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It's The Job	By : Aislashu Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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    Denzel came out of the bathroom dressed to the nines, the new black suit sharp and form-fitting. Denzel opted to keep his combat boots, but it looked good. Denzel was making little frustrated sounds in his throat, however, fumbling with the tie still undone around his neck. Reno chuckled and stepped forward, batting those hands away and deftly tying it, sliding the knot up snugly around the boy's neck.
   "Why don't you wear one?" Denzel asked curiously, looking up at Reno, cheeks tinged ever so slightly pink.
   "Hate the damn things, myself," Reno chuckled, hand slipping into Denzel's blazer to remove the dark black sunglasses, sliding them onto the kid's face. "You clean up pretty good."
   "Thanks. Where's my staff?"
   "Here," Reno held up a metallic cylinder about six inches long.
   "Very funny..."
   Reno flicked his wrist and the cylinder extended to a full size staff. He quite enjoyed the slack-jawed look that crossed Denzel's face, gawking at the weapon. Then Denzel let the childish part of him take over and raised his hands, fingers opening and closing with a grabby, 'Gimme!' motion that made Reno laugh. He flicked his wrist again, retracting the staff in on itself and handing it over.
   "This is AWESOME!" Denzel crowed happily, testing it and extending it, smacking himself in the shin. "OW!"
   "Man...you better not get us killed in your first fight with that think, yo. I'll be so pissed!"
   "I think Cloud might get you first, don't you?"
   "Shush," Reno huffed. "Not funny, yo. C'mon, I want to get to Edge before sundown and it's a good drive."
   Reno turned on his heel and left the Lodge, heading down to Denzel's parked motorcycle. Denzel climbed on and started her up while Reno took the Bitch seat, sliding his arms around Denzel's slim waist. The bike started with a throaty roar, and Reno pressed tighter against Denzel's back as the motorcycle rumbled between their legs.
   "This is the only time you'll get to see me as a Bitch," Reno purred into Denzel's ear, making the boy turn bright red, "yo."
   Payback for the cute comment...achieved. Denzel swallowed hard and said absolutely nothing, though he figured his head may just explode with the rush of blood to his cheeks. He twisted the handle of the bike to make its engine roar, kicking into gear and speeding off away from the Lodge. It was probably about 20 minutes later when the roar of other cycles was heard coming up from behind them.
   "What's that....?" Denzel called back.
   "The job," Reno smirked. "Keep driving!"
   Reno shifted on the motorcycle until his back was against Denzel's, facing backwards at the upcoming biker gang.
   "Reno?!"
   "Just a little roadside clean-up, kid!" Reno called back.
   Reno withdrew two pistols from behind, getting off two quick shots. Bastards hadn't been expecting a Turk, and he got the two foremost bikers right between the eyes. He watched them fall off their bikes and watched the bikes careen off the roadway, though Reno let out a small gasp when Denzel's bike wobbled.
   "What the fuck! Were those shots?!"
   "Fuck, yo! Keep steady!"
   Reno felt a bullet whiz by him and quickly got off two more shots, but the bikers were prepared this time, swerving out of the way. Reno focused both guns on one of the riders, sending a volley of shots. The rider swerved, and Reno fired again, making sure to fire ahead of the biker, watching the bullets rip through the front tire and sending him crashing to the pavement. Reno glanced up and saw a blue glow coalescing at one of the rider's hands.
   Reno withdrew his EM Rod and extended it, sliding his right hand along the length. The rod erupted in flames and he swung it out as the ice spell shot forward, neutralizing it with his own blast of fire in mid-air. Reno shifted carefully, moving to a crouch on the moving motorcycle.
   "Whatever happens, yo, keep fucking driving!"
   "What?! Reno..." Denzel glanced back in time to see Reno leap off the back of the bike. "The fuck!?"
   Reno felt time slow down around him, though he was moving at the same speed. He landed on the front of the closest rider's bike, crouched down and bringing up his EM Rod, which he'd retracted in mid-leap. He could register surprise in the slowed guy's eyes, and couldn't help smirking as he brought his rod up under the guy's chin.
   "Greetings from the Turks!" Reno shouted, extending the Rod violently, cracking the driver under the chin and sending an electric jolt through his head.
