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The Tangled Trilogy	By : wolfkin59 Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor do I make money from the writing of this fan fic. Thus why it's FAN FICTION.

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Entangled:
It hadn't been difficult to track down Elena. She'd been outside Tseng's office when they'd left earlier.
It had actually been slightly more of a challenge to get her away from there so they could have a...chat. Not that they'd hurt a fellow TURK without due cause, but there were some things she needed to be able to figure out on her own.
"Yo, 'lena! Come here a sec!"
Elena relented after ten minutes, realizing the redhead wasn't going to shut up.* Walking over, she said, "What do you want, Reno?"
Rude glanced into the office next to Tseng's, noted that Rufus was inside it—as was only fitting; it was his office—and jerked his head toward the nearest empty office. It was the one he shared with Reno, and it was on the other side of Rufus's because they were TURKs and it was their job to bodyguard their boss. Elena's office was on the other side of Tseng's.
When they were all three in the room, Rude shut the door.
"So what's this about?" Elena asked again.
"Helicopter," rumbled Rude. He was still annoyed. Reno hadn't quite been shut up by the gag, so there had been noise for the whole trip back.
"Yeah, I found—" began the blond, then froze.
"You stole my wings, yo!" Reno snarled, furious.
"How was I supposed to know it was yours?" she shouted back, scared that they were going to tell Tseng. Then she got a good look at Rude. She gulped.
He had this way of going so still that his presence became the proverbial white elephant in the room, ruining whomever he was pissed off at. It was something that all the TURKs and Rufus could do, be so still that only an idiot could think they weren't extremely dangerous. But Rufus tended to go for casual precision, while Tseng was always somewhat stiff out of formality and an awareness of his job as TURK Commander, and Elena was still a rookie and couldn't do it at will. When the ever-active Reno went still, things were about to go to hell in a handbasket. But when Rude went still instead of just seeming to lumber along like a mountain, it meant his target was going to really suffer for however long it took him to wipe the floor with whomever had sparked his normally buried temper.
"And you couldn't wait to see if someone'd come back to it?" Reno's eyes glowed with the force of his temper. "Didn't you THINK?"
This coming from someone notorious for leaping before he looks, as the saying goes, Rude thought to himself, hand to his face in disgust. Hopefully she realizes how badly she messed up, since she's being lectured on it by the only other TURK likely to do anything similar.
"USE YOUR HEAD!" snapped Reno. "Does anyone who is not a TURK or is unaccompanied by TURKs do anything with a ShinRa helicopter in groups of less than five since the Meteor Incident with Sephiroth?"
"... No," Elena said hesitantly.
"Can you tell me why that is?" Rude interrupted the furious diatribe with forced calm, intent on making sure the rookie of the TURKs learned something from this.
Reno shut his mouth, jaw clenched against the words that wanted out. He knew that if he botched what his partner was trying to teach Elena, it wouldn't be only the blond woman who was treated to the side of his temper that Rude showed his comrades.
"Because...we're TURKs and we have priority?"
"No," said Rude. "Popular opinion."
The confused look said she didn't get it. Rude threw a glance at Reno from the corner of his sunglasses. That was all it took to tell the redhead to explain further.
"Yo, think, 'lena! Is ShinRa, Corp. popular right now?"
"No."
"Right, yo, because of the problems with the reactors and the Meteor Incident and all that stuff. So, think. Some of them wanted to kill every ShinRa employee they could even before all of that. More of them do now, yo. Not even Rufus goes places without at least two TURKs with him. Why? Because almost everyone in the world wants us all dead." He was losing most of his slum-beginnings accent, which told Elena better than any words how serious he really was.
"But AVALANCHE, Cloud's group—they forgave us!" protested Elena.
Reno snorted. "Yeah, yo. They did. Which is why most people aren't actively hunting us." Heaving a disgruntled sigh, he turned to Rude. "Yo, Rude, I need some downtime. Let's go get something to drink."
Rude eyed his crimson-haired lover impassively. "Bath first," he decided.
The redhead opened his mouth to protest, then remembered their last mission. "Fine, yo," he grumbled. "Then we go out."
Since Rude's reply was a grunt, Reno took it for granted that he agreed, however unhappily.

