Do the right thing, baby

Reno looked a bit impatiently at the clock on the wall. Two hours till sunrise. It seemed that his more or less invited guest was taking his sweet time. "Fitting", the redhead thought as he began pacing the room for what seemed the umpteenth time since Rude had left. He was just headed for the kitchen to open another bottle of whatever alcohol was left, when he felt the slightest hint of another presence in the room… A split second afterwards, he felt the cold barrel of a gun pointed at his temple and a hand around his throat.

- Hello, Turk… - the intruder said, deep voice dripping with warning.

- You're late, yo, dinner's already cold.

The hand around his neck loosened its grip and Reno had a very distinct image of a tilted head and an eyebrow, raised in question :

- Dinner?

That was as good a chance as any for the redhead, as he grabbed for the hand around his throat and ducked at the same time, his other hand coming instantly up to punch the gun out of his "guest" ' s reach. The struggle that ensued, led to Reno finally managing to pin the other to the floor, face first, as the Turk held his hands behind his back and sat there, panting a little.

- Woah, ain't so tough in close combat, huh?

- If I was serious, you'd be dead by now. – was the curt answer.

- Yeah, whatever you need to tell yourself…

At that point, Reno was reminded why talking always got him into trouble, as his hostage turned the tables on him so fast, that when the Turk landed onto the floor, his head slammed onto it.

- You where saying? – the intruder smiled and his eyes seemed to glow a predatory shine.

- You know I was kinda serious about that dinner, yo. It did get cold. – he paid no heed to the unimpressed "hn" he got from above. Well, trouble wasn't always what his talking brought. Talking sometimes provided him with good things like time, distraction, and on occasion the ability to gain the trust of the other. – And even though I positively love where your ass is right now, I was hoping to save that bit for after that, yo …

He accentuated his words by grinding his hips to the other' s ass that was indeed in a very compromising position. What came next, however useful for the Turk, wasn't quite expected. Yazoo jumped so fast, you'd think something had burnt him. In a matter of moments he was at the other end of the room, and while still wearing that dangerous look in his eyes, there was something else there … Fear? Now that was curious.

- So let me get this straight… pun unintended, you are chasing me around all day to the point of making me leave my apartment just because you want to get it on with me?

- Well, I wouldn't mind that, even though I was kind of distracting you, yo. See the thing is, it can get real chilly up here… - he pointed his head to the broken window Yazoo knew all too well.

- Oh yeah… Sorry about that. – this was actually really good, Yazoo thought. It was about the window. The Turk hadn't figured him out. Therefore it wasn't really necessary for the young remnant to kill the man, was it? He pondered for a bit why it even bothered him. But just for a bit. – So couldn't you just send me the bill for it? Seeing as you know where I live and all…

- And where's the style in that, yo? – Reno winked at the other man and allowed his winner smile to reappear on his face. – And plus, I wanted to see how you lived. Probably would give me an idea as to why you have to steal…

- And the statuette?

- You like it? Take it, yo – I don't really need it.

- Amazing, I have a stalker, and he is giving me gifts… Could have been worse, I guess, - Yazoo smiled in return.

- You bet it could, yo! So you know what I wanna do next?

Reno began walking towards the younger man, grin growing wider, as he saw those amazing green eyes begin to look alarmed again. Wait, did he just actually think that the remnant freak's eyes were amazing? Damn, he shouldn't have drank that last glass of wine… He snapped out of his reverie when he saw Yazoo take a step back.

- I am not sure this really matters to you but… I don't … swing that way… - as Reno was only one step away now, the wariness that was from sometime now building inside Yazoo slipped through his voice. And he was almost backed up against the wall of the apartment. Not good…not good…

- Well, I'm not really sure you would believe me, but I don't either, yo. – Reno should have been really proud of himself for intimidating the young creature in front of him so much, that he was now able to place his hand on the wall behind him and hover closer to that still unmoving face. But for some reason, he felt a weird mixture of sympathy and curiosity. – But that doesn't change the fact that I'm a fan of all beautiful things and therefore I can appreciate them, right?

- I … guess so – Yazoo finally felt his back press against the wall. The one position that he so desperately wanted to avoid for one too many reasons.

And what was even worse, now that Reno was so close, was the conflict between Yazoo's obvious desire to get out of the literally tight situation, and his body's reaction to the closeness. Damn those ShinRa perverts who thought it would be a good idea to design the S2 assassination units to be bisexual.

