Me again! Hey, Rappy28, that´s a good plan, but I´m afraid that we´ll be caught by the security.* sigh*. I want Reno!*whines*. I´ll just have to make do with the game, all the fan art and the fanfictions about him.
Errm.. anyway, here´s chapter five. And I still don´t own anything. At all.*grumbles*.
Yuffie looked over her shoulder, while racing towards the huge double doors that lead out of the castle, and saw Reno only a few steps behind her, looking ready to kill. She swallowed hard, and tried to quicken her pace a bit, to keep him at least one step behind. As she looked ahead, she had to jump to the side to avoid crashing into Rude, who was walking across the hall. She shouted an apology over her shoulder, still running. Reno didn´t fall behind one step.
Rude watched them in amusement as they ran out of the castle. He had a good idea what it was about, seeing his fellow Turk enraged, and the little ninja running as fast as she could.
Smiling to himself, Rude walked into the Great Hall and found it peculiarly silent, the students looking shocked. He spotted Vincent Valentine sitting at one of the tables, looking down into the plate infront of him, apparently engrossed in his food. As he walked closer, the ex-Turk looked up at him, rolling his eyes.
" Have they killed each other yet?" The gunman asked. Rude smirked, and shook his head. One of Vincents eyebrows raised.
" Reno must be loosing his tuch." He commented.
" He´s not far behind." Rude replied.
" So I figured. Have the others woken up yet?" Rude shrugged, reaching for the toast. And the strawberries. And the egg. Of wich he made a sandwich. And breakfast continued as normal. Or at least nearly normal.
Yuffie desperatley tried to run faster, but failed, and Reno was slowly gaining on her. She sought for somewhere to run to, where she wouldn´t be cornered by the furious Turk, and her wildly searching eyes found a quite large flat ground, covered by neatly trimmed grass. She headed for it, somehow finding a little more strength for her sorely tried legs. She reached it with Reno so close behind her, that she could almost feel his breath in the back of her neck. She managed to get to the middle of the area without him catching her, when something black and round came shooting down through the air, barely missing her head, stopping her dead in her tracks. Reno too had halted, momentarily forgetting he was after her head, instead searching for the source of the Black Attacking Flying Thingy(TM).
" What the friggin´ Hell was that!?" He exclaimed, continuing by letting out a string of curses that would have made Cid Highwind proud.
" Yeah! It nearly hit me!" Yuffie said when she got her breath back. She was just about to say something, when they were interrupted by a voice from the other side of the lawn/stretch of grass/plain, whatever it was.
"FLINT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU`RE DOING!?" The angry shout was uttered by a tall, platina-blond youth in a black and green cloak. Yuffie and Reno turned their eyes to him, looking for an answer. The blond boy was approaching them rapidly, looking very angry indeed. When he came closer, the angry look was replaced by an apologetic one.
" Are you alright?" He asked.
" Yeah, only a bit shocked." Yuffie answered.
" I´m sorry about Flint, he should have seen you. What are you two doing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch any way?" He wondered. Reno raised an eyebrow.
" Qui-what? We just want to know what the Hell that was." He said, making the blond boy falther for a moment.
" You don´t know Quidditch?"
" No, we don´t. And we don´t care, as long as it doesn´t kill us." Reno said, smirking at the boys confusion.
" Well, anyway, back to your question. The thing that nearly hit you was a Bludger, one of the four balls used in Quidditch." The boy said, shaking of his puzzlement. Reno grinned at his words, and opened his mouth to comment .
" Fou- Ow!" He yelled, holding his side where Yuffie´s elbow had just made impact, sending her an improved version of Death Glare(TM).
" What was that for, you little brat? That friggin´ hurt!" He whined.
" Just because you can´t spell polite, doesn´t mean you´re excused, you know." She replied evenly.
" I wasn´t going to say anything!" The redhead said, mock-hurt. Yuffie scowled at him.
" I could hear you thinking it !" She said, still scowling. Reno winked.
" Well, I won´t have to say it then, but tell me, when did you become a mind reader?" He shot back, flashing his infamous smirk. Yuffie growled.
