Good guys, bad guys
It was past midnight the night following the talk between Yazoo and the Turks. Reno was half lying in front of the computer screen in the almost completely dark room, when a piece of the shadow on the wall next to broken window began to move behind his back. There was no noise to be heard from the ghost-like figure that kept creeping closer to the chair in front of it. Reno was finally shaken awake however, by a hand on his shoulder and a noise that sounded like the click of a gun being loaded. Startled he turned around to see two fingers in his face instead of a deadly weapon and relaxed.
- Hello, boss- the shadow said and walked around the chair and into the barely-there light of the monitor.
- Don't you ever knock, yo? – the redhead said, still rubbing his sleepy eyes until they focused the remnant in front of him.
- Oh, - Yazoo said, tilting his head,- and now where's the style in that?
- You're a fast learner… like that, yo. – Reno laughed a bit. – So you still pissed we confiscated your… arsenal?
- Try nostalgic… I love guns, but that doesn't mean I can't be deadly without them. – the young man's eyes gleamed their best dangerous gleam. The Turk vaguely noticed that even without the cat pupils, these eyes were pretty damn scary. – But then again you know all about that, right?
- Yup, and let me tell you that the stunt I pulled with your capture and all wasn't like anything I've ever done, yo. I mean come on- who's crazy enough to temporarily hire a remnant freak?
- Temporarily being the key word here… - Yazoo agreed – Otherwise, from what I've gathered, you are quite a freak too, aren't you?
- Guilty as charged, yo – Reno winked at the other man. – You know we Turks were pretty much recruited from your status. – to the raised eyebrow he received from the other one, he continued. – They got me with exactly what I got you with – lots of action, kicking ass, blowing things up, that kind of jazz. And given that I don't have any lost brothers and sisters all over Gaia, my interest was a large sum of money. – for a moment he could have sworn he saw the slightest glimpse of appreciation in Yazoo's eyes. – At least in the beginning that was all for me, yo…
- Hn, I knew you were a fan of chaos since the first moment I saw you, yo. – it was the remnant's turn to laugh. – I stick to what I said last night. You're a very interesting opponent. – there was a moment of silence and Yazoo realized that he had unconsciously bent over a little so that he was now too close to the Turk's face. And what was probably worse, was that he was complimenting this guy and small talking with him like he was his best friend or some other fuzzy and disgusting thing humans felt towards each other. Moving away suddenly, the remnant spared the other man a glance over his shoulder and said. – So what do you say, coach, am I ready for the big game?
- I'd say you were cooked up ready, yo!
The building in front of him made the young remnant think yet again that humans were extraordinarily stupid. If you're hiding from the most powerful corporation in Gaia, a huge mansion like this one was probably… oh what's that word, an irresponsible choice to say the least. "And they're having a party. Ain't that cute…". Well, at least the fence looked solid. Too bad it was only 6 meters tall. He was over it in a second, landing on the perfectly groomed lawn without making a sound. Locating an open window didn't prove more of an effort either. However, the shriek that came from the creature inside the room he landed in, was definitely not expected.
He instantly made for the being and placed his hand over it's mouth. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a … male… or something that used to be one…
- Mhm…mhhhh…MHHHH!!! – his victim struggled.
- Hey, hey, shut up, or you are dead. Nod if you understand. – there was a frantic series of nodding. – Good… For Mother's sake are you a he or a she? – more frantic nodding. – A he? – nod, slightly calmer. – Dude … And they tell me I look kind of girly… - wait… did that just sound like an idea?
Yazoo stepped a little back, but still holding his firm grip on the "guy" who was obviously some sort of whore and assessed his clothing. Those looked like some pretty low-cut jeans, a barely-there sleeveless shirt that covered almost nothing, except for a part of the guy's chest… And were those high-heeled boots? The remnant rolled his eyes. Yup, the clothes were hideous, apart from the jeans maybe, and they all had to be about his size. Damn his slender built. Well, no time for that, he had a job to do. Plus, he looked nothing, absolutely nothing, like the thing he was holding now.