- I know so, yo. Look at that beautiful face. – Reno took Yazoo's chin in his hand and tilted it upwards. – Has to be the most beautiful fuckin' face I've ever seen! And it had to come with a pair of balls, instead of boobs… - the Turk leaned a bit, so that he could whisper in the young man's ear. Yazoo could no longer suppress his shudder and Reno felt that. He wasn't surprised by it, however he did find it really hard to concentrate on the task at hand because of it. He had to find the designation tattoo on this guy before his charms burnt through the redhead's brain. – All I wanna do is to know about you, yo…

By now Yazoo was pretty sure if Reno moved suddenly, he would slump to the floor. What exactly was happening to him? Sure he was reacting to the Turk's advances, but he'd had men drooling over him before and managed to fight them off. What was different about this time? He barely managed to bite his lower lip to muffle the moan that found his way up his throat. Reno was licking his neck… His vision began to swim as he felt his pupils dilating and the sound of the redhead's voice seemed very distant all of a sudden :

- But it seems for now I know enough, S2 351, code name "Yazoo".

Suddenly Reno was backing slightly away to enjoy the effect his words would have on the young remnant. His face did actually change colour three times – at first he was blushing because of, well, because of certain things… then when he heard the Turk say the number, his eyes widened a bit, he paled, but that was just for a quick moment… Reno was rather impressed. This guy was good, real good.

- I'm sorry? – Yazoo asked, cocking his head to the side in his usual manner. – What are you talking about?

- I think you know pretty damn well, yo. You're from Kadaj's gang. A remnant, a Sephiroth clone, a part of the SOLDIER project…

- Wow! – the young man whistled. – First of all, who's this Kadaj? Second of all, those things that attacked the city got their asses rocked by that Cloud character. Third of all, if my information is correct, the SOLDIERs are almost all dead.

- Yeah, sure. However you're a little more special than any ordinary SOLDIER, see they cooked you up as a part of the JENOVA project as well.

- Now you're being just ridiculous. The SOLDIERs injected with Jenova cells turned to a vegetative state or died… Everybody knows that. – Yazoo's face quickly recovered its sarcastic look. – Or perhaps nobody told you… What they don't trust you enough?

Yazoo had no idea that with that single gloating line he had cemented Reno's opinion that he was in fact what the redhead said he was. The Turk shook his head in an attempt to chase away the memory of the remnant in front of the ShinRa statue who had his head tilted just like the other man was doing now, and had said : "What, the peons aren't trusted?".

- Yeah, sure, the project didn't work, because they were injecting Jenova cells to already fully grown men, yo. – Reno started again. – But you guys were made with those cells since the beginning of your existence, when they first mixed you up in the labs. The perfect SOLDIERs, just like Sephiroth …

- Listen, I enjoy a good bedtime story once in a while, but your imagination is running away with you.

- Oh, really, then how do you explain the tattoo behind your ear, Yazoo? Or the fact that you're what – 65 -68 kilos and beat up a man twice as big as you without breaking a sweat? Or that you jumped from the top floor of a 20 stories building and then walked off like it was nothing?

Reno kept his stare fixed on the young man. Now that he was a few feet away his mojo or whatever didn't have an effect and the Turk felt his resolve returning stronger than ever. He was going through with this plan, and the remnant was going to like it, he just didn't know it yet. Yazoo's head sank low and his shoulders slumped a bit as he sighed. He now was too snapping out of whatever had just transpired between him and the redhead. He felt his cool and calculating demeanor take over again and he began the act he always pulled when somebody got too suspicious of him. He would look vulnerable on purpose, breakable, lonely, sad. Then he would tell his tear-inducing story of a childhood behind bars with endless testing and then, while his victim was in shock and beginning to show signs of sympathy, he would kill them. Simple as that.

- Alright, you got me. – he gave another sigh and looked shyly through his tresses, which turned silver and he let his eyes return to normal. Normal for him anyways. – No use in hiding, huh? – Reno nodded, obviously trying to hide his uneasiness. Yazoo continued. – Yeah, guilty as charged – I was created in the ShinRa labs in the old Nibelheim reactor by Dr. Hollander behind Hojo's back. He definitely wanted to score some points with us in the who's-the-bigger-dick contest the two of them were having. – he allowed himself a small laugh. – Of course, him being an egocentric bastard turned good for us in the sense that he never anticipated that his perfect little soldiers could turn on him and run.

- So, how was it? Growing up in the labs… - Reno felt his throat really dry for a moment. He had only heard stories about the atrocities these two men were capable of just to prove their point.

