NO LONGER A ONESHOT. Yaoi now.
Pairing: RenoxRod/Ryuu.
Rod Turk is known as Ryuu for this fic, as seen in Cracked Visage.
Failure.
Some people say I'm not good enough to run this gang. Some people say that I'm a failure before I even start. Some people say I'm crazy. Yanno, I'm think startin' ta think some people are right?
This should be easy. Get in, kill a couple guys, and get out with a nice ShinRa bike. Too bad things are never easy for slum rats like me. "Security!!" I swing a punch and knock the woman out. Poor chick, but not my problem. I pull out my silenced gun and shut her up permanently. Here come the SOLDIERs on duty. "Hey! You there! Stop or we will have to use force." Fuck that. I pull my second gun and shoot down a few SOLDIERs. I always aim for the head. Easiest place ta shoot with the best results. Blood sprays from their wounds and coats me in it. Now the adrenaline is pumpin'. I race up the garage ramp and head for the third floor where the bikes are parked. Come on… I need this bike…
"You'll never amount ta nothin', Ryuu! Yer just'a fuck up! This gang will never be yers! Not even if ya grow the balls ta kill me. Ya don't have'a chance anyway, punk. Ya always fuck up the easiest jobs and missions! Fuck one day the Turks are gonna take yer ass out!"
Looks like he was right as always. Two Turks just joined in chasing me. Bullets are flying passed my head. "Stop kid or we will have to kill you instead of arresting you." I growl. They always planned on killing me. "Fuck you!" I spin around suddenly and shoot. I hit the woman in the head. She drops dead like she should but the guy ain't goin' down so easy. I shoot him in the right shoulder and he drops his gun. He runs at me full speed and swings at my head. I duck an' sweep his legs out from under him. He falls ta the ground an' I put 'im ta sleep fer good. Watchin' me now dad?
"Ryuu! The boss is dead. Yer dad is dead, man." I smiled a little. "That makes me the boss now boys." They didn't like this. "Hell no shrimp. I ain't followin' orders from a fuckin' fairy." I shrug and quickly shoot him. "You gonna follow orders or am I gonna have ta take ya out too?" The guy grumbles but nods. Time for me ta be the leader, dad.
I don' meet any more guards on the way ta the third floor. I start hotwiring' one of the nice bikes. The circuitry is advanced, but I'ma master at it so I ain't worried. The bike roars to life and I pump my fist in the air. Victory is fuckin' sweet.
"Ya can't hotwire ShinRa bikes, ya idiot! They are built too good, an' ta get ta one ya have ta kill a SOLDIER or Turk." I laugh a little. "Nah. I'm gonna break inta the garage." Everyone laughed at me. "I'll show'ya! Ya pricks!"
I did show'em didn't I? Shit. A cold barrel of a gun is pushed inta my neck. "Fuck…," I whisper. I didn't even hear the guy. Must be a Turk. "Yer a smart one, kid. What the fuck do ya think yer doin'? Hotwirin' a ShinRa bike? Ya got some balls, kid." Oh so now he's gonna make fun of my slum drawl? Fuck that. I pull my gun and swing around shooting. The man duck and side-steps my bullets. What the fuck? He looks like a slum rat like me! Fuckin' flame red hair and tattoos! "Who the hell are ya? Some one with the same idea as me?" The guy laughs. He's…. Fuckin' drunk!? "Nah kid. I work fer ShinRa I can get a bike fer free. But ya know I was once where yer at. A fuckin' slum rat with no money." I sneer. "What the fuck would a Turk know bout the slums? Ya ain't down there. We gotta deal with the worst of the worst."
I sit in an alleyway lookin' for food or coins. I haven't eaten in a few days and I'm losin' even more weight. "Heya, kid? I like those shoes of yers. As ya see I ain't got none." I growl and put up my fist. This guy has some friends with 'im… Fuck. He beaks the shit outta me and takes my shoes an' the coins I was collectin' ta get some food. Looks like I ain't eatin' tonight either. Fuck I hate bein' at odds with dad. Damn gang leadin' father.
"Look kid. I'll let ya go if ya forget bout the bike." That isn't an option. If I come back with no bike everyone is gonna think I'm a fuckin' idiot. "Nah. How bout I just kill ya an' take the bike too!," I scream at him shootin' wildly with both guns. The man smirks and shoots me in the left shoulder, still avoidn' my shots! I drop my left gun and use my right. I graze his cheek with a bullet and his face erupts inta a grin. Is he a fuckin' masochist? "Ya got some punk kid. I like that. How bout I cut ya a deal?" Deal? I stop shooting. "What do ya mean?" The guy puts his gun away so I do the same.
"Want'a job?"