Hi! Third chapter, all done in the time that I was supposed to be doing classwork. Yes yes, I am a good role model, aren't I boys and girls? Anyway, I don't know where the story is going. I just write when I have the inspiration to write, and lately I've had a lot of it. So, R&R!

"So let me get this straight, instead of shoving a real woman out there, you put the leader of MY Turks on the line?"

"Essentially, yes. Reno didn't exactly volunteer, but he didn't put up a huuuuuge struggle, either."

Rufus raised a brow. "You're telling me that Reno didn't put up a fight against being shoved into a kimono, paraded around like a girl and being sold off like a common street whore?"

"Well, we said he didn't put up a huge struggle. See, he couldn't put up a huge struggle, because Elena tied the kimono so tight. So, nah, it wasn't a huge issue, you know boss?"

"You people are some of the most idiotic goons I've ever had the curse of taking charge over. So you're telling me, you have no central sense of authority now that your leader is missing?"

"I mean, Rude could always take his place, it's not like we're completely LOST or anything." Elena grinned up at the President, flirting despite the fact that her boyfriend was in the room. Rude glared over at her, disapproving of the way she was ogling Rufus. "Reno wasn't the most valuable asset to the Turks, you know. Boss, we failed more missions because he was drunk last year than anything. Really, we should have a better leader."

Rufus sighed and massaged his temples with his hands, leaning against the desk. The nineteen year old President looked like he was ready to snap at the two remaining Turks. "Listen, Reno was appointed the leader of the Turks for a REASON. You cannot be leader. Rude cannot be leader. For one, you are a ROOKIE!" Elena hung her head sheepishly, a blush coming over her face. "Rude is a little too OLD to be a leader, he doesn't know the warehouses in the slums as well as he used to." Rude sort of sighed and looked away from the desk. "Reno was the leader for a reason, and that was because he has the knowledge to guide you through the slums and guide you through safely. So therefore, if you want to keep your title as the Turks, you're going to find your faithful leader, clean him up and have him report to me. Do you understand? If Reno dies or if he's not found, you're not going to like what happens. Have I been clear and concise so far?"

Both of them nodded, swallowing hard. The phrase 'you're not going to like what happens' rang in the back of both of their minds, sort of emphasizing the point that just because they were Turks didn't mean that they couldn't be disposed of. "Very well. You two are dismissed. Find him this week, else you might not have a chance of finding him alive at all." With that, Rufus leaned against his desk and rose, walking from behind it and out of the room, Dark Nation hot on his heels.

Elena turned with Rude and shoved her hands in her pockets, walking for the door. "What if we don't find him, Rude?"

The man looked at Elena. "Well, you heard what would happen if we don't find him. We won't like what happens. It always means you're either going to get iced or you're going to find yourself in a whole shit-load of trouble. And it don't mean your mama's gonna bend you over her knee, neither."

"Where do you think the bastard could've taken him?"

"There are so many rundown old warehouses that Bahamut only knows. He could be in any of the drug-infested sectors. We have to find him before that guy tries to take his clothes off of him, too. That would be one shocking surprise, you know?" Rude laughed as he shoved his glasses up on top of his forehead. "He might actually kill the guy from shock rather than anything else, you know?"

Elena made a strange face. "Unless the guy's a really freaky pervert that doesn't really care whether Reno is a girl or not. Oh…my…gawd… What if he rapes him ANYWAY?" She frowned and stared down at the floor. "What if he kills him after, Rude?"

The bald man sighed and shook his head. "There's only one way we can find out if Reno's okay or not. We have to track his red-headed ass down and get to the bottom of whatever's happening. We're going to rip the fucker apart when Rufus gets finished interrogating him, so if Reno is still alive when we find him, then he's going to enjoy messin' the guy up. He's gonna beat him so bad that he'll probably IMPROVE his looks by ten percent or more."

"Whoa, you can actually do that? I WANNA SEE IT HAPPEN!"

"You really are a rookie, you know?" Rude shook his head and got on the elevator with Elena to head back down into the slums.

In an old abandoned warehouse…

"Well well, purty. You lookin' like you done seen a ghost. Hun, I ain't that scary. You scared o' me?" The drug lord had his arm wrapped around Reno, holding him tightly against his chest. Reno's face was turning blue, it looked like, just from air constriction. "I ain't that bad, honey babe, I jus' got a lotta needs that need sat'sfied 'n' you gonna be sat'sfyin' 'em." He stroked a hand through Reno's hair and tugged the blue bows out, shoving him down hard. Reno hit his knees on the hard concrete of the warehouse, skidding a few inches. He could already feel the burn from the concrete on his knees and on the palms of his hands. The guy almost cried out, but suddenly remember that he had to keep his cover.

