Here be some mild hints of yaoi. Beware of horny Turk.

Nana's angel

Nearly a week after the Gray mission was completed single-handedly by Yazoo, Reno could be found in the living room, staring at the now repaired and open window. The redhead was cradling a glass of whisky in his hand, but the ice cubes had melted some hours ago, and he wasn't minding the drink at all. He was still pondering the sudden outburst of the young remnant, regarding good and evil. He was already past the stage of cursing himself for saying no matter what just to not keep his yap shut or to not fall asleep. He was past hitting the walls and drinking and smoking and getting crazy ideas about going into the lion's den and apologizing to the young man. He was now just staring off to nothingness, and to the neutral onlooker, he looked a lot like a certain someone with long silver hair with that expressionless face he wore at the moment. He did in fact have the off feeling that he had a lot in common with the remnant, even if he didn't want to consciously admit it. Reno started tapping with his finger onto the glass table. After several taps, however, a similar thud was heard. The Turk stopped and heard it again. It was coming from the window.

He lifted his gaze, and was met by a most peculiar sight. There stood the guy that had occupied his thoughts for some time now, fist in the air, knocking at the open window. When the man realized he'd been noticed, he smiled weekly and said:

- See, I'm knocking this time.

- Well then, enter, yo – was the automatic reply as Reno was still wondering if he should believe his eyes and if he did, should he laugh at the pun or say something more… serious.

The remnant kept his smile, however he more slumped down from the window sill than gracefully step down from it like he usually did. It was then that the Turk realized just how tired and … pained Yazoo looked. His thin eyebrows were knitted together as if he was having a very bad headache, his shoulders were a bit slumped, he had dark circles under his catlike eyes, his hair wasn't disguised or chamelionized or whatever he did with it to keep it black… He was wobbling on his legs despite the comfortable looking boots he was wearing and was obviously feeling very dizzy, judging from the more than normal distant look in his eyes. He attempted another smile, as though it was a great effort to him :

- So say, boss, you got a place to bunk down for a bit? – and then like that one statement had just drained the last of his energy, the remnant's knees gave in under his weight and he began to fall to the floor.

Reno jumped up instantly and went to encircle the lithe waist of the other guy to hold him up. He then guided him to the sofa he was previously sitting in and led him into a half lying position onto it.

- Hey, what's wrong, yo?

- ShinRa's … finest technology… - was the heaved reply. Reno thought a bit back to when Rude had told him that, just before they set the bombs in front of this same man's motorcycle. – went horribly… wrong with me…

- Huh?

- Yup, I am the perfect assassin, so perfect, so carefully designed; even my illness is ingeniously perfect. – Yazoo tried to laugh a bit but then stopped suddenly and clamped his mouth shut, as an incredibly strong tremor shook his entire body and some sort of dark mist began to form around the lines of his face and frame. He caught Reno's bewildered expression after a particularly painful spasm made him wince. – D-don't worry, h-happ-ens all… all the tt-time… It… w-will p-passsss….

- What's happening to you, yo? What the fuck is this?

- Like I said, - Yazoo said after waiting a bit for the first series of tremors to stop. – This happens, and it goes. My alien genes are attacking my human genes, turning on them like an intrusive body.

- Like Geostigma?

- Something like that, just reversed. The process is called "rearranging". Basically, my human genes are more abundant, in order to make me … manageable by human standards. However, the alien side of me is stronger, so I have to even the scales and it stops.

- Even the scales?

- Alright, say like this – the human brain produces some natural stimulants, right? Dopamine, serotonin, adrenaline and so forth. – he saw the redhead blink a few times, and then nodded for Yazoo to continue. – Well, in these periods, my brain stops doing that, and that's when Mother's cells begin to rage inside of me. So say, you got any chocolate?

- Chocolate?

- Yes, chocolate, caffeine, sugars of any sort, they are basic elements for the stimulants to keep running through my blood. Basically, I'm giving my human system a kick in the ass to wake it up, so that my genes can balance again. – Yazoo felt really stupid right now for barging in with his problems to the Turk, but truth was it was very bad this time, and he didn't have time to get to Ajit, and staying home was out of the question. Chad didn't know of his true nature, and the remnant preferred it that way. He hated to admit it to himself, but he really had no place else to go right now, but here.