   The guy fell off and was promptly run over by the biker behind him, the thud and bump of the body underneath the two wheels causing the other biker to wobble and crash. Four down, motherfuckers. He felt the effects starting to fade and leapt off, twisting around and cracking the heel of his foot into the facemask of the driver next to him, sending the man flying off to the side of the road, landing in his vacated seat.
   His left hand shot out, deflecting a blow from a sword as another rider came up alongside him, right hand gripping the handle of the motorcycle. He swung away to give himself some distance, then swung back with a quick swing of his Rod, hearing the loud crash of metal on metal when it met the sword. While Reno was working to dislodge the swordsman, two other bikes surged forward alongside Denzel's.
   Denzel looked to either side of him and tried to surge forward, leaning down against his bike to gain more speed. They kept with him though, trying to steer him away. Denzel was breathing hard but keeping cool. He remembered his new staff and carefully drew it out as he drove, positioning it just right. He slowed down a little, then activated the staff, smacking the riders on each side of him.
   They veered away in surprise, but soon came back at him. Denzel braked and swung around, getting both drivers on his right side. He surged forward, getting his front wheel in line with the closest biker's back wheel, then swung his bike roughly into it, sending it crashing. Then he moved again, getting in line behind the other biker.
   Reno was locked against the swordsman, growling as he kept the man's blade at bay. He held the rod sturdy against the sword, keeping it away, and slowly let go of the bike's handle with his right hand. He moved his hand up and turned his palm towards the biker and flames burst forth, immolating the man and his bike, sending him screaming off to the side of the road. A quick glance towards Denzel showed him the kid was fine, and had even taken out one of the motherfuckers.
   Reno brought his hands back to the bike and swerved a shot of ice. They were down to Denzel's last dude and the ice asshole. Reno swerved around another flying spike, then quickly spun the bike around and slammed it into reverse. He withdrew two Uzis from within his coat--because fuck you, Assholes, Turks came prepared--and started firing.
   Ice Man hadn't expected that, and though he quickly managed to put up a shield made of ice, it was nothing compared to the rain of bullets coming from the highly annoyed redhead. The ice shield crumbled under the onslaught and Reno watched as that body jerked with each impact of the bullet, until the newly-made Human Swiss Cheese fell to the road in a bloody heap.
   Reno spun the bike around again and swooped in on the other side of the last rider, turning to shout over the man's head.
   "All right, yo?"
   "Fine! You could have warned me, asshole!"
   "No fun in that!" Reno grinned.
   The rider looked between them and slowed his bike to a stop. Reno turned and swung around, blocking the back way while Denzel pulled up to block the front. Reno climbed off the bike and adjusted his jacket, dusting off the sleeves. He stepped forward slowly, the biker pulling off his helmet.
   "Wait! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
   "Will you now?" Reno grinned.
   Wide, panicked eyes stared at Reno, head nodding rapidly.
   "You do realize you made a direct attack against the Turks, yo."
   Denzel stared, staying on his bike. Reno delighted in watching the man's face drain of all color. Soon, he was standing next to the man's bike, holding his EM Rod and turning it around in his hand, examining it slowly. It was really a shame he was with Denzel, because now he couldn't do what he liked.
   "Anything, anything you want to know...just...please."
   "I'm sorry," Reno said, reaching into his blazer.
   Reno's lips curled into the darkest little smirk, fingers curling around the grip of the pistol he had in his last pocket.
   "But those...." his eyes turned up, withdrawing the gun and placing it to the man's temple, "...weren't my orders."
   The trigger was pulled as the rider's eyes shot open, mouth open to beg. The life died in those eyes, and the body stayed upright for the briefest moment before falling to the side, blood pooling underneath the man's head. Denzel couldn't say anything, eyes staring in shock. Reno walked over and placed the gun into the boy's palm, staring down at him.
   "Check to see if the one you crashed is still alive. If he is...make sure he doesn't, yo."
   Reno walked off without giving Denzel a chance to reply. He checked the pockets of each fallen biker, and when he came across one other that still had a kick of life, he pressed his EM Rod to the body right over the heart, electrifying the metal and watching until the only movement left was the body's jolts from the shocks. After getting what he needed, he waiting until he heard the shot, heading back over to Denzel.
   "It was you or them, yo."
