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Walking Out on Destiny	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I say we got three more episodes before the real drama begins. the starting pairings may shock you! o.o but always keep in mind that this IS a Seph and Cloud fic. they will get there eventually! XD Don't worry, they'll interact a lot more in the future chapters! So sit back and enjoy. I added a little violence to make up for the whole took for fuckin' ever to add this new chapter. I swear the next won't take as long. stupid sinus infection!
l - starting to hate these little ls but i don't have an effective way to break scene clearly so shrug. XD
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Walking Out on Destiny Season Two
Episode Six: Threats and Promises
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Lucrecia stood in the abandoned basement of ShinRa Mansion. Evidence of tasting and recent Mako pumping was everywhere but all the research had either been burned or taken. Her fist trembled when she realized her old research was among the things missing. She slammed her fist on the wall and looked down at the heap on the floor. What was left was what was inside a Mako tank being kept barely alive in stasis. She walked up recognizing the remains of her "friend" Nobel. She thought the woman had been buried and cast off just like Vincent, but apparently her beloved husband had other plans for her.
"Well, who am I to pass up a golden opportunity…" She input her security code and drained the Mako out of the tank.
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Three weeks after Cloud's arrival in Midgar
It was raining pretty hard in the city of neon and chrome. Cloud sat by the window in his room watching it fall and listening to the taps on the gutters. It was the middle of the day but the darkness reigned over Midgar like a thick blanket and he could see the lightening dancing over the clouds. It was true that the sun didn't shine in Midgar; that it was always night time here and Cloud actually missed the sun. How did people not go crazy with the sky never changing? He sighed, it was four in the afternoon and Zack was late. He usually came home at two every day like clockwork and was never a minute late. That being said, Cloud wondered if something had come up while he was on duty. Puffing his cheeks, Cloud got up from the window and was about to head for the kitchen but he paused with his hand over the doorknob. He heard the front door swing open and hit the wall with a loud bam. He heard the door close with a slam and stumbling footsteps hit the carpet followed by a hard thud. He heard a pained cry and recognized the voice. Zack!
Cloud rushed out of the room and saw Zack pushing himself onto his knees. The SOLDIER punched the floor hard enough to make the entire place vibrate beneath Cloud's feet. His unruly black hair clung to his body and face and his skin held a thick sheen of sweat. He panted and gagged, his whole body jerking with the motion. His fist hit the floor again, leaving a dent in the carpet. His hands spread over the carpet and he clawed the fibers as he continued to retch. The sounds of pain made Cloud shiver and he was rooted to the spot. The only thing that still worked was his voice.
"Zack?" his voice barely over a whisper but keen enhanced ears caught it. Cloud was not prepared for when Zack looked up.
Zack stared at him with furrowed brows, his face contorted in intense pain. But what frightened Cloud were his eyes. Those wide eyes clouded by pain and suffering were glowing so brightly within their sockets that Cloud thought he was being bewitched by them. They glinted and sparkled with power he didn't understand and enhanced the violet blue color of Zack's irises to a breathtaking extreme. They were sharp, beautiful, and predatory. Zack closed them for a moment to compose himself and Cloud could still see them glowing from beneath the lid. When they opened again they appeared clearer but the glow was just as bright. Zack opened and closed his mouth a few times before he found his voice.
"Cloud," he called softly, his voice hoarse. "Come here…please."
Cloud didn't move, his eyes transfixed on the unnatural glow. Zack tried again, trying not to sound threatening. "Please, just come here buddy. You're all I got right now. Please?"
The desperation in Zack's voice was what pulled him forward. He went over, one slow step at a time until he was in front of the black haired man. He knelt down bringing himself inescapably in Zack's line of sight. This close Cloud could see the flecks of gray in Zack's irises right near the pupil shining like bits of silver. His heart skipped a beat and he wished for a second that he could fall into those eyes dig out the pain that was clear within them. Cloud could feel the extreme heat radiating off of Zack's skin. Cloud was overcome with the urge to touch the older teen just to see if that heat would sear his hand. Cloud followed the urge to touch and reached out to touch Zack's shoulder. He didn't even see Zack move but the crushing grip on his wrist told him that he was not permitted to touch.
"Cloud…please. Don't move. Just don't move okay?" Zack whispered his eyes boring threateningly into Cloud's. "Just don't move. I don't wanna hurt ya."
"What do you want me to do?" Cloud asked, trying to keep the tremble out of his small voice. "You're hurting, what do I do?"
"Just be still. I-I'm burnin' like a bad engine," he said closing his eyes again to find some calm to speak. "Don't give me any reason to attack ya. No sudden movements okay?"
Cloud nodded but realized Zack's eyes were still closed. "Yeah…I understand."
Zack had yet to relinquish his grip on Cloud's hand. He surprised Cloud by pulling his hand to his face and the blonde winced at how damp and hot Zack's skin truly was. This fever would've boiled a normal person's brain; he had to at least be pushing 110, maybe even more. Zack opened his eyes slowly. They were glazed over and slightly dilated. Cloud resisted the urge to bolt when Zack released his hand. He only let it drop limply between them and tensed when Zack's hands slipped under his arms and tugged his shirt further up. A heavy blush fell over his face and he was about to ask what the hell Zack was doing when the brunette pressed his face into the plane of Cloud's stomach. The heat of his face felt like a heating pad against his abdomen and it was a bit uncomfortable. Not knowing that to do with his hands, Cloud moved to encircle Zack as the SOLDIER pressed his palms flat against his back beneath his shirt. Cloud was pressed closer to Zack and his shirt was pushed further up until those dampened spikes were resting on his chest.
"Zack?" he whispered.
"You're skin…" Zack murmured, his breath brushing over Cloud's chest. "It's nice and cool."
"Cool?" Cloud thought for a moment and then tried to get up but was clung to. "Zack, just for sec. I need to get up."
