Fic: Making a Choice(FFVII: Mercverse/Zack/21-First St.)

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Title: Making a Choice
Author/Artist: GW Katrina icedark_elf
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: mercverse
Pairing/Character: Zack
Theme: 21-First St. (25_streetsigns)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: FFVII isn't mine, the concept for mercverse, however, is.
Wordcount: 341
Warning: None


Making a Choice

Whistling, Zack roamed the city. The last few months had been…confusing.

Course, Cloud was confusing all on his own. Everything else just added for it. Too much, too fast, and he had to keep away from all his familiar haunts so he could think. And think Zack had. He had been weighing good vs. bad about living both places. Either with the group of people he had spent the last two years with or someone he had just met.

He forgot that he didn’t know the area as well, the jolt of accidentally walking into another person, which he could normally catch himself with, lead to a stumble. And a fall. And Zack felt something in his arm crack.

It hurt.

Biting back a cry, he grabbed the spot that hurt the most and rose to unsteady feet. Blinking back tears, he started to take a shaky, wavering path back to safety.

Then he hit First St.

If he crossed here, he would be heading towards the slums, to Momo and Feather and all of them. People who did their best, but had their own problems that they had to take care of first. He was the mascot, but they did their best to keep him healthy, he knew they did. Mostly, though, it was because they all had images of themselves out on the street at that age and didn’t like it at all. Jojo had explained it to him before he had gotten sick.

If he turned and walked up the street, he would find the place Cloud lived. The man hadn’t made a move on him yet, and he let Zack come and go as much. Zack had picked up a bit on the street, and he knew how to read people. Didn’t know how it applied to someone who could die and come back, but…..

Cloud seemed honest, and that all he wanted to do was care.

Swallowing back another whimper, Zack turned and started to walk up the street. He wanted someone who wanted to care.


crossposted to icedark_elf, 25_streetsigns, acfiction, and mercverse