Even In
D/c: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy characters.
"Shit." Whimpered Cloud as he tried to stem the bleeding. "Shit, shit, shit."
Zack groaned with each poke and prod from Cloud, his vision getting blurrier by the minute. In the back of his mind, he registered that the blood dripping into his eyes should burn. But it didn't. "Go. Go now." He muttered, his brown eyes calmly meeting those of Cloud.
"No. Not without you. Come on, Fair. Get up." The blonde said, kneeling behind his fallen comrade.
"I'm done, Cloud. My body can't handle anymore. Go. It's my time to return to the Lifestream." Zack said through barely parted lips. His breathing was erratic, his chest barely rising and falling.
Cloud said nothing, merely took stock of the damage that was done to Zack. Blood soaked the navy sweater he was fond of, from numerous wounds. His arms and hands barely recognizable. Blood ran from his skull freely, over his eyes and onto the dirt flooring beneath. The worst of it all was the absolute calm that was Zack Fair. Death didn't faze him at all.
Cloud silently sat by, watching as Zack Fair died.
He picked up the Buster sword, passed from Angeal to Zack, now to him. As he walked away, he was aware of a faint glow. He looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes pained and dull. Zack Fair was smiling, even in his death throes, as he reached upwards, the Lifestream embracing the fallen man.
