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Title: Discards
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
icedark_elf
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
mercverse
Pairing/Character: Zack
Theme: 14-Bump for25_streetsigns
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: FFVII isn't mine, however, the concept formercverse is.
Wordcount: 880
Warnings: Angst, and a tiny, tiny bit of foul language.
Discards
“Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!”
After being forced to listen to Zack beg, pled, offer sex and refusing to shut up, the rest of the pack finally agreed to go. Actually, Vincent extracted a promise for four hours of silence, one for each of them, that could be cashed at any time. Zack easily agreed, which was a clue for the rest of them about just how much Zack wanted to go.
“Why do you want to go to this so bad,” Sephiroth asked, confused as hell and showing not a bit of it. “It’s just full of other peoples discards and junk.”
Zack snorted. “Come on, Seph, you can find some really cool stuff at these things. Most of the gifts I give you guys come from there, and I know how much you like them. So why not drag you there and let you see what else you can find. I’m not a mage, or a half-blood. I may be looking at something useful that I don’t even know about.”
Slowly, but surely, Zack got them all down to the local gathering that happened every few months. There were always new things, and Zack’s magpie tendencies were even stronger than normal.
“You guys, stop looking like I’m dragging you to an execution,” he said, walking backwards in front of the other four. “This place is fun if you just let yourselves….”
Whatever he had been about to say was lost as he bumped into a girl behind them. A quick move saved them both from falling, but not before knocking over the table of the dealer next to the collision. Sheepishly smiling, Zack crouched to help pick things up. The last was an older scrapbook, which he started to flip through.
“This is boring,” Chaos rumbled. “Zack, why are you looking through that? It’s just full of old newspaper clippin….”
Chaos stopped as he saw Zack’s face go white. So white his lips were grey, and his eyes looking ever more vivid than normal.
“Zack?” Vincent’s tentative saying of the other man’s name got a reaction. Dropping the scrapbook, Zack turned and bolted.
With a curse, Cloud looked at the twins. “Follow him. Don’t stop him, but don’t let him get hurt either!” They were gone almost before the words were out of his mouth. Cloud then moved and started to flip through the scrapbook. He knew the page he wanted the second he found it.
“Local Woman Kill in Accident” was the headline, and the picture under it had a picture of a family of three. One that he couldn’t help but recognize one member, even if he had been just a baby. And it wasn’t hard to see the resemblance to the adults holding him.
“Fuck.”
A sentiment he could easily agree with, even if it was a bit of a surprise to hear it coming from Seph’s mouth. The mage didn’t curse much.
“This isn’t going to be fun,” Cloud sighed, looking into the eyes of the woman who had died so many years ago.
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It was Cloud, in the end, who went and spoke with Zack. The younger man was sitting on the edge of one of the abandoned buildings that littered the area. It was very, very close to where he and Cloud had met for the first time.
“I like flea markets cause they are full of discards,” Zack said absently, staring off into space as he spoke. “I was a discard, so I kinda liked to look at other discards as well. Find someway to make them useful. You know, it was fun.
But I’m not. I had a family once. And I lost it. And who knows what happened after that. Just some kid who had it, then lost it all.” A moment of silence. “Who am I?’
The sheer sense of lost in Zack’s voice made Cloud’s heart ache. Zack had worked so hard to find himself, and now none of it seemed to matter.
“You are Zachary Strife, he of far too many titles for me to name off. You are my adoptive child and someone I chose to be with. You have four lovers who are very worried about you at the moment. I keep expecting the twins to do something stupid to try to help you feel better.” He moved to sit next to the other man.
Zack, after a few minutes, -looked- at Cloud, and Cloud saw the six year old he had taken in looking at him once again. “Cloud…. I don’t know them. I should know them. I fucking -look- like them.”
The distress in his voice didn’t help Cloud’s impression of it. So he did what he had done when Zack had been younger. When the little boy had had nightmares that he didn’t understand but was so scared of. Shifting closer, Cloud wrapped his arms around the other man and started to pet his hair slowly, singing softly in a tongue that had been dead for over a thousand years.
As the song of his childhood washed over him, caught in familiar arms, Zack started to mourn for the family he had never, and would never, have a chance to know.
crossposted to the typicals.
