Zero Lives Remaining
Summary: Sometimes the Lifestream makes mistakes. Sometimes a wish goes horribly wrong. Sometimes it’s too late. The mind is too far gone, and only one thought remains: Protect Him.
Zack should have died protecting Cloud.
Inspired by this art by @linkita-chan-20053
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Warning: Spoilers for the ending of Crisis Core. It’s painful. Skip to the set of * * * for the beginning of the art.
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The army. Or the Turks. Both were bound to intercept them: the rogue experiments, the boys that killed Sephiroth, the former First Class and cadet announced Killed In Action during the Nibelheim incident.
Fugitives. That’s all they were now, and Shinra spared no expense trying to take them down.
Zack Fair protected his comrade against every attack thrown at them, every missile, every bullet, every blade, every scrap of magic. He kept them away from Cloud with every fiber of his being. Wounds were nothing, blood loss little more than an inconvenience. He defeated dozens of them at a time before. Maybe a hundred. Maybe a thousand.
Not with helicopters. Not the entire army.
There were only a few left, but only a few were required.
He barely felt the bullets enter his chest. He barely felt the final yell leave his throat.
But he did feel his body crash into the ground. He did feel that final shot to the head, confirming his defeat. Sealing his death. It was over. He threw everything he had into this battle, this never ending string of enemies. It hurt. It hurt so much. But… he only cared about one thing: was Cloud okay?
Did they go after him too?
Did they find him, or assumed they split up?
He couldn’t move, his eyes trapped on the raining sky above them.
Where’s Cloud?
Where’s Cloud?
Cloud…?
Cloud!
CLOUD!
His silent calls drowned under his shallow breath, lost to the holes in his ribs and lungs. He begged to anything that could hear him, any being, any god, any monster, he didn’t care. He begged for just a bit more time, just enough to see Cloud. Just enough to protect him.
A white feather brushed through the sky, and his sight was quickly captured by the mako green streaks of the Lifestream. He felt a little lighter. But just a little.
A little more important than the sword in his hand.
A little safe, but he couldn’t let his guard down.
More men in Shinra uniforms stood ahead of him. No helmets this time, but that didn’t matter. They would kill Cloud. They always planned their next attack while he was stuck trying to approach. He needed to get them first.
First.
He must protect Cloud.
* * *
“Come on, Angeal!” the Second Class called as he ran ahead in the Midgar planes, almost jittering with his puppy-like energy.
“There's no need to rush, Zack,” his mentor called back. “We're right behind you.” However, if Angeal was honest with himself, he would probably feel the exact same way if so many of superiors were watching him as well, analyzing every mistake and each technique to improve.
It had been a while since anyone made it under a First Class’ wing. Both the other Firsts did not want an apprentice, but they were still curious what the child was truly capable of. The planes always made homes for monster populations to rise every few years. Not the strongest creatures, but even the easiest battles could show skills with a trained eye. And none of the SOLDIERS had the training room scheduled for today, so they had to make due.
They spent a few hours out in the wilderness before the group decided to end the session. Well, the three Firsts decided they’d seen enough. The single Second tried but failed to convince them to stay longer. Especially since their ride wasn’t scheduled to arrive for at least a few hours.
The redhead with them sighed at the boy’s energy. “It’s not like we’re in any rush.”
The silver haired one hummed in agreement. “Indeed. The meeting spot isn’t going anywhere.”
The Crimson Soldier chuckled while the Silver Soldier only smirked softly.
Zack was practically vibrating when they all finally arrived at the point. His eyes were wide and a bit unsure, but gods he was excited.
Angeal gave a soft exhale before looking at him. “You can ask.”
“Sir Sephiroth, Sir Genesis, How did I do?!” Zack nearly shouted, craving the answer from the war hero first. That sounded so weird coming out of his mouth. This was their first mission together. He was far too curious, but Angeal threatened to hit him if he did not address the Firsts properly before the mission even began.
“Cut it with the 'sir',” Sephiroth spoke first, and Zack immediately closed his mouth and sealed it with a hand over his lips, fighting the urge to glare at his mentor.
“You'll want to wait for my official report, fair warning,” Genesis countered.
“But we have so much time!”
“And we don't need to talk for every moment of said time.”
Zack was a bit frustrated at being brushed off, but the unreadable look from Sephiroth made him silent. Even if Sephiroth did not mean to intimidate him, he failed miserably.
They suddenly all perked up, a question in their minds as they all instinctively turned toward the noise.
Drip. Drip.
Drip.
Their hearts dropped immediately.
It came from a man, blood dripping from his chest and arms. Dozens of bullet wounds polluted his body, his clothes stained, his armor cracking, his black hair mixed with liquid, and each black spike was coated with a dry sheet of crimson. He breathed in audible pants, pulling himself forward with the massive sword in his hands. His face was unrecognizable, practically shielded in his own blood, only allowing a cross-shaped scar and his deadly mako-green pupils to shine through.
