[FF7][SC] Star Flower

The other party's curious gaze, the most effective way to talk to Rufas is to not talk about anything.

Snapped!

Crisp hit, safe sound.

Rufas pursed his lips in satisfaction, ready to raise the pistol again, but with a click, Claude pulled the hammer and aimed at himself.Eyes wide open in disbelief, under Rufas' incredible gaze, Claude calmly and quickly buckled the second shot.Empty gun.Without a space for words, the boy immediately cocked the hammer again.

"Wait—" Rufas's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and he could almost hear the violent pounding in his chest.No...it shouldn't be...he won't...

Snapped.The third air.

But Rufas didn't even have a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, the hammer was pulled away again with a click.Rufas subconsciously aimed at Cloud's hand, his marksmanship was even better than some Turks, this stupid game should end.

slap.Two empty shots.

At the same time Crowder pulled the hammer away for the fifth time.

Rufas couldn't remember exactly what happened, he was too tense and confused, and all the pictures became fragmented.Knee hurts, kneeling too hard.The pistol was thrown aside during the scramble. When he came back to his senses, the boy had already been crushed by him, his face twisted slightly because of the pain, but there was a rare complacency in his voice, "I won."

"Did you die!" It took a while for Rufas to slow down and speak, he cursed, and it was only at this moment that he felt the blood flow again, and his cold limbs warmed up again.He swallowed, calmed his breathing, and found himself trembling slightly.enough.Too much.He didn't want to confirm whether the bullet was on the fifth or sixth round, and he didn't want to test the child again. If this continued, Claude would die, he was sure.

He now believes that Claude really cares about his life, but he just doesn't understand why.

"About Angel, and—"

"Shut up." He lowered his head dejectedly, resting his forehead on the ground next to Claude's face, and said muffledly, "Are you a fool..." His voice was a little crying.Awful.His heartbeat still couldn't slow down, it was pounding, and it was about to pop out of his throat, "Yes, you won...so there is no need to do anything...it's okay..."

The singing of Our Lady's Praise came faintly from outside the door, soft and gentle.

aesthetically.

Claude moved his hands, and Rufas realized that he was holding each other tightly, and when he sat up and let go, his palms were covered with sweat.He looked into the boy's calm eyes, as if he heard the other party say "Have you played enough?" He didn't like this expression of watching children messing around, but this time he couldn't get angry.He trembled his lips, unable to speak for a long time, and finally hugged the child tightly as if venting his anger, and rubbed his messy golden hair desperately.

The boy struggled a bit, felt the trembling of the other party, and patted Rufas on the back obediently and tentatively - neatly took out the last pistol from his waist, then kicked Rufas away violently .

With the last bullet ejected from the magazine, Claude threw the pistol back, and the revolvers on the ground and sofa did the same.Finally he put all the bullets in his pocket and walked towards the gate without looking back.

The boy knelt on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, "Wait! I apologize! You can do whatever you want!" Just don't just leave like this—"It's time for dinner." Claude lingered by the door for a moment, He hesitated, "Are you coming?"

What?

Rufas looked at the angelic and beautiful little boy in the sun, and suddenly felt a desire to rewind and start over.

The way he eats is very pleasing to the eye.

Rufas casually bit into the sandwich. He hated the steely taste of the frozen part of the bread. The fried chicken cutlet was so soft and disgusting. The bacon was made with some minced meat. Lettuce, the brown and wrinkled edges of the leaves are unappetizing.Obviously he came out to escape the unpalatable set meal at school, but he saw even more terrible food.Rufas tried his best to ignore the terrible taste, and then his attention fell to Cloud.

They sat side by side in the pews of the church, sharing a little candlelight in the gloom.

He eats very quietly and carefully, with a big bite, his cheeks are bulging, and he doesn't make any noise when chewing.The cheeks, the wet lips, the tip of the tongue licking the teeth, and even the small arc of the sandwich bite are full of cuteness.That's how I can have dinner.

"What are you looking at?" Claude licked off the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth and asked with his head tilted.Then he noticed the half of the sandwich left in Rufas' hands, and frowned slightly, "Why don't you eat it?"

"I don't like sandwiches." Rufas finally didn't use the word hate.

"You should have said it earlier." Claude said reproachfully, "That way I don't have to buy it."

