Reeve: ahem I am here on behalf of Shinra...
Barret: I KNEW IT! TRAITOR!
Reeve: Shut up, or I'll drop a sector plate on your head.
Barret: Dirty Shinra scum...
::sector seven plate lands and falls on Barret::
Tifa: !
Cloud: !
Yuffie: !
Red XIII: !
Cid: What'd I miss? I can't see anything from this damn bed! Someone get me some tea!
Reeve: I trust you'll all be quiet now?
Tifa: Reeve just killed Barret, Cid. He dropped a sector plate on his head.
Reeve: I said silence!
Tifa: But--
Reeve: That's it! Rude, molest that woman!
Tifa: !
::Tifa disappears::
Cloud: TIIIIIIFFFAAAAA!!!!
Reeve: Grrr!!!
::Aeris descends from the sky above Cloud, brandishing Masamune. Her corpse hits him in the head::
Cloud: Oof!
Cid: Seriously, I can't see shit here!
Reeve: ARG! DIE! ALL OF YOU DIE!!!!
::All of Avalanche explodes::
Reeve: There. Quiet at last.
Reno: I thought that was kind of funny.
Reeve: ARG! ALL I'M TRYING TO DO IS SAY THAT TYRAMIR DOESN'T OWN US!!! AND YOU PEOPLE KEEP INTERRUPTING ME!!! ARG!!!
Reno: If he doesn't own us, then why do we keep dying in these little disclaimers?
Reeve: Because he's borrowing us!
Reno: Uh, doesn't he have to return us in the same condition he found us in?
Reeve: Yeah, that's why he keeps bringing us back to life.
Reno: Oh right. Wait, if he's just borrowing us, and he has to return us the way he found us, and this is an Aeris resurrection fic, doesn't he have to kill Aeris at the end to fix everything?
Reeve: ...
Rude: ...
Elena: ...
Reno: Aha! I am so smarter than the writer!
::sector one, two, three, four, five, six, and eight all fall on Reno. Screw it. Midgar falls on Reno. Followed by Meteor. Everyone dies.::
Sephiroth: Bwuahahahahaha!!! I TRIUMPH!
::Tyramir stabs Sephiroth in the eye with his own sword::
Sephiroth: Hot dang! ::dies::
Tyramir: Now on with the fic.
Chapter Twelve
Capture By the Captivated
When Tifa first woke up, she admitted to herself that it wasn't because of the blow Rude had delivered her that she had fallen unconscious. Lack of sleep and general physical exhaustion had just made her collapse, and for that, she felt a little guilty.
Grogginess cleared away quickly, and she rolled. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were also tied. But despite that, she was resting comfortably on a bed. She opened her eyes and looked down at the rope holding her feet and found that it was tied to a bed post.
The room was dark, and as the wooziness faded, she realized that it stank as well. The smell of garbage filled the air, blanketing everything. She tried to cover her mouth to keep from gagging, but the restraints held her fast.
"I'm sorry," a male voice said.
Tifa rolled and saw Rude on the other side of the room, leaning against a wall. She could barely make him out in the dim light, but his eyes shone a bright amber in the darkness.
"Sorry?" She almost wanted to laugh. She had run into him, thrown the first punch, and he had beaten her, and instead of killing her, he had only held her captive. Everyone knew Turks didn't leave living witnesses to their dirty work.
The Turk lowered his face, looking away from her. He seemed genuinely mortified. She had no sympathy for him. He was a murderer. Just because he had chosen to spare her for whatever reason didn't excuse the fact.
Minutes passed, and he refused to look at her. He stood, his body facing her, but his eyes cast away, too ashamed to actually meet her gaze.
"If you're sorry, you'll let me go," she said after a while.
His back straightened, but still he didn't look at her.
"You know, my friends will find me. There aren't too many places in Kalm to hide."
"They won't find us," was all he said.
"Why not?"
He looked up, but still didn't meet her gaze. His words came out briskly, as if debriefing a superior officer."I know all the members of Avalanche, and what they're capable of. Cid is crippled. Barret is too pre-occupied with Kalm's protection, and Cloud won't let him deter himself in that endeavor where he feels it's his responsibility to find you. Yuffie is nearly incompetent, and her attention span is far too short to be of any use in the search for you. A rumor of Materia will draw her away, which I have supplied. Shortly, she will be searching non-stop through the Midgar refugees looking for a doctor named Hargun who is said to have an amazing Cure Materia. This will also suit my purposes because I am seeking Hargun as well. Cloud, despite being trained by Soldier, is not suited for finding a Turk in his natural environment, a crowd that he can easily hide in."
"That still leaves Red XIII."
Rude nodded. "He was the most difficult to side track. I asked Elena to lend me a bottle of her perfume before she left for Midgar. I've liberally sprayed false trails of her scent throughout half the city, avoiding any place that I will be going in the future. To further mask my scent, I've filled this Turk safehouse with garbage. Even his nose won't be able to track us through this."