Zack's grip loosened and Cloud immediately jumped to his feet. Zack lay there delirious wondering where the coolness went. Vaguely he heard something clinking like glass and water dripping. His head was lifted and rested on a lap that smelled like snow and fir trees. That scent meant cold, cold was good. He pushed himself closer into that coolness and was rewarded with something icy and wet pressed over his face and neck.
"It's okay, I'm right here," Cloud whispered. He dipped the towel into the bowl of ice water and wrung it out. He rubbed it over Zack's neck and shoulders, wiping away the sweat. The towel kept heating faster than he could cool the brunette's skin, but he didn't give up. He continued to dunk, wring, and wipe. He made sure to pay close attention to Zack's head and neck trying to keep his fever from going any higher. He slipped from Zack's hold and began untying his heavy boots. He threw them to the side and got rid of his socks. He pressed the cold towel to his feet and Zack twitched and complain in response.
"I'm just trying to cool you off, Zack. Just hang tight," he murmured though he was sure Zack couldn't understand him at the moment. He looked at the SOLDIER uniform trying to understand the mechanics of it. "The stomach guard needs to go first." He fiddled with the hooks until he figured out how to unhook it and slipped it from around Zack's waist. It was heavy as hell, but he managed to swing it away from Zack's body, suspenders and all. Cloud worked at the shirt, rolling it up until he couldn't anymore because of Zack's arms. He took his time and ran the ice water over Zack's heated torso. He felt Zack's forehead; the fever was still there but significantly lower. Cloud side and worked until he was able to get Zack to lift his arms and he pulled it off adding it to the pile. He made sure the towel was completely soaking wet before laying it over Zack's glowing lids. He went and retrieved another towel and more ice water, working the coldness over Zack's arms chest and stomach. The carpet was soaked around Zack and he hoped the older teen wouldn't be too mad about it when he woke. After a while, he heard a sigh of relief escape Zack's parted lips and Cloud reached out to feel his neck for a fever. It had lowered back to a more normal temperature and Cloud found himself echoing the sigh. He was pulling away when Zack in his delirium placed and open mouth kiss to his retreating hand.
"Thank you," was the barely audible whisper.
Cloud was frozen stiff for a moment until soft breaths of sleep began to rise from Zack. Cloud looked at his hand where Zack's lips had touched and a light blush crossed his cheeks. Deciding to be brave, he scooted over and pressed a chaste kiss to Zacks forehead before getting up. He came back and placed a pillow beneath Zack's head, letting him rest. He sat down on the floor and lay back against the back of the couch. He suddenly felt so tired, the worry and stress taking its toll on him. His eyes drifted shut and he slumped to the side.
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"Genesis! Open the door!"
Genesis eyes snapped open and he sat up from the couch. His Mako enhanced hearing caught the shout long before Sephiroth had reached their floor. He was on his feet in an instant and he ran towards the door, undoing the locks and flinging it open. He spotted Sephiroth coming up the stairs with Angeal on his back, his fingers dug into Sephiroth's shoulders. Sephiroth had draped his long leather coat over both of them to keep the rain off Angeal's weakened form. Genesis wasted no time in opening the door wide for them and once they were in he slammed it shut and helped Sephiroth get Angeal to the bed room.
"What's happened?" Genesis asked, pulling the wet coat off of them as they walked.
"Him and Zack got their Mako infusions today," Sephiroth explained quickly as he lay Angeal on the bed. The man tugged at his hair and growled pained frustration, his eyes bright blue lights. Genesis knelt on the floor and began taking off Angeal's boots, freeing his feet from the constricting wear while Sephiroth unhooked the stomach guard.
"I don't understand! It's not like Angeal has never taken the shot before."
"The bitch has raised the concentration somehow. It's some kinda new super batch she's refined or some bullshit like that! Angeal, don't fight me!" Sephiroth snapped as he tugged Angeal's shirt off.
The man was wild, murder in his glowing eyes as he struggled against them. Genesis fought to get his pants off and ended up being clipped in the mouth by Angeal's knee.
"Mm!" Genesis pulled away, stunned for a moment.
Sephiroth looked over his shoulder when he smelled Genesis's blood.. "You al-AH!"
Angeal had lifted Sephiroth off him tossed him off the bed near Genesis. Genesis licked the blood from his swelling lip and shoved Sephiroth out the way just as Angeal attacked him. Sephiroth flung himself onto Angeal back, hooking his arms under his and pulling him back. Genesis kicked Angeal in his stomach and used his feet to shove both him and Sephiroth back. Sephiroth stumbled with Angeal and had the unpleasant job of cushioning his fall. The wind was knocked out of him when they both hit the bed and Genesis clamored to get up.
"We need to cool him off! Sephiroth hold him!"
"No shit!" Sephiroth wrapped his legs around Angeal's waist, intertwining their legs so that it constricted his movements. He heard the shower running and was thankful to hear Genesis come back into the room. Angeal fought hard against him and eventually head-butted Sephiroth in the nose forcing him to release him. "Fuck!"
The minute Angeal was free, Genesis was on him. He threw his weight into Angeal and body slammed him against the wall. Sephiroth pinched his bleeding nose and managed to get off the bed to help. He grabbed a hold of Angeal's arm and tried for the other one but was not in time to keep Genesis from getting back handed onto the floor. Genesis didn't let it faze him and with a determined growl, he snatched Angeal's arm and twisted it the same way Sephiroth was.
"Walk dammit!" Genesis shouted, hoping the anger in his voice would get through to Angeal.
Angeal stumbled forward, driven by his two lovers toward the bathroom. He fought and kicked and growled the whole way creating fresh bruises on the two of them. They took the hits in stride, cursing every now and then when one landed too hard. Neither of them dared to hit Angeal though. All the struggling, all the punching, kicking and swinging, they never once hit him. They managed to get him into the shower's cool spray, Sephiroth holding him in a death lock behind and Genesis in front. They held the man until his struggles died and he slipped into unconsciousness. They slid to the floor as Angeal became dead weight and they rested on each other panting. Sephiroth and Genesis panted leaning against Angeal. They looked at each other, Sephiroth chuckled.
