Shado: It's been a while. Honestly, I was angry one day and opened up a windows document and just wrote. I wrote out all of my anger and it turned into this. Halfway through writing this story, I re-read it. And then I thought, this isn't half bad. So I stuck with it. I hope this will turn out better, for at the moment I'm unsure if I can continue Lost Angel, this story has something that I had been going for that the Lost Angel couldn't reach. I'll try my best to make things work, however I can't make any promises, for this story has so much more potential.
NOTE: This story has nothing, and I mean nothing to do with the movie the Black Swan, or the ballet Swan Lake, despite what the title of this story suggests. The movie may have had some inspiration, but that's it. Trust me, this story is rated M for a reason. There's no ballet dancing, nor is there anything that's related to swans of the sort. I'm merely using the title as an expression. Also, be glad that there will be no psychological drama or such stuff that the movie had. Well...there may be some, but who and what will have to come later.
Anyway, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter One – The Beast And The Swan
"A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow."
William Shakespeare
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Life was not a luxury for a certain young apprentice. He couldn't afford to stop and gaze at the beautiful scenery as he and his mentor traveled from city to city, town to town. The short young man was in his mid teens, with blond hair that spiked in all directions. He often heard the whispers of chocobo head or odd child, as he passed through the streets. The boy wasn't too bothered at all with the whispers of his strange appearance.
But other than the soft, pale and flawless skin, the odd platinum blond hair was the boy's eyes. His eyes were a deep blue, a shade with so much beauty and yet his eyes held so much sadness and hidden torment drew people in. But at the same time the people who were curious at how one so young could hold so much sadness learned very quickly that the boy would not talk. He was taught early on not to dwell too much on the past.
His eyes also happened to be wide and expressive, giving him a younger appearance.
Those eyes were the boy's ultimate weapon. Taking advantage of his petite form and round, natural puppy dog eyes was what he had been taught by his mentor. His mentor, who happened to be the best assassin out there, was an assassin who went by many names.
But now his mentor went by the name of Beast. To the boy, the name made perfect sense. However, to someone who didn't know of his mentor's inner demons, thought the name suited well by appearance itself. In a way it was a strange inside joke between mentor and apprentice.
The boy went by as Swan. An unusual name for an apprentice learning the ways of life as an assassin, but with his graceful moves and his appearance that simply drew people in with their guards down, the name fit him perfectly in a unique way.
Together they call themselves Gunslinger. It was Beast's plan to confuse the public that Gunslinger was one person and not two. This was a useful trick to avoid the Turks of Shin – Ra and any other fool that took up the job to hunt them down. This way if either one of them were to somehow get caught, the other would immediately take action to rescue without attracting too much attention as so the captors won't figure out that their captive had a helper.
It all made perfect sense, for his mentor was the best of the best. Beast was quick to react and always precisely on target when he took aim. This man was almost always silent and preferred to remain in the shadows. It was his way to keep his inner demons under control, and preventing word going around that he was a monster.
Not that the young apprentice ever thought of his mentor as a monster. No, the young apprentice always thought of his mentor as someone who was a savior. This was not the best view of an assassin who was a mentor to the apprentice, but the boy meant it to the depths of his heart.
Beast wasn't the type to take in apprentices, let alone allow a mere child to follow him like a lost puppy. However, the boy had caught his interest, and if one paid very close attention to how they interacted one can conclude that Beast behaved as a protective father over his apprentice.
It was a general rule that a mentor must not take on a parental role of the apprentice. There had been many tragedies concerning mentors who didn't heed this rule and their apprentices turned against them once their guards were down. But for Gunslinger, he couldn't help it.
There were many reasons, and it all stretched back to the first few years he had met the boy. Both remembered that time. It was a time that had been a great tragedy, one that brought them together. And despite the tragedy that plagued the boy with traumatizing images, those same images gave him a reason to live. The boy strived to learn what his mentor knew, and he picked up the lessons quicker than the other very few Beast had taught.
Over time the boy had somehow wormed his way into the assassin's heart, and unintentionally at that. Swan was naturally polite, and he showed so much potential that on many occasions his talents surprised the elder. In a matter of a few years Beast began to give the boy nicknames, earning a pout and an annoyed glare that never ceased to amuse him.
