Author's Note: Please remember that this story is told in the past and the present tense. Every other chapter will be in the past tense. This is for those of you who might get confused. I know it's been a while since I updated, so if youwant to go back and read the first chaper. LOL! Well I hope you all enjoy.
Broken Promise
Chapter 3: Becoming a Turk
The bright sunlight streams in, warming my face as I lay in bed, my dark angel asleep in my arms. Everything always looks so much better in the light of day. The world doesn't seem so hopeless. Vincent stirs in my embrace, and when I look down at him, he is gazing dreamily up at me with his beautiful crimson eyes.
"Morning love…" he slurs out, still partially asleep.
"Hey," I reply, smiling at him. I hold him a little longer, until he is fully awake. He rolls off the bed and stands up stretching. I feel my eyes roam hungrily along every inch and curve of his nude muscular body. The urge is upon me again, but this time I manage to control it, at least for now.
"Care to join me in the shower?" he asks me, giving me that lazy grin that makes him irresistibly sexy to me.
"If you insist," I reply, giving him my own mischievous smile. I roll out of bed, stretching as I stand up. I strut over to him and kiss him teasingly on the mouth, before going into the bathroom to start the shower. I turn on the hot water and step under the streaming jets. I close my eyes letting the water run over my hair and face. Now I feel his presence behind me and his arms encircle me. He kisses my neck lightly, sending shivering tingles through my entire body.
"Have I told you today that I love you…?" he asks me, whispering in my ear.
"No, you just woke up, but you can tell me now if you want," I say leaning back against his chest, the water steaming around us.
"I love you, Yuffie," he whispers. I turn to face him, and his arms tighten, pulling me closer, as he kisses me with the passionate fury, he always does. The way he has everyday since he made the promise.
Oh…. There goes my mentality about everything looking a little better in the sunshine. A dark cloud has just passed in front of my sun. Once again, I'm worried about Vincent. At the rate he is going, he'll never be able to keep his promise. This thought makes me cling to him tighter. I kiss him back with my own passionate fury. One thing leads to another and soon we are making love. It's not suprising really. This is the way it has always happened. It's become part of a daily routine… almost. There are those rare occasions when he's away for two or three days at a time. Those are the worst. Those are the days I can't eat or sleep, worrying about whether he will come home alive.
Finally we step out of the shower. I throw on my white terrycloth robe, and he wraps a towel around his waist. I step into the bedroom and sit on the bed. I can feel the tears starting to come to my eyes. I fight them back and look at the clock. It says 9:00 a.m.
"Aren't you going to work?" I ask, my voice trembling a little.
"Not today, baby," he says calmly.
"Why?" I ask my voice full of joy and suspicion.
"I have a couple of days off before the big mission goes down."
"The big mission?" I ask fearfully.
"Yeah, I need to talk to you about it…."
"Me? Why?"
"Because I want you to come with me."
"Why?"
"Because, I'll be gone for months, possibly even a whole year. I don't want to be away from you for that long or leave you behind here. You know I have enemies that would jump at the chance to get to me through you," he says, sitting down on the bed beside me and taking my hands in his.
"Why so long?" I ask, brushing a stray lock of wet hair from his face.
"I don't know. They didn't tell me."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Yes."
"So you don't want me here because of your enemies, yet you want me to go on a dangerous mission with you. Is there some way I can help, or do you just want to be able to protect me better?"
"Both. Not to mention, there's a chance we could meet up with some old friends."
"Old friends? Who…?"
"Cloud, Tifa, and Cid."
"Are they part of the Turks?
"Yes."
"Even Tifa?"
"Yes."
"Maybe it's finally time for me to become one of them too…."
"Yuffie, you know I don't want to put you in danger like that."
"Vincent, being your wife has already put me in danger. At least as part of the Turks, I have the whole syndicate as protection. You told me yourself that they take care of their own."
"You're right…. I'm still not very comfortable with this, but I won't deny that they could use your ninja skills to their advantage."
"When do I join?"
"Get dressed. We'll take care of it today."
I walk to the dresser pulling out a pair of faded blue jeans and a form-fitting black t-shirt and slipping into them. I pull on boots, stand up and braid my hair back.
"Let's go," I say.
The Turks headquarters is an underground hide-out in the middle of nowhere, thirty miles from Midgar. I walk past rooms of weapon testing and development, rooms where people are being tortured and interrogated. My first reaction is to turn away from the cruelty and huddle next to Vincent. I don't though. This is to be my new life. Regardless of whether or not we should have let Meteor destroy the planet, I'm still living, and I can't live in fear. I steel myself against the evil of it all and stare straight ahead, keeping pace with Vincent.
We finally reach the room where the head syndicate member does his business. It's Reno.
"Vincent, you know the rules about bringing family down here…," Reno says uneasily.
"I do," Vincent states bluntly.
"Then what is your wife doing here?"
"I want to join," I pipe up.
"You want to join?" Reno asks, eyebrows raised.
"Yes, just tell me what to do."
"Normally you would have to pass a test and go through an initiation process, but since I've seen you in action, you wouldn't have to. But, do you really know what you are getting yourself into?"
"I know enough."
"It's dangerous."
"It's a dangerous life for me anyway, being his wife," I say, looking at Vincent.
"Alright…. You have to be sure, because once you're in, there's no backing out. Are you ready?"
"Yes," I said immediately, without hesitation.
"Alright. Vincent, you know where to take her. She needs to be put into the computer system and set up with an ID card, as well as given a set of guns. But first…." Reno reaches into his desk and pulls out a sheet of paper. It's a contract. "Read it."
I read the terms and conditions and look at the bottom. There are two lines for signatures. I look at Reno, who produces a knife and an old-fashion quill pen. The contract will be signed in blood. I lay the contract on the desk, and take the knife from him. I slice a small cut in my hand and take the pen as my blood begins to drip on the floor. I dip it in the cut and sign my name on the line. Reno takes the knife and the pen from me, wipes them off, then slices a small cut in his own hand and signing the contract the way I have.
As the contract dries, Reno produces bandages, and gauze, tossing them to Vincent. Vincent cleans and dresses the wound, then kisses me on the forehead.
"Are you ready?" he asks me.
"Yes," I say as my mind flashes back to the day I first met Reno and the rest of the original Turks….