The man, only in his early twenties, listened intently to the blond man speaking, and then frowned as he realized what exactly Shinra were asking of him…upon reaching his decision, the man shook his silver grey head whilst speaking.
"Lazard."
The blonde bespectacled man stopped mid-sentence as he heard his name spoke by the SOLDIER General…one look at the revered warrior's face told Lazard that he need not waste any more time explaining about the mission, a presumption that was proved correct as Sephiroth spoke again, his jade irises flickering to where the President of Shinra and head of the Turks were standing in the shadows.
"I would have to decline this assignment."
"That goes for me too."
Kyra spoke up as she folded her arms across her chest in a quite definitive manner. Sephiroth's eyes flickered with an echo of relief, thankful that she was on his side in this matter, allowing for the girl to say her piece in full as her arms remained adamantly crossed.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to send someone else."
The young woman made no attempt to mask just how disgusted she felt at the very prospect of this assignment and it showed clearly on her face. Both 1st Class SOLDIER then stood up and walked for the door, with the young female bowing her figure slightly in the direction of the President and his accompaniment, out of respect before exiting the meeting with her older brother figure..
The Director of SOLDIER let loose a heavy and long sigh as he sat at his desk and intertwined his fingers, placing his elbows on the table in an almost trademark pose. It was as the door clicked shut and the silence of the room threatened to deafen him that Lazard spoke, well aware of the Head Turk and President Shinra watching him, and listening.
"Those two declined one of the toughest missions in existence…"
Neither of them had ever done this before- always the duo had been ready and willing for nay mission that ever came their way; he hadn't been aware that the option of declining had even tickled their fancy…he wouldn't have thought they'd lose face like that, for declining the highest ranking mission meant that it involved them too much. Sephiroth was understandable since some lesser assignments would be 'a waste of his time' or maybe even the common fact that an 'experienced 2nd Class could take care of it.' Kyra, however, was a completely different matter; the girl would accept any assignment that came her way, whether it involved her personal world or not…and yet she wasn't even remotely comfortable about this particular mission. But those kinds of things might be accountable for- she was, after all, the first female SOLDIER to enroll and succeed in the force, so her emotions would be understandably unpredictable at certain times of the month.
"Hunting down our wanted people has to take action immediately."
As the Director of SOLDIER continued to ponder the actions of his 1st Classes in silence, the President himself spoke, albeit in a rough voice- all along he'd preferred to take a back-seat look on things as this military malarkey wasn't exactly his forte, but things needed to be clarified and this rogue would be dealt with before he blackened Shinra's name.
"Perhaps I have a suggestion."
It was then that the head of the more notorious of Shinra's departments spoke up for the first time, drawing the eyes of both men upon him as he continued to explain his words in full.
"I will have one of my trusted Turks take care of this mission along with a SOLDIER who knows nothing of this mission's status; to prevent any bias."
As the leader of the Department of Administrative Research finished his piece, he turned and looked over his shoulder, indicating a young man to be standing further back in the shadows- a young man who wore the customary black suite of the Turks.
"Tseng."
"Yes sir."
The second-in-command of Shinra's malevolent Turks stepped forward and nodded his wise yet deceptively youthful head as Veld's aged hazel eyes sparkled with the telltale glimmer that suggested he already had a pan fully worked out in his strategic mind.
Both of SOLDIER's silver-haired Generals halted on the spot a shrill ringing noise could be hears. It was a couple of seconds later when their Mako-enhanced hearing led both to glance down at Kyra's PHS. The young woman slipped it from her belt and held it in her hand, looking at the identification number before answering the caller.
"Hello."
"How have you been?"
The refined, even slightly arrogant voice sent a wave of goosebumps down her spine as she had longed to hear it for the past number of weeks…the longing intensifying sevenfold with each passing day, and yet she had to keep a masterful and indifferent poker face as Sephiroth kept his gaze on her…letting on it was a mere buddy on the other end of the line.
"Good, now that I finally got into contact with you."
Kyra nodded her head and motioned further down the corridor, assuring Sephiroth that the person on the opposite side of the call was no one he had to worry about, not that he should, but big-brothers always tended to maybe become a little too curious for their own good..
"That's excellent. I want to see your face again."
"Me too."
