Est Sularuas Oth Mithas

Yuffie Kisaragi2

Disclaimer: I own nada!

LAST TIME:

"You can't fucking beat me! It's im-fucking-possible!!!"

Chapter Four

A sly grin crossed the dissowned Kisaragi's face. "Fuck off, Turksin! You'll have to fucking kill me before I let you win!

One leg came up and she flipped him off of her, knocking the wind out of him. She straddled him this time. Her bony knees bruised his ribs, her balled fists dug into his shoulders leaving him nearly paralyzed. He was at her mercy. What was worse for him, was the fact that she knew he was at her mercy. He swallowed back a groan and mentally kicked himself for letting his guard down.

"Y'know what, Turksin?" She stared down at him intently, waiting for him to respond. His MAKO-enhanced looked up at her, full of the pain he had been trying to hide. They locked and her heart flipped.

"Huh?" he gasped out.

She grinned and bent low over him, pressing her bloody lips to his. At first, he was caught off-guard, but soon let himself be taken over by the kiss. His tongue brushed her bottom lip and she deepened the kiss. They pulled apart and the badly-beaten Reno looked up at her. It was now or never, he decided... "Might as well finish me off," he mumbled gruffly, hating to admit defeat. His MAKO eyes remained closed. Reno could not force himself to look into her innocent, blue-tinted stormy eyes. He could not let himself think of what he would let her become by letting her beat him.

She grinned again and pulled her fist back. The clenched hand hit him hard, leaving a place that would soon bruise and three slashed from her semi-long finger nails. Reno lay motionless, his eyes still closed, trying not to move. Every inch of his body hurt.

"Holy Hell!" came Elena's surprised exclamation from the other room. Yuffie knew that she'd won, a smirk spreading across her face and a glimmer in her eyes.

Yuffie got off of the Turk and watched Elena and Rude walk into the room, but remained seated on the cold, hard floor. She hurt too bad and knew that she would hurt worse in the morning. Already, she could feel the knock on the back of her head where Reno slammed her to the floor, the bruises and cuts on her face from many hits taken from the spit fire or from falling to the floor to avoid another attack. "So?" It was a simple question and came out much stronger than she originally expected.

Elena nodded. "You're in," the blonde said professionally. "Your first mission is to take care of Reno." This last part was more of sarcasm and mocking of the spit fire, who still lay motionless on the floor. Her MAKO blue eyes flickered over to his form, noticing his ragged breathing and knowing that he was not unconcious. She tossed Rude a look, but he was already on his way out.

Nodding, the ninja and newly appointed Turk watched the blonde and bald Turks leave. Reno opened his eyes slowly, not sure if he wanted to see the ninja's look of triumph. It was not as expected. "Congrats."

She smiled over at him, her eyes, though emotionless, softer than before. "Want healed?"

"Well, if that ain't a duh," he replied sarcastically. "I actually think that I'd like to lay here and bleed some more."

With a roll of her stormy orbs, Yuffie jogged out of the Chamber, refusing to show him that she hurt, and grabbed her knap sack, which had everything in it. "Cure 3," she murmured, concentrating on a green marble-sized orb in her Conformer.

The fire-headed Turk cringed at the pain of his wounds closing up. "Ow! Fuuuuuuuuuck!"

With an exasperated sigh, Yuffie started dabbing at her own wounds. "Quit whining." She offered a hand to help him up.

'Heh... Let's see how she likes this.' Reno took hold of her hand, but pulled her down on top of him. She let out a small squeak of surprise as his lips found hers again. Taking advantage of the situation, Reno flipped her onto the floor, rolling on top of her. She gazed up at him from under half-lidded eyes. He pressed his lips to hers again, this time with more fire than before. His tongue brushed her bottom lip and she parted her busted lips.

When they pulled away, the newest member of the Turks looked up at him with emotionless navy-grey orbs. "You need rest." It was not a question or side comment, it was a demand.

He rolled his eyes and let her push him off of her. "Yes, ma'am, Dr. Kisaragi." Yuffie helped the older Turk get up and wrapped an arm around the much taller Reno's waist to help him. They made it to the doorway before Reno thought of something. "Hey, kid, you got a place to stay?"

"Nope."

He grinned slyly. "You can stay with me. Your official Turk duties won't begin for a week."

She seemed wary at first, trying to judge what he had up his sleeve, then shrugged. "Sure. But in two days, I've gotta be in Wutai no matter what. I have business to attend."

Reno raised a thin, fiery eyebrow. "For-?"

The female turk helped Reno into a chair in the room where she'd been interviewed earlier that day, then sat down next to him. "One of my friends... He killed himself last night." Reno furrowed his brow, hoping that she'd tell him without him having to ask. "Vincent Valentine. He was like my older brother... Anyway, I'm going and that's that. No one's going to stop me, Turk business or no."

Reno nodded slowly. "Vince-boy died? Damn, Rude's gonna be upset."

Confusion was easily read in her eyes and she did not bother trying to hide it. "Huh? Why?" Why would any of the Turks- Oh! Vincent did say he was once in the Turks. But none of these guys are old enough-

Reno chuckled. "Rude's 45, Yuffie. He worked with Vince. Hell, Tseng was Vincent's best friend! They used to go bar hopping all the time. incent's the one who practically made up the tradition of getting wasted while on duty."

Yuffie shook her head to clear it, thoughts of Vincent flying through her already cluttered head. "Damn, didn't realize Rude was that old. How old are you and 'Lena?"

Reno shrugged. "I'm 24 and El's 26."

Yuffie sighed. "Still youngest by five years."

