Hi my name is Zack Fair, I am good looking, smart, strong, and most of all...well...gay. Yes I Zack Fair, 1st class Soldier, and hero, am gay. And all though I don't like to say it, I am also currently dead. As Arith seems to like reminding me about when I start to talk about him. Who is him you may ask, well, his name, is Cloud Strife, and the best thing that has happened to me in my short existence.You see I did not have a very long life on Gaia, I only lived to be 22 years old. Talk about dieing young, but, o well.
My life started in a small town named Gongaga, when my mother a woman with many hardships gave birth to me right on the streets. She loved me with all her heart and was able to keep me and feed me until I was 4 years old. Then the Soldiers started coming. They took up a lot of space and food for the lowest of prices because they where with Shinra. There for prices went up for the normal people when ever they came through.
One day it became to much for my mother and she did the only thing she could think of to give me the best life possible. She gave me up to a orphanage in the hopes I would get more food and would at least have a bed at night to sleep on. I was only 4 years old when she gave me up. But even to this moment I can still remember her long soft raven black hair. And the sent of roses that lingered around her, also her bright green eyes that even without mako seemed to glow.
I was well taken care of at the orphanage and every one there cared for me grately. I got three meals a day insted of one or two a day at the most. I also had a very soft twin bed to sleep on with 20 other boys sleeping in other bed around me. And I loved it, I was always someone who liked to be around others no matter where I was. And so it was that I spent the best of 10 years there.
I was never adopted, no one wanted me. Even though I was good looking, with black spike hair, royal purple eyes, and a dashing smile. There was no escaping the fact that, I was short. No one bothered to look down, and never thought that just maybe, big things come in small boxes. There was only ever one person who even payed one moment of there day to me. And he was not even there adopting someone.
I was only 10 when he came to the orphanage. His name was Angeal and his sister worked at the orphanage and he was visiting her. He was also a Soldier, the people that worked for Shinra and made my mom abandon me. But I did not blame them, thay just did as they where told. That day I plucked up curage and walked right up to Angel and said hi to him.
He had looked down to see me standing there smiling like the idiot I always was and to this moment still am. He ruffled my hair and said to me what would soon become old news to me. He told me "don't loose that courage and honor of yours it will get you far in life". If I knew I was going to be hearing that every day starting 6 year latter for the better part of 2 years. I would have felt less existed that day.
For after that day I became obsessed with joining Soldier and going far in life like Angeal had. So I got a few odd jobs around town and saved up for a sword. And at the age of 12 I finaly got one, I got a short sword with cure meteria embedded into its pummel. I trained for two years until I was 14 years old. Then with a lot of fair wells and tears I left the orphanage for Soldier.
But not with out two more gifts from them, or, more directly my parents. They told me about what happened to my father so he could not be there for us. He was a 1st class Soldier and a hero in the eyes of many people. His name was Zack and I had been named after him. He had fallen in love with my mother on a mission, married her a year later, and where very happy.
But 2 years after that, he died in a attack on Shinra saving one of his best friends. He was given a hero/Soldiers funral and his tomb stone is still in the Soldiers grave yard at the Soldier building next to the Shinra building. Aparentaly I looked a lot like him, I have his royal purple eyes, short build, and his face structure. I also have his unruly spike hair but his hair had been blond, not black.
After thay told me a few of the staff rolled out the coolest looking motorcycle I had ever seen. It had been my fathers and in red letters on the side was the name Fenrir embedded in its side. I thanked the orphanage heavily for taking care of it all this time. And as I got on it for the first time, I really felt like I was home, home where I belonged.