"What?" Genesis groaned.
"Your face looks like old meat," he said remarking on the dark purple bruise on Genesis's cheek.
"Oh yeah? Your nose looks like somebody's foot," Genesis snapped.
Sephiroth grimaced at that but ended up laughing. Genesis couldn't hold back either. Their laughter filled the confines of the bathroom and echoed in the bedroom. The neighbors had already called the police on them.
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Tseng and Reno were brought to their knees, Tseng more so with the setting on his collar higher. Reno gritted his teeth and managed to stay up but the Wutain collapse beside him. He tried to reach out to him but pulled away when the pain hit him again. This was total bullshit. He understood that he should've kept his big mouth shut, but why were both of them getting punished?
"You were given an order, Turk! That doesn't include mouthing off!" Heidegger boomed. He flexed his meaty wrist a few times and took glee in watching both Turks squirm. Tseng's cries in particular brought him a disgusting amount of satisfaction. This was how Wutains needed to be treated and if he had his way, there would be a collar on all of them by the time this war was over.
"Alright!" Reno shouted over the agony. "Alright, we get it! Shit! Just stop, yo! Please!"
The pain suddenly ceased and Reno collapsed on the floor. Tseng's shallow breathing puffed past his face as he stared at him through blurred eyes. "Boss?" He said, his throat raw. "Boss? You still conscious?"
Tseng couldn't respond in anyway other than to open his eyes partially. Heidegger walked over to them and rolled Reno away with his foot, depriving Tseng the sight of something comforting. He was lifted by his hair, his body still humming with pain as he was forced to his feet.
"Now! Your assignment is clear! I don't care how you do it but you're going to single handedly bring the gunrunning in Costa de Sol to an end."
Tseng shook his head. The gunrunners had been loyal to ShinRa since Vincent had done away with their Don. The contract had remained intact and there had been no violations. They did what they needed to do while ShinRa did what it needed to do. Heidegger was fucking around with Turk resources and Tseng couldn't allow that.
"Why man!" Reno growled getting to his feet. "de Sol runners never made a bad deal with us. What the hell are we even going to fuck with them for?"
Heidegger let go of Tseng who struggled to remain standing. "It's not your job to ask questions, but if you must know we have probable cause. They may be providing weapons to Wutai."
Tseng scoffed. "Wutai self manufactures its weapons and are materia users. They would never rely on outside help to defend their land."
"You talk as if you know this personally!" Heidegger snapped.
"Oh please, anyone who knows shit about Wutai knows their all about racial purity and country unity. Its stupid to think anything else, yo."
"I don't care, unless you want to be on the receiving end of this," he gestured to the wrist device. "You'll do as you're told and don't question. Now get your asses out of my office!"
Reno did his best to shoulder Tseng who tried to straighten himself. "Fuckin' douche!" he muttered to himself.
"Reno, no more…" Tseng whispered through his labored breathing.
"Yeah, I know man."
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It is fucking cold! That was Zack's first thought when he came round. He sat up shivering, a towel falling from over his eyes. He rubbed his arms finding his upper body bare and his toes wiggling in front of him. His teeth chattered wondering what the hell had happened and why was he lying in carpet that smelled like water and sweat. He remembered leaving the labs after his monthly Mako infusion. It was a new, purer batch they were testing and it had caused sickness to overwhelm him much sooner than he was used to. He'd barely gotten the key in the door. Everything had been suffocating hot. He remembered breathing in the cool scent of fresh snow and fir trees and a voice calling his name. After that it was blurry but the feeling cold pressed against him random places was still in his memory. A little groan caught his attention and he looked beside him where Cloud lay curled tightly on the floor in sleep. Zack felt his lips curl in a fond smile. Cloud had helped him. Helped? Hell, probably had saved him from having his brain boil in his skull like stew. Yeah, he remembered kissing that hand being grateful to whatever ice angel was giving him that sought after coldness.
"Cloud?" he called. The blond didn't stir. He'd probably given the kid a hell of scare if he knew anything about himself. The problem with fresh Mako injections was that they raised aggression levels higher than they should ever be. He just prayed he hadn't harmed Cloud in anyway. He barely remembered making it through the door before the damn shot took over.
"Well, can't let him stay on the floor," Zack said getting up. He was still cold as fuck but he had other things to worry about. He gathered the blonde into his arms and nestled him against his chest. He thought about bringing him to the guest room, but the twin mattress on the floor couldn't have been very comfortable. Instead, he brought him to his own bed lay him down on his queen bed gently. He watched Cloud snuggle into the softness of the mattress and clung to one of Zack pillow. He chuckled and went to take a much needed shower to warm up. He adjusted the temperature and then jumped into the shower.
When he came out towel drying his hair, he found Cloud still dead to the world. The blonde's lips were slightly parted and his eyes fluttered in his sleep. Little chocobo was dreaming. Zack smiled and got dressed in a pair of boxer briefs and sweats. He was tired more than anything after his usual duties and that whole ordeal and was thankful that SOLDIERs who go their Mako infusions were given two days off duty. He could sleep. He laid down on one side of the bed, switching off the light and letting the rain lull him into a relaxed state. He was almost asleep when he felt a warm weight hit him in the back. He opened his eyes partially and glanced over his shoulder. All he saw was blond feathery spikes. His smile widened and he reached back, petting Cloud's leg as the blonde curled into his back, his breath blowing between his shoulder blade.
"Glad you're okay…" came a sleep filled murmur.
"Yeah, go back to sleep, Chocobo."
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Hojo sifted through the unlocked pieces of Grimore and Lucrecia's research from the comfort of his old lab. He had been pleased to come back and find that Lucrecia had not chosen to set up shop inside it. The last thing he wanted was to have her all over him the minute she got in. He was still bitter about being shot through a window. Still had back cramps from that. The Jenova cells couldn't take care of everything. He sighed and scribbled notes about what he was reading up on when he heard the hydraulics of the lab entrance fire off. He closed the research and calmly placed his notes in his desk drawer. The clicking of heels gave everything away. Lucrecia walked up to him with a whole new walk that came with her being the head of the science department. She smiled and sat on his desk eyeing him.