Reno hung his head low, deep in thought. No, he didn't have anything sweet around the house. Rude didn't like sweets, and seeing as he was the only one that actually thought about stopping by the store for provisions once in a while, Reno and Elena were kinda stuck with that. Plus, thinking while being so close to the remnant and basically feeling and inhaling the Allure he was created with, was proving to be a big challenge. He was constantly fighting the weird urge to push the remnant down on the sofa and kiss the breath out of him. "Hold the phone, yo!", the Turk's eyes lit up as an idea hit him. He said serotonin, dopamine and adrenaline. Well, Reno was no doctor, but even he knew what else besides chocolate could cause some of these stimulants to flow freely through one's system. One kick to the human system coming right up…

Yazoo had just opened his mouth to ask about the strange little smile that formed on the Turk's lips, when all of a sudden, he was silenced by that very same smirk, covering his own lips, and a tongue quickly prodded in between them. Before he knew it, he was pushed to lie down completely on the sofa, with Reno on top of him, one of his hands creeping beneath the hem of his black shirt and began to feel up the remnant's perfect white skin. The shudder that shook Yazoo's being was so intense, Reno cracked an eye open just to make sure it wasn't another seizure. No black mist was present, therefore- Eureka! – it worked!

Reno would have stopped to congratulate himself, or to spare at least a few words of explanation to the now struggling young man beneath him, however his whole mind went completely blank, safe for the feeling Yazoo's taste gave him. It was the sweetest thing, addictive and intoxicating, and the slimmer male's squirming and fighting did nothing but further intensify the Turk's desire for him. He needed to taste something else, so he moved down from his lips…

- Hey, what's the big ide… ah! – Yazoo's angered tone was reduced to a loud moan, when Reno sucked on his neck. He felt his cheeks heat up, and his resolve was weakening. Not good…

- You said you lack stimulants, - Reno panted and looked him in the eye. – So there you go- stimulation, yo.

He dipped his head down again, and now directed his attention to the buttons on Yazoo's shirt and the second they were out of their hooks, he latched on to the slightly flushed skin of the remnant's chest, spending some time to play a bit with his rosy buds and enjoy another moan from the young man, before continuing down…

- Hey, Reno you here? – came from the doorway.

Simultaneously a red and a silver head shot up in the direction of the voice and half a second later the two guys shared a shocked look, and in the next moment they were off the sofa, Yazoo buttoned up his shirt at the speed of light and stood stiffly next to Reno, who was also looking like a human statue or a soldier in line for morning inspection.

- Woah, no need to stand up, boys, it's just me – Elena walked into the living room, wearing a happy smile, even if it did turn a bit sour when she noticed Yazoo. – So you patch things up, you bickering couple?

In spite of the intensive training the both of them had behind them where poker faces were concerned, they looked at each other in shock. "Couple"? Reno was, thankfully the first to snap out of it, summoning his best "I'm not bullshitting you, I promise" look and said:

- Yeah, we talked it over. – over, and under, and on top… "Shit, Reno concentrate!" – So you still not comfortable with him around, yo?

- He doesn't bother me one bit, - the redheaded Turk struck the hurt professional pride cord in Elena, successfully changing the subject. She turned to the silver-head who had once again resigned himself to being a static object in the room. – And you, be sure not to cause any trouble, because I am not the little girl I was back than, understand?

- Yes, Ma'am – the second it slipped out of his lips, Yazoo widened his eyes a bit and snapped out of it. – I mean, yeah, whatever.

- You might not believe it, - Elena laughed a bit at the strange reaction she got from the remnant, - but I actually have something for you.

She turned her back, not noticing the way the silver-haired man tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at Reno, nor the way her colleague shrugged, she just started for the computer console, still smiling and knowing that they'd follow. The blonde Turk received the chip from Rude, and was actually a bit anxious herself to see what was on it.

The other two arrived behind her just as she started running whatever was on the chip. All three of them gasped at the file on the screen. It was a pathology report. And there was a picture of what looked like a part of a woman's head, the shot showing long flowing white hair, her skin had the slightest tinge of blue, and behind her ear, there was a tattoo : "J1 253". The report stated, that the female died from severe blood loss, but still her neck was broken, post-mortem and her eyes where pulled out.

