AN: This is a rewrite of my original story Kin to the Turks. I thought my characters deserved better than second person point of view and guess what? They agreed with me on that. Lets see if my writing style hasn't improved a bit in the past few years. Also just to make sure things are clear of what's actually being said.

"Speech"

Thinking

'Telepathic Speech'

BEEP bee bep! The lanky red head pushed herself out of bed, and hit her alarm clock to make the darn thing shut up. Squinting at it she debated getting up. "Oh why not," she muttered around a yawn as she shrugged out of her cocoon of blankets. "It's the last day of school anyways may as well bring the game cube and some of the party games." After all it would be her last chance to hang out for a while now that exams were done.

She staggered toward the bathroom, picking her way around the clutter in the hall, swearing as Rae tripped over her unconscious brother; Reno only rolled over and muttered something about another beer. She shucked her p.j.'s and stepped into the shower. As she turned on the steaming hot water she sighed "Bro could ya at least try to make it to the couch."

Ten minuets later Rae emerged fully dressed in a pair Reno's old ie pre-Turk cargo pants and a red tank top. Toweling her short shag of hair she walked into the kitchen and looked at the microwave clock. "Crap no time to cook," she swore as she grabbed a scrambled egg bagel and stuck it in the microwave. "And that is why the great genius Rae makes ready to heat breakfast sandwiches," she said as she sprinted to her room jumping the passed out Turk like a hurdle. She wasted no time throwing her game system and a couple of games and controllers into her back pack or shoving her feet into socks and boots.

"See you bro," she told Reno's prone form as she dropped her wet towel on him in a vain attempt to wake him up. With that she shot to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of juice and the bagel as the microwave dinged and headed for the door.

She opened the door right as her brothers boss was about to knock. Rae felt her eyes widen before she blinked. Tseng was one of the few people she never antagonized. There was just something about him. Of course, the fact that he headed a group of bodyguards, spies and assassins explained why.

"Reno" he snapped in annoyance at her red hair. He blinked then shifted his gaze slightly downward. "Raelin," he said in even cultured tones, "Do you know your brothers whereabouts?"

"Passed out piss drunk in front of the bathroom, sir," Rae replied stepping back to allow him and his blond partner in.

"Figures," Elena muttered as Rae took off out the door. "The one that isn't a Turk is the respectful one."

"That's because she hasn't lost her fear of me yet," Tseng replied. Rae overheard that last comment as she sprinted down the hall to the stairs. And he bless Elondari, has no way of knowing why. She thought.

****

Reno woke up with a start as Elena dumped a glass of ice water in his face. He shot up and swore when he saw Elena. "What the hell was that for!?"

"To wake you up, baka," Elena replied coldly. "Or did you forget that there's a briefing this morning?"

"Shit!" Reno cursed and sprang up and hurried to find clean, or at least cleaner, clothes.

Forty minutes later the Turks stood assembled in front of grave looking Rufus Shin-ra. "The Science Department has come to a surprising conclusion," Rufus said. "There seem to be more Ancients."

"Dose that mean you want us to capture them?" Elena asked. Tseng shot her a look and she winced for talking out of turn.

"Not this time," Rufus replied almost smiled. "I suspect Cloud and his friends would hamper our efforts on principle." He shook his head, "Anyways I didn't say they Recently translated documents say that there were three types of Ancients. First, Ka Roã warriors or guardians, there weren't many of them and we believe they were among the first to succumb to Jenova's virus. You will remember the Cetra of course. There was a rare third type, Ketroã who had powers like both. From the information that has been deciphered says that they were great healers and powerful fighters. The last of them joined the surviving Cetra and were instrumental in sealing Jenova. Their abilities differ from the Cetra in that they are as connected to humans as they are to the planet. And they appeared to have developed some sort of immunity to the virus Jenova wiped the Cetra out with. The DNA markers that were found in the documents show that a great portion of the human population is partly Ketroã. In Midgar there are three young women who may be full Ketroã. I want you to observe them. We need their help in cleansing Jenova from the planet. With Kadaj's gang running around, I don't want to take anymore chances." He handed Tseng a folder with a picture paper-clipped to the front. Tseng blinked, rolled his eyes heavenward in a silent plea to the gods for patience and passed the file to Reno.

Reno took one look at the picture and blanched. "I don't believe this," he muttered. "and if she's a then dose that make me…" he muttered.

