A/N Okay, this is the sequel or whatever to my other fic entitled 'In the hands of the enemy' This chapter begins about a week after Yazoo attempted to splatter his brains over the street and Vincent and Cloud rescued him. Although Reno and Yazoo are the main characters they will NOT be paired together. Nothing against the pairing just don't hold your breath waiting for it to happen here or anything. I have my own plans for the both of them. (evil snicker)
Disclaimer- I dont own FF7 or Advent Children. But I sure as hell wish they would release it inthe US! Anyways don't sue, broke college student yadda yadda yadda.Chapter 1
This was shitty. Reno didn't need anyone to tell him that he was in serious trouble here. He had been at a bar minding his own business, waiting for Rude, when a man had clamped a hand down on his shoulder hard. "I know you…" slurred the man, obviously drunk. Reno just shrugged the hand off and glared at him. "You're a Turk, you work for Shinra, scum" the man spit, very close to Reno. Reno got up from his seat and turned to the man, getting in his face. "Yeah, and what of it man?" he said with a smirk. The man looked behind him and Reno noticed that he had friends who were now walking over like a wolf pack that's scented blood.
"We don't need you scum around here. Shinra has done enough fuckin damage, you aint on top no more." The guys friends had now surrounded Reno and he couldn't help but note that he was sorely outnumbered. He saw out of the corner of his eye another patron get up and close and lock the door. Was everyone against him now that they knew he was a Turk? Reno never lost his air of cocky confidence and met the mans eyes, his hands inching towards his EMR.
"I don't give a fuck about what you and your redneck friends think about Shinra or me. You have a problem? Write the president a fucking letter and get off my case."
Anger flashed in the mans eyes and he grabbed the front of Reno's shirt and jacket. Reno didn't give him the opportunity to pull him close. He swung his EMR at his head and was satisfied to feel it hit bone. Unfortunately the mans friends didn't share in his amusement and Reno was hit across his cheek and kicked in the stomach. He resisted the urge to double over and instead fought back with the vicious speed he was known for. Reno felt glass shatter across his shoulders as someone hit him over the head with a bottle. He staggered but landed some good hits and was greeted with cries of pain. But he fell to his knees under the blows seeming to come from all sides. He was kicked in the temple and spun rapidly into unconsciousness.
Rude knew that there was trouble when he walked up to the bar that Reno had said he was at and the door was locked. Rude kicked the door down and walked in. There were a few people who were sitting in booths with ice packs pressed against swelling bruises. At first he didn't see his partner laying unconscious on the floor. When he spotted the flame colored strands on the floor amidst the debris of a broken chair and glass he drew his gun and aimed it at the man that had the obvious mark Reno's EMR across his face. He paced his way to where Reno lay, he was still breathing but he was bleeding profusely and his face was covered in bruises. Without asking any questions Rude shot the man who was standing over Reno in the leg. The man fell to the floor with a cry. Rude looked around the room to note where everyone else was. Obviously Reno had been outnumbered and beaten unconscious by these fucks. Rude mentally shook his head. Reno could get himself into a lot of shit but this topped it out. He turned to a group of men that had begun to rise to their feet. "Get him and get out" he ordered, motioning to the man he had shot.
When one of the men opened his mouth to reply Rude trained his gun on him. The man shut his mouth and glared at him. One man came forward to help his friend and the others made towards the door. One with an attitude smirked at Rude and began to raise a hand for what Rude assumed was going to be an impolite gesture, he shot the man in the arm.
When everyone including the bartender had cleared out he knelt by his partners side. He brushed the hair out of his face gently and called his name. Reno didn't respond, even when Rude shook him. Rude cursed under his breath and retrieved his cell from his pocket. He speed dialed a number. "Tseng, Turk down, I need assistance." Tseng was just as calm as Rude while he got the address and informed Rude that they were already close by and would be there soon. Rude had to call on his iron self control to keep his cool exterior. He examined Reno as best he could without moving him too much. He had a nasty gash in the back of his head, he was curled in a way that made Rude suspect broken ribs. He had marks around his throat that implied he had either been hit in the throat or strangled, and that was just what he could see. Rude was regretting not having shot more of the people that had been in the bar when he had arrived. No one did this to his partner without payback.
Rude considered torching the bar. But Shinra was trying to turn their reputation around. Rufus would not be pleased if he did, and Rude wasn't as casual about flaunting his boss's orders as Reno was. Rufus was already furious that the general public was blaming Shinra for the three silver haired men that had shown up a few months earlier and caused such havoc in Midgar. Rude leveled his gun at the door when he heard footsteps approach then lowered it when he saw it was Tseng and Elena. Elena stood watch by the door while Tseng knelt next to Rude at Reno's side. Tseng quickly checked Reno's vital signs and turned his turned his unresisting body to lay on his back. "I think its okay to move him. There's a room ready at the nearest hospital, we'll drive you." Rude nodded and Tseng stood. Rude picked up Reno as gently as possible with an arm under his knees and behind his shoulders, he had never realized how light Reno was, he felt so fragile.
Elena and Tseng flanked him as he carried Reno to the car and got in with him in the back seat. Reno stirred a little in his arms and Rude held him tighter to let him know it was him. Reno's eyes fluttered but didn't open. Rude felt fear slice through him, he had seen Reno hurt before, but this was bad. And to think it hadn't even been done for a mission but in some sleazy fucking bar for who knows what reason. If Rude found out that Reno had done something idiotic to piss everyone in the bar off to this point the would kill Reno himself.
After what seemed like hours they reached the hospital and Rude laid his partner onto the waiting hospital bed. He watched as nurses tested his vitals and took blood samples and all the other million and one things that nurses do. When one moved to take off Reno's clothes Rude stopped her after she got past the shirt. Reno would kill before he would let anyone undress him farther than that without his at least semi-lucid consent. The nurse just shrugged and nodded. They were used to odd demands from the Turks.
Elena touched his arm softly. "There's nothing you can do for him right now. Why don't you come and catch a bite to eat with us?" Rude was reluctant at first. He was Reno's partner, he didn't want to just leave him here. Elena persisted, "There's a place right across the street. We wont go far and they will call Tseng with any news." Rude nodded and followed her. Tseng was on his phone, Rude couldn't catch much of what he said accept the address of the bar and something about bankruptcy. He almost wanted to smile, trust Tseng to cover everything. He doubted that particular bar would be open for business at the end of the week.
A/N I know Rude seems OOC, he's usually potrayed as such a quiet guy. I like to think its just because he's around Reno so much who happens to talk enough for both of them. Anyways, please let me know what you think.