'Reno, keep cool, keep cool. This might depend on your survival, you bastard. Come on, just don't scream, don't talk, keep it all cool. Oh gawd, please Rude find me.' Reno looked up at the guy, the mako in his eyes shimmering brightly in the little bit of light that they had to see by. The hole in the plate above that had been caused from an explosion six months ago allowed a little bit of moonlight to filter in, silhouetting the red-head's form in the kimono. It caused the mako to have a very strange shimmer that succeeded in creeping the drug lord out a little bit. 'C'mon, just bide a little time. Just wait, Reno. You'll be rescued. They can't leave you, cuz there won't BE the Turks without you. Right…?'

"Them eyes, them eyes. Girly, you sure got some purty eyes." The man reached down as he squatted in front of Reno, cradling his chin in his hand. "And they sure is creepy, too, all in'at same sens'a bein'." Reno almost freaked out as the guy started to lean forward. He did the inevitable, just as the red-head had feared. The scent of onions mixed with the cheap cologne the guy had on filtered into Reno's nose as he felt overly-hot and wet lips on his own. He had to force the bile that he felt in his throat down as he tried to snatch away from the man. However, the guy simply would not have it. "Now, I ain't usually all'at mean to my lady-friends, but you really getting' on my nerves, baby. Sit still, relax. I ain't gonna hurt'cha unless you keep strugglin'. If you keep strugglin', you migh' not live to see wha' I'm gonna do to ya." The man shoved Reno down harshly, causing his rear end to scrape across the concrete an inch or two. When the guy knelt over him, that was when he started to struggle.

With a punch to the face, Reno at least stunned the guy enough to try and struggle to his feet and get away. However, the man was much faster than the red-head had anticipated. The man recoiled from the punch, but quickly recovered and lunged forward, his fat hand wrapping around Reno's small wrist. He snatched backwards, throwing Reno's balance off and sending him tumbling down against the man's abdomen as he knelt there. "Now I done told'ja I dun' wanna hurt'cha. If'n you keep strugglin' like you been doin', you gonna die, bitch." He reached down and snatched Reno's face up harshly, sharp pain rushing through his cheeks as the fingers squeezed too tight on sensitive areas. "An' you… Whoa… A honey with stubble?" He stroked his fingers against the area underneath Reno's chin, leading down to his neck. "You ain't one of them normal women, and I s'pect you gonna be quite diff'rent when I get your clothes off. Why don' we see?"

The man turned Reno around to face him, starting to reach down and undo the belt that held the wrap-around kimono tightly on his body. Once again, Reno started to struggle for all he was worth. 'Fuck a skirt.' He lifted his knees and slammed his foot straight into the guy's groin, causing him to give a humongous grunt and fall forward. It also served the purpose of making his grip much weaker. Reno snapped his wrist to the side, breaking out using the thumb-side of the man's grip against him. Jumping to his feet, Reno took off for the door, only to have the tightness of the kimono hinder him. 'Elena, I ought to HURT your ass when I get out of here! God Damnit!' Sure enough, Reno tripped and fell flat on his face right there in the middle of the floor. He felt thundering steps behind him, along with an enraged cry of pain.

Painful weight slammed down on Reno's legs, causing him to almost cry out again. The man had sat down on him, understandably angry from the kick to the groin. Ripping his fat hand out, he grabbed Reno's arm and twisted him to the side, digging his fingers into a pressure point located along his upper arm. Reno had no choice but to cry out, though it was more like a strangulated scream than anything. The man didn't appear to notice that there was much more to the 'girl' than what he'd originally thought. "You bitch, I tol' you I didn' wanna hurt'cha, but you didn' listen, DID'JA?" Reno heard the 'snk' of a switchblade. His eyes widened as he remembered just what type of switchblade was about to be used against him. He'd used the same type on many occasions just to get information out of people. The cold blade in the man's hand was glinting in the moonlight viciously, casting a thin shadow across Reno's jaw. Holding the blade to the young man's skin, he stroked it softly against the soft tissue, ghosting the sharp edge up toward the lobe of his ear. It caused a chill to go up Reno's spine, even though pain still reverberated from the rest of his body. "You wanna play it hard, don'cha? If'n you wanna be a bad little whore, I'll treat'cha like one. 'Least I can't say you wasn' feisty 'nough."

The man started to press harder on the blade when he made it to Reno's cheek, the blade slicing through the skin like a hot wire through butter. Blood trickled down, dripping and staining the shoulder of the kimono a very ugly purpled-rust color. It kept pouring, soon saturating that spot on the garment and dropping onto the floor, forming into a pool that was growing by the second. "I'll jus' mess ya up so no one else won' want'cha. Then ya can just be mine forever. How 'bout that, purty?" Reno was horrified when the man leaned down and drug his tongue across the cut, lapping up blood that was still pooling there. The red-head didn't move, however, because of the blade still held very close to his face. "Why don' we play now, since you gots a motivation to play purty?" He sat down on the floor, a few feet away from the pool of blood, and snatched Reno into his lap. The young man had no choice but to go willingly, due to his wrist being held close to the blade in the man's other hand.