"You really thought your way through this," she remarked.
He just shrugged.
"Look at me."
His eyes came up hesitantly, certainly afraid. Tifa had fought Rude many times, seen him in action. She knew his abilities, how deadly he was. It seemed almost laugh-worthy that he reacted this way to a captive.
"Let me go."
"I will. But not yet. I have orders."
"To kill this Doctor Hargun?"
He nodded.
"Why?
"Because my current employer ordered it." The words were beginning to come out awkwardly. His 'briefing' had ended, and he could no longer hide behind an official persona.
"Who's your current employer?"
"You should get some sleep." Rude turned away from her and left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
During the hour after, Tifa struggled against her bonds to no avail. She tried breaking the post that her leg bonds were tied to, but found that Rude had cleverly erected a barrier spell around it. She looked around for windows and found none. The only light in the room sat on the other side of the room, well out of her reach.
She tried screaming, but no one came. After a while, she realized that she couldn't hear any noise coming from outside. The building was probably sound-proofed.
She judged it to be about two hours before Rude returned.
He was carrying a small bag in one hand. In the other was a plastic cup filled with some sort of liquid. Tifa didn't say anything to him. She just stared directly into his Mako eyes, forcing him to look away. She made a mental note of that. He was most definitely afraid of her for some reason. She didn't know why, but it was something she could exploit.
The Turk placed the cup on a table near the lamp, and moved towards her. He hesitated before sitting down on the bed beside her. "I brought you food."
He pulled out a wrapped up sandwich, and pulled off the wrappings. Noting the sandwich and the packaging, she realized she had seen that same design on the wrapper before. It was from a small restaurant not far from the Kalm bar. It gave her an idea as to where she was located.
Holding up the sandwich to her mouth, he made a gesture for her to take a bite. She sighed, and realized that resisting food was pointless. She would need her energy if she was going to escape.
Rude seemed relieved that she had decided to eat. After the first sandwich was done, he pulled out another one, and she shook her head. "Later," she said.
He nodded and leaned over to grab the cup, giving her a questioning look. When she nodded, he grabbed it and put it to her lips. She drank thankfully, letting the juice in the cup wash the food down.
The unasked question for forgiveness sat heavy in his eyes. "I wish I could have met you before the Turks."
He abruptly stood up and set her drink aside. He turned away, and walked coldly from the room, leaving Tifa wondering what he meant.
Author's Note:
Blah, I had to finish this one off early. Oh well, I'll just continue it in a later chapter. Next up will be Rufus/Reeve/Reno, Triple R!
Barret: I KNEW IT! TRAITOR!
Reeve: Shut up, or I'll drop a sector plate on your head.
Barret: Dirty Shinra scum...
::sector seven plate lands and falls on Barret::
Tifa: !
Cloud: !
Yuffie: !
Red XIII: !
Cid: What'd I miss? I can't see anything from this damn bed! Someone get me some tea!
Reeve: I trust you'll all be quiet now?
Tifa: Reeve just killed Barret, Cid. He dropped a sector plate on his head.
Reeve: I said silence!
Tifa: But--
Reeve: That's it! Rude, molest that woman!
Tifa: !
::Tifa disappears::
Cloud: TIIIIIIFFFAAAAA!!!!
Reeve: Grrr!!!
::Aeris descends from the sky above Cloud, brandishing Masamune. Her corpse hits him in the head::
Cloud: Oof!
Cid: Seriously, I can't see shit here!
Reeve: ARG! DIE! ALL OF YOU DIE!!!!
::All of Avalanche explodes::
Reeve: There. Quiet at last.
Reno: I thought that was kind of funny.
Reeve: ARG! ALL I'M TRYING TO DO IS SAY THAT TYRAMIR DOESN'T OWN US!!! AND YOU PEOPLE KEEP INTERRUPTING ME!!! ARG!!!
Reno: If he doesn't own us, then why do we keep dying in these little disclaimers?
Reeve: Because he's borrowing us!
Reno: Uh, doesn't he have to return us in the same condition he found us in?
Reeve: Yeah, that's why he keeps bringing us back to life.
Reno: Oh right. Wait, if he's just borrowing us, and he has to return us the way he found us, and this is an Aeris resurrection fic, doesn't he have to kill Aeris at the end to fix everything?
Reeve: ...
Rude: ...
Elena: ...
Reno: Aha! I am so smarter than the writer!
::sector one, two, three, four, five, six, and eight all fall on Reno. Screw it. Midgar falls on Reno. Followed by Meteor. Everyone dies.::
Sephiroth: Bwuahahahahaha!!! I TRIUMPH!
::Tyramir stabs Sephiroth in the eye with his own sword::
Sephiroth: Hot dang! ::dies::
Tyramir: Now on with the fic.
Chapter Twelve
Capture By the Captivated
When Tifa first woke up, she admitted to herself that it wasn't because of the blow Rude had delivered her that she had fallen unconscious. Lack of sleep and general physical exhaustion had just made her collapse, and for that, she felt a little guilty.
