This came later than I hoped. I got sidetracked with a drawing (Togainu no Chi has taken over my mind momentarily).

Regardless, here it is. This is alot shorter than I had expected it to be; but I just felt that it was a good place to end off at. Im pretty sure there's only one more chapter after this (pretty sure, because sometimes my stories like to do whatever they want to do, rather than what I plan for them to do).

Angeal got alot of hate after the last chapter, and I can respect that. Though this story is also heavily biased towards Zack in the way it's written. Say, how Angeal's girlfriend has no name. Zack doesn't dignify her with one, so neither does the story.

Thanks to all who've stuck with me thus far; this should have been completed long ago, sorry \(_ _)/

Im very sad to say that FFVII just isn't my forte anymore; so I don't expect any more AngealZack or other FFVII stories anytime soon. Of course that could change, we'll just have to wait and see. I've got a ZackCloud Doujinshi that I really need to finish so that I can put it up on the market. So if you're interested in hearing updates for that, let me know.

Ah, one last thing. If anyone is interested in purchasing a Nendoroid Petit Vocaloid Meiko Sakine Figurine, let me know. She hasn't been removed from her plastic and is therefore in perfect condition. (look it up if you want to know what she looks like.)

Well, Review and all, you know the drill.


The weeks passed in an awkward silence. On the outside things seemed to have returned to normal, but on the inside a swirling hurricane of fear, pain, and regret continued to build. Yet both Zack and Angeal were so keen on holding their relationship, if it could even be called that anymore, together that they did everything they could to avoid the topic of what had happened on that fateful night.

Training commenced as usual. Angeal continued to date his girlfriend, and as far as Zack knew, she knew nothing of what had happened. Ignorant fool. And Zack even made the attempt (though it was difficult and painful for him) to not stalk out whenever she and Angeal were together. It would have been nice if Angeal had returned the favor by keeping things only friendly between him and his girlfriend when Zack was in the room; but there was no such luck.

Sure, Angeal probably had some ridiculous excuse for why he was making the right choice; but to Zack all it was was torture. He hated that bitch. He hated her for everything she had taken from him that he could have, should have, had. He hated her for being beautiful, for being kind, for being everything that Angeal ever wanted. He hated her, and he wished she'd just go die. Maybe, maybe then he'd have a chance with Angeal.

Granted that Angeal would ever take him back.

But he had to. He had taken Zack in that alleyway. That wasn't just lust; was it? No, Zack was sure of it, there was more to it than lust. Angeal had feelings for him, he had to. But that bitch was in the way. Zack kept his thoughts to himself, and hid them well, but Angeal must have noticed because he suddenly stopped allowing Zack to be alone near her.

It didn't matter anyways. Zack had no plans of hurting Angeal's precious girlfriend. If he did, then he'd just get arrested, and it wouldn't do him any good. But that didn't mean he had to be hunky-dory-fucking-friends with her either. In fact, he would have loved to have given her a piece of his mind. If only she hadn't been around, things would have been different; better!

Weeks turned into months, Angeal and his girlfriend grew closer together, and he and Zack grew farther apart. It wasn't long before Zack was training on his own, making his own meals, and spending the nights out on the town with a few of the other 2nds. Angeal became less and less a mentor, and more and more a roommate. And just when it seemed that the mistake made by their spur-of-the-moment night had leveled out; the elder SOLDIER approached the younger.

"Zachary."

Zachary. It was always Zachary now. Not "Zack," or "Pup," or "Puppy;" but "Zachary." At first it had bothered the boy; but now he found he didn't even care.

"Hm? Need something Angeal?" He didn't even turn to look at his superior; he was too engrossed in cleaning his sword.

"I got called out to help Genesis prepare to go to Wutai. Between that and my paperwork for the raid in the slums the other day I'm a little…"

"You need me to help out?" Zack offered, though his voice was monotonous. "Let me guess, I'll be doing the paperwork?"

He could almost feel Angeal's grin behind him. "Thanks kid. Don't worry, I got you an assistant. She'll help you out."

"Her?" Now Zack looked back at his mentor. "Isn't letting a civilian handle official documents against the rules?" Funny… the idea of being in the same room with Angeal's girlfriend didn't even faze him anymore…

"Don't worry, it's all in code. And I trust her."

"Of course you do," Zack muttered under his breath; though he knew Angeal would be able to hear it clearly. "Alright, she can help. But I'm not taking the blame if things go south."

"Thanks Zachary. Hey, I've got to run over to pick up some supplies for Genesis. Want to tag along? It's been a while since we talked like we used to."

"Things change, Angeal."

"I know, I know. Come on; an hour won't hurt."

Zack sighed, "Alright." He stood, placing his sword on his bed before turning to face his mentor. "Lead the way."