- Hn, listen… you ever feel like you really don't want to do what you have to do? – he received a nod. – Good, then you know how I feel…
His fist connected with the male whore's temple and let the body slump to the floor.
The luxurious hall was all light and colour – huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, expensive red carpeting on the floor, pompous golden ornaments on the walls. Not to mention all the people – no doubt bodyguards and more whores of both genders, that were strolling up and down, before they stopped instantly in their tracks as they saw a figure descend the huge marble stairs.
It was a sight only fiction could make up. A tall creature, with long flowing silver hair, like some sort of fairy, an angel's face with pouty lips and enchanting green eyes, half-hidden by unbelievably long lashes. He was, for it appeared to be a he, even though the sight got most of the straight men in the hall confused about their orientation, wearing black high-heeled boots, that accentuated on his incredibly long legs, jeans that ended so low, a centimeter more and they wouldn't be necessary at all, and that pale belly and ribcage, naked until a barely-there sleeveless shirt covered just a piece of his chest.
By the time most people stopped gaping, he was down the last step and upon passing one of the couples, a female "colleague" beamed at him :
- You work that outfit, boy!
He merely looked at her over his shoulder and smiled. Even though the plan was working, however, he needed to find a more back-room spot. Of course, the boss wasn't out in the open like this. There were too many outsiders and not even a human drug-dealer could be stupid enough to reveal himself to everybody. His thoughts were interrupted as he was caught by the arm and spun around abruptly. His withering glare met a smug and rather unpleasant face, that appeared to belong to one of the bodyguards.
- Hi there, shining princess, the boss wants to see you. It appears you caught his eye too.
- Sorry, I don't bend that way. – was the curt reply.
- Like hell you don't you little fag. – the man grunted and dragged Yazoo over to a door at the end of the hall.
The bodyguard opened the door and pushed Yazoo not too gently inside a room that was almost as spacious as the hall they had just left. It looked like a study, but it had a huge conference-looking table inside and around it were gathered "the big players", as the remnant called them. Cool, lots of gangsters and their whores playing poker. Whatever disgust he was feeling towards the scene before him however, he was quick to hide behind a fake but nonetheless charming smile, as he saw his target.
- Oh, come in, come in, - Everton Gray, a large and repulsive looking man waved at Yazoo. - Come sit next to me, for good luck.
- I don't think so - was the cold reply from the remnant who was now standing next to the "businessman" still wearing his false smile.- Not unless you get a gender change and grow ten years younger...- Yazoo's eyes caught the shock that passed over the whole room, and decided he needed to get rid of them somehow. So he lifted his heeled leg and placed it on Everton's thigh whith a mischevious look on his face. - However, I am here to provide a service ... of sorts. And for that service, Mr. Gray, you will pay me 50.000 gil.
- Quite an enterprising young man, aren't you? And what might you have that I'd want for that much money?
- Hn... I don't know... How about the Turks that are looking to off your fat ass? I know where they are... - his voice dropped to a near-purr. It was now time for his infamous Allure to do the rest of the talking for him and he adjusted his body language by automatically tilting his head in the direction of the rest of the people in the room in a silent suggestion.
- Leave us - was the curt command from the businessman, whose eyes were glued to this strange creature that for some reason had this very strange effect on him.
For a few minutes there were only the rustling sounds of people standing up and hastily leaving the room. When the last one was out and the smug-looking bodyguard closed the door, before starting for the other end of the table where his boss and that whore stood. Yazoo had removed his foot from Gray's thigh and moved back a step :
- So how about we talk business now? - he saw the gangster nod at his gorilla, who in turn caught Yazoo's sides and spun him so that he was bent over the table.
- Sorry, sugar, standard procedure, I'm afraid - Gray said as the bodyguard searched the remnant for weapons a little more thoroughly than necessary in some places...
Yazoo was glaring daggers beneath his long locks as he felt the huge and extremely unpleasant hands of the guard grab for his thighs again. He thought it was over after a bit and tried to stand up, but was forced back over the table again, when the gorilla gave his ass a good slap, completely uncalled for. The young remnant barely willed his demons back inside the box, before he did something that would get him nowhere, like say kill the idiots where they stood. So instead he straightened up and faced the gangster again, his chin up in the air and said:
- Yeah, whatever. So now that Butch over there had his fill of my ass for the evening, can we get down to the point?
