They had perused months of hard training. Endurance, accuracy, stealth, everything a growing Turk would have to know to survive out in the harsh world. Soon the time was approaching for Vincent and his fellow Rookies to be thrown out into the field. To get their first taste of real action.

While most of the others seemed to be growing in excitement for their oncoming missions, Vincent was starting to feel nervous. Not from the dangers he believed he would soon be facing, but for the tasks that would be thrown onto another. When a Rookie is finally ready to be out in the field, he is assigned to a senior team to help show him the ropes of what was truly expected of him, and even how to approach certain tasks. In short, how to be a fully prepared field agent.

He never truly warmed up to people, the only one he was seeming to really know was a fellow rookie named Shane Ruma. Course, that was only because he was rooming with him in their barracks. Vincent didn't want to think about what kind of team he would get stuck with, but he did have an idea of who he would like. Granted, it sounded a little selfish, but he felt like no other would do.

A group of the senior Turks made their way through the square, and he saw him. A tall slender man, harboring a long black ponytail, trailing neatly past his shoulders. The very sight of him was truly wondrous to behold. He had admired this man, even before entering the Turks, but that admiration had grown into a deep respect, since he had joined.

Finally, Vincent came to a decision. He closed the book in his hands, and made his way over. Walking up behind the group, Vincent saluted to their backs. "Jonas, Sir."

The man turned around, a quizzical expression on his face. The confusion soon melted into a smile. "Valentine." He walked over, the other seniors watching with growing curiosity. Jonas waved a hand to him. "At ease."

Vincent brought his hand down, folding his arms behind his back, though still very alert and formal.

Jonas stopped in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, what do you need?"

Vincent hesitated slightly, taking a breath to prepare for what he was going to do. "I wish to ask a favor, Sir."

He cocked a brow at him. "Oh? And what might that be?"

Vincent puffed out his chest in steeling his nerve. "I humbly request to serve under your tutelage... Sir."

Jonas' smile faded into a smirk, the other seniors letting out a group 'ooh', as if themselves shocked... or amused. It was rather hard to tell

"You wish for me to be your mentor." He stated, as if to clarify what he was hearing.

"Yes, Sir."

Jonas folded his arms behind his back, walking closer to Vincent. "And why is that?"

Vincent kept his eyes forward, wondering if he should watch him as he started to circle. "Your skills are admirable. I simply wish to be trained by the best."

Some of the other seniors jeered, but Jonas stopped in front of him, holding a hand to his chest. "That's kind of you, but I'm afraid flattery will get you nowhere."

Vincent felt his face start to heat up. "I did not mean it to flatter you, Sir. I was simply stating my observation."

By now, even some in his own level were starting to gather around to watch the show.

"Well, I admire your honesty, Vincent."

Vincent started a bit, from hearing the familiarity of his name.

"I must say, this is highly unethical, but it's noble of you to make such a request." His eyes almost took on a sort of pitying expression. "Though, I'm afraid I don't have the authority to grant your request."

There was a slight deflation in Vincent's demeanor. He hadn't even considered that as being an option.

"However." Jonas turned away, starting to circle around him again. "I do have a good rapport with Kai. So, there's a chance that a word from me could sway his decision."

There was a new found hope, until Jonas stopped in front of him, smirking again. "That being said, it will not be so easy. You must first prove yourself to me."

Vincent settled back into ease. He'd been expecting something like this. "I'm up for anything you ask."

Jonas' grin just spread into a slightly wicked expression. He leaned in closer, to where only Vincent could hear him. "I have a secret."

Confused, Vincent glanced over at him, but Jonas just continued to smile. "Figure out what it is."

With no further explanation, he turned back towards his fellow Turks and they started to walk off. "Oh, and Vincent." He waved a hand, glancing back.

Vincent stood at attention again. "Yes, Sir?"

"Loosen up a bit, or else your string's gonna snap."

They continued on, the rest of the Seniors laughing.

Vincent deflated, once they were out of sight, feeling a bit lost. "Figure out his secret?"

