Disclaimers: All the Final Fantasy characters are not my characters
Disclaimers: All the Final Fantasy characters are not my characters. Song in here are not mine either.
Aerith got up and looked at the sky. It rained gently and the girl held onto her hands. Then, an electric tingle arced across her scalp. The young Cetra's eyes widen and closed her eyes as she felt the raindrops fall onto the pink ribbon tied, neatly into her braided hair.
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It was pouring outside in the rain. Blood splattered everywhere and near the cliff is a man. His deep blue eyes traveled and blinked. Once. Twice. He smiled and looked deep into the raindrops. Can she see me? He thought as he struggled with death. A man dragged himself to his dying friend. His light blue eyes saw what have become of his comrade. His friend. His brother. His hero. Cloud's eyes met the wounds and looked at Zack. "Zack." Cloud whispered. Zack breath grew harder, "My part till now…"
"Your part?" Cloud questioned.
"That's right, you are…"
"You are?" Cloud answered.
The bloody man picked his arm and his cold hands went on Cloud's neck and his blond head went on the tattered cloth. "live. You're the evidence that I lived." His hand then fell, limbless. Zack grabbed the Buster sword with his other limp hand and lifted it with ease and slowly handed to the leather gloves, waiting for his friend to hold his pride. "My pride and dreams," He took a breath. "have them all." Cloud held onto the sword and Zack pushed the sword away, for his friend to hold onto his dreams.
"…I'm the evidence that you lived…"
Zack closed his eyes for the last time and left the smile of a hero. Cloud held tightly onto the sword and widens his pale blue eyes. He let out a scream, it echoed and echoed. Cloud remembers everything flooding into his head. Flashes of Zack and his grinning and smiling. He realized everything. Everyone. Zack's gone. Cloud sat there, looking at the sunny skies.
"Grasp your dream! If you want to be a hero, you'll have to grasp your dream."
Cloud smiled, "Thanks. I won't forget." He got up and dragged the Buster sword, then stopping for the moment. He turned with sadden eyes,
"Oyasumi…Zack."
He left into the desert, holding onto Zack's dreams.
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"That kid…
He told me the natural sky scared him.
As I thought, it feels fulfilling."
The pure, white feathers fell onto Zack's torn body. Angeal's wings flew and Zack's hand went up slowly, him smiling his grin. His blue eyes shone in the sun and the air began to lift him.
"Those wings,
Give them to me too.
Because it kinda feels…
Nice."
Cloud was still dragging the buster sword.
"If you meet Aerith,
I'll be counting on you."
"Hey…Now I've become a hero, right?"
"Hey, you haven't become a hero yet. You haven't finished your job. You don't belong here." Angeal held onto Zack's hand and released it. "Find her and do your job. I'm not giving you wings like these until you find her." Angeal pointed his wings and smiled, "See you later."
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'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Aerith sat on the wooden floors, feeling the spot where he fell and first met. "Where are you?"
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
Her eyes twinkled with tears that slid down her cheek. She gripped her shaking hands. She put her thin arms around her knees and cried softly. "I'm so alone."
I've been alone all along
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Zack opened his eyes and looked at the bright, sunny skies. "I don't belong there?" Zack sighed and his chest burned as the bullets was still intact in the flesh. He grunted and bit his tongue. The raven-haired man got up and fell on the hard, sandy ground. He groaned frustration and tried again. He got up and tried to stand. He walked the first step. Second. Third. Fourth. I gotta find her. I need to see her smile. He walked with a steady pace and his boots dug into the dirt.
Zack sat down and took a rest under the sun burning him. The blood was caked on top of his skin. His clothes had dirt and sand in it. God, I wish I was hitching a ride here. He thought deeper and thought of her, when he thought of her smile. Her bright, green eyes glowing in the sunshine and he hopes she is still wearing pink ribbon that he bought her. He walked slowly and into the road. There were trucks and cars on the dirt road, riding past me. "Watch it punk!" A man shouted. The gas and sounds made his head dizzy. He fell onto the dirt and saw a man around his 40s. His hand on Zack's shoulder and shook it.
"Hey boy. You okay?" He shook the 1st soldier's shoulder again. "Hey mister. Can you give me a ride to Midgar?" The man grinned, "Sure thing. To Midgar, am I right?" Zack nodded and then he draped his arm on the man's shoulder. The man walked over to his truck and opened the metal door. The man then lifted Zack's limp body into the passenger's seat. He closed the door and went to the driver's seat. He closed the door and drove away in the gust of dirt. The air was cooler in the car. Zack felt the worn-out leather and it groaned like an old cow before it was killed. Zack grinned, "Mister, you know how the leather was made so soft?" The mister glanced at the mako-filled eyes, "Nah." He continued driving, "Tell me then."
