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5 A confession.
"What is there left to say?" He asked, kneeling down to look into the eyes of the other. "I don’t know anymore. I think I’ve told you everything…"
"I can’t wait to train you," he murmured, thinking that was the last honest thing he had to say while shaking the other lightly on the shoulder. Zack had pretty much dumped every detail of his life on Denzel while he was poisoned. That boy probably knew everything there was to know about Zack Fair. Denzel had been sleeping so much lately, but if he was lucky Zack could get the boy to wake up. If he was luckier, he could make him talk to him. Only a few words before the kid was out of it again, but the improvement was going amazingly well. Zack was sure Denzel was about to pull completely out of it any day now.
"C’mon kid—you’ve spent six months sleepin’ already." Whapping him lightly on the shoulders, the ravenette squinted his eyes. "Get up~!" He demanded. The sweetness he’d been pushing on with for the last half-year was nearly up. Now that Zack knew things were getting better with Strife, he was less likely to show the sweet affections he had. Instead, he was hungry for real conversation. A fight, an arguement, everyday chit-chat.
Chocolate brows knit into the bridge of the contaminated brunette now gazing upon the sight of the broken glass that he had caused due to his own mind’s distraction. “Damn it!” He cursed silently under his breathing, frustration at his own inability wrapped up with the many issues plaguing his mind right now.
It were all just too much, too soon, far too much for the recently awakened Cadet to take in all at once. The walls were closing in, and he couldn’t help but feel suffocated with everything that had happened…
Cobalt visionaries soon turned their attention upon the mercenary now picking up the broken shards of glass which resided on the wooden floorboards of Zack’s home, sick to his stomach that the SOLDIER had to o to such lengths just because he were incapable of doing the simplistic of tasks—furthermore that Zack had managed to cut himself on the jagged shards.
"I’m sorry," he mumbled ashamed, "It’s my fault, that you have to do all this, If it weren’t for my impetuous behaviour, you wouldn’t be doing this now." An angered exhalation escaped the brunette’s lips with the furrowing of brows soon ensuing in pursuit. Denzel had taken note of the change in Zack’s accent though, despite being out-of-the-loop the past six months, he could definitely tell the difference from what were in his memories of how Zack talked in Edge. "H-Huh? Y-You like….them?" A subtle flush tainted the young man’s cheeks as soon as he heard the mercenary compliment his gleaming optics. Quick to dip his head and avert his eyes down at the sheets of the bed in reaction to the sullied embarrassment.
"Zack… you know, there were people who Shin-Ra experimented on with Mako and they became ageless because of it, that could be assumed with myself just as much now. People are stubborn to listen, they would rather throw stones first than listen to explanations. I should know…" Briefly the Cadet paused with a huff. "I used to be just like that once. I still don’t know if I can face Cloud or Tifa, yet… I’m afraid they will be angry or blame you for it happening. I don’t want that."
“But yeah,” he continued, batting the lashes to his own mako blues. “Aesthetically, mako does a person pretty damn good.” Removing his healed hand from his mouth, he tipped his head agreeably to one side. “I like the change.” He admitted with finality.
He’d forgotten that there were other situations with SOLDIERs like himself. Zack had never had time to wrap his head around mako experimentation. He’d written in his journals about it—but never before had he taken the time to consider what else mako could do. Taking a lock of dark hair between his fingers, the mercenary inspected it quizzically. “That explains why I haven’t grayed yet…” he murmured to himself, suddenly realizing the depth of what the other had said.
“But you don’t have to tell me that you used to be one of those people.” Lightly jabbing the other in the side, Zack sat on the edge of the beaten bed. “To be honest, you were pretty much an asshole right off the bat. I mean, I was too but—“ he shrugged as if to say ‘shit happens’.
“Cloud and Tifa love you!” Zack might not have communicated with either of those two for years, but he was quick to defend the pair. Even in the midst of their own family. Swallowing the fear bubbling into throat, the raven crossed arms over his chest.
“I’ll talk to Tifa,” he said, brows furrowing with determination. “And Cloud will understand. There is no possible way that he can’t! Everyone who loves you will understand.”