Chapter Four: Turning Turk

Now, when that skinny little shit nerd skittered away from the bar, I could feel my blood pressure go back up again. Save my ass and then run off like that? I don't think so. He owed me more than even a life debt at this point.

I personally held Emmerfuck Reeve responsible for all this mess. I didn't gods damn well ask to be in Shinra those many years ago. And I didn't want their crap now.

Considering the very appearance of this little shit, some remnants of the megacorporation were still running. Especially considering how gods damned FAST he was. You needed to train to keep like that, and no fucking "retirement" or "executive" ploy was going to fool me. Turks didn't retire, and even if they got the whole damn executive package, they were still on some sort of call.

This was also a kick in the balls... they sent the same gods damned Turk after me again. Didn't they ever change it up once in a while? Where the fucking hell was the creativity?

I stormed after him, no burning bar or floor full of glass could stop me when sneaky fucking Turks were involved. And I just about lost that fight, as hard it was to admit, so I needed to either destroy his nerdy ass or get myself killed in a foolish and undoubtedly flashy way. All or nothing.

"Hey, Emmerfuck!" I shouted, once I was out the door. I wanted to say something else clever, but what I saw just about made me admire that kinky little toy fetishist... Damn. I didn't think a person could bend that way. Well, maybe if they were a Wutainese barmaid, but that wasn't natural. And in mid-air too. That was one hell of a way to avoid a car.

He landed in a crouch and the car continued down the road, they probably thought he had a gun or something. Fucking Turk, wouldn't put it past him. Standing slowly he glared at me.

And there we fucking stood, neither of us happy, and me without a bottle to break over his head.

Finally, after what felt like too fucking long for me not to talk, Reeve opened his damn mouth. "Nice to see you too, Highwind."

"So, Toy Boy, the fucking hell is going on?" I asked, no need to hesitate or distract with pleasantries. A kiss ass, I am not. Besides, things were starting to add up; a Turk, a sniper, a fucking hand in my bed, and now a car. Smelled like a damn conspiracy or the gods had finally decided to start the end of the world... again.

He looked back down the road, seeming content not to have another go at me. After a few moments he shook his head and shouldered past me, heading back into the burning building. Gods damnit he was pissing me off.

"So what's the name now?" I finally said, hoping I was condescending as possible, "Shinra's got a fucking bad name now... a new bunch of retards trying to take over the Planet?"

He glared, and for a second, I almost regretted invoking that name. Almost.

He turned around, heading back to the burning bar. Before I could scream at him again, he said something. It was so quiet I almost didn't catch it. "Scarlet's dead."

Scarlet the Harlot? Most people that had ever met that bitch would have been happy to say such a thing... but Reeve looked like he'd been run over a couple of times with a big fucking truck. The hell? Did they... well shit. I'm an asshole. But I'll be gods damned if I tell him that.

"You want to go and kill something?" I replied, searching for a cigarette that wasn't soaked in booze, "I know some pricks that would be excellent for working out your aggression."

A pack of them hit me in the chest. Apparently he did smoke still, or he'd just started up. He looked up at the burning building, a frown on his face. "When I get a hold of him, he'll wish I would kill him." Damns… well that was a bit harsher than I thought it should be.

About then I remembered that my lighter was somewhere in the small inferno that once was the bar... I'd have to go and fetch my spare. Dammit. "I've got a little vendetta myself see..." I continued, realizing that my voice sounded a hell of a lot better than his, and that maybe I'd pissed him off enough for the day, "Left Shera's hand in my bed, and I mean to return the favor." Cid 1, Emmerfuck 0. Harshness aside, I was certainly getting a grip on this... 'the enemy of my enemy' thing.

At this he turned sharply and blinked at me. "Somone...killed Shera?" The sound of the fire brigade caught his attention. I noticed that he jumped a bit, must have been a knee-jerk reaction to cops. "Let's get out of here before I have to break out of prison." Seems we were thinking the same way.

I nodded and followed him... trying not to see the irony in the situation. Fucking hell, I was working with Emmerfuck Reeve... the very man who had persuaded me to join that filthy corporation. I'd settle my beef with him later, though.

Now, we had work to do.