"Whoa, Vin. You got balls." Shane crooned, throwing an arm around his room mate's shoulder. "Going straight up to Ren, and asking that." He chucked him in the arm, running a hand through his flaming hair. "I think I wet myself, when he first spoke to me."

Vincent gave him a disapproving look. "You did?"

"Nope." He turned around, and started off, his hands laced behind his head. "Still, he can be pretty scary. Guess that's what experience does to ya."

"I suppose so."

In an upper window, Ren Jonas watched his potential protege, an almost fatherly expression on his face.

"I can't tell if you're being far too nice, or if you're an evil master mind."

"The rookie, intrigues me, is all." Ren addressed his partner, without even looking at him. A tall broad man, with bright red hair, and a scar streaked down his left cheek. He had been reprimanded before for the state of his hair, and the multiple piercings in his ear, but nobody cared to try and enforce it, anymore. "I've seen him in training, and he has real potential. Besides-" Ren glanced up at Strike, the fatherly expression turning a bit sinister. "I prefer to think of myself as chaotically good."

Strike laughed openly, then turned to look down at the two rookies. Shane seemed to still be giving Vincent a hard time. "Let's just hope he can make it through your little test."

"Only time will tell." Ren stood up straight, stretching out his back. He still kept his eyes on Vincent, as they faded out of sight. "I just hope he learns to let go a bit, or else it won't matter how skilled he is. This job will eat him alive."

Strike snorted, falling against the wall, hands sliding in his pockets. "I wouldn't worry so much. As long as he's got a Ruma by his side, it's inevitable."

Ren gave his partner a cock-eyed smirk. "That's what untied my knot."

Laughing again, Strike pushed off the wall, throwing an arm around Ren's shoulders to lead him away. "That's certainly true.

xXx

"How on Gaia, am I going to figure out his secret?" Vincent mulled to himself, laying awake in his bed.

"Will you stop asking me that? For the 50th time, I don't know."

Vincent sneered at Shane, through the dark. "I wasn't asking you."

"Then keep it to yourself. Some of us are trying to sleep." Shane yawned, rolling over in bed, then pulled the covers over his head.

Vincent rolled his eyes, soon turning them back towards the ceiling. This task seemed to be getting harder and harder the more he thought about it. Ren was a trained Turk. One of the best. If he didn't want anyone to find out something, then how could he, barely a rookie, figure out what it is? There's no way spying on him could work. Ren was a sharp shooter. His eyes were honed to any kind of movement within a hundred yard radius. Ok, granted that was probably an exaggeration, but there was still a chance it wasn't. Even so, spying on him may not do any good, because he didn't know if it was a secret he was keeping for current events, or something from his past. If the later were true, he certainly was doomed to never find out.

Vincent sighed. This was seeming more and more hopeless, the more he thought about it. The point further driven home by the knowledge that the Rookies would be assigned their teams in little less than two months. That didn't give much time for any serious recon. I guess the only thing he can do is try surveillance and see what he can gather. He'd have to be careful not to let Ren know what he's up to, or else he will know to hide it better. He could do that... right?

"Alright, the sighing is getting even more annoying than the talking." He heard Shane roll over, and saw the vague outline of him looking over at him, from the street light out the window. "Do you want me to help you? I mean, my brother IS his partner."

Vincent considered this for a bit. He knew that teamwork was a huge part of the job. That being said, he knew that he was supposed to prove himself to Ren on his own. It may not count if he accepts outside help. "No. I have to do this on my own."

Shane scoffed. "Suit yourself. Until then, you better get some sleep. It's not good to do recon when you're tired. You might miss some details."

Vincent hummed in agreement. "You have a point."

"Good to know. Now, good night." There was an overemphasized swoosh of the covers, and Shane had rolled back over and fell asleep.

Vincent watched the lump for a bit, finally dozing off, with his mind reeling in confusion as to what his next move was going to be.

xXx

Over the next few weeks, Vincent had spent nearly all of his free time following Ren around, and observing his behavior. Hoping he could pick up some kind of clue as to what this illustrious secret might be. As far as he could tell, he wasn't even hiding anything.

