I do not own Final Fantasy. Or Wei. Sulcal owns Wei, I'm just borrowing him with permission.
This is a standalone drabble in AmazonTurk's Operation: Assassination ficverse. Rated for gore.
"Wei…?" Magni murmured, twisting to look at the Wu Tai native.
The black-haired man shifted in the couch until he could meet Magni's green eyes. "Yeah, what?"
She took a drink of her vanilla vodka and shrugged. "Y'ever think about the past?"
Wei stiffed a little at the question. It wasn't something Turks talked about. Most Turks refused to even admit they had a past before ShinRa. "No, not really."
It had been the mission, of course, it always was. "I remember my first…" Magni said in a low voice. Her target had looked so much like him… funny the things life reminds you of.
He had threatened Janus. She'd come in time to rescue her brother, send him home. He didn't like that, having a small girl stand up to him like. He had a knife, practically a short sword. She had her katars.
She was new to fighting, but not that new. She rolled towards him, under his attack, coming to her feet with her right kat leading. The blade caught him under the jaw and came out from the top of his head, piercing the skull with a dull crunching that she felt as much as she heard. Blood came from the wound, a lot of it, coating her arm and chest and face. She waited for him to fall, and then realized that she was holding him up, impaled on her katar. She pulled it loose with a disgusted sound.
"I got him," Magni lightly touched her larynx, "Right through here." She didn't need to say any more. Wei was a knife fighter, and he knew how long her katars were. He knew what kind of damage that blow would have caused.
"Must have taken forever to clean up," he commented, taking the vodka from Magni and trying a swallow. Wei made a face at the taste.
Magni lay her head against the black couch, looking up at the plants. "I burned the shirt. Shaved all my hair off, for a while, too."
There was silence for a while, then Wei offered, "My first was my initiation."
There had been less resistance than he was expecting. Humans were so much frailer than then monsters of the Planet. He pulled the knife out, turned it around, smirking sadistically at his uncle. He didn't feel bad about what he was doing. He was avenging his mother.
He pulled down, through the cracked breastbone, freeing the organs beneath. The blood was every bit as red as the monsters, and with a touch of pride he saw that he had kept his suit clean. Sacking the last of the gore from his blade, he put it away, then smiled at his boss. That had been far more satisfying than he had anticipated.
"I glanced over that report," Magni admitted.
"I know they say not to mix business and personal life…" Wei said with a shrug, putting the vodka on the floor.
Magni snorted in a very unladylike manner. "Find me a Turk who doesn't mix the two, and I'll find you a Turk with no personal life."
"Tseng," Wei answered without hesitating.
Magni made a face, but didn't refute it. She curled into Wei's side, yawning slightly. She didn't ask to be held, but then, she didn't need too. Wei knew she was troubled because she had brought up the past. He held her gently, silently, and in time the two drifted off, sleeping on the couch.
In the morning, the conversation had never happened.
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