“Well well. It seems we have an unexpected guest…” Genesis joked softly, but the caution in his eyes matched the level of the other SOLDIERs.
“Who are you?” Sephiroth demanded, forcing strength to his voice. No one who walked up to them with bullet wounds could be anything less than a real threat.
“I have…” The stranger pushed forward with barely functioning limbs, his sword scraping against the ground as it was pulled to the ready. “To protect… Him…”
Angeal’s eyes widened. That voice. He knew that exhaustion. He knew those pants. He knew he was the only one who would recognize them by their struggle, too many days and too many missions spent with it in his ears. His eyes quickly saw through the mask of blood and injuries. The unkempt black hair. The very slim ring of blue that breached the very edge of their eyes. The features formed the truth with terrifying similarity.
“Hm? You know him, Angeal?” Zack asked from behind him, his more blue eyes staring at him with curiosity.
The man attacked before the mentor could answer, but his barely healed strength did nothing for his speed. Each one of them dodged with a simple step out of the path. Even the Second Class had no trouble at all. “I have to… I must…” Each slash ripped through the air, never connecting with a single target.
“Angeal, isn’t that your sword…?” Sephiroth asked lowly. Something in him told him not to attack, that this man wasn’t truly a threat, that there was more than met the eye from that blade. He didn’t know why. Attacking an enemy this weak and broken seemed…wrong. Perhaps he was spending too much time with Angeal.
Instead of answering, Angeal brandished the Buster Sword for the first time in Zack’s memory. Right before this doppelganger attacked Zack, he deflected the attack, hoping that somehow this man would snap back to reality if he recognized the blade.
It didn’t.
The man’s energy and power surged at the single defense, the single challenge. “I… will… protect him!”
Clang after clang of the twin blades clashing echoed beyond the plains. Each one louder. Each one stronger than the last. And stronger. And stronger.
Genesis stepped in, only when he saw Angeal unable to give up the defensive. It seemed like enough initially. But the determination in the man soared with every step forward, every slash, and every second the Firsts remained on his feet.
Sephiroth himself stepped in the moment Genesis took a slash to the shoulder. This man made himself a threat. Not enough to kill, but enough to be taken down. The Silver Soldier refused to assume any more weakness from the man. He used his surgical precision and razor thin cunning to knock the man to the ground.
Landing on his back, every ounce of wind was knocked out of his lungs. The man didn’t have the strength to restore his breath completely, struggling and gasping for full air and a true grip on his hilt.
“Cloud…” His raspy voice called to the air, hoping, praying, that it was enough. His mako-green, barely blue eyes dimmed under the light of the sun.
The Firsts crowded around the body, each on their knees to analyze the man’s condition.
“Zack, use a Cure, right now,” Angeal demanded at a glance before returning his eyes to the viscous wounds.
“Wh-what- why?”
“Just do it!”
The boy couldn’t ignore that tone, that command, and he found himself shuffling through their stash of materia to find the healing orb they needed. Once in his hand, he casted the most powerful healing spell he knew.
And it worked.
The wounds on his wrists began to heal, but that seemed to be all it could do. With each new cast, only a few more holes closed, sealing the leaking blood from the incredibly pale body. It took every ounce of energy between the apprentice and mentor until the last wound, the bullet in his head, finally filled with healing skin.
But the light never returned to his eyes. The man only let out the smallest of pained grunts between slow, shallow breaths.
Sephiroth called into HeadQuarters and explained the situation. A helicopter picked them up fifteen minutes later. The body was immediately taken to the science department, and the head director explained that the man was under the effects of extreme mako poisoning, and that the man probably did not know who or what he was fighting on the plains. Though truthful, the director did not disclose the whole truth.
The DNA of the apprentice and the man were identical in all but age. The director kept the body in a tank for preservation, under the guise of treating mako poisoning. However, he truly desired to unlock the secrets inside the man’s very existence.
Zack Fair. First Class SOLDIER by uniform and weapon. His will to protect gave him one last chance, but at a time that did not need him. Now he was nothing more than a body in a tank. Now he was even less than the contained creature that caused every shred of heartache to his friends. To his comrades. To everything he wanted to protect.
To Cloud.
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Thanks for reading!
Author’s Note: It’s finally HERE. And it only took… six months since I got the artist’s permission. Sorry for the wait, L-chan! This is my 100 followers special (on tumblr)! I asked people what they wanted to see next, and this and ‘angst’ won out. Special shout out to @winter-doggo . This would still be in my WIP folder if he didn't comment. Hope you all enjoyed it!
Please stay tuned! I have a big special coming up next week!
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Sephiroth adopting a cat? Friends reaction?
This is based of the AU where Sephiroth slowly becomes a “crazy” cat person.