It was bath time for Reno. The tub in use was their smaller one, the one for solitary cleaning. Their other tub was huge, well able to fit both TURKs at the same time. But Rude had picked this one, because he'd already showered while Reno dithered over where he wanted them to go afterwards.
Reno came up spluttering, snarled curses about the water in his nose, and wiped ineffectually at his eyes. "Ruuuuude!" he whined. "Ya got soap in my eyes, yo!" His elbow bumped the shampoo bottle, knocking it onto its side.
Rude grunted. He was trying to help Reno get all the dried gore out of his hair...and so far he wasn't sure it was working. But he grabbed a dry washcloth, set it over Reno's eyes, and kissed him.
"Shut up and hold it there," he said briskly. Without further ado, he pulled the plug from the drain, turned the water back on, and used the shower head to rinse out his lover's hair.
The feeling of fingers running through his hair was pure heaven for Reno, who purred like a cat and twined himself around Rude, dragging him into the water, too. It soaked the bald man's suit, but since when had Reno payed attention to little details like that? He ran his hands up and down the larger man's sides, a Cheshire cat grin on his face. What happened next was in neither of their plans.
Rude stepped back, meaning to sit down on the edge of the tub and have some fun with his redheaded lover. But the overturned shampoo bottle hadn't been shut, and it had leaked.
The bald man's foot slid out from under him, knocked Reno's from under the smaller TURK as well, and both fell. Rude felt the back of his other knee hit the edge of the tub as he tried to keep his balance - and suddenly he was on his back, both legs draped over the side of the tub, and Reno had just landed on his middle.
Reno struggled to get his arm out from under his lover, but it was a challenge since the floor had been liberally splashed with water when they fell out and his feet kept slipping from lack of traction. Swaying a bit as he regained his feet, he rasped, "Yo, thanks, Rude. Floors like me better than I like them." His sopping wet hair clung to his shoulders and cheeks, his lips were a little kiss-swollen, and he was rubbing the knot on the back of his head from his chocobo incident earlier. "I'll make it up to you when we get back tonight, yo. Big time." He probably didn't notice that his lower lip was sticking out, but the bald man was sure Reno was pouting because he kept having these accidents.
Today has not been good for Reno. Tonight will be good for both of us. And Reno was pure enchantment with his sexy body all wet, and his hooded, slyly mischievous green eyes. Not that the bald man minded in the least.
It took Rude a moment to catch his breath, but he staggered to his feet and they finished cleaning themselves up—in Rude's case, for the second time in less than an hour.
Then they donned fresh clothes and went to the Seventh Heaven.

