A/N:
Music Meme --
Rules
1. Turn on your iTunes/iPod/MP3 player/other music program on shuffle.
2. Write a short drabble pertaining to the song that comes on within the time the song runs for.
3. Do as up to 10
4. Post it!
Rebirthing
All around him was on fire. It scorched his skin, burned his throat, choking his lungs with intoxicating black smoke. He could barely breathe, yet he continued to run through the crackling flames.
Where was she? He swore he had heard her in here…
Running into a doorway that was clear of flames, he looked around to see that the room was generally untouched by the violent storm of flickering red behind him. He glanced around, eyes narrowed before he noticed a huddle in the farthest corner.
"Marlene!"
He ran towards her then, crouching in front of her and grabbing onto her shoulders. She squeaked, looking up at him with wide brown eyes before lunging towards him. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her face buried in his chest and he breathed a sigh of relief. He buried his nose in her hair then, wrapping his arms around her before helping her to her feet. "Denzel, I'm scared."
"I know, don't worry I've got you." He looked around, wrapping an arm protectively around the young girl. He looked at the doorway, seeing the flames coming closer and swearing. Damn it. That escape was out. He looked around then, seeing a window. "Come on, we're getting out through the window."
"Denzel…"
He turned to her and smiled. She stared at him with wide, worried eyes.
"Trust me."
Speeding Cars
God, she never wanted this to happen.
Running a hand down her face she threw the note to the side. Why did all the bad stuff happen to her? Looking around the room quickly, she walked towards the door. The phone rang then and she stopped, looking back at it. Answer it? Ignore it?
Frowning, she turned and picked it up, looking at the caller ID. What…?
"Cloud?"
"Tifa," his voice was faraway and static, but it was his. It was definitely his. "I've got a bit of a problem."
"What's wrong?" She asked, gripping the phone tighter. Don't let it be anything bad, she couldn't handle any more bad news…
"Nothing horrible, don't worry. It's just…I found this kid."
"…What?"
"Yeah, he was by my bike. He had my phone, but I think he passed out before he could use it." Tifa frowned, thinking of a time when she had found Cloud exactly like that, except by the train station with an overly large sword she recognized from her past life…
"Bring him over."
"Are you sure?"
Tifa smiled sadly, looking at the letter again that stated her worst nightmares about her recent health. "Yeah. Who knows? Maybe he'll be something like a miracle for me."
Gotta Be Someone
Okay, it was not right for someone to be this alone.
He fell to the ground in a huff, pouting and crossing his arms. What was wrong with him? Did he smell? Have funny hair? Was there something in his teeth?
For the fifth time in a row, Zackary William Fair had been rejected by a pretty girl. He had simply asked if she wanted a coffee, and she just smiled and said 'no' before walking away. Did he ask the taken girls? Maan!
Stretching his arms above his head, he fell back onto the compound ground, staring at the murky sky. Well, it was pretty multicoloured today. He thought he saw some of the original blue in there. He shifted as he felt someone walking towards him, grinning as he recognized the footsteps. Chocobo!
"Zack," Cloud's voice spoke, and the young blonde sat next to the raven haired SOLDIER, looking at him curiously. "You alright?"
"Love has eluded me again, Cloud my boy," Zack said dramatically, sitting up and slinging an arm around his slim shoulders. "I think I'm ready to give up."
"You shouldn't," Cloud said, shaking his head. "You're just not looking in the right places is all."
"Think I should ask Aerith out?"
"I doubt she'd go for it. She and Tseng seem pretty…Serious."
"Damn."
A silence fell over them for a moment before Zack smiled. "Where should I look then?"
"…Maybe to your left."
Zack blinked, glancing over to his left to see Cloud sitting there. Cloud then leaned forward and kissed him. Zack's eyes widened before he grinned.
Ahhh...He had been looking in the wrong place.
