A Remnant Joins
Okay, I've had a very important reviewer of most of my fics ask to know how Yazoo came to join the Turks, because in a couple fics at the end I've hinted that Yazoo is a Turk. Because when the stories were told, it was right after Kadaj's group had attacked.
So, enjoy the prologue. It's just a taste of what's to come.
Warnings: Yazoo angsting, Reno's mouth ((eventually)), Jenova being a bitch and poking, Turk things.
These people don't belong to me. They belong to Squeenix.
The first thing he noticed was the pain shooting up his side and that his lungs were being crushed by his older brother's much heavier weight. "L-Loz, please, you're crushing me," he rasped, trying to slide himself out from under Loz. "Loz, are you…n-n-no… I failed them. Why?" Yazoo cringed from the pain, pulling a chunk of metal from his side and bloodying up the area more. "Loz, I'm sorry I couldn't stop Mo–Jenova from using Kadaj. I'm so sorry." Yazoo cringed again and looked up, judging that he had several more hours until sundown. "Dammit."
Yazoo crawled to a shady spot under some relatively stable looking rubble before he would pass out from blood loss and exhaustion.
"Tseng, you want ME to see if anything survived that explosion other than Cloud? Are you insane?" Myde asked. He had just spent a week of all-nighters finding what information on Jenova he could and then another twelve hours tightening security at Healin. He wanted nothing more than to make sure Elena would be fine and to curl up with her after her ordeal. When Myde pulled too many all-nighters he got grouchy and muttered things in multiple languages and dialects.
"Valentine, that's an order." The young gunman twitched, more from the fact that Tseng used his last name than the fact that it was an order.
"Ja," he muttered in German, his original language. It was one of the many languages he knew or picked up during his time as a Turk.
"Myde, don't take too long, okay?" Elena said, poking her head in behind the door.
"I'll be as quick as I can, Laney." Myde gave her a quick smile and left Tseng's impromptu office.
"Hey, Myde, taking your bike?" Reno asked. He was in the garage fixing a couple parts to his own bike.
"Yeah. Don't think it's worth it trying to fly." Reno gave a sharp laugh at that and tossed Myde his helmet. "Thanks." Murders they could be called, and often were, Turks almost always wore a helmet. Hypocrisy at it's finest.
"Later," Reno called.
"Yeah, later."
Once out at the site of the explosion, Myde scanned the horizon. He spotted the large pile of rubble and walked over to it. When he got there, he stopped, pulling out his PHS and dialing. "Hey, Tseng?…Yeah, it's Myde…get the others over here quick, we've got a live one."
So… How'd you like the prologue? I like it myself.