- Nana … - was all Yazoo could manage at this point.

- Yo… That's one of your sisters?

- Hn, that's her designation number… - the remnant's eyes drifted off again like he was seeing something the others couldn't. Then he said in a calm voice. – That is not her.

- Listen, Yazoo, right? – Elena turned to him. – I'm sorry for your loss, but facts are facts.

- Not for us they aren't. – the silver-head insisted. – We disintegrate when we die. That way we don't leave corpses behind for the enemy to study. Furthermore, look at the report again. They found dye in her hair and on her skin. Well, our bodies don't hold dye.

- Well then… what… - Reno was scratching his head in a desperate attempt to understand the situation.

- Did you say her eyes were pulled out? – Yazoo ignored the redhead, turning to the blonde Turk.

- Yeah, but, how can you be so…

- I have to go. – he stated flatly and turned for the hallway, deciding to try that elevator this time.

- Hey, hey, - Reno started after him and turned him around by the shoulder. – Are you gonna be alright, yo?

All he received was the remnant's typical snort, before the young man disappeared through the door.

"The barracks' dormitory was completely dark, safe for some stranded moon rays that sipped through the barred windows. However, the beds were empty, because the 12 children that should have been occupying them were sitting in a circle on the floor, around a girl that appeared to be the oldest, and despite her muscular built looked very beautiful with long white hair, bluish skin and big red eyes.

- Nana, tell us that story again! – a boy that looked no more than 7 years old with a silver fringe in his eyes said.

- It is no story, Kadaj, - the girl said in a low voice, full of suspense. – It is the truth. If you are a bad soldier for Mother, you go to the Bad place where the monsters from the lower levels will pull your eyes out and eat them, and then they will break your neck and eat you all up! – her audience got a bit agitated, so she continued, this time in a more reassuring tone. – However, if you are a good soldier, She will accept you to the Good place, and there you can become a Spirit, like Her and there will be no early-morning training, no yelling, no fighting, just peace…That's why we have to be brave, and show no mercy towards our enemies, we should kill them, but keep their eyes, so that we can fool the monsters when we walk past them to the Good place."

That's the story she used to tell us when we were kids. It was the closest thing we had to a bedtime story, and even if it was rather gory, it was all we knew back then. We all believed it, however, in our own way. But Nana and Loz were the most taken by it. Nana…what have you done, big sister?

Yazoo shook his head a bit, trying to chase the memories away, and revved up his motorcycle, while concentrating with his Sense for traces of his sister around. He was just nearing the ruins of the building that collapsed from the materia explosion he and Loz caused a year ago, when he felt it. His sister hadn't concealed her Spirit from him, however she wasn't responding to him either. This caused him to park his bike a little too hastily for his style, and he ran as fast as he could to the origin of the signal. He stopped running after a while and looked around to study his surroundings. He wasn't thinking about it before, but now he realized exactly where she was leading him. It was his very own thinking place, up on the old building next to the collapsed one. Obviously, Nana had been tracing him as well. For some reason, that did not make him feel at all what he expected. Instead of being happy that he might find one of his lost siblings, he was overwhelmed by a sense of dread that crept up his spine. He had no time to study it however, so he just entered the building and ran up the stairs in his super-speed to the roof. When he burst from the door, he was welcomed by a knife, flying in his direction. He barely dodged it and jumped to the side, focusing his eyes on the red-eyed figure before him.

- Yazoo... - the figure said in a cold voice, that did not at all suit the young remnant's memory of his sister. - I see you are still a good soldier, little brother...

- What have you done, Nana? - was all Yazoo could manage through his dry throat as he saw the rather long necklace of eyeballs his sister was wearing around her neck.

- Oh, this - she tilted her head and gathered some of the severed eyes in her hand to hold them before her eyes. - These are my tickets to the Good place. They're for the monsters.

- There are no monsters! Nibelheim blew up, remember? Besides, - he continued, pointing at her "necklace". - Who do you think the monster is now? These people... Oh, Mother how many people have you killed? They weren't your enemies!

- They are all our enemies! - Nana raised her voice with a venomous look in her eyes. - And we must kill them in Mother's name, be good soldiers for her, so She can give us the Good place!