She could feel a blush beginning it's inevitable creep across her cheeks, igniting them…and she both loved and hated him for it- loved the fact that he could make her feel so special, yet hated him for how he could make her blush in any situation, especially since he probably knew Sephiroth was watching her. As the crimson to dominate her cheeks, Kyra placed her hand over the speaker on the PHS and spoke low.
"Sephiroth, I need to take this outside. Is that okay?"
He looked down at her with a knowing suspicion in his Mako-green irises. It was only as she reverted to putting on a rather convincing pleading face that his.
"Meet me in the dorm by sundown." The sixteen-year-old beams happily.
"Thanks." Kyra removes her hand from the speaker. "When do you want me to meet you?"
"At dawn." She made a grunting noise as though she understood.
"How are you doing?"
"What do you think?" She laughs light-heartedly as she knew he's probably reading Loveless again.
"I'm serious. You had been inside enemy territory for a month and you never return back my calls. You are my boyfriend, and I worry everyday."
"I'll come back, I promise."
"Promise is such a big word, you know. When, at least."
"Two days, meet me by my family's Banora White tree."
"Ok, don't die before I get there." Both of them hanged up at the same time.
Kyra happily returns back to her dorm but it only last a short time as Sephiroth folded his arms across his chest as if he expects an explanation from her. "Tell me what you want to know."
"Who called?"
"A friend."
"Who is the friend?"
"Um, Angeal?" He raises a silver eyebrow.
"It's Genesis, isn't it?"
She narrows her eyes. "None of your business!" She could be extremely fierce when force into a corner, exactly like a wounded animal.
He grabs her forearm then she whirls around and glares at him. "You're being irrational, as always." He said in a firm voice. "And I already knew you have feelings for him, so deny it to my face."
The young woman storms out of the dormitory, slamming the door right in front of his face. She dials a number then places the speaker to her ear. "Hey, are you on an assignment?"
"No," she says slowly, "who did you argue with?" Both of them have been great friends since Cissnei joins the Turks. She knew she could trust her since most Turks aren't trustworthy.
"Sephiroth."
"Ok, I'll come right over. Wait for me in the lobby, ok?"
The female SOLDIER smiles in relief. "Thanks, Cissnei."
Kyra takes off the trench coat then places it aside. After that, she unbuckles one of the suspenders. "Ah!" The Seraph inhales deeply then she turns to face Cissnei who is in her moss green nightgown. "What is it this time?"
"I got a call from Genesis, the missing 1st." She replies as a little blush appears on her face.
"The desertion, right?"
She nods. "Yep."
The female Turk crosses her legs and folded her arms across her chest. "This is quite serious for Shinra."
The silver-black-haired general slouch her shoulders. "Gimme a break..."
The brunette lifts an eyebrow in interest.
"I trusted you."
The Turk could tell there's uneasiness in her body language and is ready to sprint for the door. She taps her lightly on the shoulder. Her friend turns her head slowly to face her. "What I'm saying is that the more you linger here, the worst it is for the company. I know you have feelings for him and it is best for you to remain as an outcast."
"But what about Sephiroth, he's the only other family member I have!" She protested.
"I'll explain the situation, fully," Kyra winces slightly as she said it in a firm voice, "but I highly doubt he'll understand your feelings since both of you are in SOLDIER."
She mentally thanked her then both of them turn off the lights before going to bed.
Kyra got up before crack of dawn and is ready to go with her food supply in a small pocket until she can reach to Banora. She looks over her shoulder and smiles sadly to her friend then closes the door behind herself.
She quietly places a resignation folder on Lazard's desk and an apologizing note for him, her brother, and Zack who she just met.
Kyra stands at the very top floor of the Shinra building and she didn't really care if anyone spotted her. She takes off her trench coat and places inside her bag. There's a reason why she received the nickname "Seraph" from her dear older brother even though it is close to his name. The teen remembers she was so excited and proud that she flew up so high that it took a lot out of her friends' energy just to ground her. Kyra smiles to herself when she remembers Angeal was relieved she was unharmed. She closes her eyes and three white, angelic wings appear on each side. Unlike the boys she grew up with, she found this as a blessing than a curse. The Seraph falls backwards with her wings spread out then whirls around and head towards to her destination.