He really didn't give a lick if Ren saw him or not, though most of the time he wasn't even made aware if he did notice his rookie shadow.

Course there was the one time, when Vincent lost sight of him. He only found him because Ren had managed to sneak up behind him, and whispered in his ear, "Try being a little less obvious."

Vincent nearly screamed, whipping around towards him. Ren smirked, sauntering off. "I'll give you an A for effort. Although I won't take you in, if you don't figure it out."

Vincent's heart was pounding in his head, watching him go. How the hell could he sneak around so quietly? Was it the shoes? Vincent glanced down at his standard Turk shoes. They shouldn't be any different. Maybe he was a wizard? Yes, perhaps that was his deep dark... no, that was stupid.

Vincent just groaned, slumping against the wall, a hand pushing through his hair.

"No luck?"

"Afraid no-" He had thought it was Shane, coming to mock him again, but when he looked up, Vincent saw Strike towering over him. Vincent instantly straightened up, and his senior started laughing at him. "Man, you're formal. You really gotta unwind a bit, or you'll never figure anything out."

Vincent was struck silent, his voice lost, as it was still in shock. All he could manage was a clumsy, "Thank you."

Strike snorted. "Yea, sure. Here." He fished an envelope out of his pocket, and handed it to him. "Give this to Shane-O. I'd do it myself, but I don't much feel like it." He gave Vincent a sly wink, then started off. "I'm sure I'll see ya around, Squirt."

Vincent watched him a bit put-off. "Squirt?" He glanced down at the envelope, and turned it over in his hands. There was no writing on it. No name or address. Nothing. There wasn't even a chance of seeing what it said, when he held it up to the sun. Damn these experienced Turks. They don't give anything away.

xXx

Vincent skulked into his room, threw the notebook onto the side table, then slumped onto his bed, face buried in the pillow.

Shane didn't even bother to look up from the sparking contraption, in his hands. "I take that to mean, you still have no clue."

Vincent just groaned into the pillow.

"Uh huh. What's that?" Shane asked, waving a nonchalant hand in the air.

Vincent threw the letter over to him. "Your brother wanted me to give you this."

The letter drifted through the air, and Shane had to lean out a ways to catch it.

Upon hearing the ripping paper, Vincent glanced over to watch as his roommate's eyes scanned the letter. Shane's expression grew a bit worried.

"What's it say?"

"Uh." He hastily shoved the letter back in the envelope, and tucked it under his pillow. "Nothing."

Vincent just smirked. "Well, at least I can tell you're hiding something."

xXx

Ren was sitting on the couch, in his ShinRa owned flat, polishing his saxophone. Strike walked in, carrying two steaming cups of tea. He rolled his eyes at his partner. "How long are you going to polish that thing? You're nearly wearing a hole in it."

Ren just smirked. "I'm just bidding my time. Seeing if I can bore Vincent out of his mind."

"What?" Strike looked around. "The kid's here?"

"Oh, yes he is. He's been spying on us for the last hour or so."

"Huh. Well, where is he?" Strike settled onto the couch, taking a sip of his tea.

"He's up in that tree, just outside the window."

"Really now?" He looked around towards the window, glancing up at the tree. "I don't see him. How do you know he's up there?"

Ren tried not to laugh. "His watch is reflecting the moonlight."

Strike didn't even bother to hide his laughter.

"And, now it's not. He must have the place bugged too." Ren finally set down the saxophone, and plucked the other cup from the table. "Have to say, I'm getting very impressed."

"So are ya gonna throw the kid a bone, or what?"

"Now, what lesson would he learn from that? Honestly, Strike, you're far too lenient."

Strike scoffed into his cup. "Maybe so, but he needs to figure it out soon. It's kinda getting aggravating."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. We only have a couple more weeks until groups are assigned their rookies. If he hasn't figured it out by then, there's no reason for him to be so persistent."

Strike ran a hand through his hair, pulling it a bit as it left. "Two weeks, huh?"

"Yes. You can wait that long."

"Pssht, easy for you to say. You're getting some kind of sick joy out of this kid, and what do I get?"

