disclaimer: I do Not own Final Fantasy, I do not own Cloud or Zack (sadly), but I own Sylvia
Cloud ignored the small hum of his bike as he looked out towards the city. He was long done his runs, he just wanted silence. He didn't even notice the broken body laying not 2 yards away, drenched in blood. He didn't notice, that she held a dagger, given to her by Zack, and that this girl hadn't seen Cloud in at least 7 years. Her deep brown hair was covered in dried blood, and her silver eyes were ready to close, give up. She wore a turtle neck short sleeve like his, only she wore two long black sleeves, shorts, a long black skirt that split up at the front, and one shoulder armor. She wore only some leather shoes on her feet.
"Cloud," she whispered. Cloud whipped his head around, and froze. He quickly ran to the woman's side. "Who are you," he whispered to her and lifted her into his lap. The girl smiled weakly.
"You don't remember me, blondy?" she whispered back. He felt his mouth open slightly. It had been so long since someone had called him that. By one person only.
"Sylvia," he whispered softly. She nodded, then began to cough. She leaned off to the side, and thre up, blood spewing from her mouth. "What happened to you, Sylvia. You don't look well," he asked with the slightest concern. She gave a small laugh. He'd never been very emotional.
"I escaped."
His face hardened.
"From who?"
Silence.
"SOLDIER."
Another long silence, followed by Cloud standing with her frail body in his arms. "They picked you up after you left, that's why you've been gone," he stated numbly, remembering how he and Zack had done the same. Was she still asleep then? She stayed quiet.
He remembered their childhood as he sat her on his bike and sat behind her. He hadn't seen her in so long, yet he couldn't ask her a single question. He put his arms around her, and grasped the handles of his bike. She blushed a bit at the closeness they were sharing after not seeing each other since they were 10, or maybe it was blood loss. He had to smirk slightly as he let her lean back on his chest. she picked up her feet and rested them on part of the bike in front of her. He started the bike, and they were off. Sylvia clung tightly to his hands on the handles.
"Don't let go," Cloud whispered teasingly in her ear. She turned red, but listened anyway. she was holding so tightly, Cloud could see her knuckles were white, yet he couldn't feel her grasp. Why had she been selected for SOLDIER? She seemed so weak in comparison to a SOLDIER's normal condition. When they were close to town, Cloud stopped on the side of the dirt road and got off, putting up the kick stand. Sylvia was about to get off, but he stopped her. "Stay on," he commanded sternly. She didn't argue and lay back on the seat carefully while he pulled bandages from the side of his motorcycle. She glanced briefly towards him, and he stood over her. She blushed again as he lifted one of her arms and checked it over. Doing the same with her other arm, he then made her sit up.
"You have the Geostigma in your back." Sylvia flinched as He began to lift the edges of her shirt up. She didn't blush. They were used to this already, and she knew he wasn't like that. He ran his hands along many scars along her spine and he sighed, remembering similar inflicted wounds. He unwrapped some bandages and lifted her shirt up only a little farther, where he looked blankly at a large set of battle wounds. He began to steadily wrap her midsection in bandages, winding it around.
When he was done, she reached down and lifted his face. She hadn't seen his pure blue eyes in so long, it had left a pain in her chest. She held his face between her hands, but he looked away. She felt some strength return to her, and she made him stand so they were eyes to eye. "Cloud, please, look at me."
He remained still.
"How can I, when if it weren't for me, Zack would be alive," he answered bitterly. Sylvia bit her lip. She put her hand under his chin and lifted his chin. "I know he saved your life, so at least I know he died protecting something worth protecting," she said and smiled. He still didn't meet her gaze, but slowly he brought his eyes to hers.
They were the brightest icy sky blue she'd ever seen. She felt tears in her eyes to see her best friend again, and leaned towards him and held his head to her shoulder.
"You can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable. Life's like an hour glass glue to the table," she hummed softly. Cloud closed his eyes for a moment. He wished they were still younger, that Zack was alive. Sylvia knew that. She released him and he got back on the bike with her. The major wounds on her body were bandaged, so they could keep going. She'd gotten behind him this time and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head against his strong back. She was reminded of all the times the three used to lay out under the stars as the wind whipped up her matted hair. They were silent, all the way to the 7th Heaven Bar.
When they arrive, Cloud picked Sylvia up and piggybacked her in. Everyone in the bar turned to stare, but Sylvia, being the shy person she was, buried her head in Cloud's back, not wanting the attention.
"Cloud," someone called in a warning tone. That's all Sylvia remembered as she passed out from bloodloss.
I was thinking about Final Fantasy, I think I'm going to rent Advent Children today if I can. 3 ZACK AND CLOUD FTW!
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