"Kanaye," she said sweetly. "It's been too long."
"My dear ex-wife," he replied with a polite nod. "I hear you pushed through the divorce not too long ago."
"Well, with you disappearing on me for years, I figured we were done."
"Funny, I figured we were done when you shot me out the hotel window. Quite the drop."
"Fun I'm sure." She leaned forward on the desk, her lab coat falling off her bare shoulders. "It's strange. With how long we've been apart…have you felt it? Have you felt the urge? The pull of our cells, desperate to become one again? This burning in my blood has been agonizing since you've been gone. Don't you remember how you tested the Jenova cells on yourself before you gave them to me. A noble thing indeed, Kanaye. You remember the absolute high you were on from it, you were insatiable."
"Oh yes, I remember. But I also remember that you would not let me touch that night since at that time you always seemed to have Valentine balls deep in you."
She scowled at the crude words. "And here I come with a peace offering."
"Do tell so I can say no."
"I know what you were doing in Nibelhiem. I swung by there a week ago," she laughed. "Digging up my old research and keeping Nobel's body? You were trying to make a host for the Chaos gene weren't you?"
"Chaos gene?" Hojo allowed his genuine surprise show. "My dear, I have no idea what you're talking about?"
"Heh, you know what I'm speaking of. Digging through dusty old medical journals, experimenting with summon genes. Oh Hojo, you're so transparent. The only thing I can't figure out is why you chose a weakling like Nobel. No matter how much you enhance her, she wouldn't be able to control the Chaos gene. So I'll allow you to waste your time on her for my own amusement." She dug into her pocket and passed him a pin drive. "Here, this is my personal stash of Grimore's research. At least up until we were forced to stop. I want to see this failure of yours."
Hojo took the pin drive silently, not acknowledging her mocking. The daft bitch was giving him the missing holes in Grimore's research that he needed believing he was experimenting on someone who was as useless as Nobel. "My dear wife, I believe I should thank you."
"Oh, it's more than my pleasure. I even took the liberty of bringing Nobel here when I came back. I had your interns lock her up in the lab."
Hojo froze. "You moved her?"
She smirked and slid off the desk. "She was a feisty one. Surprised you didn't do away with her after experimentation and I surely can't imagine you being able to handle her right now. Either way, I'll be awaiting the results of this secret experiment of yours. Ta-ta!"
Hojo waited for her to leave before he dug out his phone and called up Tseng. When he received no answer he sighed and put the phone down. "Shit," he breathed. He looked at the pin drive for a moment before putting it in the computer. Since Lucrecia though Nobel was the bulk of his experimentation he would be able to use this information uninhibited. He opened the file and began to quickly scan over the work.
"Soul wrought of Terra corrupt…" Hojo felt a dark smile cross his face. "How fitting…let's see if your father can save you where I could not."
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Sephiroth woke to his hair being stroked tenderly. It was a slow process for him to wake whenever he was at home simply because he knew that no one but Angeal petted him awake and it was a chore to resist flipping the man and putting him in a hold like training had taught him. He rubbed his face into Angeal's chest before lifting his head and looking up at the older man.
"Your nose," Angeal said softly.
"I'll live. It will be gone in a in the morning," Sephiroth lay his head back down coming face to face with Genesis who was still asleep. Angeal's hand was safely buried in his ginger mop as he sighed peacefully in his sleep. "I swear he could sleep through a hurricane."
"So, why do I feel like I got ran over by a truck?" Angeal asked with a yawn.
"You feel like you got ran over. You almost broke my back when I had to carry you in."
"Heh, I've never had an injection day as bad as this one."
"It was something new…I could smell it. She's startin' to try out things now that Hojo is back." Sephiorth nestled his head into Angeal's chest. "Took hell and high water just to cool you off."
Angeal grimaced at the thought that he'd hurt either of them. "I'm sorry Seph…"
"There's no apology needed. We swore we'd catch each other during injection days…Genesis's will be up next."
"Yes, he's almost as strong as you."
"That's what I'm afraid of?"
"Oh, afraid of little bitty Genesis?"
"He'll be PMSing hardcore, though," Sephiroth groaned.
"Both of you shut the hell up before I PMS my foot in your tight asses," Genesis mumbled crankily.
Sephiroth and Angel both chuckled. Sephiroth leaned over Angeal to kiss Genesis's forehead. "Go back to sleep."
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Rufus left his father's office with a scowl on his face. The president was trying to send him away from Midgar to get "proper schooling." Rufus knew what it was about. The man wanted him away from his mother who had just begun physical therapy once again. Her legs were gaining feeling back in them thanks to Hojo's attentions and it was rubbing his father raw with rage, so in order to punish his mother for being independent, he was trying to take Rufus away. Rufus wouldn't let him. He was fourteen and fairly small, but he wasn't helpless. He went to one of the maps on the executive floor and run his fingers over the list of floors. He mouthed each of them until he found what he was looking for and marched to the elevator. His heart pounded in his chest but he let rage calm the fear and anxiety as he rode the lift down few floors. When it dinged, he took a moment to compose himself and schooled his face as his mother had taught him. He walked out on to the Turk floor with the authority beyond his age. He went to a receptionist desk where a Turk was posted at her computer. She looked at him in surprise.
"Turk floor is no place for children, are you lost?" she asked in an even voice that underlined suspicion. He didn't blame since the last time a kid around his age came barreling through, it cost thousands and thousands of gil to repair.
"My name is Rufus ShinRa, I'm looking for a Turk named Tseng."
"You're Rufus ShinRa?" she asked skeptically. "You're a little small to be the heir to the world. May I see some ID?"
Rufus glared at her and dug into his pocket for the laminate that had been made for him when he started regularly visiting HQ. He held it up in her face. "I demand that you tell me where Tseng is."
