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Snow Day	By : Zerachiel Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 7487 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Snow Day – General and a Turk

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Standing in front of the mirror, seventeen year old Tseng once more pulled on his pony tail to make sure it was snug against his head. Today was his first day as a Turk; was he nervous? Oh, you bet your ass off he was.

Sighing softly, Tseng looked over his reflection. His eyes were slowly returning to their natural dark brown, the green Mako glow dissipating. Who would have thought that would be the one thing to instantly disqualify him from the SOLDIER program? He had spent the past month in the hospital recovering from severe Mako poisoning from his first injection to simply test to see if his body could handle it.

No, he could not...

It was there at the hospital as he was trying to figure out what to do with his life, now that he had turned his back on his own people, that he was approached by the Turks. They had been impressed with his ability to wield a sword and accuracy with a gun and promptly offered him a position when he woke from his coma.

It was not the original job he wanted, but he would take it for the time being.

"Attention Turks, we have a lost kitten in the facility. I repeat we have a lost kitten. Priority: the highest."

Standing up, Tseng pushed the ear piece a little more into his ear. 'Kitten'? Shit, he did not know the code names yet! That was supposed to be covered over the next few days.

Growling, he quickly moved from the bathroom and headed out, he had no idea what he was looking for. Was it a person or the President's son's kitten? Rounding the corner, he felt relief was over him seeing his boss moving towards him.

"Tseng, I was just looking for you." Veld walked up to his newest Turk, his brown eyes sweeping the hall quickly. "I know you are new, but this is of the utmost importance." Veld started to walk down the hallway, Tseng kept in perfect step with the man.

"Kitten is the code name for one of Professor Hojo's latest experiment. His name is Sephiroth, it seems he crashed a Shinra helicopter and fled from the accident before anyone could make sure he was alright. No one has seen him since and he must be found, immediately."

Tseng nodded, understanding. If the subject was hurt, it needed to be treated right away and if it was this high on the priority list, this 'Sephiroth' was very valuable to Shinra.

"What am I looking for?"

Veld stopped and turned to look at the newest Turk. "He's very easy to spot; long silver hair and Mako green eyes that glow. I want you to take the helicopter deck and the next eight floors below it; Sephiroth is known to prefer high places."

Nodding once more, Tseng headed off for the first floor in his search.

It took six minutes for him to reach the top most floor of the massive Shinra building. Moving out onto the helicopter deck, he was instantly hit with the massive winds. Glancing up, he saw dark clouds rolling in. A nasty storm was coming in; the winds were going to get ten times worse soon.

A rope tied off to the landing gears of the helicopter instantly caught his attention as he walked further out onto the pad. "Oh, no..." Racing forward, he followed the rope as it ran across the pad and right off the edge of the building. Hitting his knees and gripping onto the building, Tseng looked over the edge. God, he hated heights. Swallowing, he looked down, he could see about three stories down there was a tiny figure with brilliant silver hair clutching onto the rope like his very life depended on it.

'You have got to be kidding me.'

"Sephiroth?"

Slowly, a little face full of fear looked up at Tseng. 'Oh Gaia, it is a kid!' The face looking up at him had to be no older than seven years old. Taking a quick glance over the child, Tseng took note that he was, in fact, injured. A large gash ran across the boy's temple, drenching part of the silver hair and his clothes with blood.

"Sephiroth, how many floors down are you? Can you see into the room you're in front of?"

Sephiroth visibly swallowed and looked in front of him. "Three floors down! It's construction! Please help me!" The voice was terrified and pulled at Tseng's heart.

"Hold on, I'm coming to get you."

Leaping back on to his feet, a plan quickly formed in his head. Scaling the outside of the building would put them in no better of a place than the young boy was already in. A helicopter rescue would take too long to get the man power up here and there was a chance the wash from the rotor would blow the poor kid right off his rope.

As he raced for the door, Tseng grabbed one of the many tie down ropes coiled on the pad. Rushing through the stairwell door, he started to strip of his constricting jacket and dropped it along the way without a care. He was taking the stairs three at a time on his way down, his fingers working at the buttons of his sleeves. Making quick work of them, he half-ass rolled them up; they would just get in his way. Reaching the second floor down, he uncoiled part of the rope and slung the rest over his left shoulder before starting to shape himself a make shift safety harness.

