A/N: This fic is going to be a crossover of sorts. I'm taking the characters from Final Fantasy 7 (both the game and the movie), and inserting them into the world of Rocky Horror Picture Show. I am writing this for NaNoWriMo 2010, and I will admit...it's probably the most screwed up FF7 fic idea I've ever come up with. :) But I plan on having fun with it, and hopefully seeing it through to the end, and winning by reaching 50,000 words in 30 days!
Cast of Characters (I will refer to them by their FF7 character names in my story, though) -
Frank N Furter – Sephiroth
Riff Raff – Cid
Magenta – Tifa
Columbia – Yuffie
Janet – Reno (um…Janet Reno? LOL. I swear, I didn't realize the irony until I typed this out!)
Brad – Zack
Rocky – Cloud
Dr. Scott – Hojo, of course!
Eddie – Vincent Valentine
The Crim (narrator) – Genesis
Each chapter will begin with a little intro by The Crim/Genesis, and then the main (third person) narrative will follow.
Um…this is about to get totally corny as hell. As one might expect, in bringing these two worlds together…what the hell was I thinking? XD
Warnings for this chapter: Yaoi, language, mild lemon
Scene: Just after midnight. A solitary male figure is seated on a tufted velvet chaise lounge, covered in black velvet. He is studying a large, well-worn leather-bound book, turning pages, and frowning as he reads certain passages.
And so begins our tale…
Good evening, fair wanderers. I am Genesis Rhapsodos, your host…author, poet, criminologist extraordinaire. We begin this strange, incredible journey into the mind of a madman…with a look at those lives he touched...some in unspeakable ways.
Our story begins - oddly enough - on a dark and stormy night. Two lovers –young, innocent… and blissfully ignorant of the evil and perversion that awaits them…embark on a strange journey.
A journey…into fear, depravity, and madness…
"That was some wedding, yo," remarked Reno, as he sat in the passenger seat of Zack Fair's convertible. Zack and Reno, newly dating, had just left the wedding celebration of two old friends, Cissnei and Kunsel.
The wedding was like most others that either of them had been to, except – this was the first wedding Zack and Reno had attended as a 'couple.' Their friends there had greeted them with congratulations, and sly remarks and innuendo, most of which went right over Zack's oblivious head. He wasn't lacking intelligence, by any means, but could best be described as obtuse. Zack's redheaded Turk boyfriend was a bit more worldly than Zack, but kept up the pretense of being more innocent than he actually was. Why Reno kept up this illusion, he wasn't entirely sure, but playing games and…fibbing a bit, was quite simply second nature to him.
"Huh?" Zack replied, distractedly, as he squinted through the windshield. It was growing dark, and visibility was growing poor, due to a settling fog. "Oh yeah, the wedding. It was pretty nice, huh? Makes you think about how our wedding will be, right babe?"
"Our wedding?" echoed Reno. Did Zack just say what I think he said? "Um…sure," smiled Reno, playing along. "Makes you…think a bit…" Reno honestly wasn't sure how to respond to that. He and Zack had yet to consummate their relationship, so Zack's cursory mention of marriage took Reno quite by surprise. They had fooled around some, but Zack was always the one to put on the brakes before things got "too heavy." Reno was starting to think his SOLDIER boyfriend was either impotent, or a cocktease – possibly a bit of both.
Smiling, Zack took his hand off the steering wheel, and ruffled Reno's thatch of red hair, pausing to play with the ponytail. "Hey, why don't we pull off the highway, somewhere…maybe get a room?" Zack paused, hoping that Reno would get the hint. Thus far, Zack had been clumsy and awkward about making the first move, and Reno was simply lazy when it came to relationships. He'd never really had one that lasted longer than a few months, before he got bored and moved on. Zack was…different, somehow. Of course, the fact that he was a fine specimen of manhood was not completely lost on Reno. Zack had these arms that look like they'd crush a man in two; not to mention, azure eyes you could get lost in, raven hair…Reno started daydreaming about all of Zack's fine attributes, plus a few others he had yet to see, when he suddenly realized that Zack was talking to him.
"Reno, are you listening?" Zack demanded icily, breaking into Reno's reveries. Really, Reno can be most irritating with how he tunes me out sometimes…
"Wha? Sorry, Zack," Reno grinned. "I was just thinking about what you look like naked." Why lie? Reno thought, smirking.
"Reeeeeno!" Zack protested, blushing. What was it about this redheaded Turk that made him so damned nervous about going all the way? They'd made out a bunch of times, did some awkward groping and fondling, but hadn't gotten further than that. There was that one time, Zack recalled, where Reno started grinding against me, and I freaked out. He must think I'm a total square. The truth was, Zack wanted nothing better than to just pull the damned car over, rip Reno's clothes off, and just take him, but…he hesitated.
No, no more of this shit, Zack told himself. Strike while the iron is hot…or…hard, he pondered as he glanced down at the bulge in his pants.
"Reno, I'm pulling over," Zack muttered, jerking the wheel to the right and directing the vehicle over to the shoulder of the road.