- A load of fun, if you're a masochist or a psychotic killer. Which was in fact our sole purpose. The perfect genetically enhanced soldiers who felt less pain, moved faster, and followed orders down to the last letter without batting an eyelash. – he noticed the inquisitive look Reno was wearing and said. – I take it you're wondering what went wrong? Nothing, actually, we lived up to the expectations. We were perfect in all ways but one – we realized we were better than the humans who kept us. Obviously they never considered the possibility that when growing the perfect soldiers you're bound to have the perfect rebellion if you slip up. In our case, we came upon two very important facts that made our minds to get the hell out of the labs. First, when they killed one of our own because she was sick just to dissect her like a fuckin' frog in a science project. Second, when we saw them move Mother away.

- Always about Mother, huh? – Reno followed Yazoo who was headed for the couch and sat himself down. He felt really sick by it all, but probably most of all by the casual tone the remnant was telling his story in.

- We were just kids, you know. Plus she was a little more than a head back then. Not to mention parts of her spirit were actually still alive.

- And last time it wasn't?

- Last time it was a fake. I should have noticed the difference… We all should have, but we were too high on our desire to find the others, so we became vulnerable and the perfect prey for dear big brother Sephiroth. – the young man growled the name out like it was something disgusting he didn't want to think about. He noticed Reno's slight surprise at this and continued. – Come on, you heard us all those times, you think we knew and wanted to bring that bastard back? We wanted Mother's cells for the Reunion, not for the Recreation.

- So there's … more of you? – it was the Turk's time to act a bit. Of course, he knew about the others, but he had to play this trump card well, otherwise Yazoo could easily sense the bigger picture and find his way out of the net Reno was now so meticulously wrapping him in.

- If they're still alive, there should be at least nine of them out there.

- Oh... I guess I might have been misjudging you guys, yo...

There it was! Both the discarded gun and the compassion in Reno's eyes were now present and within his grasp. Yazoo sat on the sofa facing the Turk and all the while he casually leant back to retrieve his weapon from the floor. The second he felt the gun fitting in his hand, he bolted up and pointed it at the redhead's face.

- Perhaps you have, Turk... - he smiled his half smile and placed his finger on the trigger. It was alright now, the redhead was right where Yazoo wanted him. Control was back in his hands.- But now that our nice chat is over, I can't have you telling around about this, can I? Though I have to say I'm a bit sorry, you proved to be a very interesting opponent...

He was going to continue, but then he felt his lips weren't moving. Neither were his hands or his legs. The dizzy sensation returned full force and he looked at the redhead in disbelief as he slumped helplessly to the floor.

He had no idea how much time he had been unconscious before his body restored the feeling in his muscles. Before opening his eyes he tried to gain as much information as possible from his other senses. For once his military training was actually worth something. He was keeping his breathing even and his head low. Obviously he was in a sitting position and was most probably bound to the chair. He could get out of most restraints with his strength but he couldn't test that without giving out the fact that he was awake, and judging from his instincts there were at least three people watching him right now. There had to be a way to...

- Alright, sleeping beauty, show's over. We know you're awake, yo.

- Hn, - was the only reply that came from the bound figure in the chair, as he did not even move his head to acknowledge the statement.

- I say we just kill him, senpai- a female voice started, and Yazoo allowed himself a peak between his tresses to see an all too familiar blonde. Elena was it?

- No good, kiddo - Reno replied. - Plus we have nothing on him - ignoring the look on his young colleague, that was saying that they did indeed have a lot on the remnant. For one- the guy had just tried to kill the redhead. - Don't look like that, yo - if he wanted to cause trouble, he had a whole year to do it. And I kind of believe him about the whole Sephiroth-manipulated-us bit, yo. Mainly because they said nothing about him, only yapping on and on about "Mother".

- So now what do we do? We must inform the President about this. - Rude intervened.

- As much as I want to say I'm with you on this one, partner, things are different now. For the whole year that passed since the remnant accident, the boss has been having a lot on his mind lately. We can't just call him around for every little thing, yo. Anyways, what we report to him is now up to silver fairy over there.

Yazoo was still stubbornly keeping his head down, until he heard footsteps approaching and suddenly felt his head being yanked back by his hair.