"No," Rufus said firmly. "You DNA is on file, you are not Ketroa, at least not recognizable so. Not all the women in the picture are Ketroa: the one with the odd dress sense is very unlikely base on the information we have now, likely most of the other three are the same as she is. I need you to rule out the non Ketroa. If we are lucky we may have one in the group."

"What do you want us to do when we sort out the Ketroa, from the normal girls?" Elena asked.

"Nothing, immediately, just keep them under observation, unless Kadaj and his crew attacks any of the girls," Rufus told her emphatically. "Although that could be a good indicator of which ones are Ketroa and which ones aren't. If Kadaj's gang attacks any of them take them to Healin immediately." Rufus glanced at his hand suppressing a stab of pain from the Geostigma before adding: "As much as I would like have to the Ketroa under Shinra protection I can't afford to antagonize any Healers at the moment."

****

Rae sprinted out of the school, and jumped down front steps kicking her heals in the air and whooping loudly. "I'm free!" she shouted. "Bye-Bye High School!"

"Easy for you to say, Rae," Niki, the tie wearing goth/punk/chick retorted. "I have to come back next year."

"Hey, at least you'll probably be the captain of next year's kick-boxing team." Lea, fellow emancipated senior, consoled her. Fair skinned and of medium height, she kept her medium brown hair just long enough to get it all back into a ponytail.

"As long as Mom's not being-" Niki clawed the air and hissed like cat, "-and keeps me off the team because of grades Humphries' class."

"Don't worry," Liz told her. "Humphries doesn't teach junior classes." She pointed to woman standing impatiently beside a car, "Speaking of mothers, yours is right there."

"Crud, I got to go" Niki cried as she sprinted to her mom's car.

"What do you guys want to do?" Rae asked Liz and Lea. "Me, I want to celebrate, but I will bow to your wishes."

"Rae, bow to someone else's wishes? Am I hearing this?" Liz asked Lea violet eyes sparkling as she adjusted the bobby pins that kept her mane of straight dark chocolate hair out of her face.

"Oh, she'll bow to our wishes," Lea replied sardonically. "She never said she would do so gracefully."

"Would I do that?" Rae asked innocently.

"Do you want the list alphabetically or chronologically?" Lea teased.

"Of course we want of celebrate, you nut," Liz told her. "We're graduates, Alumni. Now me I' craving something sweet."

"How about that place by your apartment, Rae," Lea suggested. "You know the desert bar."

"Oh you mean, Death By Chocolate," Rae said casual as visions of tempting deserts danced enticingly through her head. "Sounds like a plan to me. Only let me stop by my house first and put down my bag."

"Sure," Liz said. She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I wonder if you can die from eating chocolate?" she mused

"Then we will die happy women," Rae reply already grinning at the thought.

****

Several hours later the three friends were happily ensconced in a booth at Death By Chocolate. Liz had ordered a Super Maple Butter-nut Blondie, and left it at that. But Rae and Lea were trying with out success to induce death by chocolate. The waiter on the other hand was dumbfounded by the amount of food the two of them were putting away. Rae was willing to bet that he thought the two of them had just run a marathon.

"You two are going to be so hyper after this." Liz sighed. "You're lucky that you were born with ironclad stomachs, and metabolisms that could out run the Highwind."

"You sound like my mom," Lea replied as she finished a plate of Chocolate Nachos.

"I think we need to leave while we can still pay the tab," Rae pointed out. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising, a sure sign that something was out of kilter

"I think that's all for today," She told the waiter. When he handed each of them their tabs, Rae and Lea let out long low whistles as they dug out their wallets. All in all together the two of them had devoured 10,000gil worth of chocolate. After you all paid, and were leaving a handsome tip for the waiter, Liz turned to the other girls and whispered "I think we're being watched."

"What makes you say that?" Lea asked trying to hide her heightened alertness.

"I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising," she replied. Lowering her voice further she murmured "I think we'd best get our gear and weapons and start our annual hiking trip early. I've got a really bad feeling."

'Me to,' Michelle thought at you and Kate. 'I think we'd better get home well before dark.'

'My place,' Rae thought firmly, 'it's closest. And they'd be mad to try to break into a Turk's apartment.'

For all their vigilance the girls failed to notice Tseng and Elena in a booth in a far corner. The two of them were careful not to rise and catch the attention of the girls as they were leaving.