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At the moment I'm spreading an apparently new strain of flu to other members of my family, but it also puts me a little out of comission. I spent all of yesterday sleeping for fourteen hours before I woke up feeling congested. The days before that were spent enjoying the lack of university with Transformers on PS2, Popcap, movies and a classical concert. Here's to study vacation!
No fever has really hit me yet - since I've been downing fluids like a dying fish - so I had more time to do the drabbles owed to people.
This one is for dentedsky, enjoy! I managed to stay within the word limit again, but I haven't played Final Fantasy VII for years, so some details about time line and subjection to mako might be incorrect. Grammar junkies beware of roadworks ahead.
[request] :: Zack, "Granted, he was never that kind of guy."
FFVII: Stand Alone [PG-13]
Zack never really knew Cloud Strife, but he did know people - knew his own species well enough to decipher their actions that betrayed intent. He knew how to piece together the puzzle from mere expressions, even when people refused to meet his eyes.
He was a SOLDIER. People were often bothered by the inhuman luminosity of his irises; it was usually the fresh recruits who were afraid to face the gravity of their decision in their own reflection.
In the beginning, Cloud was like that. The kid soon learned to set his jaw and demonstrate the epitome of obedience, and always with what some would call passion or dedication. Zack gleaned the truth of it in every SOLDIER: the desire and need to prove oneself and establish that they really belonged. Going back was not among their options. He often saw Cloud rub the back of one hand over tired eyes when the kid thought no-one was watching.
The immaterial part of Zack untouched by mako insisted he should send the kid to the Doctor in spite of any foreseen opposition. The kid was private, but stubborn and in retrospect Zack probably should have exercised a harder hand in guidance. Maybe Zack shouldn’t have let him plough at his own pace like every other recruit. If he’d tried to be some sort of mentor maybe things wouldn’t stand as they now did.
As he lay on the cold, unyielding floor of the reactor Zack mused that ‘stand’ might not have been the right word. Clenching a numbed hand to the open wound in his gut, he winced at the warm blood that rushed between his fingers. Taking a deep breath he tried again to pull himself into a sitting position. With his eyes he tried to find the source of shouts and angry cries among the backdrop of the reactor’s mechanical churn and whine. It all seemed so far away now.
He’d sent the kid in alone and he wasn’t ready for any sort of confrontation. Zack should never have vouched for him on this mission. He’d had faith that someone with that much spirit had more to offer than appeared on their report card. He should have been more objective, should have been less optimistic….
Granted, he was never that kind of guy.
A short cough caused his torn abdomen to seize painfully and something hitched in his chest, caught in his throat and he coughed again. His dry throat was suddenly moistened by the warm rush of thick, copper-scented fluid. It dripped from his lips and he spat the remaining blood onto the metal and concrete pavement. Leaning his forehead on the cooled incubation pod beside him, he tried to find an apology for the kid he’d likely sent to his death.
He didn’t realise when his eyelids closed, for everything had already darkened - save for the image of a young blue-eyed boy with a tired smile that replayed behind his eyes.
Other drabbles coming shortly, gomen!Feeling:  sick
Listening: "Silence", Delerium
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From: link621 |
Date: June 8th, 2004 09:13 pm (UTC) |
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Ah-- that's Final FantasyIX for me. Every time I realize that I am starting to forget little details, I go replay the game from start to finish. ^^;; I was starting to forget stuff from Final Fantasy X, but X-2 brought it all back for me.
*yawns* Unfortunately, rest is not looking high on my priority list for a few days. However, this weekend all I have planned is going to see Harry Potter again and doing some writing with Honooko (maybe). Maybe I'll sleep the whole time in between those things. Also, after 12 on Friday, I am free of work until Monday. ^^;;
...Well, I'm actually off to bed now. My alarm goes off at five to six, but I always wake up at about half past five or six, so it really wasn't anything big for me to be up at ten to seven. (Believe it or not, it is actually a sign of laziness that I am not typing numbers, but rather spelling them out... when I get groggy, that's always the first part of the keyboard I lose control over. *laughs*)
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