Final Fantasy Seven: Cloud/Zack
Title: Teensy Mistake
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 562
Summary: Zack decided to help out the locals.
He couldn't believe this. Of all the things that the man could have done, he'd gotten tangled up in a family dispute. Someone clearly needed to read better, because there were some pretty clear lines that stated that a person didn't do that in this area. Now, the man needed him to come to the rescue, and that alone, while normally an amusing idea, was currently making him want to groan.
Having carefully picked his way around the arguing parties, he discovered that their method of getting Zack out of their way, by communal census, had been to push him into a pit and lock a lid over it. In which they'd left the man when they'd returned to their homes an hour before.
How they'd managed to get the man down there in the first place, he didn't want to know, but currently he was having to deal with the interesting problem of getting the stupid thing unlocked. Crouched on the ground, alert to the idea of being snuck up on, he fiddled with the lock, noting with some worry that Zack hadn't started to talk after he'd gotten there.
It wasn't a good sign.
The click, when the lock finally disengaged, was really far louder than he expected it to be, making him twitch as his gaze darted around the area. Seeing nothing, he turned his attention back downwards, levering up the solid metal grate with care even though it made a louder whine of noise than he really wanted to think about.
Ignoring the way he felt like he had a target painted on his back, he leaned over the pit and raised his voice just a little. "Zack, you okay?"
There was a rustle of cloth, then a groan. "M'alive. Move some so I can get out of here."
Hesitating at the strained quality of the man's voice, he eased to the side to give him the requested space, guessing correctly that the man was planning on jumping up. He had to grab him to keep him from falling back in. "What happened?"
"They slammed the grate on me when I tried to jump back out earlier." He grimaced, giving him a lopsided grin, and leaned heavily into his side. "So my head kinda hurts."
"Zack… Only you could only manage to get captured by villagers like that. What did you do?" He eased them both up to their feet, starting back towards their room with careful steps until Zack started walking quasi-normally again.
"Ah… just offered an alternative to the fighting, nothing too major."
"Just like you knew you weren't supposed to."
"Yeah, just like that. But it's not so bad. We're gonna have to leave in the morning, that's all."
"Not even in the morning, I'm pretty sure they plan to feed you. I already talked to some of the other troops, we're all packed up."
"Does that mean you're not going to take the time to kiss me all better?"
"…Later. I'll do it later. After you've thought about what you did wrong."
"Promise?"
"Okay, promise, but you just be glad I like you."
"Love you too, Spike."
The blond didn't say anything back to that, instead just hiding his blush as he settled the man to sit so he could pack up the rest of their stuff.
He could think about that later too.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 562
Summary: Zack decided to help out the locals.
He couldn't believe this. Of all the things that the man could have done, he'd gotten tangled up in a family dispute. Someone clearly needed to read better, because there were some pretty clear lines that stated that a person didn't do that in this area. Now, the man needed him to come to the rescue, and that alone, while normally an amusing idea, was currently making him want to groan.
Having carefully picked his way around the arguing parties, he discovered that their method of getting Zack out of their way, by communal census, had been to push him into a pit and lock a lid over it. In which they'd left the man when they'd returned to their homes an hour before.
How they'd managed to get the man down there in the first place, he didn't want to know, but currently he was having to deal with the interesting problem of getting the stupid thing unlocked. Crouched on the ground, alert to the idea of being snuck up on, he fiddled with the lock, noting with some worry that Zack hadn't started to talk after he'd gotten there.
It wasn't a good sign.
The click, when the lock finally disengaged, was really far louder than he expected it to be, making him twitch as his gaze darted around the area. Seeing nothing, he turned his attention back downwards, levering up the solid metal grate with care even though it made a louder whine of noise than he really wanted to think about.
Ignoring the way he felt like he had a target painted on his back, he leaned over the pit and raised his voice just a little. "Zack, you okay?"
There was a rustle of cloth, then a groan. "M'alive. Move some so I can get out of here."
Hesitating at the strained quality of the man's voice, he eased to the side to give him the requested space, guessing correctly that the man was planning on jumping up. He had to grab him to keep him from falling back in. "What happened?"
"They slammed the grate on me when I tried to jump back out earlier." He grimaced, giving him a lopsided grin, and leaned heavily into his side. "So my head kinda hurts."
"Zack… Only you could only manage to get captured by villagers like that. What did you do?" He eased them both up to their feet, starting back towards their room with careful steps until Zack started walking quasi-normally again.
"Ah… just offered an alternative to the fighting, nothing too major."
"Just like you knew you weren't supposed to."
"Yeah, just like that. But it's not so bad. We're gonna have to leave in the morning, that's all."
"Not even in the morning, I'm pretty sure they plan to feed you. I already talked to some of the other troops, we're all packed up."
"Does that mean you're not going to take the time to kiss me all better?"
"…Later. I'll do it later. After you've thought about what you did wrong."
"Promise?"
"Okay, promise, but you just be glad I like you."
"Love you too, Spike."
The blond didn't say anything back to that, instead just hiding his blush as he settled the man to sit so he could pack up the rest of their stuff.
He could think about that later too.