Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I do however own a copy of Crisis Core.
A/N For my friend lithiumkatana17! WARNING: Crisis Core Spoilers. Viewer discretion is advised. And let's give a big hand to our guest today, the star of Crisis Core: Zack Fair! Oh and the TV report is courtesy of Yahriel. Earlier I received a message that this piece was nominated for a Genesis Award! Thank you all for your support!
Zack sighed, this week had been one of the worst in his life, and he'd had some bad weeks before. This was worse then the first time Sephiroth ever beat him bloody in training, worse then the first time he'd been shot, worse then his first trip to the dentist. He felt sick, no wonder Sephiroth had sent him down there, he needed the rest desperately. Angeal… He thought dismally before something caught his eye, a hunched white lab coated figure.
Hojo was walking over to a lounge chair with a parasol. Zack growled, the other day he'd seen Hojo trying to do something to Sephiroth, and now that he thought about it that whole lab mess was all Hojo's fault. He was in a bad mood; the madman was a good target. The SOLDIER rather hated Hojo, mostly for the things he'd done to Sephiroth and potentially a lot of people he knew. He looked around, realizing that his Buster Sword was back in Midgar, an ocean away from Costa del Sol.
Zack stood up grabbing his parasol, it would do as far as a weapon, it was about the same length and actually lighter then his mentor's sword. Hojo had walked over to the beach examining the water; the SOLDIER folded in his parasol and crept over to Hojo silently. Bringing the large umbrella over his head he swung down hard on Hojo's head.
The fabric couldn't stand up to the swing; one of the spines broke through and stabbed the scientist in the head. Zack forced it out, normally seeing some grey and red bits stuck on the end; he eyed the fallen body before looking around nervously. He grabbed the corpse's upper arms and dragged it into the outgoing tide letting it drift away before heading over to his chair, sticking the parasol back in the ground and relaxing back in the seat.
The next morning he and Sephiroth; dressed in sunglasses and a rather nice button down silk dragon and tiger shirt with some black shorts, Zack still in nothing but his black swim trunks, were sitting at the tiki bar watching the sports scores. During the commercial break Sephiroth raised a silver eyebrow at the news bulletin.
"New at 9! The head of Shin-Ra's Scientific Department was found washed up on the beach dead this morning. Eyewitnesses say that a man with spiky black hair, a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek, and swim trunks was seen near the scene of the crime. We will be bringing you more details as we get them."
Sephiroth turned to his second, "Zack."
"What? No one hurts my commander, besides I think I've had a bad enough week as it is. Give me a break would ya?" The SOLDIER looked at his commander.
"Alright, now I'm regretting not joining you yesterday. Where was Cissnei during this?" The silver haired SOLDIER asked.
Zack shrugged, "Tseng called her away, and can you believe he showed up at the beach in his suit?"
Sephiroth cracked a small fleeting smile at the thought.