- Why of course! I am curious however, are you by any chance a relative of the late general's? - he received an inquisitive look from the young man and resumed. - General Sephiroth? You know- because of the trademark hair and everything...
- My fashion sense is none of your concern... - Yazoo simply stated, in his usual calm tone, however he was boiling with rage under that smooth surface. - However it is your concern how you pay me, or I just walk out of here.
- I seriously doubt that, little kitty - the bodyguard grunted, but was silenced by his boss's lifted hand.
- Well, you really are not one for small talk are you? Alright, I'll play along. So you claim to know the Turks' whereabouts? - upon receiving a curt nod from the young man, the gangster lifted his huge body from the chair to sit behind his mahogany desk. - Alright then, prove it to me. - he pulled out a laptop from one of the drawers and turned it towards the remnant. - Type in their address...
- Hn, I have something a little better. See they hired me to do some recon for them. - at the statement, the bodyguard quickly started for Yazoo. - Woah, Godzilla, chill. I decided to give them the shake, otherwise I wouldn't be saying this to you of all people, now would I? - he saw Gray shoot a warning glare at his employee, before he waved his hand in the remnant's direction, signaling for him to continue. - So can I use your phone?
At his raised eyebrow, the gangster gave him the wireless speaker of the phone on his desk, and fixed his eyes on the silver-head as he was dialing the number and then put on the loudspeaker so the other two could listen.
- ShinRa garbage disposal, may I help you? - a female voice chirped.
- Hi, Elena, right? - Yazoo started. - Listen, cleanup's almost over, so you think you can meet me someplace and arrange the payment?- for some strange reason Yazoo had actually hoped that Reno would pick up the phone. Now, hearing the young woman's voice made him feel uneasy and less safe, and that infuriated him to no end, so he decided to do what he did best- he ignored the feeling and carried on.
- Sure, garbage man, you know the old run-down building near the ruined statue in Midgar?
Yazoo allowed himself a devillish smirk. Oh, these guys were real good, trying to mess with him by sending him to the building Kadaj and President ShinRa jumped from a year ago, but they got the wrong man. Yazoo was an absolute expert in sniffing out mind games and flushing them out of his system as soon as they were registered. Still, it was a good try though.
- Yeah, I know the place. Meet me there in three hours. - he said, but he saw the gangster who was holding two fingers raised. - No, wait, I think I can manage in just two.
- Acknowledged, meet you there. - the young female Turk said and hung up.
Yazoo thought about making one of his trademark I-told-you-so faces, however, he was suddenly grabbed by the bodyguard, and heard Everton say:
- Interesting, very interesting, son. Bruno, take 25 thousand gil with you for this young man, and take him to the chamber in the back, next to the swimming pool. Make sure our guest is comfortable until it's time for the meeting. He'll get the rest of his share after the Turks are dead.
Well, things were going according to plan so far, apart from the trip to the back room, which was filled with "thrilling" stuff like the huge guy trying to feel Yazoo up again and so forth. But the young remnant blocked it out and concentrated. This was actually a very satisfying outcome. He was alone with an idiot who was already falling for him, even without Yazoo's Charm spells. Therefore he could be easily manipulated, and manipulative would have been Yazoo's middle name, if he ever chose to have one. So he wasted no time when the door of the room was closed behind them and he turned to the bodyguard finally releasing himself from the grip:
- So you work for Mr. Gray long? - he said in a deep purring voice.
- Yup, I am what they call the ... best. - the huge guy stuttered a bit when he saw Yazoo smile at him, all bathed in moonshine coming from the huge glass doors, outlooking the pool. - But enough about me, you look like an interesting guy.
- Hn, I get that a lot... - the remnant smiled and strode gracefully towards the glass doors.
- Well, it's true you know, you're very hot... I mean for a guy, but you ain't stupid - you know what you want and you're straight to the point, I get that, totally. So maybe, after all this is over...