"The knowledge that we could be getting a worthy protege?" Ren offered, with a sweet smile.

Strike just glared at him. "No. I'm getting absolutely bub-kiss."

Ren expression towards him turned a bit more serious. "I understand the aggravation, of being tailed, but you better watch yourself. Don't go saying anything to him, just because you want him to figure it out sooner. Then, he'll never learn anything."

"Yea, yea, I get it." Strike drained the rest of his tea, and stood. "Whatever, I'm going to bed."

"This early?"

"I procrastinated on my paperwork, so I gotta get up early to do it."

Ren furrowed an uncertain brow at him. "Why don't you just do it now, and then go to bed?"

Strike stopped in the doorway, then glanced back at him. "Because I'm tired now."

"But that doesn't make any sense."

"G'night, Ren." He waved a hand, and started for the bedroom. "Night, Vincent."

Ren sniggered as his partner made for his room. "Good night."

xXx

Vincent was sitting alone, in the cafeteria, eating his lunch, a pair of headphones over his ears. His time was dwindling fast. There was only four more days until it would be too late. He was poring over the recordings he had of his recon of Ren. There had to be some clue, some kind of hint in there that would give him away, but he couldn't find anything. All he could factor was that Strike knew his secret too. Although, that much had to be obvious. Partners tended to know everything about each other. It was like a well known rule that partners had to be close, in order to create the kind of kinship required to trust the other in the heat of life and death.

Vincent groaned, dropping his head into his hands. This was impossible. How was he going to get this, in time? The recording drifted away a bit. "Don't you ever take a break?"

"What?" Vincent was startled when the headphones snapped back to hit him in the face. He plucked them off in time to see Strike settle down in the seat across from him.

"Uh." Vincent clambered to pull the headphones down, and looked dumbfounded to his senior. "I-uh-can't take a break. Not until I figure this out."

Strike shook his head, laughing lightly. "Still so young. You don't seem to understand that resting is just as important as working."

"What? But I can't rest, until the issue is resolved."

"You should really listen to your superiors." Strike pushed his chair back onto two legs, resting his hands behind his head. "If you work too hard, you kill your brain. More times than not, you come up with the answer, when you're not thinking of it."

"What? That doesn't make any sense."

"Sure it does. Haven't you even noticed that you can't find something, until you stop looking for it? Works the same way for solving problems." His grin turned a touch more vicious. "But if you seem to think it's such a pain, I can give you a small hint."

Vincent scowled at him. "No. I'm not accepting any hand outs. I need to figure this out, on my own, or I'll never prove myself worthy."

"Worthy, huh?" Strike threw his head back, laughing uproariously. "You're a trip, Kid. A good Turk never does anything alone, it's why we work in teams. You have to extract information from any source that you can, when you can." He winked at him, holding up a finger, to emphasize his point. "So, if you stop being so stubborn, I can- WHOA!"

A hand pushed down the back of his seat, causing Strike to fall backwards, tumbling onto the floor. Ren stood over him, folding his arms across his chest. "What did I tell you? No assisting the rookie."

"Oww." Strike sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "Geeze, Renny, ya don't gotta be so rough."

"Hmph, rough seems to be the only thing that gets through to you." Vincent was standing up to look over the table. He froze, as Ren turned to him, as if scolding him for daring to listen to Strike.

Wilting back, Vincent sat down, looking at his headphones. "It's not like I was accepting his help. I'm going to figure this out, on my own."

"No you won't." Vincent's head snapped up, in shock, watching as Ren started to walk off. "Come on, Strike."

Strike scrambled to his feet, rushing to catch up to him, leaving the dumbstruck rookie in his seat. He grinned proudly at his partner. "Did I do good?"

Ren laughed, smiling to himself. "Yes, you did splendidly. It's all up to his interpretation, now. If he can't figure it out, then he's not suited for this line of work."

xXx

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day they finally decided, and Vincent was starting to lose all hope. He sat there, watching the senior pair, (Not observing, just watching.) his desire to be under their tutelage nothing but a far off dream. Maybe whatever group he landed in wouldn't be so bad. Not as good as Ren and Strike, but the other Turks were fully capable at what they did, as well. All of his resources were thoroughly exhausted, and still he could not figure it out.

