Posted: 1:50sh PM EST July 08, 2008
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII. If I did I would not be wasting my time on . I would lock myself in my room and doodle Cloud and Zack and Reno and Vincent all day.
Characters: Cloud, Zack, Aerith.
Rating: K+ or something. For bloody images.
Hallo thar everybody. This takes place at the end of Advent Children. This is EXTREMELY nonexplicit Cloud/Zack. In fact, if you wanted to, you could definitely interpret it as totally nonslash. Whatever makes you want to read my story more. Srsly.
By the way, the Document Editor is not saving horizontal bars for me. Sorry if there is confusion. I have bolded my own notes for you.
I am the author of the FFVII AU story Beautiful Golden Butterfly. And the next chapter is coming along awesomely. It should be out within the next couple of days. In the meantimes, enjoy this short little piece.
Standing there, in the pool of cleansing water with a dozen happy children, he saw Aerith. And she was beautiful, just as he remembered, and his heart ached for her. She spoke to him and her gentle voice rolled over him in waves. She walked away and he thought he was breaking.
And then he saw Zack and he knew he was breaking. The man was beautiful, surrounded by light. His face brought back floods of memories that filled him with something, something that made him complete again, after years and years of living—
And the wave that Zack gave him stopped his breath and in his head he screamed. In his head he pulled himself out of the pool and ran after the man and stopped him and clung onto him and never let him go.
And he wished that Zack could read his thoughts, wished with every particle of his being, because then he wouldn't be turning to go. Every feeling that had completed him just moments ago was ripped away, leaving jagged edges, and he couldn't breathe. His limbs were trembling and his heart climbed up into his throat.
Zack don't go don't go don't go
Zack was gone. He felt as though he would never recover, as if his life ended here, and he should have died when Kadaj's bullet pierced him through.
That's what this felt like, a bullet hitting him and tearing through the flesh and the heart and crunching the bone and releasing streams of blood. As long as he lived, he would always be that close to death, blood pouring out of wounds that would never heal and a great emptiness inside of him.
But the pool of cleansing water would not let him give up, and in moments the wound had scabbed over and he was able to smile at the children and at his friends. The blood was drying on his skin and his clothes, but it wouldn't flow any more. He sighed, catching his breath, and put the weak smile back on his face.
Zack, once his world and once his whole self, was gone.
Cloud could let a few tears loose, and the water would disguise it. No one would ever know that for a moment in time, he had been dying in front of their eyes.
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