" Shut. Up. Turkey." She hissed. They were once again interrupted by a Bludger heading their way, and Reno, acting on instict or on the years of training he had, Pulled out his Tigerstar.55 and shot at it. It fell neatly out of the air, landing in front of his feet. The blond boy swallowed hard, staring at the gun in the redheaded Turks hand, then up at his face, then back again. Reno smirked.
" You lost your voice, blondie?" He asked. The blond boy scowled.
" No, and the name´s Draco Malfoy, not blondie. It´s just that not many people use guns around here. We have wands instead." Then he turned around and looked up at the sky.
" IF YOU SHOOT A BLUDGER THIS WAY AGAIN, FLINT, I`M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET YOU WERE EVEN BORN!" He shouted at a brown-haired boy, who was hovering on his broomstick several feet up in the air. The boy scowled.
" You wouldn´t dare, Malfoy! Just because your father is rich and powerful, doesn´t mean you can shove everyone´s ass around!" He said. Draco smiled.
" No, but I can damn well kick yours." He said, still smiling like a lunatic.
" You can´t, it´s against school rules." The brown-haired boy boasted, but his voice was shaking now.
" Didn´t you know, Flint, it´s against the rules to shoot Bludgers at a non-player, too. Now don´t make me come up there and stuff my broom down your throath."
" You´ll have to beat me to him first, kid, and I don´t think your up to it." Reno said, still with his gun drawn.
Inside the Great Hall, Tifa had now joined the two men at the breakfast table. The three of them didn´t even look up when the shot rang out. They just glanced at each other.
" Reno." Vincent stated. Rude nodded his agreement, but Tifa said;
" I do hope he´s not aiming at Yuffie." And Rude dropped his sandwich, Vincent echoing his reaction, only with his fork instead of sandwich. The two men stared at each other in horror. Tifa smiled uncertainly.
" Errr, you guys, do you know something I don´t?" She said. Vincent and Rude nodded. They ignored her.
" You don´t think...?" Vincent started.
" That we should get out there?" Rude finished. The gunman nodded.
" I think we should."
Does Tifa suspect something? Will `Flint´ get his ass kicked? Is Reno getting his Materia any time soon?
Will breakfast be ruined? And where´s the rest of AVALANCHE? Find out, when ´You Must Be Joking!´ returns.
- Metallicafangirl.
Errm.. anyway, here´s chapter five. And I still don´t own anything. At all.*grumbles*.
Yuffie looked over her shoulder, while racing towards the huge double doors that lead out of the castle, and saw Reno only a few steps behind her, looking ready to kill. She swallowed hard, and tried to quicken her pace a bit, to keep him at least one step behind. As she looked ahead, she had to jump to the side to avoid crashing into Rude, who was walking across the hall. She shouted an apology over her shoulder, still running. Reno didn´t fall behind one step.
Rude watched them in amusement as they ran out of the castle. He had a good idea what it was about, seeing his fellow Turk enraged, and the little ninja running as fast as she could.
Smiling to himself, Rude walked into the Great Hall and found it peculiarly silent, the students looking shocked. He spotted Vincent Valentine sitting at one of the tables, looking down into the plate infront of him, apparently engrossed in his food. As he walked closer, the ex-Turk looked up at him, rolling his eyes.
" Have they killed each other yet?" The gunman asked. Rude smirked, and shook his head. One of Vincents eyebrows raised.
" Reno must be loosing his tuch." He commented.
" He´s not far behind." Rude replied.
" So I figured. Have the others woken up yet?" Rude shrugged, reaching for the toast. And the strawberries. And the egg. Of wich he made a sandwich. And breakfast continued as normal. Or at least nearly normal.
Yuffie desperatley tried to run faster, but failed, and Reno was slowly gaining on her. She sought for somewhere to run to, where she wouldn´t be cornered by the furious Turk, and her wildly searching eyes found a quite large flat ground, covered by neatly trimmed grass. She headed for it, somehow finding a little more strength for her sorely tried legs. She reached it with Reno so close behind her, that she could almost feel his breath in the back of her neck. She managed to get to the middle of the area without him catching her, when something black and round came shooting down through the air, barely missing her head, stopping her dead in her tracks. Reno too had halted, momentarily forgetting he was after her head, instead searching for the source of the Black Attacking Flying Thingy(TM).