Vincent laid back in the grass, mulling over everything that he had seen within the past few months. A ping of guilt started to settle in his stomach. Not only was he letting himself down, but he was sure he was letting Ren down too. The senior member seemed to be setting his hopes on Vincent figuring out his secret, and the only thing he had done was just prove how useless he was.

His eyes gently closed, letting the guilt wash over him. It didn't matter how good he became, both Ren and Strike were always going to look at him as being an incompetent, hopeless little kid, who couldn't even handle his first mission. He was pathetic.

All he seemed to get from this whole experience is that those two were impossible to read. Even when talking to each other, there was some kind of cryptic language to their words. Course that could have been because they knew Vincent was watching them. There also seemed to be some kind of inclination that Strike really hated having to keep this secret. Course, he couldn't truly make sense of that. How hard can it be to keep someone else's secret. I suppose if it's something big, that you're dying to let everyone know, then maybe it'd be a pain. There was also the option that maybe it was so horribly bad that maybe Strike was doing everything he could to keep Ren out of trouble. No, that didn't make sense. If that were true, then Strike wouldn't trust, or even like him as much as he seemed to.

It could be both their secret.

Vincent's eyes snapped open, an almost literal light bulb popping before his eyes. That had to be it. Ren never said it was just his secret, alone. Perhaps they shared their secret, and Strike was just... just.

Immediately, Vincent sat up. "That's it!" He cried, eyes swinging around to where they had been. Neither Ren, Strike, nor any of the seniors were in the immediate area. Vincent got to his feet, running off to try and find them. Asking around a bit, Vincent found out that the senior members had been called into a meeting. A new spring in his step, he rushed off towards the conference room. He had the answer, he was sure of it. Dividing all the factors, the rules surrounding them, their personalities, the way they had been acting, no matter how subtle it was, he knew he had it.

By the time Vincent found the conference room, the meeting had been let out. The senior Turks were filing out of the room. Panting, Vincent scanned the men until he finally saw him. Ren was walking along, chatted animatedly with his partner.

Vincent sat watching him, finding he had lost his voice. What if he was wrong? Would he laugh? Would he be mad that he'd assumed something like that, about him? Would he give him another chance, or tell him to get lost?"

Vincent shook his head. No, he couldn't let fear of the unknown rule him. He had nothing else to lose by taking this chance. "REN!" He shouted, a bit louder than he truly meant to.

All heads swiveled in his direction, others even poking out of doorways to look at him. Vincent was still panting, his heart beating against his chest. "I- I know." He gasped, his mouth feeling dry. "I figured it out."

Small murmurs rose from some of the groups.

"Oh?" Ren's eye widened in curiosity. "Do you now?" He cast a sideways glance to his partner, who shrugged. "Well." They seemed to speak through their gaze, before Ren started for Vincent. "In that case, let's go somewhere private to discuss this." His hand fell on Vincent's back, leading him away, as Strike stayed behind to diffuse the curiosity of the group.

Ren lead Vincent into one of the interrogation rooms, pushing him towards the wall. "You need to learn a thing or two about subtlety, Rookie."

Vincent flushed, diverting his gaze. After a quick scan of the surroundings, Ren unplugged the camera, before finally turning to face Vincent. He folded his arms over his chest, eying the younger Turk. "Alright. What do you suppose it is?"

Vincent scanned his brain to try and think of a good way to say what he thought he knew. Finally, he took a deep breath, and spoke softly. "You're gay." He wrung his hands, feeling increasingly nervous. "You and Strike are h-having an affair."

He half expected him to be angry, or even show acknowledgment of some kind, but the look in his eyes neither confirmed nor denied his suspicions. "Why would you say that?"

Vincent's mind went blank. He didn't think he had to prove it, but there was a reason. What the hell was it? "Y-You um, you two are really close-"

"He's my partner. Of course we're close."