He leapt over the last railing and burst through the door on to the floor.

Sephiroth was right, it was a construction zone. Plastic hung all over the place; power tools were stationed at odd places, some still having dry wall sitting on them. Moving through the plastic, Tseng started looking for anything heavy he could use to shatter a window. Moving into an area still under demolition, he wanted to scream in triumph; sitting against a half demolished wall were two sledge hammers, someone up there liked him.

Grabbing the larger of the two, he started to race along the windows, trying to find any sign of the little boy.

There! Setting the hammer down, he moved over to one of the support pillars and quickly secured the other end of his rope to the sturdy structure. Yanking on the rope to make sure it was secure around him and the pillar, Tseng grabbed the hammer once more and raced for the window.

Seeing the terrified child with his face hidden, he quickly rapped on the glass to gain his attention. He did not want to frighten the child by just slamming the hammer into the window. The little head shot up and wide tear filled, cat slit eyes met his. 'So that's why they call him kitten.' Tseng thought before shaking it from his mind. He held up the hammer, trying to convey to the terrified little boy that he was going to smash the window.

Understanding what the Turk was saying, Sephiroth nodded his little head. His numb hands gripping onto the rope tighter and he pulled himself up into as small as ball as possible to protect himself.

'Smart kid...' Thanking every deity he could think of for his father forcing him into those many years of battle training, he swung the hammer with as much force as he could.

The window cracked and splintered, "Fuck! God damn, Shinra." They made shit too well; when they wanted to. Raising the hammer again, he struck the window harder, this time the window shattered. Throwing the hammer down, he moved to the edge of the building, gripping onto the edge of the window minding the still broken glass. In the back of his mind, he registered that an alarm was sounding in the building.

"Grab my hand!" Tseng called while reaching out. However, Sephiroth was still a good three feet from him. Stepping out on to the small ledge below the window, Tseng stretched out as far as he could. Sephiroth looked at the extended hand; he was shivering violently as the Mako in his body was losing out to the biting cold.

Releasing the rope with one hand, Sephiroth reached out for the Turk. The release of his dominant hand was enough for his other to lose what little strength it had left.

It was like he was trapped in a slow motion movie; Tseng watched horror fill those glowing eyes as little fingers lost the battle with the biting cold and gravity.

Without a second thought, Tseng leapt from the edge of building. He felt the sharp shards of glass ripping into the sensitive flesh of his left arm, heard the tearing of the fabric; though none of that mattered, as his right hand wrapped around the wrist of the tiny boy. Gripping as hard as he could, he flinched in pain as the rope suddenly snapped tight and dug painfully into his hips and groin.

Panting, Tseng's left hand gripped the rope above him, as his right had a death grip on the little boy. Sephiroth in turn had an extreme death grip on his arm; tears were running unchecked down his cheeks. "Don't let me go!"

Tightening his hold, Tseng gave him a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I won't. I'm Tseng of the Turks, it's my first day."

Sephiroth looked up at him with a very small smile crossed his face. "Some first day, huh?"

Chuckling, Tseng closed his eyes as a sudden wave of dizziness swept over him. Opening his eyes, he looked up feeling for the first time; he could see warm sticky liquid running down his arm, his once white shirt was now brilliant crimson. 'Shit…'

Still clutching the rope with a quickly numbing hand, he looked down at the small boy. "I'm gonna pull you up, when I get my legs around you, I want you to let go and put your arms around my neck. I know it's scary, but trust me."

Sephiroth gave a small whimper, but nodded. Bracing himself, Tseng pulled on all his strength, it was slow going because of the awkward position he was forced to pull the boy up with, but he managed to get him parallel with his chest.

Swinging his legs up, he wrapped them tightly around the little boy's waist and locking them in around Sephiroth's legs, effectively locking the boy to him.

"Alright… on the count of three, grab on around my neck."

Sephiroth was shivering violently, but nodded.

Tseng counted loudly and steadily, "One…two…three!"

Before Tseng even got three out, he felt the death grip shift from his wrist to the back of his neck. He wrapped his free arm around Sephiroth, adding some more stability. He slowly flexed his fingers, getting the feeling back into them. The kid had a hell of a grip.

"TSENG!"

