Chapter 1: Clone in the Closet

it had been exactly 4 days since Yazoo had arrived, and already Reno was going stir Crazy. He was especially pissed that Tseng didn't get this 'mission' ( If you wanted to call it that. It was more of a baby-sitting Job than anything. ) and he and rude did. He was angry at Rufus for even coming up with the 'mission' when Yazoo could have been fine in a hospital.

4 days and Reno had rearranged his things in the bathroom to how he liked it 6 times. 4 days and he had walked in on Yazoo naked 5. 4 days and he had started smoking again. 4 days without sex. The red head really wasn't sure how much more he could take. Not only did he and Rude have to stay in the apartment with the clone 24 seven, but BOTH of them had to incase Yazoo decided to get violent and turn on them. The clone was classified dangerous even with a collapsed lung, patched eye and a broken leg.

There was few things to do when there were only three people in an apartment; An apartment that was only rented to sleep in, since Rude and Reno were rarely home. At first Reno had invited Yazoo to come out of the spare room ( a closet really. Only big enough to hold a single bed with a small bedside table/dresser.) to watch TV with them, feeling, despite the fact that about 10 days ago the clone had been trying to shoot his head off, that even he should have some entertainment..

The feeling of needing to be a good host vanished after day 2 however when Yazoo threw the plate of dinner he had offered him in his face. Reno didn't talk to him the next day for fear of punching his teeth in. On day five when he brought the clone some soup and juice at lunch time, ( not because he wanted to, but because Rude made him.) Yazoo refused to even look at him.

" look..." The red head started putting the soup down on the table. He didn't even know the clone's name. At that point all he knew was that the silver haired boy had kicked his ass just a week before and that Tseng and Elena had found him under rubble after the final battle. All broken like.

" Is this when i get the pep talk?" The silver haired man said raising his head from where the hollows of his eyes had been resting on his knees. He rose a delicate silver brow, lips curled in a slight smirk as if darIng the Turk to say something back.

Reno's jaw went slack " Fuck man!" He replied after a moment. " I just came to tell you that if you want to get better than you had better fucking eat something."

" Is that supposed to make me feel bad? Some lame excuse for reverse psychosis because the Turks care oh so much?" those smirking lips pouted with mock feeling

" No, i am doing this because its my orders. I don't usually get baby-sitting as missions though."

the clone tilted his head to the side. " hn, I guess the boss doesn't think much of you then, to give you such a ' pathetic mission'" another maddening smirk.

" eat the fucking soup."

Reno left, closing the door and not locking it and stalked to the kitchen for a beer. Upon finding none, he went to he living room to sit down beside his partner. Running a hand through his unruly hair, he leaned against the bald man's shoulder. Rude allowed it, knowing that the younger Turk needed the small comfort. He did however interject when Reno lit up a Cigaret. He took the smoke from slender fingers then snubbed it out in overflowing ash tray on the coffee table.

" what the fuck yo?" Reno objected

" those will kill you."

" Fuck i need something." He sighed exhausted and tilted his head back, brows furrowed.

" How is he?"

" Apart from being a complete bitch? fine." Rude sighed heavily. The longer Yazoo stayed here, the more agitated his partner was becoming and Rufus wasn't giving them any new orders regarding the clone. Reno knew that Rude could sense his stress. It made him feel bad, but he was pissed and couldn't hide it. Hell, he wasn't a brick like Cloud.

" Just ignore him."

" How about you get him his goddamned soup next time?"

Rude sighed again. " its your day I. i did it the first two days now its your turn. " I sighed. shifting on the couch to drape an arm around my partner's hips.

"I need to get out of this apartment..."

" I know."

" Come on Rude, do i have to spell it out?" Reno knew that Rude was aware that he needed sex. The man was famous for making Reno wait. whether it be waiting for dinner, for the shower, or to be pounded into the floor, he loved to make him wait. He said it made him appreciate it more when he finally got it. Reno was just convinced that the bald man just liked torturing him.