Vincent found his second wind, and shook his head. "The bond you two have goes beyond just that of a partnership. It's the type of bond one shares with a lover." The lack of confirmation in his expression, made Vincent a bit nervous again. "I-it may not be the secret you wanted me to find out, but I could see it when you were together. And- um- g-given the rules, I can see wh-why you'd want to hide it."

Ren's eyes narrowed a bit. "To what rules are you referring?"

"I, uh, the um." His face flushed deeper. "H-homosexuality is considered a weakness. Therefore, Turks aren't aloud... to be... gay." He finished, his assurance dwindling.

Ren looked him over, as if trying to see whether or not he was just grasping at straws. He was going to refuse, he knew it. That is until Ren smiled. "Are we really that obvious?"

Vincent's tension melted away, and he smiled. "Not really. I'm just that observant."

Ren laughed. "Sure ya are. Then why did you seem so unsure?"

"You, uh, you didn't say I was right, so I kinda started to assume I was wrong."

Ren shook his head. "Never doubt yourself. Though you have shown us that we need to be a bit more discreet. If you can figure it out, then we're in serious trouble."

"Well." Vincent rubbed his neck, laughing sheepishly. "It's not so much how obvious you two were, but more along the lines of Strike getting more and more frustrated. I guess you couldn't do anything, with me tailing you."

Ren laughed again. "Yea, Strike's a bit of a baby."

Vincent wrung his hands. "So, um, does that mean y-you'll take me on?"

The laughter died down, a pair of slate blue eyes, sizing him up. "Granted, we had to drop a few hints, but I suppose I can talk to Kai tomorrow. On one, condition." He squelched Vincent's growing excitement, holding a finger in his face. Vincent smiled. "I won't tell anyone."

"Good." Ren straightened up, starting to head off. "A secret's no good, when it's spread too thin, and far too many people know about it already."

Vincent smirked. "By, too many people, you mean me?"

Ren grinned back at him, sliding his hands into his pockets. "You and Shane, yea."

Vincent deflated completely, watching his superior saunter off. "Heh?"

xXx

"YOU KNEW!?" Vincent shrieked, slamming through the door into his room.

Shane didn't even bother to look up from what he was working on, and smirked. "Of course I knew. Strike's my brother." He shuddered. "Course, I don't like to think about it."

Vincent shut the door, making his way over. He slammed his hands down on Shane's desk. "You let me go through all of that, and you knew the whole time? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well." Shane laced his fingers, resting his chin on his hands as he gave his friend a very condescending look. "For one thing, you never asked." He started ticking off on his fingers. "Two, you were so dead set on figuring it out yourself, that I couldn't interfere, and thirdly-" He went back to what he was doing. "I was threatened."

"Threatened?"

"Yea, Strike sent me that letter, saying he wouldn't give me any Christmas presents this year."

Vincent stared at him, dumbstruck. "You're kidding."

"I know, right? With all the cool shit he finds, out on those missions. It's real helpful for my projects."

Irritation setting in, Vincent rolled his eyes. "But, how did you even know, in the first place?"

It was Shane's turn to give him the look that signified crazy. He over emphasized placing his project on the desk, and cupped his hands around his mouth. "STRIKE. IS. MY. BROTHER."

Vincent growled, waving a hand at him. "I know that." He sat down on the bed, next to him. "But they're trained Turks. Just because you're his brother, doesn't mean you know everything about him."

Shane shrugged, continuing to tinker with his project again. "We're close."

"But that doesn't mean you-" Vincent groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "Oh, I give up."

"Good call. So, I take it you have a new mentor?"

Vincent smiled. "I sure do."

"Wonder if I can get in the group too?"

"Pssht. I highly doubt it. It's not that simple."

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AN: Wow, haven't touched this in a while. Mainly because I didn't know where I was going with it. None of my ideas here seemed to be linear, so I just gave in and decided to do these as a series of oneshots or short stories.

Now, i actually started to formulate the idea of Vincent having a mentor because Elena was tailing after Reno and Rude. And, the other three Turks sprang up from there. I can't wait to fully delve into how awesome Ren and Strike are.

And yea, I know Ren's secret was a bit cliche'd, but I hope it wasn't too obvious.