- Been there, done that - Yazoo spat, narrowing his eyes. He was feeling very sick right now. His sister was obviously insane. - Mother is dead, her Spirit is lost, she was dying even when we were kids!

- Is that so? Look inside yourself, little brother and listen... doesn't your soul burn, don't your arms tingle to feel a gun there? You are a predator Yazoo, you inherited Mother's legacy, therefore Mother can never be dead. She lives with each life I harvest for her. Come with me, Yazoo, we can build our shining future on top of the rotting corpse of this one!

That was the last straw. Hearing those words again, he thought for a second he wasn't seeing his sister, but instead a tall man with knee-length silver hair and a six foot katana. The rage that flared inside of him was so intense, he leapt forward with a feral grow, going for the illusion's neck. However, in the next moment the man disappeared and he saw his sister that had successfully dodged him, smile at him from some meters away.

- That's it, Yazoo! That is what I am talking about! That rage is good, hold on to it, come on, try to hit me again, show me how strong you have become!

Yazoo's eyes widened a bit in shock as he realized that he had fallen for it, he had done exactly what Nana wanted him to. He felt his anger rise again - nobody could make him do anything! He felt used, like he had that night when he woke up in the lake in Ajit. No, not again. Never again... He sighed and looked at his sister with a chilling look in his eyes.

- Go away... Get out of my sight, you are not my sister... Come on- get, or Mother help me, I will destroy you if you cross me again! - Nana's eyes darkened again, but she turned for the door that was pathetically hanging on one of its hinges. - Oh, and one more thing - Yazoo called after her back. - This city is my safe house, I have the perfect cover set, and if you endanger it in any way by killing again, you will see exactly how strong I have become...

Reno had his head in his hands before the computer, still trying to figure out everything that had happened in the last couple of hours. The easiest thing was figuring out the pathology report and Yazoo's reaction to it- obviously, his sister was running wild, killing people, for some reason the Turk really didn't want to know. The thing he had yet to grasp, were the things that happened before Elena entered. He easily wrote off the make-out session as one of his perverted attempts to mess with the remnant while helping him out a bit. However, that was exactly the point. The young silver-head had come to Reno of all people for help. Or had he? For some reason the redhead really liked the idea of being able to support and help the remnant. And that was confusing the living hell out of him. Was this some trick of the famous Allure quality the young man had? The Turk's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a beep from the computer. He turned his head to the screen and his jaw dropped when he saw the open communication window and an all too familiar face with a wild hair and beard and a labcoat, with a very funny orange shirt underneath.

- Good evening, Turk. - the man said and smiled behind his beard.

- Hollander... but how? You are ... dead... - Reno stuttered.

- Oh, come now, Turk, even with your low level of intelligence, surely you've noticed that it was no more but a cheap copy of me, after all you know that evasion is what I am very famous for. But enough about me, I understand you have met one of my lab kittens? Maybe more even, considering some recent events...

- What do you want, Hollander? - Reno said, for some reason the way this guy called Yazoo a "lab kitten" really pissed him off.

- What any parent wants, Turk, I want my beautiful children back. So that I can reward those who were good, and punish those who are misbehaving. Like J1 253 for instance... Or Nana, as 351 surely calls her.

- His name is Yazoo, you fucking prick! - Reno spat at the smiling image of the professor, who just grinned even wider.

- Ohohoho, what have we here? It seems S2 351 has lived up to his design completely. You are so tied up over him, I am positively proud. - there was another beep from the computer and Hollander said. - However, a world and a picture of warning, Turk. Look at the photo, and remember- you may have had some good moments with 351, but he is and forever will remain a killing machine, a predator. Do not fool yourself and step away from him, because otherwise it will be too late and you will see him transform from a lap kitty into a ferocious tiger. You have been warned.

The connection broke and Reno gasped at the open image on the desktop. It was a photo, showing a dead man on the forest floor, and a bunch of silver-haired children, still around the corpse. The redheads eyes fell on one tall and very slender boy in the middle of the picture, whose hair was just below his shoulders. His gentle features were soiled with dirt and drying blood, his eyes held that mystic and frightening glimmer. It was Yazoo. Standing next to a corpse who he most probably helped in killing. He was smiling...