Second one-shot!
Theme: Even the greatest men are only human.
R&R Please
Zack Fair was a man.
When it was time for his monthly mako injections, he never makes a single sound even though he's deathly afraid of needles.
He never backed down from any challenge. Once he even streaked pass the director's office, butt-naked for 100 gil.
He would willing eat anything that looked even remotely edible(and some things that don't).
He was strong, able to take on dozens of monsters all at the same time, able to jump over several story buildings with a single leap and able to carry his own burdens and the burdens of those around him.
He always knew what to say and when to say it.
He knew how to get the girl.
Whenever he gets knocked down, he gets right back up with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
He wasn't afraid to show his emotions.
He almost never got knocked down.
He always stuck by his ideals.
He trusted his friends and they trusted him.
What he couldn't say in words, he could say with his fists, or his sword, or the random assortment of materia in his pocket.
He was dependable.
And he always, always kept his promises. So on that fateful day, as he laid in a pool of his blood, tears fell from his slowly dimming eyes. But you wouldn't be able to tell because of the rain falling on his weary face. He felt like he had been stuck by 300 needles. Even though he was strong and never backed down, he wasn't strong enough. It didn't matter what he said now and it didn't look like he was going to be getting up this time. His sword and his materia couldn't save him now. Even as he finally gets to experience true freedom, even as he finally gets wings of his own, he cries. It looked like there was one promise that he couldn't keep and it didn't matter how dependable he was.
After all, Zack Fair was only a man.