Despite their differences Beast and Swan became very close. If one was blind, they would have thought that the two were father and son. Although they're not related by blood neither of them cared as long their as world wasn't interrupted by the Turks or anyone else hunting after them. For Vincent Valentine wouldn't have woken up from his nightmares if it weren't for Cloud Strife, and Cloud wouldn't have survived the critical stages of his childhood coming to an abrupt and violent stop without Vincent.
They owed a debt to each other, and through that a special bond was formed. But both knew that all good things must come to an end. They could do nothing but ready themselves for when the time comes for their separation, and hope and wish they wouldn't have to helplessly witness the other's execution if they were ever caught.
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Cloud stood as still as a statue in the comforts of a dark alley. He and Vincent were on another mission, one that was to bring an end to a man with high authority and abuses his power. The man was a mayor of Kalm, and he was doing everything in his power to transform the innocent little town into a city as successful and powerful as Midgar.
The calling cards for Gunslinger were to target and wipe out anyone who had high power and abused it. Another well known fact to the public was that Gunslinger also answered distress signals if there were a swarm of monsters attacking a well populated area. In the public eye Gunslinger was a strange vigilante that had no face. For all the years Gunslinger had made itself known, the assassin(s) never allowed themselves to be seen. Gunslinger managed to slip through every trap the Turks created, and avoided all cameras and video cameras as if the assassin had a sixth sense of where they were.
Cloud always found it funny how the public was divided about the ever so elusive assassin Gunslinger. For one, no one realized that Gunslinger was actually two men instead of one. And two, some thought of them as a hero while others viewed them as a murdering pest.
It was true that they murdered people, but Vincent had a sense of honor and justice in mind. He accepted the hires only if a whole town was going to be effected, when there was an illegal slave or sex trade, or if an innocent family was being stalked and/or threatened by a creeper. Half of the time all they had to do to their targets was twist their minds in order for them to see what they were doing was wrong. The ones that cracked under Vincent's words quickly ended their own life, while the stubborn ones required an immediate elimination.
Cloud wasn't at all bothered of this way of life. Compared to what he had seen when he was younger, before Vincent took him under his wing, witnessing the deaths of their targets was nothing. In a strange way Cloud believed that he was destined to be taken in and raised by Vincent, who he admired because the man went out of his way to save a young child. The blond believed that if he had not been raised by Vincent and still survived the incident then he would have grown up with a deep hatred for everything around him.
And for just that reason alone was enough for Cloud to stay on track. Vincent taught him well in many other things than tracking down and killing targets. His mentor taught him how to read and write, as well as educated him on honorable principles, blending into certain environments such as the difference of clothing of choice in towns and cities, and recently he was being taught on other means of getting close to a target.
One of them is the old and cliché art of seducing. Vincent had told him the steps and actions needed to seduce a target. Luckily, to both of them, his mentor specifically ordered him not to allow the target to go any further than groping and kissing. Cloud understood that Vincent's fatherly instincts made themselves known only if he was in danger. Apparently losing his virginity to some scum was part of it, and it was one of the few objectives of his father's over protectiveness Cloud would tolerate.
And tonight was going to be the Swan's first attempt at this new means of getting close to a target. He was nervous, with the butterflies swarming in his stomach, but that was normal. Cloud always had the swelling of nervousness before every mission. He was anxious to get this mission over and done with.
However he had to wait. The plan was that after the mayor left the townhouse with a meeting with the other men with his forceful tactics of severe intimidation over the people of Kalm to go along with his plans, the Swan will come up to the man and entice him enough to let his guard down to pull a knife to the neck. From there Beast will spring from the shadows across the street and finish off the work.
If all went well, that is. If the target was somehow stronger than Cloud, Vincent would have to take a serious risk and take aim. Cloud had been shot before; the wounds were easily treated with his mentor playing doctor/overprotective father, but he had never been shot from Cerberus. Cerberus was a gun that had its own class, and if used properly by an experienced shooter it could kill two with one shot.
There was a very good reason why Vincent Valentine never allowed himself to be seen. Only Cloud knew his face, and understood and accepted his mentor for what he was, and even accepted the inner demons to an extent. It was clear from the beginning they took a strange liking to him, however Cloud was always cautious each time one of them took over Vincent's body just to have his attention.
The blond was brought out of his thoughts when men began to walk out of the townhouse. From the alleyway he was hidden in, Cloud had a perfect view of the faces of each man as he stepped out. The men went about their ways and headed towards home. The last man to walk out was, to Cloud's luck, the mayor.
