DISCLAIMER: I do not own FF7 or any of it's characters. I am merely
writing a fan fiction based off the characters.
Warning to the wise: this is my first fan fiction I have ever tried to write so it is just a start. Please give me some input on what you think of it and if you like it or some improvements I could do to it.
Chapter 1
He sat there at the table, cool and collected as ever. Today would be a very important day, but he didn't really seem to care much. he never did. "Zack" he looked up slowly as his mother rushed over to him with her arms wide open. "Guess she's expecting a hug", he thought to himself. "Can you give me a damn second" he barked as he slowly moved a cigarette to his mouth smiling when it touched his lips. "Delicious" he softly said under his breath. "You know I hate smoking" she said sighing softly with the same look of disappointment Zack was used to. "and you know how much I love it" he said as he slowly sparked his lighter and took a long drag, blowing the smoke with a small smirk on his face right into her face. She quickly started to bat the smoke away from her face coughing harshly. "I'd say grow some balls mom. but then again that wouldn't be so proper, right?" he softly winked at her hoping to see that look of disappointment turn to something a little more. maybe disgust, yes that would work.
"You know how angry your sister would be if she were still alive Zack" they both looked out to the graveyard, they could still see Miya's gravestone. they had memorized where it was. The whole graveyard was a memory of the hell that damn mako reactor brought to their small village when so many had to die. Zack almost felt sorry for a second but shook his head he wouldn't let that get to him "She shouldn't have been over their in the first place, besides you said she is probably in a better place anyways, anywhere is better than this dump." He said as he kicked a chair knocking it over as the dust rose up to his face. His face contorted as he tried to hold a sneeze in "sneezing is for the weak" he thought, but still it came out, with enough force to move his entire head back, his large spike in his hair slapped against the wall.
"What's all this noise about" asked Zack's father as his head slowly peaked through the door. His face changed from pleased to something that resembled a mix of hate and disappointment, "and I thought mom would have had that look before" thought Zack to himself. "Oh Zack. didn't think you were home thought you left already", "well aren't we happy to see me father" he said with a almost neutral face, then again he usually did when he saw his father. He quickly took a step forward almost tripping on the chair on the floor and kicked it back into the wall cracking it down the middle. "why do you always have to be so goddamn violent Zack?", "just getting ready for Soldier, if I can't be the end of you might as well take some other people down instead.", he said softly smirking to himself. He didn't really know if he wanted to kill his father, but he knew he did not want him around. "Don't you say that Zack, show some respect to your father!" she yelled at him as she herself jumped up. her face read with rage, he smiled softly "So I guess someone has grown some balls, besides have I ever showed respect to him, or even had a damn reason to", his smirk slowly grew larger. "I'm glad you are going off to war, I hope to see you in the newspaper, I can see the headline now 200 Soldiers Lay Dead on the Battlefield", Zack laughed softly "maybe you can bury me next to Miya", he did not even bother looking to the graveyard but his parents both did "predictable" he thought. "I think she would be better off in soldier than you.", he said still looking at the gravestone thinking the engraving to him self, they had all memorized it, well except for Zack.
Zack grunt and went to strike at his father, he could not stand being thought of as weak, especially by his father. His technique was still weak but he had been training to get into soldier for a long time now, his arm swiftly moved, he was sure he would connect with his bastard father's jaw. By the time Zack had blinked he was under his fathers foot on the ground bleeding "Get out of my damn house, take your shit with you", he picked up Zack and shoved him to the door tossing his bags at him, "just get out now". Zack turned back to them and spit some blood on the floor and stepped into it softly smiling letting some blood run out of his mouth down his chin "thanks for the memento", he said as he took a picture of his father from the counter and walked out of the door, "I am going to need something to burn for heat if I get cold".
Warning to the wise: this is my first fan fiction I have ever tried to write so it is just a start. Please give me some input on what you think of it and if you like it or some improvements I could do to it.
Chapter 1
He sat there at the table, cool and collected as ever. Today would be a very important day, but he didn't really seem to care much. he never did. "Zack" he looked up slowly as his mother rushed over to him with her arms wide open. "Guess she's expecting a hug", he thought to himself. "Can you give me a damn second" he barked as he slowly moved a cigarette to his mouth smiling when it touched his lips. "Delicious" he softly said under his breath. "You know I hate smoking" she said sighing softly with the same look of disappointment Zack was used to. "and you know how much I love it" he said as he slowly sparked his lighter and took a long drag, blowing the smoke with a small smirk on his face right into her face. She quickly started to bat the smoke away from her face coughing harshly. "I'd say grow some balls mom. but then again that wouldn't be so proper, right?" he softly winked at her hoping to see that look of disappointment turn to something a little more. maybe disgust, yes that would work.
"You know how angry your sister would be if she were still alive Zack" they both looked out to the graveyard, they could still see Miya's gravestone. they had memorized where it was. The whole graveyard was a memory of the hell that damn mako reactor brought to their small village when so many had to die. Zack almost felt sorry for a second but shook his head he wouldn't let that get to him "She shouldn't have been over their in the first place, besides you said she is probably in a better place anyways, anywhere is better than this dump." He said as he kicked a chair knocking it over as the dust rose up to his face. His face contorted as he tried to hold a sneeze in "sneezing is for the weak" he thought, but still it came out, with enough force to move his entire head back, his large spike in his hair slapped against the wall.
"What's all this noise about" asked Zack's father as his head slowly peaked through the door. His face changed from pleased to something that resembled a mix of hate and disappointment, "and I thought mom would have had that look before" thought Zack to himself. "Oh Zack. didn't think you were home thought you left already", "well aren't we happy to see me father" he said with a almost neutral face, then again he usually did when he saw his father. He quickly took a step forward almost tripping on the chair on the floor and kicked it back into the wall cracking it down the middle. "why do you always have to be so goddamn violent Zack?", "just getting ready for Soldier, if I can't be the end of you might as well take some other people down instead.", he said softly smirking to himself. He didn't really know if he wanted to kill his father, but he knew he did not want him around. "Don't you say that Zack, show some respect to your father!" she yelled at him as she herself jumped up. her face read with rage, he smiled softly "So I guess someone has grown some balls, besides have I ever showed respect to him, or even had a damn reason to", his smirk slowly grew larger. "I'm glad you are going off to war, I hope to see you in the newspaper, I can see the headline now 200 Soldiers Lay Dead on the Battlefield", Zack laughed softly "maybe you can bury me next to Miya", he did not even bother looking to the graveyard but his parents both did "predictable" he thought. "I think she would be better off in soldier than you.", he said still looking at the gravestone thinking the engraving to him self, they had all memorized it, well except for Zack.
Zack grunt and went to strike at his father, he could not stand being thought of as weak, especially by his father. His technique was still weak but he had been training to get into soldier for a long time now, his arm swiftly moved, he was sure he would connect with his bastard father's jaw. By the time Zack had blinked he was under his fathers foot on the ground bleeding "Get out of my damn house, take your shit with you", he picked up Zack and shoved him to the door tossing his bags at him, "just get out now". Zack turned back to them and spit some blood on the floor and stepped into it softly smiling letting some blood run out of his mouth down his chin "thanks for the memento", he said as he took a picture of his father from the counter and walked out of the door, "I am going to need something to burn for heat if I get cold".