Grogginess cleared away quickly, and she rolled. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were also tied. But despite that, she was resting comfortably on a bed. She opened her eyes and looked down at the rope holding her feet and found that it was tied to a bed post.
The room was dark, and as the wooziness faded, she realized that it stank as well. The smell of garbage filled the air, blanketing everything. She tried to cover her mouth to keep from gagging, but the restraints held her fast.
"I'm sorry," a male voice said.
Tifa rolled and saw Rude on the other side of the room, leaning against a wall. She could barely make him out in the dim light, but his eyes shone a bright amber in the darkness.
"Sorry?" She almost wanted to laugh. She had run into him, thrown the first punch, and he had beaten her, and instead of killing her, he had only held her captive. Everyone knew Turks didn't leave living witnesses to their dirty work.
The Turk lowered his face, looking away from her. He seemed genuinely mortified. She had no sympathy for him. He was a murderer. Just because he had chosen to spare her for whatever reason didn't excuse the fact.
Minutes passed, and he refused to look at her. He stood, his body facing her, but his eyes cast away, too ashamed to actually meet her gaze.
"If you're sorry, you'll let me go," she said after a while.
His back straightened, but still he didn't look at her.
"You know, my friends will find me. There aren't too many places in Kalm to hide."
"They won't find us," was all he said.
"Why not?"
He looked up, but still didn't meet her gaze. His words came out briskly, as if debriefing a superior officer."I know all the members of Avalanche, and what they're capable of. Cid is crippled. Barret is too pre-occupied with Kalm's protection, and Cloud won't let him deter himself in that endeavor where he feels it's his responsibility to find you. Yuffie is nearly incompetent, and her attention span is far too short to be of any use in the search for you. A rumor of Materia will draw her away, which I have supplied. Shortly, she will be searching non-stop through the Midgar refugees looking for a doctor named Hargun who is said to have an amazing Cure Materia. This will also suit my purposes because I am seeking Hargun as well. Cloud, despite being trained by Soldier, is not suited for finding a Turk in his natural environment, a crowd that he can easily hide in."
"That still leaves Red XIII."
Rude nodded. "He was the most difficult to side track. I asked Elena to lend me a bottle of her perfume before she left for Midgar. I've liberally sprayed false trails of her scent throughout half the city, avoiding any place that I will be going in the future. To further mask my scent, I've filled this Turk safehouse with garbage. Even his nose won't be able to track us through this."
"You really thought your way through this," she remarked.
He just shrugged.
"Look at me."
His eyes came up hesitantly, certainly afraid. Tifa had fought Rude many times, seen him in action. She knew his abilities, how deadly he was. It seemed almost laugh-worthy that he reacted this way to a captive.
"Let me go."
"I will. But not yet. I have orders."
"To kill this Doctor Hargun?"
He nodded.
"Why?
"Because my current employer ordered it." The words were beginning to come out awkwardly. His 'briefing' had ended, and he could no longer hide behind an official persona.
"Who's your current employer?"
"You should get some sleep." Rude turned away from her and left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
During the hour after, Tifa struggled against her bonds to no avail. She tried breaking the post that her leg bonds were tied to, but found that Rude had cleverly erected a barrier spell around it. She looked around for windows and found none. The only light in the room sat on the other side of the room, well out of her reach.
She tried screaming, but no one came. After a while, she realized that she couldn't hear any noise coming from outside. The building was probably sound-proofed.
She judged it to be about two hours before Rude returned.
He was carrying a small bag in one hand. In the other was a plastic cup filled with some sort of liquid. Tifa didn't say anything to him. She just stared directly into his Mako eyes, forcing him to look away. She made a mental note of that. He was most definitely afraid of her for some reason. She didn't know why, but it was something she could exploit.
The Turk placed the cup on a table near the lamp, and moved towards her. He hesitated before sitting down on the bed beside her. "I brought you food."
He pulled out a wrapped up sandwich, and pulled off the wrappings. Noting the sandwich and the packaging, she realized she had seen that same design on the wrapper before. It was from a small restaurant not far from the Kalm bar. It gave her an idea as to where she was located.
Holding up the sandwich to her mouth, he made a gesture for her to take a bite. She sighed, and realized that resisting food was pointless. She would need her energy if she was going to escape.
Rude seemed relieved that she had decided to eat. After the first sandwich was done, he pulled out another one, and she shook her head. "Later," she said.
He nodded and leaned over to grab the cup, giving her a questioning look. When she nodded, he grabbed it and put it to her lips. She drank thankfully, letting the juice in the cup wash the food down.
The unasked question for forgiveness sat heavy in his eyes. "I wish I could have met you before the Turks."
He abruptly stood up and set her drink aside. He turned away, and walked coldly from the room, leaving Tifa wondering what he meant.
Author's Note:
Blah, I had to finish this one off early. Oh well, I'll just continue it in a later chapter. Next up will be Rufus/Reeve/Reno, Triple R!