'No other witnesses to take into account. This means I have free reign to experiment on what method is best for me.' Cloud didn't like the idea of exploring such acts, but at the same time it was better to learn what he felt most comfortable with as early on as possible on these types of missions.
Inhaling, the blond casually yet sensually made his way towards the target. The mayor stopped in his tracks when he came into view, eyeing the lithe and beautiful body. Even though he seemed interested, the mayor still held an air of caution.
"What's a beauty like you doing out here in the middle of the night?" The man eyed Cloud's uncovered midsection with a hunger that the blond did not like.
Swallowing his fear, Cloud laid out a charming smile.
"I was waitin' out 'ere for ya, mayor. You are the mayor, righ'? If yer the wrong man, then I've been told wrong about what ya looked like. " The blond was purposefully speaking like any other concubine would.
"And what would you give to me if I was the mayor? I admit you've got the looks. However you're rather small for a whore." The disgusting hands of the target began to roam about the very tempting body.
Cloud instinctively leaned against the other's body, rubbing his knee against the man's groin while sensually feeling about the mayor's chest and shoulders. The blond held back his emotions and calmed himself down by letting out a giggle.
'Just a little bit longer, he's almost ready for Vincent to make his move.'
"I happen to enjoy takin' it from men with power. Gives me a thrill, it does. An' I know I'm small, but it makes me nice an' tight for a good hard poundin'. An' I'm flexible too, that I am. I can do what'eva position ya wanted." Cloud couldn't believe what he was saying, but the words came so naturally to him he didn't protest. The target was still a little tense. He needed the mayor to relax just a tad bit more.
So to add security to his words the blond slowly guided one of the mayor's hands to his ass. The target began groping rather hard, with one digit fingering the entrance through the rough fabric. Cloud rubbed back against the hand with a low, breathy moan.
It was enough. The target threw caution to the wind and proceeded to grope and roam his new prize despite the fact they were standing in the middle of the street. However this experience had now made Cloud semi – hard, despite his mental attempts not to be aroused. And despite the hormones raging through his body, the blond managed to reach for his hidden knife and held the sharp edge against the other man's throat.
Before the mayor could react, the silhouette of a shadowy figure sprang out of nowhere and the last thing he heard was the sound of thunder.
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Vincent couldn't believe how well his apprentice had done in this mission. The boy's acting the part was very convincing, and if he had not known Cloud personally, he would have thought the boy really was a concubine. His fatherly instincts flared, but the assassin held them back.
At this moment they were ten miles away from Kalm. Beast used his speed as an advantage and quickly got them out of the town before anyone could do so much as peer out the window to see what had happened.
"I believe we've found a talent of yours. However, it is one that I'd rather not see you put to use too much." Vincent commented bitterly.
"I highly agree. To tell you the truth, the words came to me so naturally that I was afraid." Cloud nodded. The blond shivered from the disturbing events a few moments earlier. It was enough for his aroused member to deflate and cool off.
"Hn."
'It could be because he grew up in a town that accepted such behavior. Witnessing it without realizing what it was probably made an imprint in his head.' Vincent kept this theory to himself. It was strict between the two to never bring up the past.
However this produced a problem. It wasn't the first that had occurred over the years of teaching the boy, but this was definitely one of the most serious.
If behaving like a whore had been imprinted in his head from when he was a child, then what else had been imprinted without his knowledge? Vincent knew to some extent of the secret horrors under the surface of the town Cloud was born and raised from. He knew that Cloud had no one to call a friend, and therefore he did a lot of exploring to make up for his loneliness.
And curiosity could lead to some very nasty results. If the boy had seen enough of the wrong doings, he would have the impression that it was natural. However, Cloud still understood the difference between right and wrong through his training.
But it still wasn't enough to convince the elder. As if sensing his mentor's discomfort, Cloud tensed and cautiously took a step toward the other.
"Father?" The blond nervously reached out to the elder man.
In a fraction of a millisecond Vincent sent a powerful kick his way. Cloud half expected a sudden attack, this had happened enough times over the years when his mentor felt uncomfortable about his progression.
But there were other times when his mentor simply attacked at random, in means to remind Cloud that an assassin is not to be treated lightly. Vincent would never let down on his power and speed, which was a major disadvantage for Cloud.