“Chapter 1″
“Chapter 2″
At the age of 16, and feeling more lonely and isolated than usual, Sephiroth found a cat in the labs...and decided to keep her. This was a bad idea for many reasons (most of them being that this cat was experimented on in the labs) but Sephiroth felt an instant connection to said cat (for most of the same reasons that are the bad reasons). He named her Midna, because he liked it and it suited her. He swore she was highly intelligent and loved him. He was correct on both counts. Her eyes would always glow a little with mako, but she had since weaned herself off needing it anymore. Sephiroth denied taking her to any higher up.
Word got out that he did indeed have said cat when he had to go to Wutai and scrambled to find somewhere to put her (because he was not risking her on the battlefield). A lab tech who swore (she would later admit to even making a blood pact) to not experiment on Midna was allowed into his apartment to make sure she had food and water, clean her litter box and give her some stimulation (not that she needed much with how much stuff Seph had gotten and built for her) whenever Sephiroth was deployed. Midna tolerated her presence (mostly because she had a laser pointer).
Angeal met Midna next because he was giving a report to Sephiroth and Sephiroth was desperate to see his baby. Midna, as always was overjoyed to see Sephiroth. She was not as overjoyed to see a stranger. Angeal, however, was no stranger to cats. He had always been friendly to strays and knew how to introduce himself. He was tolerated, but Midna was not nearly as warm to Angeal as she is to Sephiroth.
Genesis met Midna next. He wasn’t...bad to be honest, but for some reason...he was not found...tolerable. Midna hates Genesis, but she knows better to show it in front of Sephiroth. He would be disappointed in her. So she seethes at him from across the room. Genesis can never touch her. Nor would he want to. He knows that cat hates him with a passion and would love nothing more than to sink her teeth into his flesh. He refuses to give her that chance.
Midna is accepted into every day life with Sephiroth. She really did wonders with getting him to interact with people. Angeal even let Sephiroth borrow his camera to take nice pictures of his kitty. Then the day came...Sephiroth came home with a kitten in his hands. He was terrified about what Midna might think...because she could be very jealous. Midna sniffed the kitten, a few moments then began to clean her. Much like she adopted Sephiroth she knew this kitten needed a home and Sephiroth’s heart was so big. He could love them both. Angeal thought it was adorable. Genesis was horrified there were now two of those demons. All was well.
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Just a disclaimer, you do not need these supplies to make art. You can use what ever you want and don’t need what I use. Also I have been collecting art supplies for years so I’m not sure how much this all has cost me over time and some of these are gifts.
These are my
Art Supplies
With that being said these are some of the tools I use to do my traditional art and in the last slide my computer
First image- Art Supplies
Brushes:
•KMM Brushes from Target
•Transon Art &BrushCo. Brushes from Amazon
•Random angle brush my friend gave me
•Brush cleaner
Paints:
•Royal Talons Ecoline liquid watercolor, •Pink390, Burgundy422
•MIYA/ Himi Jelly Gouache 18colours
•Caran d’Ache 8 color pan set
•M.Graham &Co. 5colours + 59mL titanium white large tube (I don’t use the black in the set)
•Winsor & Newton dried tube watercolor in a random plastic pallet (I didn’t add china white to the watercolor pallet cuz I don’t think it’s necessary to have a white cuz it makes it opaque and watercolor is transparent... it makes no SENCE)
Second Image- Stationaries
Plastic Clip
Paper Clips
Pens
•White Uní-ball Signo 1.0mm gel-pen
•Sakura Pigma Micron 05/0.45mm pen in Navy blue, Burgundy, Brown
•Pilot Precise V5 Extra Fine pen in Blue and black
•Pilot Frixion ball pen (erasable) 07 Black, Blue, Red, Pink
•Random fancy all point pen I don’t remember where I got it from? Target? Maybe?
Pencils
•(Mechanical) Pentel Graphgear 500 0.3
•(Mechanical) Hello Kitty 0.5
•(Mechanical) Pentel Graphgear 800 0.7
•(Pencil)Ticonderoga HB2
•(Pencil) Sanford Col-erase 20044 Blue
•(Pencil) Prismacolor Col-erase 20053 TerraCotta
•(Lead) Paper Mate Color Lead 0.7mm in Orange, Pink, Purple
•(Lead) Pentel HB 0.5
•(Lead) Pacific Arc Hi-Polymer/ Resin 0.3
3 half erasers in dodge ya stages of life
Zebra Mildliner Brush Pen & Marker 10ct
Scott Tape
Third image- Paper
Papers I like using
Leuchtturm1917 red dotted notebook 80gsm
Canson Montvol 300 gsm
Strathmore Art Journal 400 series 300gsm
Moleskin Art Sketchbook 165gsm
Bee Paper Company 100% cotton watercolor paper 300gsm
Fourth Image- Digital
Computer/Tablet: Windows Surface Pro Gen 6 {added and didn’t come with +pen +key board}
Art Program: Pant Tool Sai V.2
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