" What the friggin´ Hell was that!?" He exclaimed, continuing by letting out a string of curses that would have made Cid Highwind proud.
" Yeah! It nearly hit me!" Yuffie said when she got her breath back. She was just about to say something, when they were interrupted by a voice from the other side of the lawn/stretch of grass/plain, whatever it was.
"FLINT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU`RE DOING!?" The angry shout was uttered by a tall, platina-blond youth in a black and green cloak. Yuffie and Reno turned their eyes to him, looking for an answer. The blond boy was approaching them rapidly, looking very angry indeed. When he came closer, the angry look was replaced by an apologetic one.
" Are you alright?" He asked.
" Yeah, only a bit shocked." Yuffie answered.
" I´m sorry about Flint, he should have seen you. What are you two doing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch any way?" He wondered. Reno raised an eyebrow.
" Qui-what? We just want to know what the Hell that was." He said, making the blond boy falther for a moment.
" You don´t know Quidditch?"
" No, we don´t. And we don´t care, as long as it doesn´t kill us." Reno said, smirking at the boys confusion.
" Well, anyway, back to your question. The thing that nearly hit you was a Bludger, one of the four balls used in Quidditch." The boy said, shaking of his puzzlement. Reno grinned at his words, and opened his mouth to comment .
" Fou- Ow!" He yelled, holding his side where Yuffie´s elbow had just made impact, sending her an improved version of Death Glare(TM).
" What was that for, you little brat? That friggin´ hurt!" He whined.
" Just because you can´t spell polite, doesn´t mean you´re excused, you know." She replied evenly.
" I wasn´t going to say anything!" The redhead said, mock-hurt. Yuffie scowled at him.
" I could hear you thinking it !" She said, still scowling. Reno winked.
" Well, I won´t have to say it then, but tell me, when did you become a mind reader?" He shot back, flashing his infamous smirk. Yuffie growled.
" Shut. Up. Turkey." She hissed. They were once again interrupted by a Bludger heading their way, and Reno, acting on instict or on the years of training he had, Pulled out his Tigerstar.55 and shot at it. It fell neatly out of the air, landing in front of his feet. The blond boy swallowed hard, staring at the gun in the redheaded Turks hand, then up at his face, then back again. Reno smirked.
" You lost your voice, blondie?" He asked. The blond boy scowled.
" No, and the name´s Draco Malfoy, not blondie. It´s just that not many people use guns around here. We have wands instead." Then he turned around and looked up at the sky.
" IF YOU SHOOT A BLUDGER THIS WAY AGAIN, FLINT, I`M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET YOU WERE EVEN BORN!" He shouted at a brown-haired boy, who was hovering on his broomstick several feet up in the air. The boy scowled.
" You wouldn´t dare, Malfoy! Just because your father is rich and powerful, doesn´t mean you can shove everyone´s ass around!" He said. Draco smiled.
" No, but I can damn well kick yours." He said, still smiling like a lunatic.
" You can´t, it´s against school rules." The brown-haired boy boasted, but his voice was shaking now.
" Didn´t you know, Flint, it´s against the rules to shoot Bludgers at a non-player, too. Now don´t make me come up there and stuff my broom down your throath."
" You´ll have to beat me to him first, kid, and I don´t think your up to it." Reno said, still with his gun drawn.
Inside the Great Hall, Tifa had now joined the two men at the breakfast table. The three of them didn´t even look up when the shot rang out. They just glanced at each other.
" Reno." Vincent stated. Rude nodded his agreement, but Tifa said;
" I do hope he´s not aiming at Yuffie." And Rude dropped his sandwich, Vincent echoing his reaction, only with his fork instead of sandwich. The two men stared at each other in horror. Tifa smiled uncertainly.
" Errr, you guys, do you know something I don´t?" She said. Vincent and Rude nodded. They ignored her.
" You don´t think...?" Vincent started.
" That we should get out there?" Rude finished. The gunman nodded.
" I think we should."
Does Tifa suspect something? Will `Flint´ get his ass kicked? Is Reno getting his Materia any time soon?
Will breakfast be ruined? And where´s the rest of AVALANCHE? Find out, when ´You Must Be Joking!´ returns.
- Metallicafangirl.
