[fic] "New Game Plus"
Title: "New Game Plus"
Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack and Angeal
Rating: PG
Notes: I'm at the Crisis Core end game. As I see the inevitable looming towards me, the shower muse decides to give me this. I don't mind it. Also, lol, I'm a meme whore~. Oh, yes, spoilers for CC, of course.
He felt lighter.
He didn't feel the pain in his chest. He didn't feel the rain on his face. The hand, welcoming, reached down towards him, to take him into the light. He raised his hand to meet the other. Everything would be fine now. He closed his eyes.
"Fair. Wake up."
Zack blinked. It was dark and dry. He was seated. Cloud was gone. Chopper blades thrummed along and the whole copter swerved and took a bit of a dive.
He felt a little groggy, but otherwise pretty damn great for a guy who'd been shot point blank a few dozen times. Zack looked down at his chest. No blood, no holes, and he wasn't wearing the charcoal of a First Class uniform. He had to find out where he was, and what the hell they'd done with Cloud.
"Everything's right where it was before you decided to take a nap."
Zack turned to the voice. He was going nuts. (Going?) Things didn't work like this. This was impossible. Insane. Trick of the light. Yet...
Angeal smiled. "Finally decided to pay attention?" Angeal. Without wings. Sitting there like they were on their way to any other mission. Zack was so used to the angel's wings that Angeal looked weird without them.
"Wutai troops have hijacked Shinra Express MK93 II."
Zack just managed to stop from accusing the radio of being crazy. If anyone here was supposed to be crazy...
"The train is currently headed to Midgar Sector Eight. A Soldier operative will be inserted to neutralize the situation."
The training run right before Tamblin, before Angeal...
"We are to proceed as scheduled. Commence mission in three... two... one... Mark."
The wildest, stupidest, most brilliant idea Zack ever had was born. He'd been on a training run. He knew what to expect. Anticipate and learn when to strike... You learned from your fuck ups on training runs, so you'd do better next time. How many next times like this did anyone get?
"Begin Mission."
Zack got up, reached for his sword (standard issue Soldier blades felt too light after getting used to the Buster), and hung out of the hatch. The wind was fucking up his hair, again, and making his eyes water, again. He could see the train below, and the lights of the city.
"Operative is ready for insertion."
He wouldn't fuck up this time.
Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack and Angeal
Rating: PG
Notes: I'm at the Crisis Core end game. As I see the inevitable looming towards me, the shower muse decides to give me this. I don't mind it. Also, lol, I'm a meme whore~. Oh, yes, spoilers for CC, of course.
He felt lighter.
He didn't feel the pain in his chest. He didn't feel the rain on his face. The hand, welcoming, reached down towards him, to take him into the light. He raised his hand to meet the other. Everything would be fine now. He closed his eyes.
"Fair. Wake up."
Zack blinked. It was dark and dry. He was seated. Cloud was gone. Chopper blades thrummed along and the whole copter swerved and took a bit of a dive.
He felt a little groggy, but otherwise pretty damn great for a guy who'd been shot point blank a few dozen times. Zack looked down at his chest. No blood, no holes, and he wasn't wearing the charcoal of a First Class uniform. He had to find out where he was, and what the hell they'd done with Cloud.
"Everything's right where it was before you decided to take a nap."
Zack turned to the voice. He was going nuts. (Going?) Things didn't work like this. This was impossible. Insane. Trick of the light. Yet...
Angeal smiled. "Finally decided to pay attention?" Angeal. Without wings. Sitting there like they were on their way to any other mission. Zack was so used to the angel's wings that Angeal looked weird without them.
"Wutai troops have hijacked Shinra Express MK93 II."
Zack just managed to stop from accusing the radio of being crazy. If anyone here was supposed to be crazy...
"The train is currently headed to Midgar Sector Eight. A Soldier operative will be inserted to neutralize the situation."
The training run right before Tamblin, before Angeal...
"We are to proceed as scheduled. Commence mission in three... two... one... Mark."
The wildest, stupidest, most brilliant idea Zack ever had was born. He'd been on a training run. He knew what to expect. Anticipate and learn when to strike... You learned from your fuck ups on training runs, so you'd do better next time. How many next times like this did anyone get?
"Begin Mission."
Zack got up, reached for his sword (standard issue Soldier blades felt too light after getting used to the Buster), and hung out of the hatch. The wind was fucking up his hair, again, and making his eyes water, again. He could see the train below, and the lights of the city.
"Operative is ready for insertion."
He wouldn't fuck up this time.