Gravitation [Midgar, Open] Jun 25, 2010 18:51:16 GMT -5
Post by kalypso on Jun 25, 2010 18:51:16 GMT -5
It was natural that he’d gravitate here, back to this cliff that looked over Midgar.
It seemed like a hundred years ago, he had stood on this very same spot. He could remember the buzzing of SOLDIER helicopters up ahead, that crazed clash of metal against metal, the Buster Sword feeling as light as a feather in his hands then as he swung it through the bodies of his former comrades. People he had worked with, people he had trained… And it had all come to that. And how ironic that he be brought back here, as if destiny had a sense of humor. Zack laughed at it all, stretching his hands up and over his head, turning his back on the dreary landscape, focusing those blue-green eyes on something a lot more interesting.
“So, how was your vacation? Mine was… peaceful.”
The Buster Sword said nothing, but merely stood there, standing erect and upright, like a rookie SOLDIER being quizzed on the proper protocol for a mission. It was almost like a tombstone, marking the very spot where he had looked up at the sky and asked if he had been a hero. Where he had seen feathers dance up ahead, and knew the Lifestream was waiting for him. Fair almost didn’t want to disturb it, but was there any need for a tombstone if he wasn’t dead anymore? Zack took the sword’s handle and pulled it out from the undisturbed earth, slinging it on his back, just like old times. It seemed like his passing in the Lifestream hadn’t made him soft at all. If anything, he was just as strong as he had been on that day… before the battle.
I bet Cloud left it here. He thought to himself, smiling, but wondering if he was really allowed to just… leave. To go back to living, after all that had happened? He hadn’t minded it too much, being dead - at least his spirit had been with Aerith’s then, at least he had peace. But living again… wouldn’t it be great to find that spiky-haired blonde and pick on him again? Wouldn’t it be great to see if he could find all the letters he had written for Aerith and find out whatever had happened to them?
It felt a little weird, to have the Buster Sword back with him again. In a way, the sword grounded him, as if to bind him back to this world; no longer was he part of the Lifestream. Even though a part of him wondered why, the other part was glad to, ecstatic even, to be living. Even though he felt as if he had tied up all the loose ends when he had died, wouldn’t it just be great, to see the looks on their faces? To see everybody again, sneak up on them, and ask, “Did you miss me?”
Well, did they miss him? Of course they did! Who wouldn’t?