Looking up, he saw several faces staring down at them through the broken glass. "Found him!" Tseng called, with a strained grin.

Veld shook his head. "Hold on, we'll pull you up."

"Not exactly like I'm going anywhere..."Tseng muttered. Giggling reached his ears, causing him to smile. Looking back up, he could hear people rushing around in the room above them. Thankfully they had only fallen about ten feet from the floor.

"PULL!" The rope jerked and the two slowly started to move up towards the broken window.

Shortly after, several pairs of strong arms were pulling them up into the safety of the building. Sephiroth still had a death grip around his neck, his little face buried in the crook of his neck.

"You two are freezing." A large black coat was draped over Sephiroth as the boy was the worst of the two.

"Tseng, can you stand?" Nodding while still holding the young boy, Tseng slowly pushed himself up. No sooner had he got his feet under him, his legs gave out, no longer able to support his own weight. The Turks around him quickly grabbed him.

"Get the medics up here."

Being set back on the ground, he saw black creeping into his vision. "Tseng?" hearing the young voice he tried to focus in on those bright Mako eyes. He gave a small smile before his world went black.

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It was just hitting midnight when the black car pulled up in front of the small apartment complex.

"You going to be okay?" pulling his head off the window, Tseng looked over to the young Turk who had driven him home.

"I'll be fine, thank you." He did not remember her name, but he was still pretty drugged up. Because of his severe reaction to Mako the doctors had not dared to use a cure on him, at least not until the remaining Mako was out of his system. He was patched up the old fashioned way with stitches and drugs.

"Alright, someone will be here tomorrow morning around eight to pick you up. Veld is letting you come in late." Nodding, Tseng left the car and headed up to his new apartment.

Fumbling with his keys, he hid a yawn behind his hand. This was a hell of a first day, if this was how everyday was going to be, there was never going to be a dull one.

When Tseng finally got the door open he wobbled his way into the room in dropping his laptop on the couch. Though he is normally picky about clothes being left on the floor, he peeled his ruined, blood soaked shirt off and let it drop to the floor. His shoes and pants soon followed, as he made his way to his room.

"Fuck pants…" He muttered. In nothing more than his boxers, Tseng collapsed onto his bed. He did not know what they gave him, but he could get used to it.

It felt like he had just closed his eyes when he heard the annoying screech of his home phone. Grumbling in his native tongue, he reached out his fingers searching blindly for the phone sitting on the night stand. Feeling the slick plastic of the receiver, he pulled it over while trying to hide a loud yawn.

"Tseng." He mumbled, already starting to fall back asleep.

"Tseng, I need you back at Shinra. Kitten has gone missing again."

'Does that man ever sleep?' Tseng thought as he glanced over to the bedside table; he read it was three in the morning. Suppressing a groan, Tseng slumped back down on his pillow. From this slight movement he felt his leg brush up against something warm and smooth. Freezing with the phone still to his ear, his foggy drug filled mind started coming back into sharp focus.

"Tseng, what's going on?" Veld asked, alerted by the sudden stilling of his breathing over the phone.

"Sec." Slowly, while still holding the phone to his ear, Tseng reached under his pillow, his fingers wrapping around the grip of his gun. He gradually pushed himself up and from this new vantage he could see a large bump under the blankets next to him. Setting the phone done on the blankets, gun ready, he slowly pulled the blankets back.

The first thing to greet his eyes was a mess of medium length silver hair against the dark sheets. 'How the hell…?' Lowering the pistol once more, Tseng shook his head and quickly picked the phone back up. "Boss, I think I had a little lost kitten follow me home."

There was silence on the other end for several minutes. "Sir?" Tseng asked making sure the connection had not dropped.

"We'll be sending a car to pick up the package shortly."

Looking over at the sleeping boy Tseng sighed softly, "Sir, permission to allow the kitten to sleep and bring him back to his owners tomorrow." The silence stretched for longer this time but Tseng knew Veld was probably speaking with Sephiroth's care takers.

"That is fine, his care takers have been notified, I shall see you at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow."

After setting the phone back on the receiver he turned to replace his pistol to its place beneath his pillow. Rubbing tired eyes, he looked down at the little boy curled up on his second pillow, fast asleep in little sword covered pajamas. 'How did you get over here, Sephiroth?' Tseng thought to himself.

