Just a little story I came up with centered on Zack. It came about because I was told to write a descriptive passage on one of three topics in my College English class. The topic I chose was obviously a pair of jeans. Unfortunately my story ended up telling more about the character than the pants, but details, details. Speaking of details, both Zack Fair and Midgar are copyright of Square Enix. Hope you enjoy.
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A SOLDIER's Jeans
His jeans. A SOLDIER's jeans.They spoke more loudly the perils of his profession than any mission report.
A rip at the back of the left leg symbolizes a battle with a fierce gryphon. If it weren't for his best friend's impeccable aim its razor sharp talons would've ripped into the fibers of his muscles instead of just his pants.
A dark brown, almost black, stain on the right knee tells of his struggles in the sewers of Midgar. How he sloshed through the mud and grime to hunt down potential enemies lurking in the gloom.
A faint odor permeates the now grimy black drawers. It is the irony scent of blood, the blood of his friends turned enemies.
Not all the scuffs his jeans have suffered are bitter, though. All over his back pockets are the unmistakable green patches of crushed grass. Ground into the pockets as he lay on his back during lazy breaks, day dreaming of bringing that brown haired beauty there to see the azure sky he promised her.
These sweet memories etched into the stitches cannot mask all the pain however. Various bullet holes scattered throughout the pair tell of his end. Desperately facing down his one time employers he protected his friend and his honor.
His flesh, but never his spirit, as torn as his jeans he asks, with his last breath, "did I become a hero?" His jeans say he died one.