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[It happens in the middle of nowhere.
Just another nondescript hole Zack's found to curl them up into. Sometimes they're lucky enough to get a bed in the slums somewhere, the outskirts of some crappy little village or the deep, dank alleyways of a larger city. Most of the time they have a tent, if they're lucky, if Zack manages and money allows, and sometimes they're not lucky and they forfeit shelter for food, for potions for when Zack gets a wound that grit and gumption can't close.
Well- Zack does all of these things. They're a 'they' in bodycount only.
It's Zack dragging himself and Cloud across the countryside, it's Zack finding them shelter, finding them food, tearing into monsters to scrape together enough gil to keep them alive. It's Zack looking after the few wounds Cloud acquires during their journey, it's Zack who talks to him, who feeds him, who carries him on his god damn back for days and days and days on end. Weeks. Months.
Cloud isn't often awake, but sometimes he is. Things are hazy like a dream, sloppy like slumber, slips and strips of memory, of experiences that barely thread together to make something patchwork. And that's how it is when it happens too, because it was only a couple times, fighting to break the surface of a pool of tar. He emerges not with a gasp but an awareness, only for a few moments before he's pulled under. Each time Zack was gone, or asleep, clutching Cloud to his chest for protection but too exhausted to hear his breathless whispers of Zack, Zack as Cloud tries desperately to rouse him, if only to reassure him of I'm here, I hear you, I see you, you're not alone until the mako curls around and into him and pulls him back under.
And then, that middle of nowhere.
Cloud wakes to the sun on his face; weak morning sun, wobbly, not yet hot. They'd slept outside. Zack is already awake, humming to himself, murmuring something, fiddling with a fire. He's going to make a hot breakfast for them. A luxury.
Cloud waits those few minutes, tense and unnerved, waiting for the coils of mako to pull him back under. His limbs still feel weak but something is...different this time. Things feel sharper. He can hear things more than Zack this time, more than the beat of his heart and the hush of his breath; he can hear the crackle of the fire, the chirp of far off birdsong. Cloud can feel the humidity clinging to his skin, sticking his clothes to his chest and back. He can smell the outdoors around them.
He is present. At last, he is.
Zack's turning around towards him, probably to collect him and bring him closer to the fire, to feed him again and once Zack reaches for him, once Cloud is sure he'll see he reaches, just barely, and closes a hand around Zack's wrist.] Zack.
Just another nondescript hole Zack's found to curl them up into. Sometimes they're lucky enough to get a bed in the slums somewhere, the outskirts of some crappy little village or the deep, dank alleyways of a larger city. Most of the time they have a tent, if they're lucky, if Zack manages and money allows, and sometimes they're not lucky and they forfeit shelter for food, for potions for when Zack gets a wound that grit and gumption can't close.
Well- Zack does all of these things. They're a 'they' in bodycount only.
It's Zack dragging himself and Cloud across the countryside, it's Zack finding them shelter, finding them food, tearing into monsters to scrape together enough gil to keep them alive. It's Zack looking after the few wounds Cloud acquires during their journey, it's Zack who talks to him, who feeds him, who carries him on his god damn back for days and days and days on end. Weeks. Months.
Cloud isn't often awake, but sometimes he is. Things are hazy like a dream, sloppy like slumber, slips and strips of memory, of experiences that barely thread together to make something patchwork. And that's how it is when it happens too, because it was only a couple times, fighting to break the surface of a pool of tar. He emerges not with a gasp but an awareness, only for a few moments before he's pulled under. Each time Zack was gone, or asleep, clutching Cloud to his chest for protection but too exhausted to hear his breathless whispers of Zack, Zack as Cloud tries desperately to rouse him, if only to reassure him of I'm here, I hear you, I see you, you're not alone until the mako curls around and into him and pulls him back under.
And then, that middle of nowhere.
Cloud wakes to the sun on his face; weak morning sun, wobbly, not yet hot. They'd slept outside. Zack is already awake, humming to himself, murmuring something, fiddling with a fire. He's going to make a hot breakfast for them. A luxury.
