drabbles 11-30
Memory
“Hey Sephiroth,” I could practically feel him cringe, already knowing where our conversation would be heading, “What happens when we die?”
His mako eyes stared down at me incredulously and the pressure of his stare almost made me want to tell him to forget I ever asked, almost, “We join the life stream.”
Sitting up from my lying down position, I glared at him, “I know that, I’m not stupid. I mean… will we be forgotten?”
“Of course not, we’ll just be a memory of the past to those who knew us.”
A scowl graced my scarred face, “But, I don’t want to be a memory…”
Insanity
Angeal, Genesis, Sephiroth and I have an odd sort of relationship.
We very rarely get along with each other and sometimes we tend to be at each other’s throats.
We can’t stand to be in the same room with each other at times and then other nights we’re watching the sun set talking and laughing as if we were the best of friends.
We’re teammates.
We’re rivals.
We’re friends.
And lately, I feel as though Genesis and Sephiroth have been distancing themselves from Angeal and me.
Like insanity has grabbed hold of them and has no plans of letting go and whenever I try to reach out for them, they seem light-years away.
Misfortune
I like to think that it was just bad luck that brought us together, not fate.
Perhaps if we didn’t meet each other, he’d still be alive.
Perhaps if we didn’t meet each other, I’d be different.
It was nothing but a misfortunate encounter of two people never destined to happen upon one another.
Smile
When was it… that you stopped smiling?
It’s amazing how much someone can change in five years.
“Zack,” I called out and as he turned around, I expected to be greeted with a mind-blowing smiling but instead his face was somber, like he hadn’t smiled in years, “Where are you heading off to?”
“I have a mission.”
“Ah? Solo?” He nodded and I smiled slightly, “Finally making it to the big leagues, huh kid?” The corner of his mouth twitched up into a microscopic smile and I felt my stomach sink, “Good luck on your mission.” I ruffled his spiky hair as I walked by, ignoring the twists and turns of my stomach, not knowing how much I’d be missing that smile of his in the future.
Silence
We sat together in complete silence, nothing but the gravel crunching beneath the moving tires of the van and the light purr of the engine was heard, and even Reno and Rude who sat in the front of the van didn’t utter a word.
He sat with his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands, obviously an attempt to avoid any sort of eye contact.
My head slumped against the wall as I stared at the ceiling of the van, every so often my body bob with the van as we went over a bump or hit a pothole.
The hum of the van was soon distinguished as Reno cut the engine, both him and Rude climbing out of the beat up vehicle, giving us the indicator that we had arrived at our destination.
My eyes met the color of the clear blue sky and almost instantaneously the boy’s face scrunched up in pain and he choked back a sob, breaking the silence.
“It’s okay Cloud.”
Questioning
“Hey Ana…”
For some reason, I didn’t like that tone.
“Yes?”
“What would you do if I took Mania without your permission and crashed it?”
My foot smashed against the brake of the old pick-up truck we were driving in and my head spun towards him, eyes wide with anger, “You what?”
Blood
So much…
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I approached the scene.
There was so much….
I kneeled down next to the sobbing blonde haired boy who sat next to the body of my fallen friend, “Zack…”
My throat tightened and tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall like the rain that pounded against us.
There was so much blood.
Rainbow
I remember when we were younger; I would always ask silly little questions that most never bothered to ask.
“Hey Angeal, what’s your favorite color?” The blue-eyed boy looked at me, sweat forming on his forehead as he stopped his intense training to answer my question.
“I like every color.”
“Even pink?” I asked with a look of distaste.
He smiled slightly, “Even pink.”
“You’re such a girl.
I stood at the outskirts of Midgar, my trusty bike, Mania, by my side, loaded with two duffle bags that carried my entire life. I took it all in, every building, every street, every car, every person...
This would be the last time I laid sights on Midgar and I wanted to memorize it all.
Almost as if on cue, just as I went to turn around, about to leave the city behind me forever, a rainbow erupted from behind the storm clouds.
“I don’t see any pink Angeal.” I muttered as I hopped on my bike and began to drive away and I swear I could hear laughter booming through the sky.
Gray
Lately, it seems as though my whole world has lost all of its color.
