Chapter 4
Yazoo winced when he heard the sound of Fenrir coming in through his open window. The bike needed some serious maintenance. Cloud was returning from a delivery to Wutai and the bike hadn't been in that great of shape to begin, considering the abuse it took in the chase after Kadaj. Yazoo went downstairs where Tifa was cleaning glasses in preparation for the evening rush when Cloud came in the door. He looked worn out and trudged over to the bar and dropped into a chair. Yazoo filled a glass of ice water and pushed it towards him. Cloud inclined his head gratefully as he took the glass.
"How was the delivery?" asked Tifa.
Cloud just shrugged. "It was fine. Fenrir's not so good though."
Tifa refilled his glass and Yazoo went to serve a man that had entered behind Cloud. Yazoo was handing the man the beer he had ordered when the man grabbed his wrist. Yazoo glared at the man but he just ignored it.
"Hey pretty, how about havin a drink with me?"
Yazoo gave a small sneer. The man was in his forties, balding and obviously already drunk. Yazoo showed great restraint in simply twisting his arm away and not sending the guy flying head over heels with a blow to the head. He hated being called 'pretty' Loz and Kadaj had teased him endlessly about his feminine looks and never failed to get under his skin. Sadness entered his eyes at the thought of his brothers. What he wouldn't give to have them teasing him right now.
He made his way over to Cloud. "I can take a look at Fenrir if you like" he told the blonde.
Cloud raised an eyebrow at him. "Sure, I didn't know you knew anything about motorcycles."
Yazoo just shrugged. "Between the three of us we had plenty of incidents where it was beneficial to learn."
Yazoo knew that Cloud knew who 'us' was. He nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Knock yourself out, tools are in the office."
Cloud went upstairs headed for the shower. Yazoo headed for the office. He found the tools in a black carrying case and slung them over his shoulder on his way out the door. There weren't many customers and he wanted to find out what the problem was before the evening rush came in. Tifa had never asked him to help her, neither had Cloud made any demands of him. But Yazoo knew that keeping busy was his current key to sanity. It was when he lay awake at night with nothing to keep him occupied that the empty ache in his chest came back. His dreams had been wrought with images of his brothers. Often they were just within his reach to save but he couldn't get there fast enough. They always left him breathless and near tears that he never let fall.
Fenrir was in terrible condition. Yazoo made a list of the parts he would need. It wasn't anything too hard to replace and fix but Yazoo could see why Cloud hadn't done some of the work already. The spaces between bolts and parts were so small that Yazoo knew Cloud would be hard pressed to reach them. For once he was glad for his thin, delicate hands. He was in an awkward position lying on his back beside the bike and getting at something from underneath when he sensed eyes on him. He looked up to see the Turk that Tifa had called Rude.
Yazoo sat up. Rude gave him another one of his silent nods and walked into 7th Heaven. Yazoo just shook his head. The Turks could be a weird group.
A/N sorry I know nothing huge happens in this chapter. I'm really just trying to show what's kind of going through Yazoo's head in regards to him missing his brothers and getting adjusted.