Cloud waits those few minutes, tense and unnerved, waiting for the coils of mako to pull him back under. His limbs still feel weak but something is...different this time. Things feel sharper. He can hear things more than Zack this time, more than the beat of his heart and the hush of his breath; he can hear the crackle of the fire, the chirp of far off birdsong. Cloud can feel the humidity clinging to his skin, sticking his clothes to his chest and back. He can smell the outdoors around them.
He is present. At last, he is.
Zack's turning around towards him, probably to collect him and bring him closer to the fire, to feed him again and once Zack reaches for him, once Cloud is sure he'll see he reaches, just barely, and closes a hand around Zack's wrist.] Zack.
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Date: 2020-02-12 06:42 am (UTC)Zack does his best to mask his expression, tightening his boots and adjusting his gloves. Hopefully it'll be enough to just avoid skin-to-skin contact, but you really never know with those asshole frogs.]
Sure, why don't you try that?
[He would really like to watch you try that.]
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Date: 2020-02-13 06:27 am (UTC)God damn frogs-! [Cloud whisper-screams when he's bitchslapped back to human form just after being a frog for the third time. Getting the bastards to turn him into a frog isn't the issue, but staying that way is a feat when the stupid little things call their buddies over and smack him around repeatedly.
And despite the abject danger they are undoubtedly in, Zack doubling over in a effort to stifle his guffaws at Cloud's irritation just makes his face burn. How hard could it be, really. He just had to ask.]
Get that smug look off your face, Fair, help me catch one of these little shits!
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Date: 2020-02-14 03:13 am (UTC)Nah, nah, you're doing great...! Oh man. [He's crying a little. It hurts, laughing this much.] You almost had it that time.
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Date: 2020-04-05 11:13 pm (UTC)He hopes over to the tree Zack is in, croaks his froggy fury up at Zack, kicks the bark with a little webbed foot before turning and hopping angrily into the brush towards Gongaga like he's gonna go take care of this his own goddamn self, thank you]
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Date: 2020-04-18 08:16 am (UTC)....
Shit look at him go-]
Ah- Cloud, hang on...!
[Zack jumps out of the tree, scrambling after him. He'd been having such a laugh riot watching Cloud experience the frogs for the first time he forgot what they were trying to do.]
I'm still a person over here, dammit! At least smack me first before we go in!
[It's been so long he actually doesn't recall if it works like that, but it's worth a shot if Cloud's this impatient.]
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Date: 2020-04-19 03:15 am (UTC)Zack predictably has a lot better luck, froggified in a fraction of the time and putting down his opponent at the same time. Whether by magic or divine providence, they can understand each other's croaks as speech so they don't at least have to resort to cobbled together sign language to coordinate.
The monsters leave them well enough alone up to the edge of the village, where there is, predictably, a red-haired Turk camping one of the dirt paths marked by a dingy sign as the south entrance to Gongaga. Cloud glowers at the Turk; he's never seen her before but lately he's finding reason to hate everything Shinra so it doesn't take much to get on his bad side. This is one of the people who have been chasing Zack for almost a year while he's been trying desperately to keep them alive. Assholes.
Cloud croaks in displeasure but turns to Zack anyway, jerking his head toward the Turk.] Think we could just hop past and she wouldn't know the difference?
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Date: 2020-04-24 07:29 am (UTC)[Wow, that. That was stunning tactical advice. Zack lifts a webbed h...and? to his mouth and clears his froggy throat.]
I think the tiny Buster on your back might give us away, but we could try it out. I think we should circle around and get into the shop instead, though- grab ourselves a couple of Maiden's Kisses. We won't be able to carry a full-sized sword out like this.
[Gongaga thankfully has always had enough of a Touch Me problem that the town has a perpetual supply of cures on hand, or at least that had been the case when he was a kid. Considering his time away hadn't decreased the number of frogs in the area, he seriously doubts the kiss situation would have changed. He'd also opted to let Cloud hang on to the Buster while they head in since he has more unarmed training, but it feels weird as ever to not have it; they'd better have a decent blade in town, as he's eager to get it back ASAP.]
