Title: She's a Beaut!
Drabble Challenge: joudama!verse
Prompt: HC - How'd Zack get that bike again?
AN: This is based on the fugmobiles that Zack drove when they were on the run in CC, and how incredibly fug the flower carts he built for Aerith were. XD
"Zack..." Cloud started, blinking. "What under the Heavens is that?"
Zack beamed. "My new bike! I'm gonna need one if I'm gonna be delivering stuff all over the world! Chocobos hate me, remember?"
Tifa snickered from behind Cloud. "I don't think 'hate' is quite the right word, Zack."
"I told you, we never speak of that thing with the chocobo again," Zack said firmly, blanching slightly at the memory.
Cloud shook his head, ignoring the digression. "That is not a bike. That is a clunker."
"Is not!" Zack said defensively. "She just needs a little elbow grease, and she'll be a beaut!"
"No, Zack. She will never be a 'beaut'," Cloud said. "I remember some of the, uh, vehicles you picked out for us when we were on the run last year."
"They all ran great!"
"Yeah, they did," Cloud said, conceding that point.
"But they all looked like something someone's grandma would drive," Tifa finished helpfully.
"Hey!" Zack said defensively.
Cloud ignored him, and crouched by the very old looking motocycle Zack had picked out, giving it a quick once-over.
"Well?" Zack said, looking oddly nervous.
Cloud poked at a few parts, then stood up. "Your sense of style sucks," he said flatly. And it was true-it did. But once he'd gotten a look at the bike, it was obvious that it had once been a good one, but someone had 'modified' it to make it more like a draft horse than a thoroughbred. But once he started stripping off the extra bits and replaced a few parts... "But she's in great shape. She probably runs great. But we have to work on the outside, and it's going to need some modifications if you're going to seriously use it for tearing around the planet."
Zack lit up. "But it's definitely a good bike!" he said proudly, and Cloud blinked.
"Ask me in a week," he said, and Zack grinned just as Tifa sighed and rolled her eyes, muttering something uncharitable about men and their toys as she did.