Meeting You Again
Title: Meeting You Again
Pairing: Zack / Aerith (ish)
Summary: He wanted wings just like his mentors. But what he got was so much more.
Rating: K+
Warnings: -
A/N: this, was a commission. All details were up to the commissioner.
The rain now longer beats down on the scoffed and bloody face of an ex-SOLDIER 1st Class. Despite his body lying on the edge of a ravine, overlooking the far off city of Midgar, and the fact that his black outfit is in tatters from bullet holes; a smile is permanently draped over his strong countenance. The blood smudged over his face has become a dull pink as the sun begins to come out from behind the now empty clouds. Rays of sunshine reach down to meet his still body as a warm breeze blow over him, sending the single bundle of raven hair over his left eye into a tizzy. The rest of his cascading ebony spikes rest behind him as the last of his thoughts drift to his best friend and mentor who had the most breathtaking, pure white wings.
Just for him the clouds seem to part and pull him upwards, his gloved hand reaching for the identical one extending towards him. His eyes briefly flutter open to reveal eyes bluer than the sky. An envious smile tugs even further at his lips, “I want those wings too.”
The light blinds his heroic soul and for the briefest of moments he seems to be lost in it. He can’t find his footing nor get any of his enhanced sense to identify where he is. His brows draw together as he tries to figure it all out and open his eyes, but finds he can’t even though he knows he’s not alive anymore.
“Hello?”
The happiness bundled tightly in his chest unleashes as he’s finally able to slowly open his eyes to find he’s lying on his back in a field of delicate yellow and white flowers.
“Zack, I told you not to step on them.” The sweet voice giggles, “And now you’re sleeping on them.”
He slowly sits up to find the one he had left waiting kneeling beside him. She’s different from when he had last laid eyes on her; obviously taking his compliment and changing her wardrobe. Metal bracers dangle on her thin wrists as her slim fingers are folded on her lap. She wears a shin-length, rose pink dress that buttons up the front with a red bolero jacket over it. Her spiraling chocolate brown tresses are pulled back with the pink ribbon he had given her oh so long ago, while her bangs are segmented and frame in her emerald green eyes.
A grin replaces any other expression that had been on his face, “I’ll just have to repay you for this then, huh Aerith?”
She draws a hand up to tap at the side of her face with a single finger, a smile quickly slipping onto her pink lips, “How about one date?”
Zack stares quizzically at the single digit she holds up in front of him before a hearty laugh leaves his lips. Her laughter melds with his until he reaches out and grabs her hand, folding that one finger down to twine with his own gloved ones. “You got it!”
Pairing: Zack / Aerith (ish)
Summary: He wanted wings just like his mentors. But what he got was so much more.
Rating: K+
Warnings: -
A/N: this, was a commission. All details were up to the commissioner.
The rain now longer beats down on the scoffed and bloody face of an ex-SOLDIER 1st Class. Despite his body lying on the edge of a ravine, overlooking the far off city of Midgar, and the fact that his black outfit is in tatters from bullet holes; a smile is permanently draped over his strong countenance. The blood smudged over his face has become a dull pink as the sun begins to come out from behind the now empty clouds. Rays of sunshine reach down to meet his still body as a warm breeze blow over him, sending the single bundle of raven hair over his left eye into a tizzy. The rest of his cascading ebony spikes rest behind him as the last of his thoughts drift to his best friend and mentor who had the most breathtaking, pure white wings.
Just for him the clouds seem to part and pull him upwards, his gloved hand reaching for the identical one extending towards him. His eyes briefly flutter open to reveal eyes bluer than the sky. An envious smile tugs even further at his lips, “I want those wings too.”
The light blinds his heroic soul and for the briefest of moments he seems to be lost in it. He can’t find his footing nor get any of his enhanced sense to identify where he is. His brows draw together as he tries to figure it all out and open his eyes, but finds he can’t even though he knows he’s not alive anymore.
“Hello?”
The happiness bundled tightly in his chest unleashes as he’s finally able to slowly open his eyes to find he’s lying on his back in a field of delicate yellow and white flowers.
“Zack, I told you not to step on them.” The sweet voice giggles, “And now you’re sleeping on them.”
He slowly sits up to find the one he had left waiting kneeling beside him. She’s different from when he had last laid eyes on her; obviously taking his compliment and changing her wardrobe. Metal bracers dangle on her thin wrists as her slim fingers are folded on her lap. She wears a shin-length, rose pink dress that buttons up the front with a red bolero jacket over it. Her spiraling chocolate brown tresses are pulled back with the pink ribbon he had given her oh so long ago, while her bangs are segmented and frame in her emerald green eyes.
A grin replaces any other expression that had been on his face, “I’ll just have to repay you for this then, huh Aerith?”
She draws a hand up to tap at the side of her face with a single finger, a smile quickly slipping onto her pink lips, “How about one date?”
Zack stares quizzically at the single digit she holds up in front of him before a hearty laugh leaves his lips. Her laughter melds with his until he reaches out and grabs her hand, folding that one finger down to twine with his own gloved ones. “You got it!”