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Date: 2020-04-26 11:39 pm (UTC)But honestly Cloud is so ready for a fight. All he's done is get into scuffles with monsters, Zack watching over him to make sure he can handle himself, but he'd put the things down easily enough. If he's going to be useful, he needs to test himself against opponents who are actually worth their salt.]
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Date: 2020-04-28 06:59 am (UTC)[Cue a froggy arm going up around froggy shoulders. Cloud. Hey, hey Cloud. Lean in.]
Two of us, with one sword? Turks would ruin our day. Lotta guns in those ranks. These guns can't-
[He tries to flex, and- goddammit, frogs have no biceps. Joke ruined.]
-What I'm saying is, once we've got two swords, I'll feel a lot better about getting out than getting in.
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:26 am (UTC)Of course. Rbbt. We just needed more sword. Lesson one of SOLDIER class: get a sword, and then get another, bigger one.
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Date: 2020-04-29 04:39 am (UTC)Now you're talkin' my language. [That language is frog + violence.] So there we go. Goal one, steal those sweet kisses. Goal two, steal some steel. Goal three, liberate Gongaga from the Turks by liberating Turks from their heads.
[Or they could just beat them senseless, but if they want to win this, they can't be too gentle about it. And he wants to go home.]
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Date: 2020-04-29 09:58 pm (UTC)As Zack suspected, a couple of frogs hopping around the backside of town are given a wide berth. A couple people spot the one with the sword on its back and shake their heads; a couple of dumb mercs who got frogged, obviously. Nobody ever listens.
After finding a couple of loose slats in the siding that helps them squirm into the storage room of the item shop, pocket a few maiden's kisses, and wiggle back out, Cloud and Zack find an overgrown alley dripping in vines and ferns that shield's them pretty clearly from view to divvy up the goods and go over their plan.]
We should make sure everybody knows to stay indoors, [Cloud insists, poking his green snout around a large elephant ear leaf as another foot patrol stomps down the main pathway in town...pretty much the only pathway, actually. Gongaga really is in the boondocks.] And you gotta go check on your parents. Let me keep using the Buster for now; if I go out there swinging it around, the Turks will think something happened to you and I just took it off you or somethin'. They probably know good as the rest of us that you wouldn't let this thing go for anything.
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Date: 2020-05-05 02:37 am (UTC)I don't know if that's such a good plan. I mean- most of it, yeah. But my parents? They know who we are, so the house is gonna be crawling with Turks. If I show up, even if you've got a distraction going, my folks could get caught in the crossfire.
[No point in being grim about it. Even if he can't see them, at least he knows they're still alive- he can see the smoke coming from the chimney, and the telltale signs of familiar decor on the property, even at this distance.
He crosses his arms thoughtfully, opting for a more lighthearted route.]
...Plus, you don't know what my mom's hugs are like. Even a SOLDIER couldn't escape that hold. I'd never get out to back you up!
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Date: 2020-05-07 02:50 am (UTC)What if something happens? What if this is his only chance? What if this is the one good thing Zack gets to have, to keep him going? Zack deserves that comfort, gods damn it.]
Ribbt... [Cloud folds his froggy arms and crouches on his haunches, big frog mouth making his thinking scowl look even more severe. -wait a minute.] D'you think you could convince your parents it's you even if you don't change back? If you go see them like this? [They're Gongagan, after all.]
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Date: 2020-05-12 04:57 am (UTC)Oh, shit. Spike you are a genius! Hell yeah we can do that- we can sneak in and out, I can let them know I'm alive, and then once we're somewhere safe I can write them a letter or something to give 'em more details.
[Well, some details. He's not going to share the gruesome story of Nibelheim or their time in the labs, that's for sure. Either way, he's... actually letting himself get a bit excited, now. He might actually see his parents again, after so long! He'd practically given up on that happening for several more years, depending on how long they ended up on the run.]
It's perfect! We just need to make sure that when they see us, we're between them and where Dad stores the shotgun.
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Date: 2020-05-12 05:25 am (UTC)oh no new beautiful icons i can't handle it...!
Date: 2020-05-12 07:24 am (UTC)[At least let her give you dinner.]