However the purpose was not to match his mentor's power and speed. Instead the sole purpose was to stand his ground and use the tricks he had learned against Vincent. Over the years Cloud learned that if he used the size difference between them, he at least had some chance of taking Vincent by surprise.
Cloud easily dodged the kick and sent one of his own. Vincent anticipated the move and grabbed hold of the boy's ankle and dragged him closer. It was a move the blond did not expect, and with blind panic he thrashed with his free leg and arms.
"Rule number one, never ever panic." Vincent recited as he crawled on top of the smaller body, pinning the thin arms above the fluffy blond head.
Cloud scowled deeply, silently cursing himself for his mistake. He had not made a mistake since he had first become an apprentice. Vincent was one to be harsh at times, and it was a lesson Cloud learned the hard way.
'Damn it, how could I have been so stupid? He won't willingly harm me!' The blond continued to struggle even as pain seared through his shoulders. With a surprised gasp Cloud stilled, his extra limbs stretched for the first time in about two weeks.
Vincent paused to admire the angelic wings. No matter how many times he saw them, they never ceased to grow more beautiful. The soft, white feathers seemed to soak in the moonlight as they shimmered with delicacy.
At the same time the assassin knew that despite their innocent appearance, these wings can break a man's neck with one smack. Vincent learned the fact the hard way when by accident one of the wings rammed him in the ribs and nearly broke a few. It hurt to breathe for nearly a month, and since then Vincent kept a good eye on the wings whenever they were out.
They didn't understand why the boy had them. All they knew was that the wings were there, and they wouldn't stop growing. The wings first made themselves known when Cloud threw a tantrum when he was twelve. He was so frustrated that he couldn't get a move right, that he let it all out with a scream.
Vincent nearly had a heart attack when he saw three foot long white wings pop out of the boy's back. They were very tiny. However Cloud was smaller than any other boy his age, so the wings fit proportionally with his body. Since then Vincent taught Cloud how to retract them into his body and to some extent, how to fly.
The problem with wings so small they weren't strong enough to carry the full weight of the boy. Yet as the years passed the wings seemed to grow more and more. Cloud had a few growth spurts himself, but the wings were now so big they seemed ridiculous to be a part of a short teenager.
'I believe it's time for us to give him actual flying lessons. His wings should be strong enough.' Chaos commented.
'Not now. I want to confirm something first.'
'I know exactly what you're doing. You're going to need my help. You'll crack under his ridiculous puppy eyes.'
"Father…?" Cloud looked up with wide, innocent blue eyes.
Vincent felt his resolve crumble at the slightest bit. He hated to admit it, but the demon was right. Giving Chaos a mental nod, demon and human synchronized. Red and black leathery wings outstretched from the once red cape as red eyes burned a bright amber.
Cloud's heart leaped a few times in his chest. He didn't mind the other demons too much, but Chaos was a different story altogether. The few times the demon took control of a sleeping Vincent, Chaos enjoyed using clever words by means to torture the boy.
"Calm down, Swan." The voices of Vincent and Chaos converged into one, effectively calming the blond down. If there was even a hint of his mentor among the possession, the boy wasn't afraid too much.
"…What are you going to do?" Cloud tensed.
"Tell us, Swan, what would you do if you ever found yourself in a similar type of situation as this?" The possessed assassin whispered into the apprentice's ear. "Will you use seduction to escape?"
Cloud's heart stopped. Was this really what it's about? It seemed a bit too forward for Vincent. Usually the elder would have the blond figure out the reason behind a test. Then again his mentor was being half possessed by Chaos.
"Well, Swan? We're growing impatient. What's your answer?" The elder pressed.
Shakily exhaling, Cloud leaned forward to place small, light kisses along a pale neck and chin. The possessed man stopped moving, both human and demon surprised by the act of submission from the stubborn pupil.
The elder didn't move let alone so much as breathe while the boy slowly led a trail of kisses towards pale lips. This was a moment Vincent had been dreading. If their lips met there was no going back. The elder had no choice but to abandon his apprentice. The pain of such a thought cut deep, even Chaos seemed disturbed.
'Fuck this. Pull away host.' The demon hissed.
Vincent tensed, fighting the demon off from having complete control over his body. Cloud stopped with their lips mere centimeters apart. Vincent focused on the boy's face, taking notice the trembling lower lip and the large expressive eyes shut tightly closed.
"I can't…I can't do this." Cloud whimpered as he pulled away, turning his head to the side in shame.
