So I still don't own anything. Not even this idea. This is inspired by Tails from the slums: Rufus Shinra's day off by Maria-smith7. I take no credit at all.
Rufus Shinra had many secrets; his biggest was his ability to sneak out of the Shinra building, effectively ditching his assigned babysitters, aka the Turks. It was not a constant thing, to be perfectly honest he enjoyed their company, but sometimes the teen needed a break and today was one of those days. The side door shut quietly, the young blonde vice president pushed to closed as best as he could, holding the door handle so the latch didn't click. He smiled; he was well on his way to freedom. Shrugging his jacket up, he put his glasses and a baseball cap on, turning away.
"Yo!" He stopped, his feet never leaving the ground. He had been caught and by the sound, it was Reno, a new Turk trainee. Slowly he turned, looking at them his irritation masked by his glasses, "where you headed Boss?"
The blond teen looked at them sourly, "out." With that, he turned stocking off. Reno turned to the taller bald teen beside him and pushed off the sidewall following the Vice President. "Stop following me."
Reno jogged up to him, smiling. "Well, we are Turks; we are here for your protection. Why not let us come with you sir."
Rufus looked at him, frowning, "you're a trainee, not an actual Turk."
Reno shrugged, running a hand through his hair, "you're a runaway. What would your father think?" Rufus frowned, his face darkening as he glared at the manipulative red head.
"Fine. I am taking a day off; you are welcome to join me. However, your uniforms scream Shinra, and we will need to lay low."
Reno nodded; the two Turks quickly shed their training uniforms and shirts leading them in a pair of blue slacks and t-shirts. The red head shrugged, "it's easier that dodging rocks." The boy nodded, heading towards the train terminal. They sat in relative silence as they descended into the Slums. While the place was overrun by what the President claimed to be cockroaches and hangers on Rufus was fascinated. Not by the deplorable state, but how these people lived. Day in and day out, his biggest worry was a paper cut, theirs happened to be a multitude and each ended in death. As the train came to its final stop, Sector 4 they stepped off, the red head taking the lead.
"Where to first?" He turned around looking at the camouflage teen. Rufus looked around; they had passed through the crowd easy.
Rufus glanced back as the platform disappeared from view, his heart racing. Even with the two trainees, he had managed to avoid any employees. He stopped, he had actually never bee I the slums. He had heard his father talk about it a few times, mostly the Sector 6 slums but it sounded boring. He was not a big spender, unlike his father. His stomach growled and he looked at the red head, "Food would be awesome. I'm not going to die, will I?" Reo snorted, clapping his hand on the boys' jacket.
Much to Rufus's surprise Rude responded, "Whatever you do don't eat anything with sushi or fish."
The blonde nodded trekking behind Reno, the adventure was just beginning.