"Whassa matter, Zack, you gotta take a piss?" asked Reno, leaning back in his seat.
"No," Zack replied evenly, leaning over the gearshift and moving across the driver's seat toward Reno. "The rain's getting heavier out here, and I'm having trouble seeing….and," he continued, moving his hand in between Reno's legs, "I thought we could…wait it out, or something."
Gods, it's about fucking time, Fair! Reno thought. He thrusted his pelvis toward Zack's groping hand, and, grabbing Zack by the hair, pulled him in closer him for a heated kiss.
"I've been waiting for you to put the moves on me, Zacky boy," teased Reno. "What the hell took you so long?"
"Me?" Zack replied, surprised. "I thought you were more…um, experienced than me, Reno," he said shyly. Gods, this is awkward…
"Well, I don't know about that," replied Reno, downplaying how much 'experience' he actually had. "I thought you would show me the way, Daddy."
"Ohhhh," Zack said slowly. "So it's like that, huh?" Shit. Either Reno is not as experienced as I thought he was, or….I don't know what. Zack slid over the console, and got into the backseat of the car. He could hear the rain pelting down heavily on the ragtop of the convertible. "Get back here, kitten," Zack commanded Reno, tugging on his arm and pulling him back.
"Now we're talkin'," cracked the redheaded Turk. He practically bounded into the backseat, straddling Zack, who was sitting up. Reno moved in and wrapped his arms around Zack's broad shoulders, and began nuzzling and purring against his neck, eliciting an appreciative groan from Zack. Funny, I never liked guys with big muscles, Reno mused. Although, there's only one muscle that really matters.
Reno laughed aloud at the last thought.
"What, Reno?" Zack asked, wondering what in the world Reno could be laughing at, during a moment like this. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong, daddy," Reno purred, gliding his hands over Zack's muscular chest. Reno was dismayed to see Zack just…sitting there, and not doing much. Shit, Reno thought. Zack really doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. Not that I know a shit ton, but still. I'm going to have to show him the fucking ropes? This fucking sucks.
"Let's take our clothes off, yo," Reno suggested. "It's getting steamy in here." Indeed it was, as the windows were becoming fogged up with their breath.
"Okay," agreed Zack. Maybe I should undress him first, Zack thought. Yeah. That's what I'll do.
Trying to appear sure of himself, Zack ran his calloused hands up the inside of Reno's shirt, running them over the lean musculature that resided beneath. Reno gasped at the sensation of Zack's sword-roughened hands rasping against the smooth skin of his back.
"Yeah," Reno whispered. "That feels nice, yo." Out of the corner of his eye, Reno saw a light through the rear window of the car, as Zack pulled Reno in toward him, still moving his exploring hands all over Reno's torso. The light drew nearer, as Reno stared out the window…coming ever closer to the car…
"Shit, Zack, that fucker's going to hit us!" Reno yelped as a motorcycle speeding by nearly sideswiped the convertible. "What the fuck!" Zack yelled, frowning. He hastily extricated himself from Reno, and moved back into the front seat. Reno followed suit, pulling his shirt back on, and trying to catch his breath. "Fucking blue balls now," he muttered.
"Yeah, I know," Zack replied, rolling his eyes. "Me too. That fucker! What the hell!" Looking out the driver's side window, Zack saw another motorcycle speed by, just a little too close, but not close enough to hit their vehicle…then another…and another…and another. At least a dozen such motorcycles sped by, obviously all in a hurry to get somewhere.
"What the hell, yo!" Reno protested. "What the fuck's going on with all these motorcycles?"
"Don't know," answered Zack. "But I'd certainly like to find out." Suddenly the skies opened up, and the rain came down even harder. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" complained Zack. "Well…maybe we should try to find a place to crash, Reno. This rain isn't really letting up."
"Yeah, I guess we should," grumbled Reno. "But I would rather stay here and finish what we started."
"We will later, don't you worry," Zack said, smiling at Reno. He started the car and shifted it into gear, driving slowly, as the pelting rain was making visibility extremely poor. They crept along like that for a mile or so, when Reno suddenly noticed….a light.
A light.
"Yo, Zack, hold up!" Reno shouted excitedly. "I think it's a house! A…really big house, maybe," he muttered.
"Yeah, I see it!" exclaimed Zack. "Is that a….castle?"
"That is a weird, big-ass window there, yo," commented Reno. "It looks like a giant fucking onion."
Zack laughed at this. "Yeah, it does! Hey…I see a bunch of motorcycles parked around here. Must be some kind of party?"
"Or an asshole convention," Reno remarked dryly.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad," Zack observed, pulling into the driveway and parking near the castle. Let's go in, see if we can ask them to stay the night. How bad can it be, right? It's a freaking castle!" Zack chortled.
"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine," Reno replied apathetically. Suddenly he was starting to have a very bad feeling about this.
Yeah…it'll be fine…just a bunch of motorcycle riding assholes having a party, right?
….Right.