"Sir, sir,"
Noooo, He thought, releasing a moan as his dream slipped away, I-Fox was alive and-
"Sir, Sir, please get up!"
Dammit! His hand gripped the quilt and sheets, flinging them off with such a force that Zack's fist collided with the face of the rude man. The young guard gasped in pain and stumbled back, holding his nose as blood poured down into his fingers. Seeing the pain he had caused this boy Zack swore and stumbled out of bed.
"Don't stand there next time!" He snapped bitterly at the man, older then he, racing around the other side of the bed, stocking feet making dull thuds in the darkened room. "Dammit, you should have gained that much from watching Cloud poke me awake! You don't stand behind me!"
The guard nodded pitifully, backing up to the door as Zack approached. "Y-yes sir. Sir, we-The general-We"
"Fuck the general!" Zack snapped, racing over to the man and grabbing him before the blue suited guard could run away. Mind set on the cure materia set in his weapon, he watched as the bleeding nose of the guard slowly stopped is crimson waterfall. The boy tried again to yank away. Zack rolled his eyes and let him go.
"Oh, I only hurt you once. What are you running away for?" Zack asked tartly, glaring with bloodshot eyes over at the young man, fists planted firmly on his hips.
"I-you-You fought the General and ev-everyone knows how strong he is. If you-you could live while he was in a rage then-"
"Oh, I get it-" Zack snapped, wrinkling his nose and turning away. "You think I'm just as deadly. Hah. Not hardly."
"Ye-Well…Sir, no, that's-"
Zack rolled his eyes, yawning and stretching his still tired body. "What did you come for?" He asked, walking over to the closest dresser and flinging it open. His green eyes searched through the darkened object, his hands pushing Cloud's uniforms and night clothes aside, gripping one of the dark violet suits SOLDIER men wore. He wrinkled his nose at its color, but took it off the hanger and closed the doors of the dresser. Annoyed now by not getting an answer out of the timid guard, Zack turned to him and tried to look cheerful.
He guessed the look was a little to cheerful, for the guard blinked in confusion, hands still cupping blood.
"Ack!" Zack smacked his hand against his forehead, tossing his clothing onto the bed and stalking off for the bathroom. "Come with me you. Forgot you were bloody. Why didn't you say something? Goodness man, I'm not about to eat you or anything."
The SOLDIER yanked open the small white rooms door, snatching the nearest towel off a counter top, and nearly running into the shorter guard on his way out. He stumbled back in surprise, but re-gained his composure quickly and dabbed the towel in the puddle of blood the guard held.
"There. Now get that and whatever other mess you made cleaned up while I change. Then you can explain why you woke me up so rudely." Suddenly the raven haired man frowned, then glared. "And I wont forget it. I was having a very close-to-the-heart dream and I will not get to have one so toughing ever again. So you better have a good excuse."
And as Zack stalked back into the inns room, he heard the teenage guard mutter- "Close to the heart? Probably Tifa close to his body."
"I heard that!" He snapped, but he couldn't help but laugh.