"Why not? You don't like the idea of a demon taking away your first kiss, Swan?" Vincent taunted.
"No. It's not that. You're my father. I can't do something like this to you." Cloud replied with true honesty.
Both human and demon immediately felt relieved, as if some great weight had been lifted off their back. Vincent's body relaxed as the demon retreated back into their shared mind. The leathery wings transformed back into the red cape, crimson bleeding over the yellow gaze.
"And what if you had someone to call a friend?" The assassin questioned.
"I won't do it to them either. Friends are rare in this world, but I've found one in you, father." Cloud replied, barely in a whisper.
Vincent found himself cracking a true smile. He reached for the fluffy mess of hair with his human hand and ruffled through the spikes in a reassuring motion.
"I apologize, for putting you through that. I was afraid you'd take your new talent on those who would be close to you." Vincent said in a gentle tone.
Cloud furrowed his eyebrows at his mentor's choice of words. There was no one who was close to the blond, no one other than the man who he considered as his father and savior. Blue eyes opened to peer up at Vincent with confusion.
"What are you saying, Father? You sound as if you're leaving." Cloud did not want to be separated by this man by all means. Vincent was his world, his father, his teacher. He was the only lifeline Cloud could cling on to.
"You need a better experience in a social life. This will only be temporarily. Also, I'd like for you to find someone who could teach you the ways of the sword. Don't think I've noticed you're uncomfortable handling guns. You're a good shooter, but I can tell you'd rather have something with a little more feel." Vincent explained.
"But I…"
"I'm not going to abandon you, Cloud. We may not be blood related, but that does not mean I don't see you as a son. But as long as you keep following me during your training, your world won't expand. Your world would be as small as your wings once were when they first sprang out of your back. That is a lonely and sad road I do not wish you to follow." The elder was speaking with such sincerity, and with so many words when the man was usually silent came to as a shock to the blond.
There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Vincent got off the apprentice and helped the boy to an upright position. He knew it was a shock of the idea to be separated when they had lived together for many years. Vincent knew he was the center of Cloud's world, and as much as he prided to keep it that way, he knew logically it can't stay that way.
Vincent watched as the beautiful wings fluttered a bit, releasing the bit of dirt from lying down. The rustling of feathers seemed to put the gunman at ease.
"…How long are we going to be separated?" Cloud asked once the initial shock dissipated.
"Probably for a year or two. When the time comes that I believe you're ready for this new bridge of your training, I will tell you how you will be contacting me when you feel like you can return or if there's an emergency. But until the time comes for you to go your own way, let's see how strong your wings are." Vincent added the last part with a smile.
At the mention of his wings, Cloud's head snapped up to meet his mentor's gaze. Was Vincent suggesting what he thought he was?
"You mean…?"
"I think it's about time I give you flying lessons." Vincent confirmed.
In an instant the blond leaped from the ground he was sitting on to his mentor with a tight embrace. The wings showed the same excitement with gentle flaps.
"Thank you! I've been waiting for these lessons in what seems like forever! I can't wait to fly, I'm so excited father!" Cloud grinned from ear to ear.
Vincent only smiled at the happiness coming off of his apprentice like a radiant glow. It was a rare sight for Cloud to be truly happy, and the image of the boy smiling widely would forever be burned into his memory.
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Back in Kalm, a silent and observant man examined the dead body in the morgue. He had been watching the now dead mayor for the past few months, trying to eradicate any evidence of the man abusing his power. The investigation had gone exceptionally well.
But now it was all ruined. The mayor was dead. The cause of death was declared as a shot to the back of the head at point blank range.
He of course witnessed it, but all he could see was a flash of red and black shadow before it disappeared. Before the echo of the shot was registered in the witness' head, the mayor he had been stalking and planning his public demise fell to the ground.
Not even a second later the attacker and the blond boy was gone.
Now that he had seen the gunshot himself there was no doubt who the attacker was. He had seen the same gunshot wound enough times to identify the killer as none other than Gunslinger.
But what about the boy? He did act like a whore looking for a good time, but he disappeared at the same time as the attacker. Was the boy somehow used as a distraction, so the murderer could come in close enough for the killing shot?
These were rather disturbing questions.
If Gunslinger in reality wasn't just one person, but two, then there were serious complications to the investigation on the evasive assassin. It would explain why no one's been able to catch a simple glimpse of Gunslinger, and why he seemed to use only one shot to kill off the targets.