- But first, we're gonna make you an offer you cannot refuse, yo! - the redhead winked at the impassive mask of a face the remnant was wearing. He paid no attention to another "hn" that escaped their prisoner, and continued. - See, you're gonna be working for us for a bit, yo! - the surprised looks were on everyone safe for the redhead. Elena and Rude exchanged bewildered looks. However the silence was broken by a deep mocking laugh that escaped the silver haired man's throat. It chilled the atmosphere in the room even though the sun was now shining freely through the broken window.

- Hahahaha, oh... Oh, you really are as dense as you look, Turk. - Yazoo's catlike eyes were shining with that dangerous glimmer Reno knew all too well. - But please, do entertain me, how do you exactly intend to make me do anything?

Instead of flinching like his colleagues when he heard the cold laughter, Reno just smiled a bit wider, and stood behind Yazoo's chair to turn it towards the huge computer screen in the wall next to them. The redhead walked over to the console and put a small chip into the reading device.

- I'll entertain you alright, yo. See, we've done our homework on you, buddy. We know there is no way you do anything unless it includes your own interest, right? - he pressed a button on the keyboard and the screen began to play a movie. - So there you go, yo, your interest right here!

The movie was a five minute take from a surveillance camera in a prison or something like that. The first two minutes it showed an empty looking cell, but then all of a sudden a door opened and two figures dressed in black were pushed inside. One of them, looking no more than 19 years old, lifted his head a bit towards the camera. Yazoo's eyes widened. Kadaj? That was definitely Kadaj! He was just about to jump, when he felt the restraints bruising into his arm. He continued to struggle, when he saw Loz coming into view, and then there was an explosion... Yazoo managed a sharp intake of breath, before another figure came into the picture. It was a young woman, dressed in leather from head to toe. She caught the two boys' inside the cell by the hands and dragged them out of the hole in the wall. Just before she was out too, she turned around to face the camera's eye. She had a chilling look on her handsome features, her eyes were glowing a distinct red and her hair was long and white, complimenting to the nearly blue tinge of her skin. A second after it had received the withering glare of the young woman, the transmission broke with a broken radio sound.

- Kira... - was the only thing Yazoo managed to say with his throat feeling so dry. He felt the familiar thrill of the Sense running through him as he desperately searched for traces of his sister's Spirit as far as he could reach.

- This was taken at an old ShinRa incarceration facility for dangerous criminals, yo. - Reno's voice broke through the alarm bells that were chiming in Yazoo's head. - Of course, you might want to know where, so there you go - interest. We can tell you the whereabouts of the facility you're brothers where caught at. And that girl - J3 456, or Kira as you called her.

The Turk watched with not a little amusement as the young man lifted his eyes instantly at the offer.

- However, we will need you to do something for us, yo. - Reno turned to the console again and opened another file on the desktop, but kept the image of the girl from the camera on the other half of the screen, for good measure. There was a picture of a middle-aged man. - This is Everton Gray. He is what you might call an opportunist. When the Nibelheim reactor blew, he managed to get his filthy little hands on a few of ShinRa's medical research and is now producing... drugs. This particular agent he is now rich and famous for is a very rare hallucinogen called Silver dust. - seeing that Yazoo's face was losing the rest of the mild interest he produced a while ago, Reno tried to cut down his speech. - So basically, we need you to go to him and sell us off. - there was a glint in the catlike eyes in front of him, that Reno took as a good sign. - Woah, horsey! Not so fast, if we get our asses toasted, you get no information, yo. Cause this console will self-destruct, if we don't enter a code into it once every three hours. So, what do you say, yo?

- Can I kill him?

- Certainly, yo. But not before you destroy the data he has hidden in that huge mansion of his.

- Hn, agreed. - Yazoo smiled a bit and tilted his head to the side. So what if he had a little extra fun before toasting some Turks' asses, as Reno had put it. - But please do tell, whatever your name is, why exactly did you choose me?

- Name's Reno, yo. And to your question - you're the most fit for this kind of job, what with your being a genetically engineered killing machine and all. Plus, Cloud trusts you, therefore we think we can too. However, should you slip up, I'm sure he will be the first one racing us to your place, trying to tear your pretty ass apart.

- Hn, thanks for the vote of trust.

- Trust gets earned, yo. Just do the right thing, and you'll be fine.

So there it is... In a day all that I've been striving to accomplish without anyone noticing me, blew up in my face. My cover, my most treasured desire... And it had to be that annoying Turk that knew about my brothers. And he simply had to know what drives me... The hunt, the kill, the thrill of being in the midst of enemies and blowing them all out. Oh, he is good, he is so good! Maybe I'll kill him last.

" Do the right thing" he said. Hn, like I even care...