Her eyes widened only for a moment but it was enough betray her surprise. She quickly ran her hands over the keyboard. "Tseng is effects room preparing for his neck mission. If you'd like, you may speak with Veld instead since he is not so busy."
"I didn't ask for Veld!" he said coldly. "Where is the effects room?"
"I will have someone escort you! Cissnei! You still here?"
A woman with auburn hair that rested in waves around her shoulders came from around the corner. Her face was as gentle and pretty as a china doll and for a moment Rufus doubted her being a Turk. "What's up?"
"I need you to escort Mr. Rufus ShinRa here to the effects room. He's looking for Tseng."
Cissnei looked down at Rufus in confusion but said nothing. She nodded her head for Rufus to follow her and walked ahead. Rufus gulped silently and followed the female Turk through the halls. He'd never been to the Turk floor so he knew nothing of this place. Everything was in a distinct color scheme of gunmetal black and steel with random splashes of red every now and then on a chair or couch. It seemed that the Turk floor was a world of its own despite it being a part of ShinRa. Rufus passed window where he could see mission briefing as well as open areas of combat. Shooting galleries were filled with Turks in black Ts accurately taking down the moving targets. Rufus couldn't help but notice one of the Turks blowing a target to pieces with a pump shotgun. It reminded him of the ones that his mother had in a glass case above her desk. Those types of guns always fascinated him. The power to spread all over a target insuring a high rate of fatality, that sounded like his mother's tactics through and through and he wanted badly to make it his as well.
"Alright, here we are but don't be too long," she said swiping her ID card at a random door. "Tseng doesn't really like to be bothered when he's prepping for a mission…at least not these days."
"Aren't you going to let him know it's me?" Rufus asked. He was used to being announced whenever he visited the executives.
"Oh, it doesn't really matter here. Just go on in," she said with smile, holding the door for him. "Could you tell him that…that Shuriken still wishes to apologize?"
"Um…sure…"
Rufus went inside the dimly lit room. His eyes roved over various weapons and specialty suits and equipment. His mouth was agape at the different rows of materia that lined the walls. He reached out for one of the small ones labeled materia to examine it. He almost dropped it when he heard a voice in the room.
"Reno, I don't care how early it is right now. We were told last night to be gone today, what is with you and inciting retaliation against us." Pause. "You know I have things that I need to accomplish while we are away from this god forsaken city, don't start to be a nuisance now." Pause. "Reno…" the commanding voice became softer. "Reno, I am not of the mind state to argue with you. Hojo has found something and I need to investigate to make sure it's true. Help me…please? Do not make me pull rank on you."
Rufus snuck around to find the Turk he had hurt, the Turk he had tortured, standing over a table with various knives lined in a roll up duffle. Now that Rufus was allowed to see him without the threat of agony overcoming him, he could see that Tseng of the Turk actually was a sight to behold. His midnight black hair cascaded over his back like the silk of his mother's sheets and his skin was paler than the moon and just as smooth. Tseng was fascinating. Rufus stepped closer and cleared his throat startling the older man. Out of reflex Tseng touched the collar on his neck as he whipped around. He was frozen in a look of surprise to see the young ShinRa looking up at him.
"Reno, I'll call you back," Tseng said distractedly. He hung up the phone and placed it on the table. "What are you doing here?"
"A woman named Cissinei let me in. I…" Rufus cleared his throat, trying to control his still cracking voice. "I came to talk with you…about what happened."
"If this is an apology, then I do not need it. You had no part in it," Tseng turned away from him to continue slipping knives into the duffle bag. "You're only a child after all."
Rufus huffed indignantly and he snapped at him without thinking. "It's that type of assuming nature that got you collared in the first place."
Tseng froze, his hand hovering over the knife he'd just placed in the holder. Rufus felt his heart speed up, worried about the fact that the Turk didn't respond nor did he move. For sure, he'd angered the Turk with that remark. Tseng turned around to look down on Rufus with a knife in his hand.
"Speak while I still value my position in this company," Tseng said coldly.
"Look, there's a lot you're limited on now that you have that thing," Rufus said in his best business voice. "However, where you have no freedom I do. Since you apparently are trying to work on something in secret…then maybe I can help."
Tseng closed his eyes for a moment. "What is it then?"
"My father wishes to send me away to Junon in order to get schooling. He's using the excuse that I need to start becoming serious about taking on the company and that my mother is a poor teacher. He claims I will be safer there as well, but I know what he's up to. He's trying to separate me from my mother. I don't want that, and if you know what's good for you, you don't want it either."
"I shall humor you then. What do you suggest?"
"You're meant to be my adjutant and most of all, my bodyguard. I suggest that you willingly give your Turk contract to me. Tie our lives together so that by ShinRa protocol and politic nothing can happen to you."
"I know what it means, Rufus ShinRa. You wish to hold my life in your hands by way of contract."
"If you're life is in my hands then it's not in Heidegger's. I can't do anything about my father without help…and it's your help I need. I know it. You're the one to trust."
Tseng raised a fine brow. Rufus didn't even notice a shift in the air, not one tense shoulder or arm when Tseng picked him up by his throat and slammed him on the table, the knife to his throat. He felt his heart in his throat and an asthma attack coming on as he panted under Tseng's weight.
"You're a weak prince in the presence of lions that will tear you to shreds should you dare to cross into their domain. What makes you think you can hold sway over them, much less over me?"
Rufus managed to answer even though he was wheezing. He glared up at the Wutain through icy blue eyes. "Because unlike them, I know when my teeth have hit bone!"
Tseng gave Rufus a measuring look, the corner of his mouth quirking into a ghost of a smile. He lifted off the boy enough to dig into Rufus's pocket and retrieved an inhaler. He pressed it to the boys panting lips and ordered him to breathe in. Once the medicine took effect, Rufus's breath calmed and Tseng stood up straight.
"How did you know I-"
"I'm paid to know everything about you, Rufus ShinRa. You have two weeks time," Tseng held up two fingers. "No more, no less. You're useless to me right now. You can't even defy your father. So, in that time, you're going to prove your right to own my life. Show me proof you are trying to get stronger, smarter, and faster than the lions you intend to compete with. When I return, perhaps I will consider being your guard dog. Now go."