- Well, I don't know ... I stick to what I said earlier- I don't bend that way. Even less, when the candidate is being forcefully retired. - Yazoo was just probing, testing for a weakness, but the reaction that came when he spoke was so perfect, the young remnant was surprised with himself.
- What the hell are you talking about? - the bodyguard stood dumbfounded on the opposite side of the large bed, confusion and a bit of anger taking over his face instead of that sly pervert smirk he was wearing a moment ago.
- Oh come now, even a large, perverted and stupid son of a bitch like you should have noticed that the boss ain't pleased with you anymore, Bruno. - good, the idiot took the anger-bait. Yazoo was tired of false smiles and wasting energy with Allure. Now for the salt in the wound. - Why do you think he hired me? What? You seriously thought that your boss is dumb enough to play by a strange whore's rules and believe an off story about some Turks' whereabouts? Come on ...
- Shut up! - the bodyguard growled and pulled his gun on the grinning face of the silver-head.
- See, that's exactly why Gray needed me to put you down. You don't think at all! Come on - shoot me. - the shot whistled dangerously through the now empty space of the remnant's previous standing spot. Yazoo moved so quickly, his outlines blurred. He was around the bed before the shattered glass fell completely to the floor and thanked whoever was listening that the room was so far away from the party. He quickly disarmed the guard and pushed him on the floor. - Oh, come on, tall, dark and gruesome, that can't be all you've got! You're not even trying!
He stood up from the fallen bodyguard and started for the pool, mockingly looking over his shoulder, offering a race. The brawny guy picked his gun up and started running behind the remnant and took another shot. This time it was real close, and Yazoo sped up a bit, he was almost there. When he heard the next shot, he knew it was time to roll over and play dead. So he stiffened suddenly and slumped into the pool, much to the bodyguard's surprise. Bruno stood a bit shocked, looking at the unmoving figure tht was floating in the pool. Then he slumped to the ground in a sitting position. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself and glancing again at the obviously dead body in the water, he picked his gun up again and said to no one in particular:
- That fucking bastard Gray... he tried to off me? ME! I'll show that son of a bitch some manners!
A few more minutes passed, after the former bodyguard disappeared into the house again, before Yazoo finally decided to drop the act and surfaced on the other end of the pool to hear some gunshots in the house. After a while, there was an explosion from where he estimated the study had to be. He smirked from behind his wet tresses and started towards the fence.
- Mission accomplished, boss - Yazoo's deep voice shook Reno out of his doze in front of the computer.
- Wha... Who... - the redhead was a bit startled, but then he saw the remnant and smiled a bit. - Oh, it's you, huh? So how'd you do, yo?
- Well, I made some bad guys fight against each other, and I scored some jeans and nearly made 25 thousand gil. - the remnant smiled in return. It was just then that the Turk realised how Yazoo was dressed.
- Woah... man, I never realized you were working the streets... - he received a warning look from the young man and decided to drop the subject. - Bad guys you say? Considering who this is coming from it shouldn't have been that much of a challenge, yo. I mean, it's not some wacky trio in black leather trying to end the world, right? That was bad, pure evil in fact...
He was cut off by a hand to his throat and looked up in shock to the ice-cold look of two huge blue-green cat eyes.
- Evil, huh? Let me tell you about evil, Turk. - Yazoo's look went distant a bit as he spoke. - Evil is tying up a nine year old boy to a chair in a room that's rapidly filling with water. And then putting his eleven-year old brother in the room with a direct view to this scene, placing a gun in his hands and telling him to shoot some pathetic bastard. And that pathetic bastard is also tied in a chair in the other end of the controll room and is begging for his life. And they tell the older boy that he either offs the poor bastard, or he watches his brother wake up and die a slow death of drowning. - the gleam in Yazoo's eyes intensified, but nothing changed in his expression, his voice was calm, even if underneath it could be sensed a great anger. - That, my dear enemy, is evil. So you do not get to tell me who's evil and who's not. These notions mean nothing to me. ShinRa made sure of that...
Suddenly, he let go of the bewildered redhead's throat to disappear into the night through the fallen window.