fanfic by volly
final fantasy vii (c) square enix
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Title: combo
Theme(s): radio-cassette player
Notes: ...the title does not make any sense. written in 14 min 55 secs for word #129 at 15minuteficlets, which explains for the general crappiness of this drabble. the idea sounded prettier in my head.
Spoilers: zack is a spoiler all in himself. :x besides that, there is a very tiny spoiler for last order, so be warned.
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Zack loved it. He loved music as much as he loved sharp pointy objects, as much as he loved living life to the fullest, as much as he loved singing in the shower and getting drunk on the weekends and kissing Cloud. Which was to say, basically, that Zack loved music a lot.
Cloud always thought that it was depressing, that there was music at Zack's death. Somehow it seemed too morbid and ironic and mocking, having something you loved play just before the end of your life.
The truck was a cheap one, an old one. It was so old it came equipped with only an ancient radio-cassette player for entertainment. A mockery. Zack insisted that the geezer turn on the radio anyways. There was a few annoyed mumbles, but the driver eventually did as Zack asked. A slow, soft melody purred out from the speakers, a gentle background to the steady rumbling of the vehicle. Cloud relaxed into the music, listening to the simple but endearing tune and to Zack's attempt of a one-sided conversation, while wishing that he could reply.
The music flowed on, the sun blazed down, and the wind ruffled the tips of Cloud's bangs. But Midgar was only a few hours away and soon he would get better and he would become a mercenary with Zack and everything seemed alright for just a few minutes of his life. Everything seemed alright but such a mood was shattered all too soon.
There was music. Zack hummed the tune under his breath. There was a gunshot and Zack had flung himself over Cloud, a human shield to an attack Cloud never saw coming.
And then there was silence. Cloud looked into Zack's glowing silver eyes, but suddenly they weren't glowing anymore. Silence.
Zack loved music.
Cloud hates it.