"GAWD! Why is it that because I'm youngest, everyone automatically assumes that I'm the weakest!?!" The thief threw a chair across the inn room in Costa Del Sol.

Vincent watched the chair smash into the wall. "With that strength, maybe you should be out there battling monsters."

Yuffie whirled around. "Gods and Goddesses, Vinnie! You scared the shiznit outta me! Don't sneak up on people like that!"

Vincent shook his head, his crimson orbs understanding her frustrations. "You know that not everyone thinks tat you're weak. I know that Red XIII and Aeris are weaker than you."

The next morning, Yuffie woke up on Reno's not-so-comfy, and rather decrepit, sofa. Slowly sitting up, she brought her hand up to her face. A bruise on her jaw, busted lip, and a small scratch from her eyebrow to lip were the only things left.

She rummaged around her small denim bag and found her Conformer, complete with a small green orb. "Cure3," she mumbled and cringed at the pain of her wounds closing up and healing. Glancing at the clock, she smiled. 6:30 A.M.

Stumbling down the hallway with her bag, she found Reno's room by accident. He wore only black boxers, his bare, pale chest easily seen. She fought off a blush and continued down the hallway, only to find the bathroom. She pulled a towel off the shelf and shut the door. His bath tub was one of the old ones that was 2 feet deep, 6 feet long, and 3 feet wide.

She filled it up and stripped herself of her shorts and half shirt. Once completely nude, she stepped into the water and lowered herself in. The warm water erased the pains from her fight the night before. She closed her eyes and put her head under the water.

"Yuffie, I need to talk to you. I need to get something off my chest."

She looked up at the tall man in the doorway of the conference room. "Sure, Vince. What's up?"

"You can't tell anyone." She nodded, slightly surprised at the emotion he showed. He sat down across from her. "Sephiroth... isn't Hojo's son. He's mine. Hojo got pissed when he found out that the child wasn't his. He did... this to me and injected my girlfriend, Lucrecia, with Jenova cells, even after she told him that no longer wanted any part in his idiotic scheme."

She lifted her head out of the water and took a deep breath. She ran a hand through her short black hair. Memories haunted her. Memories of Vincent.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Yuffie, you in there?"

"Yeah! Gimme a minute and I'll get out!"

She stood slowly and wrapped the towel around her, then stepped out of the porcelain tub.

"Yuffie!" Tifa ran up to her. "Have you seen Cloud? Today's my birthday and I was hoping he'd take me out to eat or something."

The ninja girl shrugged. "Happy birthday, Tif, and yes, I've seen him. But when, where, or why, I'll not say!"

"OH! That's no fun!" She stuck her tongue out.

'Ack, more memories! Make them leave!' She unlocked the door and stepped out wearing wind breaker pants and a black sports bra. Reno's eyes were wide as he stared for a few moments before composing hismelf quickly.

"I..uh.. got plane tickets for us. Tomorrow's the services, right?"

Yuffie nodded. "Yeah."

The red head handed her a hanger with a blue suit and white button-up shirt. "Your new Turk suit.

She smirked and took it, then headed into the living room. "I have to wear this everywhere, right?"

"Yeah!" he stepped into the bathroom.

Yuffie Kisaragi, ex-heir to the throne in Wutai, looked dully at the boring blue suit. How lame, she thought boredly. I hafta spiff it up somehow. This is really stupid looking by itself. First, she put on a black spaghetti strap, then the white button up that she left halfway unbuttoned, the jacket she left open, and she wiggled enough so that the pants fit her hips like hip-huggers. Her hair naturally fell into place.

Reno walked out and looked at her. "Hm, I've just found the female version of myself."

The Wutain raised an eyebrow. "Don't count on it, Turksin."

He shrugged, a snort of a laugh falling out of his mouth not-so-gracefully. "Come on, we've gotta go to the Head Quarters thingy to check in. Then, we hit the bars!"

YK2: That's that chapter! Uhm... OH! For the question about the title. I was hoping someone would point that out! I love you, Delas!

Dracon: So... what's it mean?

Surka: Was Delas right?

YK2: Yes, my dear Delas, you were correct. "Est Sularas Oth Mithas" is from a series of books called Dragon Lance. (Excellent novels, by the way. If you're into Dungeons and Dragons, AKA D&D, or fantasy stories, I would DEFINITELY recommend them!) In the Solamnic language, it means "My Honor is My Life," and is often referred to whilst talking about the Solamnic Knights (Such as Sturm Brightblade). --Gives out Yuffie plushies to everyone and an extra Reno plushie to Delas-- Woo-hoo!

Surka: Yeah, she's thanking youall for her reviews, now. By the way... THANKIES FOR THE JOB SECURITY! She gets reviews, I keep my muse licence!

Thanks to:

Xtreme Nuisance - Yes, you were the first reviewer! Just for that... --Hands you a Sephy plushie-- There ya go!

Hotaru170 - Hey! I know you! Thankies for reviewin' this one too! When you updatin' yer story, HUH!?

Delas - You got your Reno plushie already and I am SO glad that someone mentioned the name! YAY!

labrat-Seph - By the way, I love your name! Sorry, but I just COULDN'T let him use his gun! I just COULDN'T! Besides... Reno handed her his gun. "Don't worry, I won't be needing it." He didn't have his gun to use.

Dracon: Thank you all for reviewing. I hope this chapter was written better, because I helped. Any typos that you may find... I blame Surka.

Surka: HEY!

YK2: Till Next Time! AUDI!!!

-Yuffie Kisaragi2, Dracon Fira, & Surka Sokyu-