"To make the leather soft, you dip them in brains and urine." The man laughed and chuckled, "You have a lot to learn. A lot to learn about the world…"
"My dad says that a lot. Hey mister, I'm napping now, alright? Tell me when we're in Midgar." He closed his eyes and slept soundly while the sun shone in his hair. The pinks, blues, purples mixed in the skies and the man looked at him, "Ha, you're just as naïve and hopeless as I was young."
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The girl tending the flowers, staring at an empty space in the church. Did my letters go to Zack? She thought. Her tear-stains were on her cheeks and she tried to wipe the useless tears, but she couldn't help it. More tears came, "Is he coming?" she whispered with her hoarse voice. She went to look at the skies which were like a still painting with the palest pink and blues together with some jabs of orange around the sun. She got up with her red-swollen eyes. She pushed the wooden doors and walked a few steps. Just keep walking...it's not true that he's died. It's not real. She closed the doors and left. Her hiking boots walked over the ground, never leaving a tear behind.
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"Hey boy. Wake up, we're here." The man shook Zack in the shoulder. The young man blinked and looked around the truck. He yawns and grinned at the driver. "Thanks for the ride mister. I own you a lot." He got out and stumbled into the dirt. "You alright? Your wounds are pretty bad, maybe I should gotten you into a hospital." The man got out of the car and was by Zack's side. "No thanks. I'm in a hurry. I'll be fine. Trust me." Zack said while gently pushing the man away. "You sure? I could at least take you to…"
Zack put his hand to the man's shoulder, "Come on, and just go home. I'll be fine. I'll see you sometime, how about it?" The man hesitated, "Don't die on me, chap? Find your girlfriend and tell what a long way you been." He got onto his truck and left.
The wounded man dragged himself to the park. He took a breath and looked at the sky which glittered with a thousand stars. Aerith, I'm coming. Wait for me. Zack grunted and pulled himself to stand up. He walked towards the church. Aerith's church. He opened the doors and closed them. The wood creaks as if it was alive. He walked over to the place where he laid and meet Aerith. He dropped and closed his ocean eyes. He lets out a breath. "Aerith... I miss you."
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The brown-hair girl looked out of the windows, sensing something she can't touch. She looked at the pale moon and thought to herself, I don't care if he died because he's still alive, smiling in my heart. She fell asleep thinking about Zack. Her hero and lover.
Then there was a big gust of wind blowing into Aerith's face. Her soft, brown curls flew like a wild lion with a golden mane. Her green orbs open and saw Zack. She smiled and ran to him. Zack held his gloved hand out and she ran faster. When she held her hand out and touched the tips of the smooth gloves. Black feathers surrounded the 1st class soldier and once the feathers touched her, they began to form ink-like spots. She let out a small scream and tried to wipe the ink off. The ink began to change colors and turned into a beautiful, deep, dark red which sting her with bitterest.
Zack grinned with the ugliest grin and laughed at her. Grabbing her and pulling her deeper into the seas of blood.
Her glowing eyes opened and she gasps for air. The beads of sweat ran on her forehead and dropped down on her nightgown. "It was just a dream. Just a nightmare." She whispered to herself. She looked at the skies where the sun was rising to a new day. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. She took a shower where the warm water beat her milky back. She tip-top to her room, still wet from the feet, leaving a print on the wooden floor. She changed into a pastel-pink dress. As she slipped on her dress, the silky material went on her skin and fitted just right. She put her red bolero jacket and slipped her brown boots. She took her staff just in case of the Turks and other troubles.
She went and closed the door gently without waking her adopted mother.
She walked over to the church with her flower basket. She walked silently to the church and was deeply in thoughts. "Aerith, you're up early." A deep voice said. Aerith gave out a little gasp and turned, "Tseng, please don't scared me like that." The young man in the suit gave a little bow, "Please forgive me." Aerith's lips curled into a small smile. Then she realized something, "Did my letters go to Zack?" The Turk leader stopped for a minute, "I'm not sure." What was he suppose to say? Zack was dead? "Oh, alright. It's okay. I'm sure you're trying your best." Aerith walked away with a hint of disappointment.
She continued walking and then the sun rose brightly causing a shadow behind her. She opened the doors and saw what she had to see.
Author's notes:
My second fanfiction and yep I'm still a noob. The scene in the beginning of the story was taken from the game, so I don't own the scene either. Leave reviews and thanks.
Oyasumi-Good night in Japanese
A piece of the song, My Immortal- Evanescence