For several minutes the new Turk sat and watched the young boy silently, he had to admit he kind of missed this feeling. Before he left Wutai, his baby sister would do the same thing if she was upset or had a bad dream.

'I'd better put some pants on if nothing else, don't need someone coming in seeing me sleeping in the same bed as a child with just boxers on…' Tseng though, deciding that situation would not go over very well. Stumbling around from still being drugged out of his head, Tseng managed to find his sleeping pants and pulled them on.

Slipping back into bed, he lay down on his back and folded his arms back behind his head while being careful not to put too much pressure on his shredded arm. He had done a number on himself this time; the side and underneath of his arm looked like he got in a fight with a wolf… and lost.

He had just closed his eyes when he heard the sheets shifting next to him and the pressure of a body pressed in next to him, a little head came to rest on his shoulder. A small content sigh was all he heard from the small silver demon. At this rate, Tseng was going to be as gray as the kid by his next birthday.

Tseng sighed softly and unhooked his arms from behind his head, moving his injured arm to gently rest over Sephiroth. This was just like with his baby sister, if she was scared or hurt she would crawl into his bed and cuddle up next to him. The simple motion of placing the arm around her seemed to calm her fears; maybe it would help with the demon.

He felt the boy almost melt at the touch and nuzzled in farther. How starved for attention was this kid?

"Does it hurt?"

Not expecting Sephiroth to talk, he jumped a little and looked down at the little boy. Mako eyes were staring up at him from his shoulder.

'He's his own personal night light.' Tseng thought. He had never seen Mako eyes glowing that brightly, it was like they had been dipped in glow in the dark.

"Does what hurt?" He asked. Glowing eyes shifted to where his arm was resting. "Oh, not really. The Shinra doctors are pretty good at what they do."

Seeming satisfied with that answer Sephiroth closed his eyes once more.

"Why were you hanging off the side of the Shinra building?"

Glowing eyes blinked open and looked up at him once more. "I crashed a helicopter."

"You crashed a helicopter and so decided to take a swing off the top of the building?" Tseng responded, a little incredulous.

The little head shook side to side, "No, I heard the scientists talking about when they were young and they said they used to sneak in through their windows if they were in trouble. I left my bedroom window open so I could sneak in!"

Tseng blinked several times, his drug laced brain trying to catch up with what the boy was saying. 'Sephiroth's quarters are…?' He realized did not know where the little boy lived.

"Wait, you were trying to sneak into your room and that lead you to repel off the top of the building?"

Sephiroth gave him a look that screamed 'well duh', before he responded with "My room is on the eighty fifth floor."

'Wait what?' Shinra Tower was one hundred stories at the helipad, with another few floors above it that were only accessible to the president.

"You tried to repel fifteen stories down? Do you even know how to repel?" The little head shook again.

"Enough talk... night time."

Blinking again, Tseng regarded the boy, "Did you just.."

"Hush."

Did that kid honestly just tell him to hush? Closing his eyes, Tseng resisted the urge to just start beating his head into the pillow.

This kid was going to be the death of him.

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Present day

Setting his coffee down, Tseng rubbed his temples while glaring at his laptop. During the time in which the boys were on vacation, the four Turks were still expected to do their normal work load.

Still situated at their little corner table, the four Turks had commandeered another table and had their laptops and paper work spread out across it. The information they were currently working on was nothing sensitive, which was the only reason they were doing it out in the open and not locked away in Tseng's room.

Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Tseng slowly raised his head from its hanging position while making sure to look like he was still looking at the paper in front of him, instead relying on peripheral vision.

'Oh lord, what did they do now?' Tseng thought, seeing a set of Mako green eyes looking in from the corner of the window on the far side of the Inn's bar. The eyes landed on him before quickly disappearing; a second later he could make out five Mako fueled figures shooting passed the window and around the side of the building.

Rubbing his temples, Tseng slumped back into his chair; his eyes looking up at the ceiling. Squashing down the growl building up in his throat, he pushed himself out of the chair.

"I'll be back, keep working." He muttered to the rest of the group.

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a chocolate bar. It was a hard to find Wutai candy that Sephiroth was absolutely addicted to; this was his last ditched bribe if the man refused to speak.

Stowing it in his pocket, he headed up towards Sephiroth's room. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before the man would make his entrance.

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