Author's Note: Because I'm still working on my hopefully-soon-to-be first "completed" fic ever and I'm really stressed XD. I also have a major headache. One word: Angst.
Disclaimer: Stuff belongs to Square-Enix.
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"You said you'd always be here for me!" he cried.
Really, he had no reason to be angry at his friend. If he hadn't been such a burden… maybe Zack would have…
/Nothing can bring back those who have departed./
But…there had to be some way. If it was his fault Zack was no longer here…
If it was his fault…
A strangled scream echoed across the wastelands of Midgar. That was the reality! It was his fault that Zack was gone, his fault that Zack would no longer smile, his fault that Zack's laughter would never again fill the air, it was entirely his fault! His head was wracked with unimaginable agony, and he clutched it vainly, clawing at it, trying to stop the pain as his body writhed and twitched in the mud. He couldn't take his eyes off the broken body of his dearest friend. The dark color of blood was everywhere. And the rain was attacking Zack's body.
He screamed again and again. He wanted the rain to stop. He wanted… the crying to stop.
…Crying?
Who was…crying?
His eyes fell upon the Buster Blade. He picked up the sword with…surprising ease. He remembered how…extremely heavy it used to be. It had been heavy before, hadn't it? He had been…too weak to lift it.
/…who…am I?/
/Cloud..?/
/That's right. I'm Cloud…/
/from… Nibelheim…/
/…SOLDIER…/
/…First class./
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Maybe I'll eventually incorporate this into something.