Title: Chapter 1/3
Author: AotA
Rating: T
Characters: Zack, Angeal
Summary: It was kill or be killed that cold day in Modeoheim, but Zack decides to give that particular scenario the finger because that's just who he is.
Zack grunted and bodily slammed into the creature that Angeal had become, ignoring the various spikes and grooves of armor that tore at him. As his former mentor reeled from the blow, Zack pounced and landed, cat-like, on the unsteady surface of the bulldoor styled lower body. He reached out, clenched his fingers in the unruly mane of hair, wrenched Angeal's head forward, and slammed the hilt of his blade into the vulnerable spot without preamble.
Angeal gave an oddly soft, breathless grunt, and before Zack knew what was going on, his perch dropped out from under him as Angeal went down.
The world blinked out in flare of white hot agony.
"Oh Gaia," Zack breathed through the pain. He thunked his head down on the torn up tile, eyes clenched shut and teeth clamped down on his lip. He normally wasn't one for cursing but, "Fuck that hurts." He whimpered and drew in a shuddering breath, struggling to get enough air instead of passing out.
After a long moment Zack pulled himself together enough to prop himself into a more upright position by the skin of his teeth. His leg remained trapped underneath Angeal's bulk, pinned between the sharp ridges of his lower spine's armor and the floor. His other leg lay awkwardly over the top in a mockery of being astride a chocobo.
He could feel the wetness soaking both of his pant legs and he could tell that both the pants, and the skin of his legs, were torn to shreds. Zack cursed again. There was no way he could get the leverage he needed to get Angeal off of him like this. There was no way that Angeal was going to be out long either.
Zack gave a choked laugh. "Guess I couldn't kill you after all." He wouldn't kill Angeal. Not now. Not when he could have thrust his blade through Angeal's skull a moment ago instead of the blunt hilt. He wouldn't do it even when Angeal woke up and skewered him with his trident. Or if he just crushed him dead.
Zack shook his head and the world spun about. Blood loss... Maybe I'll just die of that instead, Zack's arms shook as he involuntarily fell back down to his shoulder, Not good. "You suck, Angeal," Zack mumbled. His eyes fluttered as darkness crawled around the edges of his vision. The last thing he did was unconsciously reach out again, blindly, and to find his hand tangled in the wild locks of hair that pooled on the floor in front of him.
Angeal...