The Fifth Act, Chapter 27

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Title: The Fifth Act

Rating: T for violence.

Summary: FFVII Time-travel. Gen. Cloud has an accident with a Time Materia.

Author's Note:  Big chapter, this one.  I angsted over it a lot, so let me know what you think (and as always, please point out any typos or mistakes you see.)  Oh, and Happy Year of the Tiger/Valentine's Day!

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Ficcy~

[daemoninwhite]

I do not have an icon that fully expresses my horror/glee with the above chapter. It's a mixture of GODDAMNIT WOMAN and OOOOOOOOHHHH and FUCK IT'S A LIONHOJO, GET IN THE CAR, I just don't know what to use.

A miniskirt with extremely thin material that was not the best choice to be wearing in the middle of Nibleheim winter (and it was the middle of fucking winter, not matter what Cloud said or how many times Sephiroth 'patiently' explained that if the season was summer in Midgar, it was summer in Nibleheim too). It was kind of cute in a way, pleated and dark navy blue, the kind that upper-class Midgar schoolgirls wore to their extremely expensive and elite private schools. The problem was that it was very short. Now, if it were on Aeris or (his brain short circuited at the mental image that produced - his Aeris, done up with pigtails, a short little skirt and a short little shirt, blushing and apologizing about handing in her homework late …. Ohhh yeeeeaaaah) he would have absolutely no complaints at all, but on him, the skirt was so short that it revealed his boxer shorts as he sat up (a perfectly respectable and SOLIDER-like pair in plain white cotton and decorated with dancing Tonberries). Following that thought made him glance further down and - dear merciful gods.

In seconds he was on his feet, screaming completely incomprehensible curses at the sky, shaking his fists and committing each and every blaspheme that had ever even been considered. This was also not the best thing to do when just outside a creepy, old, mostly likely haunted mansion. But he'd been almost inside the house's invisible monster-repellent shield thingy anyway - the only reason that the armoured lizard dog things had attacked him was because they'd followed him for the last ten meters or so.

All this was well and good, and as it made Zack think about things other than the fact that he now had knee high, black, scarily similar to SOLIDER issue, boots on. When he raised his hands to cover his eyes from the horrible, horrible sight (he'd inherited his body hair from his dad, and so the substantial amount of flesh that showed from knee to miniskirt-edge was not only very masculinely muscular, but also covered in hair. Not a good look at all.) he'd found that his solid, reliable gloves had been transformed into dainty little things that finished just past his elbows. If it weren't for the colour (the same dark navy blue as that fucking skirt) the gloves would look exactly like the fragile white ones worn by the mothers of the schoolgirls when on their way to their equally elite balls. And, of course, as his day could not get any fucking better, he had a gigantic, bright red bow on his chest. Great. Officially, the day could not get any worse.

Unfortunately for Zack, the day had other ideas about unofficial amounts of pure horror and the teeny amounts of dignity that SOLDIERS should be allowed to keep.

"Zack? Are you okay."

Fuck. Cloud. Shit! Where the hell was that weird staffey thingy?

He spotted it just as Cloud rounded the corner, looking adorably worried. Zack knew exactly when Cloud spotted him as the blond's mouth opened and closed like a stunned fish.

"Z-zack?"

He took a stuttering step forward.

"Cloud no don't-!"

Too late. Cloud's foot nudged it, and something clicked into place as the sky fell down around them.

Re: Ficcy~

[sinnatious]

aldskfjlskfjasfj *FLAILS*

ROFLOL, the mental image is too priceless! XD And Zack's boxer shorts! Dancing tonberries aslkfjs. AND HIS REACTION. Oh this is GOLD.

AND NOW CLOUD! *___* XDDDDDD So awesome.

It's a fuckin' lion. A fuckin' sweet lion. Fuck this shit. XD