A/N Hiya, I think that all of this chapter will be finding out about Dilan, his past and how he ended up fighting the Turks, as well as finding out who "Sir" is. Once again an informative chapter. I tried my best with this chapter, as I'm only a beginner at writing I wasn't sure how to write about Dilans' past. If Kd Zeal is reading this, it would be appreciated if they could tell me how they guessed that it was Elena who got shot.

Rating: T for language

Disclaimer: This is getting annoying, as the FFVII characters still, and most likely always will belong to Square Enix.

Chapter 7

Midgar12:03 am

Dilan tossed in bed as his memories plagued his dreams. Two boys were running around a back yard, one was about ten the other looked two years older. The younger of the two looked at his cousin with his grey eyes, "Victor what are we going to do today?" His cousin tossed his cropped golden hair, "I know let's go watch the soldiers train" he said cat green eyes dancing with enthusiasm.

"Brilliant!" Dilan said grey eyes dancing, as he nodded his chestnut coloured hair. Victor smiled as he led the way tho the soldiers training camp, when he grew up he would be a heart breaker, when girls took in his golden blond hair, green eyes, and smiling mouth.

Victor and Dilan, raced through the woods, and watched in fascination as they watched the soldiers training, routine. "When I'm old enough, I want to become a soldier" Victor said decidedly.

"Me too" Dilan replied as he nodded in agreement. "Why?" Victor asked surprised, as his cousin hated to see anything get hurt, "because it would be cool to learn how to fight, and we could work on the same team" Dilan replied beaming ,"and I wouldn't hurt any thing unless I had to, 'cos soldiers are there to protect people not hurt them".

Victor said nothing, he knew better than his younger cousin, but didn't want to shatter Dilan's illusions. Victor decided to try to break it to his best friend gently "Dil-" he began, Dilan suddenly frowned as thought out loud, "what if Uncle Ross finds out?" the brunet asked looking scared.

"We'll think of something when time comes" Victor replied trying not to look scared. Everyone knew Uncle Ross hated soldiers, as they had killed his family when he was five, no one knew why though, Victor always assumed they had done something wrong.

Both children were afraid of Uncle Ross, and both hated him. He would sometimes, starve them and savagely beat them for no apparent reason, and other times he would be as if it never happened as he gave them chocolates. It was later thought that Ross was psychologically disturbed and unbalanced after he saw his family murdered.

Unfortunately he was all the family the hay left, after Aunt Rose had died five years back. Things had been, slightly better when she had lived as they were fed at least three times a day, though she did not know that Ross beat them, when ever she saw their bruises she would say "naughty boys, always getting into fights" scoldingly, they knew she only teasing them. Aunt Rose didn't believe them when they told her that it was Ross who gave them the bruises.

The memory changed, Dilan looked three and a half years older, and was trying to stop his Uncle from whipping an already bloodied Victor. Ross had literally flipped out when he found out that his blond nephew wanted to leave home to become a soldier, suddenly the door burst open and revealed two soldiers pointing their weapons ay Uncle Ross.

The skinnier of the two said, "Mr Wacord stop that at once. It has been brought to our attention that you have not been adequately caring for the children, so we are taking them off you hands".

Ross looked up crazed, he took one look at the soldiers and all sanity he had left disappeared, "NEVER!" he screamed as he grabbed a kitchen knife and charged at the soldiers. BANG! The more muscular soldiers' gun was smoking. Ross collapsed on the floor never to move again.

"Great, you just 'ad to kill him, didn't cha Felix? Don't gemme wrong, you did the right thing, but what'll we do with the kids?" the skinny one complained. Felix sighed "I'm sure that we'll find a relative to take them in Roy". Roy shook his head "neighbour who reported that, they heard screaming said, he was the only relative the had alive".

"Oops" Felix winced as he continued, "well maybe Green Eyes might join out ranks, he looks old enough to".

"True 'e looks like he as the guts to join, didn't scream when you shot 'is uncle. Green eyes didn't beg for mercy neither during 'is uncles beatings, just yelled, and that flogging didn't look to shabby" Roy said than asked "wha' about Brownie?" as he indicated to Dilan.

Victor was getting seriously annoyed as the soldiers spoke as if he and Dilan weren't there. "Maybe you should ask 'Green eyes' if he would like to join, as he does. 'Green eyes' name is Victor, and Victor won't join without Dilan, who you called 'Brownie' as he is now, thanks to yee, my responsibility" Victor blurted before Felix could reply.

