Title: Vagueness
Summary: A series of drabbles centering around various pairings.
Characters: Um, a lot?
Warning: Most are the drabbles will be yaoi. There will be hardly, if any het, and if there is then it will most likely be friendship het. Can range from sweet, to deranged…I think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or Crisis Core or Advent Children. No money or profit is or ever will be made.
A/N: I know I should be working on Con-Midgar, but really, this was calling out my name. The first short story will be called 'Vagueness". Not very original, huh? Lol.
Vagueness
He doesn't remember much. The most prominent things he could remember were fire, screaming, and a deep sense of betrayal. The incident at Nibelheim. Everything else was nondescript, dull and forgettable. Nothing.
The only small things he could remember was the training he faced during his cadet years. He can only recall loud voices and loneliness. Anything beyond small, short bursts of feelings were unreachable. And he was fine with that. His cadet years weren't anything important. But he could remember Zack.
Who had been Zack? That was what he used to question himself during some the quiet nights of AVALANCHE's hunt for Sephiroth –betrayal twisted in his gut and chest whenever he thought of that name–. When he could sleep without dreaming up nightmares –Mako stung at his eyes, leaked into his ears and mouth as he screamed in pain, twisting and writhing, unable to get away– he would think of a person without a face or a voice, unable to guess who the person was.
But he could remember fondness. He could remember happiness and friendship with this mysterious man. And those feelings, sparse in his self-induced lonely life, rare enough as it was, especially now, especially now that he was broken into pieces, were something to held unto. Zack was someone meant to be remembered and held unto. Even though he had no idea who he was.
Right back at'chya Spiky.
Cloud smiled fondly in exasperation.
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A/N: I really should be updating Con-Midgar. -sighs- Too late now. :P. Next up on this series of drabbles will be "Torture". Don't worry, it's not a painful kind of torture, just something a bit humorous. -smiles-
Cloud: -sulking-
Me: Aaw, come on babe, don't be like that!
Cloud: -scowls- You promised that you wouldn't talk about it though!
Me: -grins sheepishly- Sorry! Forgive me? -puppy eyes-
Cloud: -grumbles- Fine.
Me: -glomps Cloud- Thanks babe!