The Highwind was still being repaired, but from the looks of things, the group had gathered again for one of those reunions Yuffie was so insistent on. Personally, Reno thought she just wanted more chances to steal whatever materia the rest of the group had managed to acquire while she wasn't around.
Tifa Lockheart was still the bartender at the Seventh Heaven. Not that Reno and Rude had really expected otherwise; that birdbrained blond** she so obviously loved seemed to have no intention of settling down with her.
More foolish than Reno, in a way, Rude thought to himself. Reno wouldn't take no for an answer from me. Then he shook his head. None of my business, he told himself firmly.
"Yo, Tifa!" Reno called. "Our usual, please!"
Tifa smiled. "Coming right up. How have you two been?"
Reno took to the subject happily, ranting and raving about how his life had been lately. Rude shook his head, hid his amusement, sipped his drink and looked around.
There were more people than there used to be. Of course, Midgar itself was much better off than it had been, and between them, Rufus and Reeve had been trying to improve the conditions everywhere on Gaia, including in the slums and Wutai.
About the only thing missing was the sight of those who had died, such as Zach and Aeris. Of course, just because they weren't seen didn't mean their presence wasn't felt. And it didn't bother TURKs or those of Cloud's group. No one really knew whether the other customers felt anything.
Just as the two TURKs were starting to relax, there came a bellow of rage from one of the guest rooms Tifa kept for her comrades. Footsteps pounded down the hallway, and down the stairs hurtled three people.
Yuffie zoomed out the door, triumphant. "Ha ha ha, suckers!" she called back to Barret Wallace and Cid Highwind.
Barret shook his gun arm at her. "Get your ass back here, goddammit!" It was an impressive roar, but it would have been more impressive if he hadn't had to use one hand to hold up his pants.
She stole his belt? Rude wondered.
"Dammit, I knew I shoulda said no to these stupid kids when the Tiny Bronco crashed!" snarled Cid, rushing out the door after his erstwhile comrade dressed only in underwear.
Over her shoulder, Yuffie mocked, "If we're so stupid, how come I found your materia even though you were trying to keep it from me?"
With an incoherent roar of fury, Cid sped up. Yuffie yelped in shock and responded in kind.
Everyone in the bar watched as the pair rushed off into the distance.
Reno blinked. "That's something you don't see every day, yo."
That was no joke. A man in only underwear, running after a hyperactive ninja. And Cid ran leaning backward, with almost a high stepping march style, while Yuffie always had that headband and her shuriken with her.
Rude was confused. She stole Cid's clothes?
"Yo, Tifa, any clue what that was about?"
Tifa sighed and shook her head. "Barret's been stashing materia he doesn't want her to find in his belt with spent casings. Cid...I guess he's been having Shera sew some of his into the seams of his clothes. And Yuffie has always liked to get them riled up."
For once, Reno made the smart choice and decided he didn't want to know any more. "I see. What's for dinner?"
An hour later, Reno and Rude headed back to ShinRa headquarters with a sack full of food for their fellow TURKs and Rufus. Due to the lateness of the hour, they didn't think anything of Elena's office being unoccupied, but Tseng's was another matter. He didn't usually go home until Rufus did—except when Reno and Rude were on duty—and Rufus didn't ever go home this early.
Some unknown instinct made Reno play things cautiously when he cracked open Rufus ShinRa's office door. Rude's face froze in shock. Reno's jaw dropped, and then he grinned, raising an eyebrow at his blond boss.
Olive skin somehow seemed to just fit with the pale skin next to it as Tseng knelt down. Long black hair obscured the view, which was probably a good thing.
Rufus glared them away silently through his bangs, so Rude set the food on Tseng's desk next door. He was sure Tseng had noticed them—and just as sure that he'd let Rufus handle it.
As they walked away, Reno said, "Yo, wonder if that's why Elena likes him so much?" There was laughter in his voice. "Bet she saw them going at it and thought the sight of them fighting for dominance in bed was sexy,*** but she doesn't have the balls to go after Rufus."
Rude grunted. He didn't need to say anything. Reno would make all the comments necessary, and probably more than that.
"Or maybe she just wants to suck up to the boss," he snickered.
The bald man rolled his eyes. Pervert, he thought. A faint smile played over his lips.
Reno noticed it—and grinned. "Ha, caught you smiling, yo!"
They went home feeling more satisfied than they had all day, and for once, Reno's luck didn't act up all night and well into the next day. This was perhaps because they didn't leave the bed except when Rude made something to eat and brought it in, but whatever the case, Reno's mood was much improved.
When they finally drifted off to sleep, Rude's last thought was, I don't know how he did it, but I'm glad that fiery temper and crimson hair have woven threads around me until I couldn't get out of this if I wanted to. He's made a mess of our lives in his own way—but I'll have fun when we unravel the tangles in it all, too.

*She should have known this already. It was Reno.

**Yes, this is another way of calling Cloud a chocobo, lol.

***If such was the case, I have to say I'd agree with Elena. XD
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