Random Zangeal Music Meme things, becaues I was BORED, and had nothing to do. x.x

The Instructions:

1. Put 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 many as you want!
4. Post it!

Reviews are looooved. 3

Comatose -- Skillet

When Zack opened his blue eyes, he found himself standing on a sheet of clear mirror. He could see his reflection, shining back up at him; his SOLDIER clothes were no longer ripped or singed, and his hair was back in its perfect disarray.

He couldn't do anything but stare at the mirror, before he ever so slowly raised his head, to look up at the blue-blue sky. This was... peaceful, different from the chaos that he'd left behind.

In the back of his mind, he knew he was forgetting something...someone.

As a pure white feather caught his attention, he watched it slowly float down to the mirror, resting there. The ripples spread outward, washing over Zack's feet.

"I want wings like that," he decided quietly, reaching up to catch the next falling feather.

...And before it touched his hand, he opened his eyes to see the cold, hard laboratory of the ShinRa mansion.

Craving (I Only Want What I Can't Have) -- t.A.T.u

Angeal sighed as he watched Zack swing his sword haphazardly, nearly falling over from the weight of it. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to let him practice with a Buster Blade just yet...

"Zack," Angeal warned. "Maybe we should go back to the regular swords."

"No, no, I got it!"

Angeal sighed deeply, rubbing at his eyes. "Zack..."

"I got it!" Zack repeated, looking over at Angeal defiantly, keeping his gaze on his mentor as he slowly managed to lift the enormous blade and hold it above his head.

Angeal rolled his eyes, but slowly moved forward, reaching up to check Zack's hold on the sword. "Very good."

Zack grinned, blushing at Angeal's closeness, and losing his focus just from having the older man so close... before he promptly dropped the sword.

Toxic -- Local H (Cover)

Zack curled his fingers in Angeal's shirt, holding him firmly in place.

"Yes, Zack?" the First blinked down at him, confused by his student's sudden clinging.

"Don't move."

Angeal looked about to tell Zack off, until the boy's lips crashed against his own.

It was rough and sloppy; Zack was obviously inexperienced, but Angeal just tugged him closer and properly encouraged the kiss so that it was less of clicking teeth.

Don't Cry Out -- Shiny Toy Guns

Zack watched with wide eyes as Angeal's wing carried him away, off of the rooftop and away from Zack. He could feel the tears burning in his eyes as he watched the man he'd trusted for so ilong/i fade in the distance.

"I DON'T GET YOU!" Zack shouted after him, his fingers curling into fists at his side.

He couldn't just leave and say it was best; like hell it was the honorable thing to do.

"ANGEAL!"

When he didn't turn back, or even seem to have heard Zack, Zack dropped his gaze from the blazing night sky, looking away from the burning buildings.

"Angeal..."

The World I Know -- Collective Soul

Zack leaned over the edge of the railing, looking out across the city. He could see everything from this high; the top floor of the ShinRa building was an ideal place, after all.

He laughed brightly as the wind whipped through his hair, that trademark grin spread across his lips, and he cast a glance over his shoulder, expecting to see Angeal there. His mentor had been the first person to take him here, to see the view. But Angeal wasn't standing just behind his shoulder anymore. It was times like these that always reminded Zack that Angeal was gone.

He turned back to the city, laughing again, even as the tears slid from his eyes.