Disco
The lights were flashing around them, causing luminescent colours to reflect off of his pale skin. He grinned, throwing his head back as he danced amongst the bodies around him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd really relaxed at all; probably before Meteor and everything.
Red hair pulled out of his hair tie, he ran his fingers through it before glancing around and catching the sight of a coy brunette winking before disappearing. Oohh, who was that now?
He weaved through the crowds, looking around before catching sight of her again dancing in the middle of the floor. She walked towards her then, and she beckoned him over with a smile and a wave of her hand. He walked over, placing a hand on her hip and she ran her fingers through his long hair.
"I've seen you a few times here."
"S'that so? Never seen you before," he murmured, aqua eyes looking at her sensually. She laughed, dragging his head down closer to hers, noses touching.
"Well then, I'll just have to fix that."
Inevitable
He remembered growing up with the two of them.
He had never been exactly the same as the other two, more separated than they were. They grew up together, having been friends since forever.
He'd grown up in the labs.
Yet as time went by he slowly started to open up to them. He started to learn how to smile and laugh and joke, and they accepted him with open arms as he learned. He loved growing up with them.
He wished that they could've been children forever.
He remembered walking into the room when they were kissing. He'd frozen, seeing them wrapped in each other's arms, lips locked and eyes closed. They didn't notice him. He slipped away.
He remembered feeling so much pain. He wanted to be little again, where they would hug him too and let him stay with them. Now, though…Now he couldn't be.
He remembered watching as Genesis left for his mission and didn't come back. Angeal had been so sad…He'd comforted Angeal, but he didn't try anything. He respected Genesis, even if he did break him apart.
When Angeal disappeared too, he didn't know what to feel. Both had left him. Angel had left him for Genesis. They had moved away from him again.
He sighed, shifting in his seat behind his desk and staring at the picture of the three of them as children, before slowly setting the picture face-down on the desk. He then laced his fingers together.
He would forget them. They had forgotten him, after all.
Kiss My Sass
She jumped onto the ground from the roof, standing up with a little bounce in her step as she grinned. She looked around then, before walking through the streets, beaming as people openly stared at her.
None of them knew her, but they now knew of her. Which was exactly what she wanted.
She ran into the middle of the street, where the monument stood tall, before she started to climb it, standing on the tippy-top and feeling like she was at the top of the world. People gathered around, some yelling at her to come down, others goading her to jump.
She laughed then, openly at them, before letting her arms stretch out. She then allowed herself to twirl and fall backwards to the ground, eyes watching the sky. It was an adventure; she wanted to see if she could land.
Before she could even try to spin-land, though, a cloak of red surrounded her and she was wrapped in warm, secure arms. She looked up to see a pale vampire face and smiled up at Vincent. He stared down at her with crimson eyes before he landed on the ground, people backing away from them quickly. He placed her down on the ground and she grinned, wrapping herself in his cloak. This was more dangerous than the falling from the monument.
"What's up Vinny?" She looked up at him to see him flushed and glaring. She grinned wickedly then, sticking her tongue out at him and his claw clinked. "You look hot today."
"…" He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. This was so very typically…
"Yuffie."
Life of a Soldier
She twisted the ribbon in her hands as she watched him walk away, frowning as he seemed to walk with a bounce. How could he still walk like that? He had been crying not ten minutes ago…
She sighed, shaking her head and walking back into her church, tying her ribbon into her hair as she went. She didn't understand that SOLDIER boy, she really didn't. He was always smiling, always trying to make her smile, yet she could see the cracked glass behind his violet eyes. She wanted to make him smile, but he would have none of that.
He never let her do anything for him.
Sitting in front of her flowers, she sifted the soil, the dirt clinging to her skin and burying under her nails as she worked. The sun leaked into her little patch of heaven on earth, and the soothing actions calmed her.
Every day she worked on the garden, sifting the soil, pulling weeds and watering the flowers. Every day she'd wait for a letter, a call, a visit. So far, nothing.