Rufus slid off the table unsure of how to respond. He began to walk toward the door but stopped, a sudden well of anger and indignity filling him up. He whipped around and looked at Tseng.
"No, you won't consider anything. When you come back, you'll either be at my heels or beneath them!" With that Rufus turned and left.
Tseng watched him after as he slammed the door shut and smirked. "Well, well, Vincent. ShinRa has hope yet."
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"To top it off, it's been three weeks. Three fucking weeks and you're just now calling me, you ungrateful bastard!"
"Mom calm down!" Cloud winced at his mother's shrill voice.
"Everyone else got good sons, I got little baby bitch-bastard who can't even drop a fucking call! Who the hell's phone are you calling from! ID says this ain't a land line! Who are you shackin' up with over there!"
"Mrs. Strife calm down!" Tifa said halfway through giggles.
Cloud slap his hand over his face. "Mom! It's MY phone! MINE! I got it from Genesis! He said I would need one and sense I can't afford it he bought it for me!"
"So first you tell me you're shacking up with some 2nd Class SOLDIER who is older than you, made friends with a Wutainese Turk, also older, and your superior bought you an expensive phone? What in the fuck are you doing over there, Cloudy? Pimpin' yourself all up and down ShinRa tower! Next thing you know, you're going to tell me that the president himself bought you a fuckin' car."
"About that…" Cloud teased.
"What the fuck, Cloud?" she screeched before coughing. He heard Tifa fussing over her in the background.
Zack lifted his head from his pillow, unable to help hearing Cloud's beast of a mother. His brow arched at the blond and Cloud murmured a sorry. Zack muffled his laughter in the pillow. They had been at it for almost ten minutes since Cloud had woken up that morning, still in Zack's bed, and realized he hadn't phone her. Zack was now front row seat to the most amazing bitch-fu he'd ever heard.
"Now see mom, serves you right!" Cloud shouted during the break in his mother's bitching. "You ought to know me better than that! You know that's not how I do things!"
"What things?" She choked. "You don't do things!"
"I do too! I look cute and get people who are older than me to buy me stuff!"
"That makes you a HO!" Alina shouted. "Proving my point!"
"What's with everyone and calling me a whore?" Cloud heard Zack snort. "Mom, seriously, it's fine. I'm in Midgar, I passed my physical, and I'll start camp in a week!"
"And then you…you passed! AH! TIFA YOU HEAR THAT HE PASSED!"
"Yes, Mrs. Strife, I heard you," Tifa groaned Cloud almost pitied her but the idea that he was getting a butt-load of revenge on her through his mother was priceless.
"Hot damn, Cloudy! You're on a roll! Now remember what we said when I agreed to let you do this!"
"Mom, I really don't want to go over this right now. I mean I'm totally not alone!"
Zack lifted his head, immediately interested.
"Go away!" Cloud mouthed.
Zack nestled closer, wiggling like the puppy he likened to.
"No! You say it now or do I have to say it loud in front of Tifa! I'll give her ammunition, don't mess with me kid!"
"No! No, no, no! I'll say it, jeez."
"What did we talk about, Cloudy?"
Cloud blushed and turned away from Zack who leaned closer ready to grab him if he tried to run somewhere private. "Just because I'm going to Midgar doesn't mean I have to be Midgar trash. No tattoos or outlandish piercings until I'm eighteen. No extensive drinking except for celebratory occasions, even though getting a BM is celebratory in Nibelhiem."
"Don't get smart, fucker."
"I also swear not to bring home any strange punani unless it's some kinda exotic fruit…"
"It is if you think about it," Zack said snickering.
"Shut up!" Cloud hissed. "And if I do, I should not come anywhere near, around, or in said punani. All Midgar punani should be treated like a HazMat until I meet the right one.
Zack's eyes widened his mouth agape.
"And?"
"And," He blushed redder. "should I choose oranges over apples, I solemnly swear not to spread my jizz in anyone…."
"OR?"
"Or have anyone else's in me…"
"Or where?"
"On me…" Cloud said painfully.
Zack cracked and fell backwards off the bed in a loud guffaw. "OH GAIA! I can't do this!"
"Shut up man, it's not funny!"
"PUNANI!"
"Good boy!" she said sweetly. "And put that fucking 2nd Class Ass on the phone!"
"Mom, that's not really necessary!"
"Give him the damn phone, dammit!"
"Yes ma'am." Cloud leaned over the bed looking down on Zack who rolled in the blanket screaming "jizz" and "punani" in between laughter. Cloud kicked him and put the phone to his ear. "She wants to talk to you."
Zack wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to clear his throat. His voice came out crackly from laughing. "Hello, Ms. Strife?"
"That's Mrs. Strife to you, ya hackling bastard. What's your name, boy?"
"Ahem, Zack Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class, ma'am." Zack said politely, trying not to giggle.
"Well Zack Fair, you know that's my baby you call yourself shacking up with right?"
"I wouldn't call it shackin' ma'am. He's just stayin here for the time bein'."
"Uh-huh. Right," Alina said skeptically. "Why don't you hush that laughin' for a second and let me talk to ya for a minute. How old are you sweetheart?"
"Nineteen, ma'am." Zack grinned. "She called me sweetheart."
"She did? Uh oh," Cloud said leaning closer to hear.
"Ah you all grown up and shit, how cute," she said sweetly. "Well Zackary Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class, Nineteen years old, I want you to listen and humor an old woman."
"Sure, ma'am." Zack wasn't prepared for how her tone darkened and her words became so serious.
"You got my baby boy over there and having been the one to have raised him for fifteen fucking years, I know my little Cloudy is cute as fuck with an ass like nobody's business. Now be honest and say you've noticed and I won't have to flay your ass."
Zack's grin faded and he looked at Cloud with wide eyes. "Yes, ma'am I noticed."