Would a normal person respond like this?Rufas narrowed his eyes, a little annoyed.But soon he was discouraged again, because his thoughts were useless in front of Claude, the boy would not care, let alone satisfy his request in a flattering way.for example--

"I want something else." Rufas put down the sandwich, but decided to give it a try anyway.

"Shut up and eat yours." Sure enough, Claude showed no sympathy, and even became worse. "Or go buy it yourself."

There must be a place to swipe the card, Rufas thought a little aggrieved.Claude's attitude towards him was not yet friendly to strangers.He put down the paper bag. If he didn't eat it, he was just hungry. If he ate any more, he might have diarrhea. After weighing it, he finally decided to wait for dinner.I had nothing to do but looked at the decoration of the church, so-so, what a church should look like.

"Why are you here? You don't seem to be here for the first time?" Although Claude had a disgusted expression of "shut up, I don't want to talk to you", Rufas still tried to talk.Probably the most useful part of what he'd learned as a businessman's kid was that chances come by trial and can't be worse anyway.

"The people here... are very nice." Claude smiled, and Rufas stared blankly. He never thought that Claude could smile like this...he never thought that Claude could laugh.The boy always has an indifferent face, as if there is nothing in the world worthy of his happiness.But now he was smiling, more beautiful than the hottest flower Ruphas had ever seen.

He wanted to see him smile all the time.

Noticing Rufas' eyes, Claude lowered the corners of his mouth, but his voice was still relaxed and nostalgic, "After I fell, someone rescued me and helped me a lot. I will never forget it in my life." Her, and then, I want to see her again." He lowered his eyes, a little disappointed, "I've always wanted to see her."

"I...I'm sorry." The proud eloquence is now only stuttering, the hell can't be worse, it's stupid to mention this matter, "Do you need help finding it?"

"Don't do superfluous things." Perhaps because of the atmosphere of the church, the words of warning softened.Claude yawned lazily, "No need to apologize, I like this place very much, and I can come here more often." He set an alarm clock on PHS, kicked Rufas to tell him to sit away, and then He lay down with his schoolbag on his back, "Please do as you please."

He looks lonely, Rufas thought.I am also lonely, so I can see that two lonely souls are always alike.

"Hey, need a softer pillow?" Rufus patted his thigh, intending to break the silence, he didn't want the conversation to end so quickly.

"No need." Claude replied mercilessly.

Rufas watched helplessly as the boy closed his eyes.He felt incredible.I once tried to kill him, but now I was worried that he would sleep comfortably, whether he would feel cold when he fell asleep.But what was even more incredible was...he didn't hate this feeling, although it was thankless, it brought him a long-lost peace.

An escape from a reality he hated.

"Asleep?" Rufas squatted next to Cloud's head and blew on the boy's face.

"Asleep." Claude replied.

Rufas laughed softly, and didn't stop until Cloud opened his eyes and glared, but to be honest, he was not shocked but thought it was too cute.He wanted to touch the boy's soft and beautiful blond hair, but he didn't do it because he knew he would be disgusted. "Let's discuss something, the last thing. I'm a little bit uneasy right now, and I want to make a confession..."

"The priest is inside."

"It's really merciless, at least listen to it... I can promise you one thing, anything, are you interested?"

"Not interested in."

"..."

Rufas, 15 years old, the heir to an oligarch tycoon, was rejected so thoroughly for the first time in his life.He shook his head with a wry smile, took off his coat and covered Claude, since it wasn't too cold in the church anyway. "It's okay, I'll wait and tell me when you think it over."

Rufas silently took out the pistol and pointed it at the unsuspecting boy.There was still one round in the barrel of the pistol, and it was his habit to reload the magazine initially and then refill it.

It is enough for him to hire five people to assassinate the illegitimate child. It is a good reason that the domineering young master cannot tolerate the illegitimate child who competes for the family property. Even if Claude is not Balino's child, he is always threatening.As long as he's a threat, that's enough for Rufas.

A secret always needs another to cover it up.

He didn't hate this child from the very beginning, or he ignored it. He had more brothers than he did, but Claude appeared just right, allowing him to hide his secret from Tux's surveillance.

Sighing deeply, Rufus lowered the barrel of his gun.

Now he was sure he would never be able to do it again.