Three Degrees North
Title: Three Degrees North
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Sephiroth
Rating: G
Words: 700
Note: And to think, this thing was actually a dream first.
Summary: Zack was delayed from his ambitions, but it still looked promising.
He was years behind on where he had planned to be by this point. Wutai was long over, so that chance had sailed right on by him, but it was okay. There would be other chances, and his mother had needed him to stay home these last years.
Now he was free to go, and he'd finally manage to get to Midgar so he could try to wiggle his way into SOLDIER. They'd likely tightened ranks since the end of the war, but if someone younger than him could get in, and get up there, he was completely sure he'd be pretty convincing once he arrived. Unlike when he'd planned to go, his age wouldn't cause them to pause quite so long and consider like if he was just a kid.
No, now he could see absolutely nothing barring him from getting up to the top and making a hero of himself unless he really managed to fuck it up. Which… was possible, but he'd be trying really hard to avoid that, because that would just suck.
So far, things had been going good. He'd gotten his study materials, proved he could use a blade, and even managed to find out when tests were so he could give it a go. Now, all he needed to do was wait. Again.
Just like he'd waited patiently for the last four years as he helped his mom deal with his dad's illness, though this time it was more a good anticipation than frustrated upset. Nodding to himself, pleased with his resolve and satisfied with the way everything was going, he turned on his heel to head back to his place, it was just a little rundown apartment, but it would work until he passed.
The last thing he'd expected was to immediately see two of the best known of Shinra's elite coming through the door he was headed towards. The General and the youngest of the SOLDIER. They were saying something, but he just wasn't close enough to hear.
Something he immediately resolved to fix as he picked up his step, moving up in front of them and flashing them a smile that he just managed to avoid letting be awestruck. Even if it had turned out that the blond was shorter than him. "Hi! I'm Zack, Zack Fair. You two are Sephiroth and Cloud Strife, right?"
Whatever they'd been saying cut off pretty well at his words, and he got two pairs of glowing eyes focused on him right quick. Gods they were pretty. Right, but that didn't have anything to do with wanting to talk to them or anything.
At all.
Really.
As the silence drew out, he offered his hand, hoping one of them would get the hint. "I am right aren't I?"
They shared a glance before the blond reached and clasped his hand briefly, releasing it on a slow nod. "You're right. I'm Cloud Strife. Ah… Fair, right? Why so excited?"
"I had no idea I'd meet you guys so soon. I mean, I knew I would eventually, since I'm gonna be a SOLDIER, but this is like, the best of good omens." He flashed them a brilliant smile as he let his hand drop to his side. Well, at least that had done something. "You'll remember me right? When I get there, I mean, no need for all these introductions all over again."
"No, I'm entirely certain this first impression will linger with us both. It was… interesting meeting you, but we do have other duties to attend to." Nodding, Sephiroth nudged Cloud lightly, and both moved past him off to other parts of the building than the one he'd come from. Looking after them, he let out a soft breath, still smiling to himself as he slipped out into the Midgar sunshine.
Only then did he realize that there had been a barely discernable wry current in Sephiroth's voice that he hadn't even realized was there until he'd left the building.
"Dude, did he just snark me?" He paused, glancing back at the door he'd left through as he felt his small smile turn into a grin. "He so did… this is gonna be awesome."
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Sephiroth
Rating: G
Words: 700
Note: And to think, this thing was actually a dream first.
Summary: Zack was delayed from his ambitions, but it still looked promising.
He was years behind on where he had planned to be by this point. Wutai was long over, so that chance had sailed right on by him, but it was okay. There would be other chances, and his mother had needed him to stay home these last years.
Now he was free to go, and he'd finally manage to get to Midgar so he could try to wiggle his way into SOLDIER. They'd likely tightened ranks since the end of the war, but if someone younger than him could get in, and get up there, he was completely sure he'd be pretty convincing once he arrived. Unlike when he'd planned to go, his age wouldn't cause them to pause quite so long and consider like if he was just a kid.
No, now he could see absolutely nothing barring him from getting up to the top and making a hero of himself unless he really managed to fuck it up. Which… was possible, but he'd be trying really hard to avoid that, because that would just suck.
So far, things had been going good. He'd gotten his study materials, proved he could use a blade, and even managed to find out when tests were so he could give it a go. Now, all he needed to do was wait. Again.
Just like he'd waited patiently for the last four years as he helped his mom deal with his dad's illness, though this time it was more a good anticipation than frustrated upset. Nodding to himself, pleased with his resolve and satisfied with the way everything was going, he turned on his heel to head back to his place, it was just a little rundown apartment, but it would work until he passed.
The last thing he'd expected was to immediately see two of the best known of Shinra's elite coming through the door he was headed towards. The General and the youngest of the SOLDIER. They were saying something, but he just wasn't close enough to hear.
Something he immediately resolved to fix as he picked up his step, moving up in front of them and flashing them a smile that he just managed to avoid letting be awestruck. Even if it had turned out that the blond was shorter than him. "Hi! I'm Zack, Zack Fair. You two are Sephiroth and Cloud Strife, right?"
Whatever they'd been saying cut off pretty well at his words, and he got two pairs of glowing eyes focused on him right quick. Gods they were pretty. Right, but that didn't have anything to do with wanting to talk to them or anything.
At all.
Really.
As the silence drew out, he offered his hand, hoping one of them would get the hint. "I am right aren't I?"
They shared a glance before the blond reached and clasped his hand briefly, releasing it on a slow nod. "You're right. I'm Cloud Strife. Ah… Fair, right? Why so excited?"
"I had no idea I'd meet you guys so soon. I mean, I knew I would eventually, since I'm gonna be a SOLDIER, but this is like, the best of good omens." He flashed them a brilliant smile as he let his hand drop to his side. Well, at least that had done something. "You'll remember me right? When I get there, I mean, no need for all these introductions all over again."
"No, I'm entirely certain this first impression will linger with us both. It was… interesting meeting you, but we do have other duties to attend to." Nodding, Sephiroth nudged Cloud lightly, and both moved past him off to other parts of the building than the one he'd come from. Looking after them, he let out a soft breath, still smiling to himself as he slipped out into the Midgar sunshine.
Only then did he realize that there had been a barely discernable wry current in Sephiroth's voice that he hadn't even realized was there until he'd left the building.
"Dude, did he just snark me?" He paused, glancing back at the door he'd left through as he felt his small smile turn into a grin. "He so did… this is gonna be awesome."