"Good, you just earned some brownie points for honesty, Zacky boy. Now, being a SOLDIER and all I know for a fact you've been chasin' strange since your first mission, am I right?"
Zack winced and grudgingly replied. "Yes ma'am, I have been."
"Good you admitted to checking out my baby, you admit you aren't a virgin, and you've been real polite bout it so let's make this quick. If I so much as hear about you dippin' your little limp noodle in my Cloud without the intent of makin' an honest man out of him I will hop the next fuckin boat to Midgar, find you, and rub icy hot on your balls an proceed to beat your ass unmercifully with a whip while pouring 150 proof Nibelhiem whisky on your welts, you get me!" Cloud gave a look of confusion when Zack grabbed his crotch protectively. "I will find you and when you do, you better chop your balls off before I get to them because that will be more merciful than what I will fucking do to them when I get a hold to them. I will fucking FIND you and sauté your dick and fucking EAT it, you get me, Zack Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class?"
"YES MA'AM!"
"Good, cause Cloud is my baby and he deserves nothing but the best that any fucking body has to give him. Don't fuck with me kid, I am bigger and badder than any fuckin general you've ever been under and I will come down there and vomit blood in your face while I use a cork screw to castrate you if I hear Cloud so much as shed a tear for you while he's in your care! Now say you get me!"
Zack gulped when he heard dishes break in the background and a girl scream "Holy shit, Alina!"
"Watch your mouth, Tifa! I said, do you get me SOLDIER?"
"YES SIR! I mean ma'am! AH!"
"Good boy," Alina reverted back to her sweet housewife visage, ignoring Tifa's frightened glances. "Now darling, put my baby boy back on and you have a nice day. Watch your nuts okay?"
Zack swallowed hard and handed the phone back to Cloud. Cloud blinked at the shell shocked expression on the brunette's face. He put the phone to his ear.
"Um, mom?"
"Yes, hun?"
"What did you tell Zack?"
"Oh nothing, just shared some old war stories with him from your grandfather. I think it got a little too thick for him."
"Um, okay then. Anyway, I'm okay mom and I promise I'll be good. I'll be too busy to get laid so it's cool."
"No such thing as a boy being too busy to fuck, baby. Now listen, you call me more often and don't forget about me. Now you go have fun and tell Zackary kisses!" Cloud heard Tifa drop more breakables. "Cloudy let me go before this Amazon breaks all my good damn dishes."
"Alright mom. I love you."
"I love you too, Cloudy. Be strong and do your best."
Cloud nodded with a sweet smile on his face. Zack almost caved in at that adorable expression but images of icy hot and blood made him shiver and return to his shell shocked state. Cloud hung up with her with a sweet kiss to the speaker. He looked at Zack who immediately dove into his arms and bawled.
"Oh god I was so scared! Your mother is fucking Hannibal fucking Lector! She wanted to chop off and eat my penis Cloud! She wanted to eat little Zack!"
"Oh yeah that, didn't I mention mom's dad use to be in the military? He taught her everything he knows including the art of psychological and physical torture! While he was alive, he taught me how to hunt a man down with a bowie knife and piano wire." Cloud said beaming as if talking about the weather.
Zack looked at Cloud and slowly backed away from him. "…THE FUCK?"
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Reno breathed in deep and grinned. "OH YES! Costa De Sol, where the beaches are fine and the bitches are finer! We talkin' nonstop wine, women, and hoochie coochie! I've never felt so at home before in my entire life! Well except when I went to the Honey Bee Inn for first time but that place is a dump compared to the ass and opportunity I'm seein' out here, yo."
Tseng took shallow breaths, his body doing battle with the heat. "Shut up, Reno."
Reno snickered and helped Tseng to the hotel. "See, ain't ya glad I suggested we come incognito, yo! Know you hate the heat, partner."
Tseng was grateful for that. He'd traded out his Turk uniform for a cool short sleeved white hoodie jacket over a wife beater and a pair of khaki cargo pants made of a very light breathable material. A jade Wutain Coin hung from his neck with the face of one of the Da-Chao inscribed in it. He didn't know where Reno had found this attire for him, but the redhead had made good on his promise to get something inconspicuous but "stylish." He never knew Reno was a clothing hound and idly wondered if it was a redhead thing. Reno himself was decked in a pair of cut-off shorts and muscle shirt with a button up shirt thrown carelessly over his shoulder. A pair of shades covered his eyes and his usual goggles had been packed in his duffle. When Tseng had asked why he even bothered to wear the goggles that he never seemed to use, the answer was simpler than he'd thought. The goggles kept his hair from spilling into his eyes. True enough, the material red hair fell over his shades in feathery layers that he ever now and then had to push out of his eyes. All in all, they made an attractive pair with their choke collars adding a nice affect to their ensembles and the women watched with interests as the two tourists made their way to the hotel.
Tseng checked them in and guzzled down a full bottle of water to cool off. A bellhop got their bags up to their room and it took a moment for him to realize that it was the presidential suite. The suite Vincent had brought them to. He felt the telltale ache in his chest but he pushed it aside. This was business. They waited until the help left before they both set down across from each other and rolled out their respective duffels. An assortment of guns, knives, ammo, and materia lay before them. Reno whistled at Tseng's knife collection.
"Always close and personal, eh Tseng?"
"Call me a sensualist," Tseng remarked with a smirk.
"You got enough tools here to paint that ass like a Rembrant," Reno lit a cigarette. "What's your sweet spot?"
"Abdominal aorta," Tseng said, choosing which knives to load up with.
"Quick kill, that don't sound like you."
Tseng looked at him through steely gray eyes. "You ever have assassination missions? You sneak up behind them while their dining on wine and women and whisper in their ear, making them believe they have hope then the knife just goes in to that spot just to the left of the spine. Smooth, don't feel it. Then they just drop, never had a chance." Tseng shivered and moaned his next words. "Rúcǐ zhēnguì." So precious.
Reno laughed shaking his head. "Ya sick, Tseng, and you make people like it!"
"What's yours, Reno? I've never seen you on assassination missions."