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfFandom: Final Fantasy VII:
mercversePairing/Character: Zack
Theme: 14-Bump for
25_streetsignsRating: PG-13
Disclaimer: FFVII isn't mine, however, the concept for
mercverse is.Wordcount: 880
Warnings: Angst, and a tiny, tiny bit of foul language.
Discards
“Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!”
After being forced to listen to Zack beg, pled, offer sex and refusing to shut up, the rest of the pack finally agreed to go. Actually, Vincent extracted a promise for four hours of silence, one for each of them, that could be cashed at any time. Zack easily agreed, which was a clue for the rest of them about just how much Zack wanted to go.
“Why do you want to go to this so bad,” Sephiroth asked, confused as hell and showing not a bit of it. “It’s just full of other peoples discards and junk.”
Zack snorted. “Come on, Seph, you can find some really cool stuff at these things. Most of the gifts I give you guys come from there, and I know how much you like them. So why not drag you there and let you see what else you can find. I’m not a mage, or a half-blood. I may be looking at something useful that I don’t even know about.”
Slowly, but surely, Zack got them all down to the local gathering that happened every few months. There were always new things, and Zack’s magpie tendencies were even stronger than normal.
“You guys, stop looking like I’m dragging you to an execution,” he said, walking backwards in front of the other four. “This place is fun if you just let yourselves….”
Whatever he had been about to say was lost as he bumped into a girl behind them. A quick move saved them both from falling, but not before knocking over the table of the dealer next to the collision. Sheepishly smiling, Zack crouched to help pick things up. The last was an older scrapbook, which he started to flip through.
“This is boring,” Chaos rumbled. “Zack, why are you looking through that? It’s just full of old newspaper clippin….”
Chaos stopped as he saw Zack’s face go white. So white his lips were grey, and his eyes looking ever more vivid than normal.
“Zack?” Vincent’s tentative saying of the other man’s name got a reaction. Dropping the scrapbook, Zack turned and bolted.
With a curse, Cloud looked at the twins. “Follow him. Don’t stop him, but don’t let him get hurt either!” They were gone almost before the words were out of his mouth. Cloud then moved and started to flip through the scrapbook. He knew the page he wanted the second he found it.
“Local Woman Kill in Accident” was the headline, and the picture under it had a picture of a family of three. One that he couldn’t help but recognize one member, even if he had been just a baby. And it wasn’t hard to see the resemblance to the adults holding him.
“Fuck.”
A sentiment he could easily agree with, even if it was a bit of a surprise to hear it coming from Seph’s mouth. The mage didn’t curse much.
“This isn’t going to be fun,” Cloud sighed, looking into the eyes of the woman who had died so many years ago.
It was Cloud, in the end, who went and spoke with Zack. The younger man was sitting on the edge of one of the abandoned buildings that littered the area. It was very, very close to where he and Cloud had met for the first time.
“I like flea markets cause they are full of discards,” Zack said absently, staring off into space as he spoke. “I was a discard, so I kinda liked to look at other discards as well. Find someway to make them useful. You know, it was fun.
But I’m not. I had a family once. And I lost it. And who knows what happened after that. Just some kid who had it, then lost it all.” A moment of silence. “Who am I?’
The sheer sense of lost in Zack’s voice made Cloud’s heart ache. Zack had worked so hard to find himself, and now none of it seemed to matter.
“You are Zachary Strife, he of far too many titles for me to name off. You are my adoptive child and someone I chose to be with. You have four lovers who are very worried about you at the moment. I keep expecting the twins to do something stupid to try to help you feel better.” He moved to sit next to the other man.
Zack, after a few minutes, -looked- at Cloud, and Cloud saw the six year old he had taken in looking at him once again. “Cloud…. I don’t know them. I should know them. I fucking -look- like them.”
The distress in his voice didn’t help Cloud’s impression of it. So he did what he had done when Zack had been younger. When the little boy had had nightmares that he didn’t understand but was so scared of. Shifting closer, Cloud wrapped his arms around the other man and started to pet his hair slowly, singing softly in a tongue that had been dead for over a thousand years.
As the song of his childhood washed over him, caught in familiar arms, Zack started to mourn for the family he had never, and would never, have a chance to know.
crossposted to the typicals.