Four years after he'd left, a young man walked into the building. He was dressed impeccably in a suit with long black hair and brown slanted eyes. She looked up, staring at him curiously as he tugged at his tie.
"Tseng…?"
He looked at her, sighing softly before producing a letter. He looked reluctant to give it to her.
"…I'm sorry Aerith," he muttered then. "He's KIA."
Pain
He sat in front of the sword, looking at the wear, tear and rust from years of neglect. He could see old blood stains, barely saw his reflection. He swore he saw an angry face as it charged towards battle flashing through the dull metal.
He frowned, looking away from the sword and looking instead at the ruined city of Midgar. He glared at it, reaching unconsciously to grip his left arm and winced as sharp pain bit through him. Flashes of green eyes, a cat's smile filled his vision and he stumbled to land on his side, breathing heavily. Damn it. He forgot about it already…
He removed his hand to see black ichor dripping from it, oozing from the scabbing on his arm. It was a dirty, viral disease, and no one knew how it spread to the populace. If allowed to spread to the brain, a violent attack would hit before the ichor would come out of the nose, ears, eyes and mouth.
He knew. He read about it.
"There is no cure," he muttered to the sword then, and he swore he heard a sigh of sadness emit through the air. "…There is no way for me to heal me, let alone that boy…"
Don't give up, he swore he heard. Look harder.
"…I don't want to." He sighed. "I want to die."
The wind died.
Sweet and Low
He watched as she ran through the flower fields, spinning around at top speed and falling into the dirt dizzily. He smiled, her scarred face stretching into something that looked content and not grotesque. He loved watching her dance through the flowers—it reminded him of a young woman he had known before.
He sighed, tightening a red ribbon a little tighter before glancing down to see the little girl run up to him, tugging on his vest. "Daddy, daddy! Come play with me! You have to come play, Daddy!"
"Nah, I'm too old to play. You dance for Daddy. He loves watchin' ya dance, y'know."
She smiled brightly, nodding, her brown hair bobbing before she started to dance through the flowers again and he watched. He shifted mechanical fingers, the soft metal something new and foreign, but he loved it. He loved having a hand instead of a gun. A gun made him feel like a monster…
Suddenly, he heard a cry out and he stood, running over to where Marlene fell. "Marlene baby doll, you alright?"
"Uh huh…" She sniffed, rubbing her scratched knee. Barrett leaned in front of her, looking at the scratch before he kissed it and she giggled. "Your beard tickles!"
"Does it?" He grinned, before he started to tickle her and she screamed in laughter.
He loved being able to be normal.
He loved being able to play with his daughter.
Funhouse
The halls looked warped and decayed as he walked down the old stairs. He could feel a chill in the air that wasn't from any sort of breeze, and he shuddered as he reached the dirty-floored bottom. He paused, looking around the basement level and saw from the corner of his eye a figure dressed in white. Spinning around he pulled out his gun, looking around before sighing. He was seeing things.
Walking down the hall, hand near his gun, he walked down familiar memories of pain. He heard a shot as he passed a dark stain on the ground; as he passed by a broken door he heard screaming of pain and agony. When he passed by chains he heard growls and snarls of a beast.
Pushing open an old metal door, he looked into the lab and saw flashes of a man in a suit floating in a tube of green liquid, head bowed and arms limp to his sides. He saw a woman by the computers and glanced over yet saw nothing there.
He sighed then, shaking his head and passing the lab of pain where he smelled blood and chemicals, entering the library. He stopped by the desk, seeing a man stooped over the desk scribbling findings and gritting his teeth. Pulling out a piece of Materia, Vincent placed it in a worn-out slot in his claw and held his arm out.
"Firaga."
The library burst into flame, papers crisping and shooting sky high. He turned and left, the fire trailing after him before he climbed the rickety stairs and exited the old mansion.
Vincent Valentine then turned to see his prison of fifty years burst into a ball of flame. And he smiled.