Starting to stroke Reno's side, the man brought his mouth close to Reno's ear, breathing harshly in it. The red-head felt like puking, felt sick and violated just from what the man had already made him suffer. He felt the knife slide against the thin material of the kimono and catch underneath the belt. The bastard started to cut through the only thing holding the garment onto Reno's body, making the Turk cringe. He knew he was about to be discovered, and he also knew that he was probably going to die from it.

Sure enough, the knife cut through the material easily, causing it to fall in one swipe toward the ground. The kimono stayed in its place, since the creases and folds of it were already molded to his body. 'Oh my gawd, please no no no no no no no noooooooo! So fuckin' CREEPY! You nasty bastard, get your god damn hands off of me!' Reno wished he could just speak.

"Awww… I bet'cher purty as a picture, girly. Why don' we see?" Reno raised a brow, almost amused at what the man was about to see. It was sure to be a hair raising experience for the poor guy. Sure enough, the man slowly folded the wrap-around down, revealing Reno's back. All of his scars were there from knife fights and other various things. However, the man didn't see his chest juuuust yet. "Heheheh, that's it. Don' be scared o' me, girly. I ain't gonna hurt'cha none if you jus' stop struggl-" Reno couldn't have timed it any better. The guy reached around to grope a breast that was supposed to be there and was left to grasp only air. "Whoa… Got small 'uns, eh?" Suddenly, he felt what WASN'T there and sort of…laughed? Reno blinked, confused as he just knew that the guy was going to toss him, scream, do something. But, he just laughed.

"I knew there's somethin' odd 'bout you. I KNEW IT! You still damned purty, though." Reno felt freaked out. The guy was going to keep him ANYWAY? "Hmmm… You still gonna serve a purpose, boy. You a Turk, ain't you? Yeah, you're that red-headed boy that's always tryin' to snipe me off. You ain't gonna see your friends again, so why don't we have us a little pow-wow?" The guy continued to grope Reno rather Rudely as he continued to peel the material down. Reno wriggled on his lap, only to be shaken very harshly, almost like a terrier in a pit bull's mouth. "Be still, you little bas'ard! I gots some things to say, then we gonna have us some fun."

A cold chill went down Reno's throat and landed in his stomach, spreading all over his body. Fun? The color drained out of his face as he knew what that meant in slum terms. He could just imagine himself raped, bleeding and dying, laying on the sidewalk where people would merely step over his limp body. Not that it surprised him all that much, he could just imagine it. It would be very typical of Midgar, something he was very used to seeing.

"I knew you was somethin' odd when I firs' saw ya. But if you's good, and you is nice, and you do what I say, I ain't gonna kill your ass. Jus' cause you purty, and jus' cause I think you got some 'sperience with weapons. You a Turk, you gotta be good with the warehouses, ShinRa supplies, shipment schedules and all'at good jazz. So now, we gonna work together, and we gonna bargain for your life. See, you got good contactses with the weapons suppliers. I know you do, cuz you got sway, see? It all works out, and we all gonna be really really happy. An' when I done gone away to wherever I plan to go with what'chu gonna get me, I might even let you go. Isn't that goin' to be nice, kiddo?" He ruffled Reno's hair, like he was an apprentice that had just learned a new skill. Glaring over at the man, Reno sort of showed he wasn't very interested in his 'proposition'. "An' if'n you don' help me, I'm gonna make you scream tonigh' and just throw your body out for your friends to find. Do I make myself clear, son?" He grabbed the base of Reno's neck and stared him right in the eyes. "I can tell you're just so damn willin'. I'll take that glare as a yeah."

"Go to hell, you sorry mother fucker."

Once more, Reno's world spun out of control. The man had backhanded him so hard that he'd knocked him for a flip in the air and caused him to land on his stomach on the concrete. Laying there, Reno groaned, pushing himself up to his bare knees on the cold stone. "That wasn' a very nice answer, son." Blood continued to drip from Reno's cheek, but a new stream started from his lip. It was the same spot that had bled before he'd entered the warehouse, when the man first backhanded him. "In fact, if I get another answer like that, I might forget where my manners are and cut your purty little face up. Understand?" Another glare from Reno. Another smack across the face that sent the poor red-head reeling. "Do I make myself clear, son? Or do I have to show you right now that I'm the one you shoul' be worried 'bout, not this blade?" He snatched Reno up by his cheeks, squeezing so hard that the red-head could barely think to speak. "Do I make myself clear, son, that you're gonn' do what I say?"

"Y-yeah."

"I wanna hear 'yes sir', bitch."

"Yes sir."