Chapter 2
The Grassy er… and Yet Foresty Place
The gentle rays of the morning sun shone on the three Turks' (ex-Turks') faces. Each of them wearily looked up, for they had been walking towards the nearest town they could find, all night long.
Reno held up a blue sleeve and mopped away the mound of sweat that built up right under his bangs. He looked down at his damp sleeve for a minute and continued walking, his electrified nightstick hanging on his belt.
"I wish we had brought some supplies… and I wish I had my sunglasses…" Reno sighed, holding up a hand to block out the sun's bright summer rays.
Both Rude and Elena ignored him. He had been whining about being hungry and tired all night.
"Anybody even given a thought to where we're going?" Elena asked, looking over at Reno. "Before they started whining about supplies and sunglasses?"
The red haired man gave her a dark look. "Yes! I do know where we're going!" he said indignantly, straightening immediately. "And for your information, we're almost there!" I hope… he added in his thoughts. Where are we going?
Elena and Rude both exchanged looks. From Reno answer, they both came to the conclusion that he had no idea where the hell he was going and that they were desperately lost.
Great… just great. We're stuck in the middle of nowhere and we have no supplies. Now just how the hell are we going to get out of this one? Elena thought. And I thought I'm supposed to be the blonde one?
Reno looked around. Ok. Foresty. That didn't help. Everywhere had 'foresty' places. Think dammit, Reno! You've been stuck in the middle of Corel Desert Prison and you still managed to get out!
Umm… anything other than foresty? He asked himself, looking around on the ground. Er… grassy… why isn't my brain working correctly! Everywhere has grass! Hmm… this place does look awfully like… somewhere…
He tapped his head angrily. He must have been drunk that night when he came around here…
He was just about to give up and say. "Hey uhh guys… we're lost." But he stopped when he saw the top of a building far off in the distance. A smile spread across his dry cracked lips. His good moment was cut short when his lips split and began bleeding.
He wiped away some of the coppery red tasting liquid away with his sleeve and continued on walking. He was tempted to yell "See! See! I've led us to civilization! I do know where I'm going!"
Elena's eyes widened as she saw the buildings far away. Reno actually knew where he was going!
It's got to be pure Cetra-damned luck.
As they came closer, Reno almost jumped in realization where they were. It was a little town that had been burned down a few years ago… memories emerged of a raven-haired man and his best friend, a man with blonde hair…
"NIBELHEIM!" he cried aloud, groaning. Both Elena and Rude both looked at him, then at each other. He quickly added, "I mean uh… yeah… haha… Nibelheim…"
Rude sighed in exasperation and slapped his forehead almost comically. "Oh my f---in…" he muttered under his breath.
"Hey… ain't that where that guy… Cloud lives? With that chick?" Reno asked.
"Which one? The one in that pink dress who's flowers you stepped on or…" Elena was cut off by the red-haired man.
"The one with the nice bod." He said, grinning devilishly. "Tifa."
Elena rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. "Glad you remembered her name… or rather… he shape."
Reno's eyes twinkled and he stuck out his tongue. "You're just jealous 'cause her figure's better than yours."
The blonde Turk whirled around to face him, her deep blue eyes flashed dangerously. "Care to repeat that?"
Rude hid a smile and cleared his throat. "Umm… erhem… we're almost in Nibelheim." He said, quickly cutting in, careful to extricate himself from the argument. "Come on, guys."
Reno seemed to have already forgotten about what they were arguing over and shrugged it off. "Hey… you think those landslide guys are still there? I'm not about to go in and have them kick my ass again."
The bald Turk chuckled softly to himself. "Landslide?" he muttered. "You mean AVALANCHE?"
Reno, who was twirling his nightstick in his hand, winced and dropped it. "Yeah, them."
"Awww… poor poor Weno's afwaid of big mean AVALANCHE?" the female Turk teased, which caused Reno to turn as red as his hair.
"Shut up. You're just b----y because you can't snag any guy since your figure is about as flat as a man's."
In the distance there was a loud slapping noise, and a yelp of pain that followed.
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She crouched low behind the trees, covered in the shade. She watched as the female Turk slapped the red-haired one. She quietly fitted on her gauntlets, and stood up, as stealthy as a ninja.
Her face had curved into a rare smile when Reno talked about "the girl with the nice bod". Turks. She thought to herself, sighing quietly and shaking her head.
She wondered whether or not to charge out right now and beat the crap out of all the Turks. After all, she was hired to keep out trespassers and "suspicious persons."
Who the hell calls them persons anyways? She wondered to herself, as she watched the Turks distance themselves from her. Oh well… better go.
She ran among the trees quickly and lightly, careful not to step on any dry leaf or branch that would show where she was. She could just get back to Nibelheim and get reinforcements… or Cloud…
Her thoughts strayed to the handsome blonde man, her best friend, but she quickly cut him out. NO! You can handle a bunch of goof-offs like this alone, girl! People will laugh at you if you ask for backup to fight them.
"Ahh well… all in a day's work." She whispered to herself and leapt out of her hiding spot.
Sorry for the late update! This chappie's a little short... and I'm working to make the next chappie longer! Thanks to Ryu the Youkai and xCR1MS0N-T3ARSx for reviewing for the last chapter!