"Ooo, Green eyes 'as bite" Roy said surprised. The soldiers looked at each other, and nodded in agreement. Felix spoke "You do have guts Green eyes. Alright so here's the deal, we're a little short of help at the moment, so we'll train, feed, clothe, and shelter you, AND little Brownie. All we want in return are your services when you have finished training, deal?"

Victor and Dilan looked at each other, Dilan gave a small nod, "Deal" Victor said. He and Dilan both knew that they didn't have much choice, as 'Roy' had said they didn't have any family left, besides this was what the wanted.

"Well let's go then" Felix rambled. "Sure, the General won't mind?" Roy queried. Felix shook his head "he told us to look out for new recruits, besides Brownie isn't that young". Roy shrugged. They reached the camp in silence. "Well boys welcome to yur, new home" Roy grinned. The dream fades and changes.

"Well we passed our training, like always said we would" a handsome blond said, he looked twenty. Dilan replied "I never doubted you Sir". "Stop calling me that, we're equals remember?" Victor growled. Dilan shook his head "You earned it". "Fine" snapped Victor "If you must call me 'Sir' only do so when we're on a job".

"Sure cus' will do" Dilan replied then added, "How's Carrrmen?" Victor blushed as he said "How the hell should I know?" Dilan smirked "Maybe 'cause she's your girlfriend". "Shut up, your just jealous" Victor fumed.

"Nah, you know I prefer blonds, where are we going? Isn't that where… oh I see well I better give you some privacy, with your girlfriend" Dilan was about to leave when Victor suddenly grabbed his arm. Dilan looked at Victor and was surprised to see that his friend was pale. "Wha…" Dilan asked as he followed his cousin's gaze and stopped.

A young woman in a crimson shirt and blue jeans, with black hair and dark blue eyes was passionately kissing, an ash blond man who was wearing a navy blue jacket and pants… a Turks uniform. The kiss ended as Carmen took in the surroundings she turned white when she saw, Victor and Dilan. "What going on" Victor asked quietly.

"Didn't you get my message?" Carmen asked nervously, "I left a message on your phone, saying that I was love with someone else". "The Turk?" Victor spat, Carmen nodded miserably.

The Turk smirked "names Bruce. Before any one could move a muscle, the Turk pulled out a gun and said "I think you should leave". Victor snarled "Not without Carmen", he than tackled Bruce, wresting the gun from his grip, "Say your prayers Turk" Victor snarled as he took aim at Bruce, a spilt second before he pulled the trigger, there was a crimson flash. Bang!

Victor looked in horror as Carmen's body jolted as the bullet hit her. Bruce paled, oh no, no, no, NO! He turned to face Victor, "You ignorant fool! You've as good as killed her!" Dilan looked puzzled "what do you mean; she was hit on right shoulder".

Bruce looked at him in disgust "those weren't ordinary bullets, they were a special type called LOCUSTA; they had some sort of toxin, in them. They're still fixing major side effects in antidote, at the moment death would be better than the antidote" Victor looked furious and yelled "you mean that we can't help her? What irresponsible idiot would use a poison with out an antidote?"

Bruce looked at Victor coldly "I follow my orders, no questions asked". With that he carried the unconscious Carmen away, not looking back.

Victor would have gone after them, but his phone rang, he answered and listened looking furious. Victor hung up and looked at his cousin "we have to get back to camp; the General has orders for us".

The scene is now replaced by the memory a Victor and Dilan standing in a graveyard, laying flowers before a tombstone which said 'Carmen Grace'. After Carmen died, Dilan had noticed that his friend wasn't the same; it was as if something had inside him died. Victor suddenly said grimly "I will make the Turks pay for what they took from me".

Dilan hastily swore to help him, than asked tentatively, "All the Turks?"

Victor thought for a moment "Yes, all the Turks will pay, especially those who are like Bruce and take what doesn't belong to them. Even if takes years to make them die Carmen did"

Dilan, then drifted into a deeper sleep.

A/N Sigh. I hate making bad guys, I really do, but if there weren't any bad guys stories would be dull, so I try to make reasons for the reason for they got bad. I may not update in a while as all my inspiration has vanished, (bangs head on table… ow) so please be patient, I will update as soon as I can, without killing the story. A Tiger Lilly to carrietheninja as she has taken the time to go back and review every chapter, pangpond gets a brownie for continuing to review every chapter.

Yes, Victor is "Sir" whom Dilan spoke to on the mobile. Next chapter will be Relena based