I stole all of them
Date: 2020-05-12 01:32 pm (UTC)GOOD
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Date: 2020-05-13 06:35 am (UTC)1) must appear cool to outside parties at all times
2) must also be accepted and adored immediately within every social circle
3) must ALSO make good impression on best friend's/savior's/????'s parents
4) belong in family?? BELONG???? in ZACK'S family??? ?? (sub goal: figure out what that means and how he is supposed to feel about it)
Eventually Cloud reaches critical mass and croaks, probably way too loudly given the alarmed looks a local is giving the thicket they're hiding in,] OKAY. I guess I don't- You're obviously not gonna without- Let's just go. Get going, let's go.
u let me know if u don't want to skip shit
Date: 2020-05-15 02:02 am (UTC)All things considered, it... actually goes pretty well, when they get there. It's guarded by Turks from the outside of course, but inside is the same as ever, so they're able to sneak through a cracked window in the back. Zack's mother shrieks at them on sight, first as a demand for a carving knife, then in shocked delight as she recognizes him even in the monster form, because of course she did. He spent half his life here as a frog. (They have to hide in a closet for a while when a Turk bursts in at the noise, but when the whole house is examined top to bottom and no SOLDIERs are found, the Shinra goons retreat outside once more.) There's admittedly not much conversation, between Zack's parents quietly expressing concern and relief and Zack cheerfully croaking back, trying to (poorly) mime out some sort of explanation for his whereabouts before giving up and smacking a flipper against a piece of paper. He'll write to them later, it's fine!
He also tries (and equally fails) to introduce Cloud to them, dragging him to the forefront, and considering he's the one wearing the sword, Zack's mother tearfully thanks him for saving her baby from whatever horrible circumstance he's been trapped in. Zack offers up a froggy grin and no corrections; in his mind, it's accurate.
It's a short visit to lower the risk to his folks, and it ends with a promise from Zack to at least write this time, as well as a little bundle of fresh cookies tethered around Zack's neck and (if allowed) a warm hug for each of them. Then it's back out the window and a short hop into the bushes to wait for an opportunity to cross the path to the weapon shop.
Zack is unusually quiet as they settle in, bouncing a little on his feet.]
Hey, uh... thanks for pushing it. It was... really good to see them.
no this is perfect, you're a perfect human
Date: 2020-05-15 04:01 am (UTC)Maybe. Maybe that's what it was before.]
Don't mention it, [Cloud murmurs, looking back over at the path and waiting for a street vendor loading up crates into a chocobo-pulled cart to finish so they can make it to the shop without any issues. The whole thing had been uncomfortable, painful and stinging in a way that Cloud will never admit to Zack if only to fend off the guilt he'd inevitably feel. Cloud and his mother were never close, but given the chance to see her again...]
You look a lot like your mom. The hair. [Cloud gestures to his own wide, green face.] Your jaw and your nose. You take after her.
/doki doki
Date: 2020-05-18 11:33 pm (UTC)Maybe he should apologize.]
Cloud. Are you saying my mom looks like a frog?
[Maybe later- when he can see him face to (actual) face.]
💓💓
Date: 2020-05-19 04:35 pm (UTC)The chocobo driver clicks his tongue and starts to lead the cart away, so Cloud hops forward and over to the floor grate they'll be using to sneak into the general store. Boys need kisses]
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Date: 2020-05-20 05:17 am (UTC)[Despite his complaining, he absolutely thrilled. A joke! With confidence! As if Cloud wasn't hot enough already... it's almost unfair.
He wriggles through the grate alongside Cloud, helping to twist and rotate the miniaturized Buster Sword so it fits and the two can hop their way through the simple duct path and into the heart of the shop. There's a bit of a wait in frustrated silence as the shopkeeper does his rounds and waits sleepily for customers, until finally it comes up to a break time (or he's pretended to work long enough) and he wanders outside for a smoke. A long series of moments after the door closes and locks behind him... Zack straight-up kicks the inside grate off and hops down.]
Okay! We should have a few minutes. One Kiss each, and if you find any potions, take one of those too, yeah? Might need it in an emergency. [A beat, and then-] Just one, though.
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