There are no blue eyes filled with curiosity following my every movement.
There are no yellow flowers that instantly brighten my day with just one glance.
There are no pink dresses that fill my vision as I walk into the dingy old church.
There are no flaming red heads who invade my personal space on a daily basis.
Just gray cloudy skies dripping with tears.
Fortitude
I remember the pain of the endless hours of training.
I remember the pain of each and every slash on my body.
I remember the pain of being taken away from my parents.
I remember the pain of the needles as they pierced my skin.
I remember the pain of being a guinea pig for those men.
But this… this is the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt and I don’t think the lingering pieces of my heart can take much more.
Vacation
“And just where are you going?”
I cringed at the all too familiar voice, “Vacation…”
“For how long?” He asked, eyeing the two duffle bags that held every possession I owned besides my sword which was strapped to my back and my bike which was waiting down in the parking lot.
“… a few days.”
Genesis put on a fake smile, “Have fun.” He said with little enthusiasm.
Mother Nature
I glared at the map as I turned it every which way; trying to figure out the correct path I needed to take.
It was only a few months ago I got a call from the Turks, asking me for my help with “a situation”, too bad for them I can’t seem to find my way back due to my awful sense of direction.
And just to put that lovely cherry on top of my sundae, it has just started to rain.
“Son of a bitch.” I quickly tried to hide the map from the down pour but to no avail, once I had found cover under a tree I noticed the map was now a smudged mess of ink, impossible to read.
Just so you know, it’s official, Mother Nature hates me.
Cat
A strange feeling made its way down my spine as I walked through the alleyways of Midgar and I paused mid-step before continuing on my way, noting a soft padding sound following after me.
I was being followed.
I stopped walking, hearing them stop too and when I continued on my way they soon followed.
I swiftly turned around, meeting the blank stare of the dirty brick wall.
“Meow.”
My eyes shifted downward to a small black cat with brilliant blue eyes which were staring directly at me.
I raised an eyebrow, having a stare down with the cat for a few moments before turning on my heel, continuing through the alley with the cat hot on my heels.
No Time
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I looked over at the Chinese man impatiently as he flipped through a folder with one hand and held the phone to his ear with the other.
My foot tapped to the ticking of the clock, eyebrows furrowing as Tseng hung up the phone, shaking his head, “Still nothing?” I asked.
“We can’t seem to locate them.”
Growling, I stood up abruptly, “I’ll find them.”
“Can you find them before SOLDIER does?” He asked.
“Yes.”
The ticking stopped as a foreboding chime echoed through the room.
There was no time to waste.
Trouble Lurking
I ruffled my damp hair with the fluffy white towel, while one of my hands held the towel that was wrapped around my body to me tightly. The brisk air of my apartment gave me goose bumps as I walked from the steamy bathroom into the cool room.
Just as I was about to drop my towel to get dressed a soft chuckle caused me to freeze where I stood.
“Hello Anastasiya.”
Tears
The wind rustled at my shoulder length hair, blowing it every which way as I stared out to the setting sun.
“Ana…”
I turned towards the younger boy, his blue eyes burning into mine, “Yeah?”
“You’re crying…”
“Huh? What do you mean…” My fingertips rested on my wet cheek, “…I’m crying…”
The tears continued to flow and I didn’t even know why.
Foreign
I remember the looks they gave each other.
The secret glances they thought no one else could see.
The look in their eyes as they stared at one another.
It was foreign to me.
Sorrow
“So, he’s dead, huh?” Reno asked me as I climbed into the helicopter with the help of Rude.
“Yeah.” Sitting in between them, I hung my head low, my hair falling in my face as I stared at the floor of the helicopter.
I didn’t want anyone to see the sorrow in my eyes.
Happiness
I don’t think I can recall a time in my life where I was ever, truly happy.
Not like this, at least.
How we are now.
I know that it’ll never last.
This happiness I’m feeling will soon vanish.
Under the Rain
I remember the day we met.
The rain was pounding against the windows that sheltered us.
His eyes bared his soul and he was young and naïve.
I remember the day he died.
The rain was pounding against my skin with no relent.
His eyes were closed and blood smeared his cheeks.
I’ll never forget the sting of the rain against my skin.