Rude laughed lightly and kissed Reno's head. " Not when he is awake..."

" RUUUUUUDE!"

it wasn't until the seventh day that Reno learned part of the reason for why Yazoo was a bitch. He had woken up at some God forsaken time of the morning swearing he was hearing crying in my head. he got up with a groan to go to the bathroom and get a glass of water, and it wasn't until he passed the spare room door that he realized the crying wasn't in his head. it was faint, and coming from beyond the door.

The Turk knocked lightly. he had finally learned to do that after the sixth time he saw Yazoo naked, that and he wouldn't have wanted some one barging in on him crying. Hell, the last time some one did that to Reno, He broke Rude's nose accidentally. After hearing nothing, he opened the door a creak.

The room was dark. but he could see Yazoo from where the light from the outside street lamp glowed through the shabby venetian blinds. God they payed too much for this place. Yazoo had assumed his usual stance. knees drawn to his chest arms wrapped around them, head bowed.

" hey..." The red head began

Yazoo's head snapped up, eyes shining with mako and tears. It was almost comical the way his face changed from complete sorrow to absolute hatred. " what do YOU want" If he could kill someone with words, Reno would be a lovely little corpse on the floor. Instead of dropping however, Reno just shoved his hands into the pockets of his sleep pants and leaned against the door way with a heavy sigh

" what's your problem anyway. We are only try-"

" only trying to help? hm? I never asked for it. I never wanted it"

I paused then contemplating a moment what was just said "If it weren't for us you would be dead."

" Maybe thats my problem." that shut Reno up real good. He had never took that into consideration and suddenly he realized why Yazoo might have a problem with the Turks. Reno sighed again and then tentatively sat down on the farthest edge of his bed. The Doctors had seen Yazoo recently and proclaim him cured of all injury, which in itself was a miracle. Reno really didn't want him to go hostile and kick his ass...again

Yazoo groaned inwardly as the messy redhead sat on the end of his bed and he turned his head away from him. Stupid hero's all trying too hard to make things better, only making them a million times worse. Take Cloud, the fucking idiot. He was trying so hard to save the planet that he killed his own brothers. A wave of emotion rose in Yazoo's throat and he quashed it down. Damned if he cried in front of the Turk idiot.

" I don't want to talk to you." Yazoo said simply sounding eerily like his late brother

Reno sighed again and the silver haired boy could see that he looked tired. he don't care. Reno had no idea how Yazoo felt or how much he wanted to either get out or just die. Damn Turks never bringing him anything sharper than a spork. Yazoo sighed and looked at him a moment. His ratty exterior betrayed the anal retentiveness that lay Beneath. one definitely would not Pin him to be a neat freak. This is why when he messed with the things in the bathroom, he expected Rude to freak, not Reno. ( he knew their names now from their talking to each-other.)

He looked tired, and a little put out. He had a peculiar expression, maybe one of awareness, definitely

resignation. He got up. and looked at yazoo, rubbing the back of his neck, something that he later learned was something he did to summon the seriousness to say something important. " I think i understand...talk to me when you stop being such an uptight bitch about it." and he left

" FUCK YOU TO HELL!!!" Yazoo screamed after him, after a short moment of shock. He hoped that he woke his damned partner in the process. If Yazoo's yell didn't, Reno slamming the door sure did. Yazoo silently cursed the Turk's incompetence. After he was gone, The clone was able to acknowledge the feeling he had shoved into his stomach. Curling in onto himself, he let it come, trying to keep quiet.

How could Reno understand...he had failed mother, and what's worse, His brothers were dead...He was nothing without them. He missed them so much he couldn't escape the ache of it. Kadaj's bossy and brash nature, but always needing some sort of reassurance. Loz, with his possessive protectiveness and his soft side that always made him cry.

They were gone, and never coming back, Leaving him stark alone. alone in the tinny cell of a room so much like an infirmary. He was afraid every time the door opened that a doctor would come in and inject him with a new kind of poison, or some new kind of steroid . How could Reno understand that?