However, there was no physical proof that this theory was correct. He only saw what he saw from a distance, in almost complete darkness. He didn't exactly see if the blond had been killed along with the mayor, and had been dragged away for some unknown reason by Gunslinger.
Or maybe the assassin wanted the boy as a personal award. Being hired to kill off the mayor, which would have taken some planning and stalking the man without anyone, even him, who was a Turk, didn't know. And then the opportunity came, however the boy was a witness. So there could be three different ways this could have gone for the boy.
One, either the boy was with Gunslinger, and was part of the deal on killing their targets. This could mean that Gunslinger was two people in order to protect themselves from people hunting them down. It was actually a good tactic to use to avoid being caught and used by means to confuse everyone.
Two, if Gunslinger was actually one person, saw the boy as a threat. He had a witness, which was something that had never happened before. When Gunslinger took out a target he had been hired for, no one else was dragged into the deal. So the idea of this theory hitting the mark was very low.
This brings the Turk to the last theory. Gunslinger saw a chance to kill two birds with one stone. Eliminate the target once his guard was down, and then steal the boy for his own pleasures. The assassin was living a very stressful job, one that was too stressful to just walk into a harem to let all of it out on some concubine.
But even so this was not normal behavior for Gunslinger. There had been no records of anyone going missing before or after Gunslinger killed a target he'd been hired to kill. So in a way this theory actually being true was also small.
Suddenly his phone rang. Knowing who it was the man sighed as he pulled the device out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Tseng here."
"I've just received news that the target is dead."
"Yes."
"...Was it Gunslinger?"
The Turk paused.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Tseng remained silent.
"Did you see his face?"
"No. He moved too fast, almost inhumanly so."
"Faster than a First?" The other man inquired.
"Possibly faster than the general."
"That's a serious observation if it's considered as one."
"I don't lie."
It was true. Tseng never lied on or off the job. Though these days he seemed to be more on the job than usual, with the sudden loss of many of the members of the Turks he had been working overtime and taking on two investigations at the same time. He didn't think that the two would ever cross paths until now. He should have seen it coming.
"Is there anything else to report?"
"…Before the mayor was shot, he was stopped on the way home by a young concubine."
"Why bring this up?"
"The boy disappeared at the same time as the killer."
"…"
Tseng took the other's silence as a cue to continue.
"Gunslinger either perceived the boy as a threat and took him away, or decided to give into the simple instincts to dominate someone. However I see those two theories rather low on the scale."
"You mean to say that Gunslinger could be not one, but two people?"
"I can't confirm that theory just yet. But if a body doesn't turn up then we have no reason but to conclude that yes, Gunslinger is actually the work of two people. Possibly Gunslinger is an assassin taking on an apprentice." Tseng replied.
There was a pause between the two men.
"Tseng."
"Yes."
"Don't tell anyone else about this information. We may have just caught the snake by the tail, its best we let them think they've gotten away with this murder."
"Understood."
"In the meantime I think it's about time you've returned. We're getting ready to bring in new recruits. The Turks need at least one handsome young face to look up to as a leader. Get some rest tonight, and then return to Midgar as soon as you can tomorrow."
Tseng raised a brow.
"Is it that time of the year already?"
The man on the other line laughed heartily.
"I think you've spent too much time away from Shin–Ra. You've almost forgotten it's time for the fresh meat to flow in."
"Even so, that doesn't mean we're going to lose this year. There are fewer Turks than there are SOLDIERS. I'm not going to allow the Turks to die out." Tseng allowed the smallest of a smile to sneak through his mask.
It was a game of sorts between them. It wasn't harmless, and there were no hard feelings when by the end of the year for the new recruits to be tested for either the Turk or SOLDIER program and one of them lost. The game was to see who would have the most recruits, and actually survive. Right now the Turks were losing numbers due to a higher amount of monsters running around rampant.
"So it's game on, Turk."
"Game on, Director Lazard."
Both men hung up.
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Shado: Yep. Like I said earlier, this story has a lot more potential compared to Lost Angel. I'd really like to continue. And just as a warning, I'll be starting college next week. So there will be times that will be a long wait to update this story. I will try my best to stick with this one, and it will be hard. But I'd actually like to finish this one.
And with that, I end my commentary here. Please leave a review! A writer always appreciates feedback and opinions. And it's one of the reasons why I keep going with my work too! Gives me inspiration as they say x3