   "I know," Denzel said quietly, trembling.
   Reno stepped up behind him, resting his hands on those shaking shoulders and squeezing firmly. Denzel relaxed a bit at the touch, staring down at the body at his feet, the first human he'd killed with his own hands. Reno watched Denzel wipe his eyes, then turn to give him a weak smile.
   "I'm ok."
   "It gets easier after a while."
   "I...I don't think that's a good thing," Denzel whispered.
   "No..." Reno touched the end of the boy's nose softly. "No, probably not, yo."
   Reno stepped away, heading back to Denzel's bike as he picked up his phone, dialing a number.
   "Reno Sinclair, reporting."
   Denzel walked over to his bike, watching Reno.
   "Ambushed. No, no trouble at all," Reno grinned, winking at Denzel, who laughed a little. "Clean up crew needed, you'll see the mess, yo. I'm heading into Edge, I have business to take care of. Later, yo."
   "You really were pulling your punches."
   "I told you." Reno grinned, hopping into the bike before Denzel could react. "Get used to being the bitch, yo."
   "Hey! It's MY bike!" Denzel cried out, flushing.
   "Confiscated by the authority of the Turks."
   "WHAT!"
   Reno laughed and revved up the bike, grinning at Denzel.
   "Get on before I leave you behind, yo."
   Denzel groaned but did as told, climbing up behind Reno and holding on tightly. Reno sped off, pushing the bike to its limits. He felt Denzel's grip tighten on him and grinned, making it to Edge. Denzel shrieked for him to slow down, but Reno didn't heed the warning, weaving in and out of cars and pedestrians. He stopped only when in front of 7th Heaven, grinning as he heard Denzel's near-terrified panting.
   "You...are...a..MANIAC!"
   "No. I'm a red head, yo."
   Denzel shook his head, shakily climbing off the bike. Reno got off as well and stood with his EM Rod propped up against his shoulder, right hand in his pocket. Denzel was leaning on his bike, still trying to catch his breath when the door to the bar opened.
   "What are YOU doing here?" Cloud's Mako-eyes locked on Reno, not yet noticing Denzel.
   "Came to see you, yo."
   "What are the Turks doing with Denzel's bike?" Cloud demanded.
   "What..." Reno laughed, tilting his head towards Denzel. "You don't recognize my new partner, yo?"
   "Why would..." Cloud's gaze shifted over and those eyes widened. "Oh..I get it. Funny. Nice joke, now get the hell out of that uniform, Denzel."
   "It's...it's no joke, Cloud," Denzel said, straightening.
   "Enough, joke's over. You can drop it now."
   "It's pretty much official, Cloud," Reno piped up, and those eyes turned back to him. "And before you bitch, he came to me."
   "It's true, Cloud."
   Cloud grit his teeth and wanted nothing better than to draw a weapon on Reno for this, but he knew Denzel could be stubborn.
   "Do what you want."
   "Cloud."
   Those blue eyes literally flared in their glow, an obvious flash of anger as they turned back to Reno. He hopped the steps and walked up to the taller redhead, lips curling back.
   "What do you want, Reno? I'm not happy to see you right now."
   "We have bigger problems, Cloud."
   "Like what?"
   Reno pulled his hand into his pocket, holding up a tattered red flag with a white logo. Cloud glanced at it dismissively, then did a double-take. He reached out and snatched it from Reno's grip, getting a closer look before turning his eyes back to the man.
   "Where did you get this?"
   "Off the bodies of a gang that ambushed us on the way here, yo."
   The look of concern was on Cloud's face for a few seconds, then that mask fell back into place. Denzel looked a bit confused, and Reno was staring cooly down at Cloud. Tifa made her way out to the steps when Cloud took a while coming back in, frowning at the scene before her.
   "Cloud? What's going on?"
   "Call Barret. Now."
   "Why?"
   Cloud motioned to Denzel and Reno. Reno followed Denzel in, sliding beyond Tifa and winking at her as he passed. Cloud walked by, stuffing the tattered flag into her hands.
   "Because we have a fucking problem," he said as he walked by her.
   Surprised, Tifa stared down at what Cloud had forced into her hands. Oh yes...they did have a problem.
   The AVALANCHE logo was staring back at her.
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