"Covert never was my style, yo. But when I had to, I'd always go for the top of the spinal cord, right into the base of the skull either with a knife, needle, or the MagRod set to kill. I got so good at it, I kinda do it like a hug. Just go up to 'em talkin' all chummy and shit and give em good hug. When I get to the part where I pat 'em on the back, bam!" Reno slapped his hands together. "Needle straight into the base of the skull! I'm the last thing they see. Quick, clean and sexy as fuck, yo!"
Tseng chuckled. "Slick fox; I expect nothing less from you."
"You're the one who nearly bust a nut to the thought of bleedin a guy out from his spine!"
"I get off to finer things, thank you," Tseng said waving one of his blades.
"What the fuck ever, yo," Reno murmured getting up. "When we headin' out?"
"We're meeting them at 2300 right on the dot."
"Cool, I can booze up and take a nap for a little bit."
"No booze," Tseng ordered.
"Awe man! Really?"
"They say the new Don's smart and quick. We need to be fully aware for this, though I think we can draw up a compromise being their number one customers."
"Yeah…we gotta do something about that. I ain't bout to get my damn head blown off just cuz Heidegger's fat ass is trying to carve a name out of mine!"
"My thoughts exactly. The best way, would be to let ourselves be caught."
"Yep, and spread all our weapons where they can see them, yo."
"And walk right into the trap they set for us, yes?" Tseng said as if speaking to someone other than Reno.
Reno leaned against the counter. "Well come on man, ya really thought we didn't know ya'll were here already!"
Six men with guns came from random corners of the room, all of them slightly uneasy that they had been found out. All were tanned or dark skinned, heavily tattooed and much bigger than Tseng and Reno. Tseng sat calmly on his heels as they aimed their shotguns and machines guns at the two Turks.
"How da fuck you two knew we was 'round?"
"Setting us up in the same suite as the Turk who downed your last Don, fuckin' insultin' man," Reno clicked his tongue.
"Having your female operatives watching us get off the boat, that was quite a nice treat."
"Yeah, I'll admit, if I wasn't Turk I would've been distracted by the tits and ass. But ya gotta do better than that. Plus we could smell your asses when we walked in."
"And I could hear your breaths. Those muscles must be a heavy burden," Tseng said smoothly.
"It dun matta. Ya caught and ya ain't goin nowhere. We got six to ya two, so just come quietly or come dead."
Reno snorted. "You said come."
"Reno?"
"Yeah boss man?"
"Should we follow our original plan or should we make them suffer for this insult?"
"Fuck it, I like makin' shit up as I go!"
Tseng smirked. "Well said!"
Before the gunmen could react, Tseng flicked six shuriken from their pockets and hit two of them fatally in their femoral arteries. They went down with a cry, distracting the other men away from Reno for a split second.
"Too sweet," Reno whispered, pulling a glock from under the cabinet and shooting three in their heads.
Tseng sprung from his spot on the floor and tackled the survivor to the floor, straddling him and pressing a blade dangerously hard against his throat. He put a hand over the man's mouth. "Shh…struggle too much and you'll end up like your buddies."
Reno walked around with a bottle of beer in his hand, taking a swig every time he shot the still bleeding gunmen in their heads. He sung a little and smiled as he went to each. "One, shot, two, shot, all I hear is gunshots; this is where the fun stops!"
The trapped survivor looked at Reno with wide eyes of fear. He looked up at Tseng and nodded. Tseng smirked and remove his hand from the man's mouth. "Good boy. Now tell me, does your boss know what you're doing here?"
Unable to find his voice, the man shook his head.
"Hmm…too bad for you…that mean he won't know you're gone, now will he?"
The higher thugs looked at the room painted red by the blood of their grunts. They looked at each other unsure of what to say about the scene before them. Clips were laid neatly on the floor and the guns had been disassembled in nice little rows. Their men hung from the ceiling, piano wire cutting into their throats and wrists as they swung like piñatas. A very cold chill ran up their spine as they realized the mistake they had made when they heard their leader clearing a path in the hallway. They straightened their ties and suits as he walked in, an intimidating six-three. His suit was crisp, clean, and almost obsessively neat. He stepped into the room casually, none of his subordinates being able to tell if he was angry or not. He lifted his shaven head to take in the carnage, his neck revealing a small glimpse of a tattoo starting just beneath his pierced ears. He looked up at the remains of his insubordinate men through expensive specialty shades. Painted on the wall was a bloody message that made his fists tighten around the brass knuckles he wore.
U Done Goofed, Yo!
The Don turned and looked at each of his associates, his face emotionless. They began to shift their eyes this way and that, unsure of what to make of that gaze. Without the truth of his eyes, they didn't know whether to start explaining or just shoot themselves in the head.
Rude cracked his knuckles around the brass. "So who wants to explain this bullshit?"
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A/N: TeeHee, Rude's a fuggin' G! (fangirl squeal then chokes) okay, enough of that. oh god this took forever! Lol longest one yet I believe. Ugh and I've been so sick lately, I even hallucinated a little bit! Gotta love fevers. So long awaited chapter. I think it came out well. Btw, I've been like dying to do a more detailed sex scene since the chapters are now longer but I just wonder if there should be more sex in it. Don't want it to be page to page porn but like there are few characters that need to fuckin' get it on otherwise the plot won't thicken like it should be. I mean, do you prefer your cream whipped and fluffy or runny? Whipped and Fluff, dur! Anyway, the next chapter won't take as long because I'm not as sick as I was before in the middle of writing this. So as always Read and Review. Also, got a few Omakes for this so don't be surprised if the next chapter or the chapter after it is an Omake.
Now, the things that have happened in this chapter will bleed over into the next chapter cause there's a lot of ground to cover before we have Cloud and Sephiroth begin their slow gravitation toward each other. To answer some wonders, no this will not follow the cannon. Some things will happen that are cannon but they will be altered or completely changed because…well I'm having too much fun to make this completely dark.
I think that's enough info for now. Stay tuned for the next episode "Insult to Injury."
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