This is what the Before Crisis Turks were doing during Advent Children! Yay! I named them of the sake of convenience. If they're out of character, please don't kill me, I can't get my hands on Before Crisis…Enjoy!

By the way, I'm sorry that I'm taking up this chapter to describe the Turks…It's so people who've never seen the Before Crisis people can tell what's going on and to show what name goes to who. (And I can't even cover all of them in one chapter!) Sorry 'bout that.

Advent Children: A Different Perspective

The Beginnings of the Troubles of the Near Future

Zeneon sat on a comfy little sofa of the big Turks break room. His dark blue eyes glared across the room, as if trying to bore holes in the opposite wall. His dusty red hair was as unkept as always. It had grown some, coming down to the middle of his neck. It was obvious that he didn't bother going to get it cut. He couldn't care less. He wore his suit loosely; many buttons were unbuttons or buttoned in the wrong holes. His tie was not even tied, and just hung around his neck. He slouched in a way that generally caused fangirls to squee at his smexyness. (Lolz, that's right fangirls.)

It was agreed upon by everyone who had a connection that Shinra Company had some money left after all that had happened was a very good thing. They had an underground building(, literally and metaphorically,) for the time being. It was a total of four basement floors and on above ground floor that was cleverly disguised as a storehouse. It was complete with an opening top where helicopters could take off and land. The company had a place to stay while they began planning for their return to the top of the energy business…I mean, put the balance of the world back in place. Yeah, that's it…

As Zeneon continued to slouch in his chair, Falea walked into the room. Most would say that Falea looked identical to her sister, Elena. The blonde hair and bright blue eyes made them look almost like twins. Falea began growing her hair out for the exact reason. (Somehow, Elena must have thought that having the same style of hair was a smart idea.) Her hair now reached halfway down her back. It was hard to remember the time that it was short for Zeneon now.

"Why are you so angry, Zenny?" asked Falea, sitting across from the former gang leader. Her eyes were pretty harsh for the words being said, "You know they made the right decision."

Zeneon's line of sight snapped away from the wall and now tried to bore a hole in Falea blonde little head, "Why aren't you the one angry, Falea? You're younger sister, who by the way, is a lot less experienced then either of us, is out there! On a mission that has our friggin' future on the line, no less!"

Delmreug tapped Zeneon on the head. The red-head Turk tensed slightly, surprised.

Delmreug seemed to have walked in without the two noticing. His whacked-out hairstyle was still the same as nine years ago: Uncontrolled right bangs and the rest braided close to his skull. He gray eyes glowed with a sort of stone-cold seriousness that only a few of them had. No one knew why the guy was so serious all the time.

"How very unprofessional of you to say such things, Zeneon. Tseng, Elena, and Reno go on the mission. Those were the orders, and we shall do as we are told. That is how we Turks always have been. Isn't that right, Marsha my dear?"

Zeneon decided that Delmreug definitely need that hole in his face more than Falea and began glaring at him instead. Falea herself, decided to sigh in quiet aggravation. She looked up from her seat at Marsha, the former mercenary.

Marsha smiled, shaking her head at Delmreug. Her long, black hair waved around her. Her red eyes always shined with kindness that you would expect from those of angels. She wore her battle gloves all of the time, of late. It made everyone wonder if something was up. But they decided that if there was something up, they'd find out sooner of later. That's just how they were, for the whole time they had been Turks anyways.

Zeneon jumped out of his seat as if something snapped inside him. Falea looked annoyed by his brashness.

"I'm gonna get to the helicopter first and drag that stupid Elena out of there! I deserve that spot more than she ever will!"

Zeneon headed towards the door and immediately ran into Tolegio. Tolegio looked down at him before shoving him aside. Zeneon looked up at the Turks own sword master, wondering why he was back so soon.

Tolegio was a tall man. His slicked-back hair and glasses always gave him a very serious look. A jagged scar traveled up from the middle of his left jaw, ending near a dark blue eye. His posture was as if a board was shoved in the back of his suit, straight and rigid. And Zeneon running into him didn't change it by much.

"I've finished off those insurgents that we've been having lately," he stated. The speed that he worked at never ceased to amaze, "Did one of company helicopters just leave?"

Zeneon roared out in anger. He tore past Tolegio and slammed the door shut after him. The swordsman turned to the others.

"What's going on?"

Marsha sighed. She got up, and put a hand on Tolegio's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Tolegio-sempai," she said in a soothing voice, "Our Zenny's just a little frustrated. I think we all might be," she added, looking pointedly at Falea, "You go sit down, Tolegio. I'll go get some tea."

Marsha walked off to find some cups and the teapot. Tolegio sat on the sofa where Zeneon was sitting earlier. He crossed his feet at the ankles and pulled out his sword. He began cleaning it, a sort of bored expression on his face. Those who knew him would know that he was in deep thought.

Suddenly his face tensed up, as if in pain. One hand traveled quickly to his side. The memories of his time in jail flashed within his vision. Falea looked a bit concerned,

"Your…"

"Geostigma," finished the swordsman, "Yes, it has been a bit of a nuisance lately. I assume that means it's getting worse," his words were cool, as if he didn't care about what was invading his body.

"That's why you finished you work so quickly, isn't?" Falea's voice was now full to the tip with worry, "So you could beat the wave in the pain."

A ghost of a smile crossed the man's expression,

"I thank you for your concern, Falea."

While the two were conversing about Tolegio's Horrible Disease of Doom, Delmreug was slowly becoming bored. He was watching the doorway to the kitchen area, awaiting the return of Marsha, but she was taking way too long. He shrugged and got up. He might as well go patrol the halls, even though he knew that there was nothing to find.

Little did he know that everything that shouldn't have happened was about to be triggered all at once. Soon, everything would go wrong that could go wrong. And something unexpected would be found on that patrol that would change the course of events to even more bad things.

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