Reno:

"Ah, finally!" Reno cheered as he unlocked the door of his and Rude's apartment and stepped inside, his boyfriend following him close by.

Reno practically ran into their bathroom, stripped his uniform in a hurry, threw it on the floor and jumped into the bathtub. The pissy boss-man had refused them to remove their uniforms on the ship, stating some crap about that they always should be in uniform, and he had brought no spares for them to change into. So he and Rude had been forced to wear their now absolutely disgusting, stinking uniforms for another 12 hours. Ugh. Reno began filling up the tub with warm, soothing water.

"Mind if I join you there, partner?" Rude said from the door-opening, chuckling lowly.

"Whatever, yo." Reno said and sighed with bliss as he leaned back. "Wait." he said as Rude began stripping as well, and the larger man paused and gazed on him questioningly. "Get a few beers and cigarettes and you can join." Reno said, and Rude gave another deep chuckle before doing so.

Soon, they were both situated in the now filled bathtub together. Their apartment may be small (which didn't matter much as they didn't spend much time there anyhow) but they had invested in a huge bathtub, large enough for four people to sit comfortably in. That, and a big bed - but that was another story.

The water splashed as Rude's big, sturdy body settled down. The dark-skinned man smirked at the noodle-limp Reno before handing over a beer, which Reno eagerly opened and took a big swing from.

"Ah, this is the shit! Warm water, cold beer, naked Rude..." Reno sighed with bliss once more. "I was thinking about trying to haggle a trip to Costa del Sol from Tseng. Sounds good, yo?"

"Sounds great." Rude replied, shortly and without wasting words, as usually. Then he put a cigarette in his mouth, lightened it up and then passed it on to Reno.

"Thanks, dude." Reno mumbled as he greedily sucked on his beloved cancer-stick. Thankfully, that grumpy Highwind guy had spared a few cigarettes for him, but there was just something special about smoking your own brand. "And you're damn sexy when you do that shit, you know?" he said to Rude. "Putting it in your own mouth first, and all. Getting me all hard, yo."

Rude just grunted in reply before opening his own beer and leaning back. "Not in the mood, big guy?" Reno teased him.

"We'll bath now, drink a few more beers... then I'll screw you into the mattress until you scream my name loud enough for the entire tower to hear." Reno couldn't help the shiver that went through his whole body at Rude's darkly spoken word. There was something about that pure power and dominance in Rude that just turned him on so much. He felt his cock twitch as Rude gave him a small little glare to accompany the harshly spoken words.

"Gee, you won't hear me complain, stud." Reno said and mockingly fanned himself, refusing to show the man just how much he was affected by the words and the look. "So, I can't say I listened very closely to what boss-man said earlier... When is that board meeting supposed to be?"

"Tomorrow morning at 10am." Rude provided before reaching over and snatching the cigarette that was lazily dangling in the corner of Reno's mouth and inhaling deeply.

"Well, now I know you're stressed." Reno noted. "You almost never smoke."

The only answer he got was another grunt, but that didn't matter much to Reno. He knew that was how Rude mostly replied when he didn't find the need for talk, and Reno was cool with that. People always told him he talked too much, and having someone listen without inserting their own meaningless blabber was such a relief for him. He still remembered his teacher at school, and her throwing around terms such as ADHD and similar things after he burned her coat... for the third time. Then he burned down the school, and then his education ended. He had joined the Turks at the age of 15, and had found personal salvation. He just was a Turk, in mind and soul. And then he met Rude, only two years his senior. That was ten years ago.

He had always worked under the same man, President Shinra. The man he had guarded for countless hours, been ready to give his very life for... but not anymore. Some sort of shift in power had happened a few years ago. The Turks were really like a pack of wolfs. They followed their Alpha - which was Tseng. And Tseng had been utterly enthralled by a small, sad little blonde child. Rufus Shinra. Tseng had then proceeded take the boy under his wings and had nurtured him lovingly like he was a helpless little wolf-cub, but destined to be their leader. And the other Turks bowed, and followed his lead. The scared little weeping child, who had then been only nine, were now a 19 year old man with great confidence, and was very much ready to wear the crown. And they would all make sure he would.

Being a Turk was hard - everyone knew this. It was a big chance you would live past your youth. But the way old man Shinra treated them, you'd think they wasn't worth dust. They may be reckless bastards, but they did have a will to live. That old fucker would die - and Rufus would reign.

Rude handed over another beer, and Reno accepted it. He hadn't even noticed that he had already drained the old one. But for once, he vowed to himself that he wouldn't get drunk. Not today, not when tomorrow was such an important day. Hopefully, he wouldn't even have to do anything, but if something went wrong... he had to be ready. Ready to in first hand save Rufus' life, and then his partner's and Tseng's lives.

Reno grinned, like he didn't have a worry in the world, and leaned closer to his partner. "So..." he drawled. "How about that fuck, yo?"

Tseng:

It was time. Time to end this. For ten years he had nurtured and taken care of the boy - first as a sort of substitute-father and then as his lover. He had schooled him in the art of stealth and gun-fighting, protected him from his father's wrath and shown him how to love someone. How to be a child, and then how to be a man. And now he would get to see his young charge do what he was destined to do, become what he destined to be. The ruler of them all.

The meeting was to begin at 10am. It was now 8am. Tseng quietly slipped inside his and Rufus' bedroom. He himself was already dressed in his uniform like usually, minus the jacket. He had been up for three hours, and had already eaten, trained and showered. Everything had to seem like it was a normal day. He pulled up the blinds and sat down gently beside the still sleeping blonde.

"Rufus, wake up." he whispered, because he knew his lover detested loud noises in the morning. "Breakfast is ready."

Usually, it was much harder than that to wake the boy, but he seemed to have been affected by the coming events, and got up without a fuss. So while Rufus showered and dressed, Tseng made sure breakfast was perfect and the newspaper was laid up properly on the kitchen table. Then Rufus arrived, ate and read the newspaper in tense silence.

"Sir." Tseng, who had also been seated at the table drinking tea, said. He always called the young Vice-President "sir" when business was involved. "We need to discuss the plan for later today."

Rufus swallowed his tea and then indicated his head at Tseng to continue. He did. "As I mentioned earlier I, Reno and Rude will be guarding the meeting. You will stay here when I leave, and Cissnei will arrive to accompany you to the meeting. When she gives you the signal, you will enter the room with your shotgun ready. Then... it will end."

"Finally." Rufus whispered, before shaking his head as if to clear it. "I will go get the shotgun ready." he said and left the table without waiting for any reply. Tseng knew he was nervous, but he was proud to see his lover managing to keep his indifferent facade. Just as he had taught him, he thought to himself. Tseng methodically proceeded to clean the kitchen, before going over his own weapons, while keeping a close eye on his cell phone.

By 9:45, he carefully opened the bedroom-door. On their bed sat Rufus, his ready shotgun in his lap. He was staring at nothing in particular, but Tseng could tell it was in concentration, not fear. "I will be leaving now." Tseng said gently. "Rufus... I love you."

Rufus just nodded absentmindedly in reply, and Tseng left their apartment. Any other man would probably have been hurt by the lack of reply, but Tseng knew his lover's problem with any matter concerning the heart. He knew Rufus loved him, too. He didn't need any petty words to know.

The time was precisely 09:56 when he entered the roomy office where their meeting would take place. Angeal was there, looking relaxed and sipping a cup of tea. Tseng had to admit he had good acting skills for a SOLDIER. Reeve too was there, as well as Scarlet who was blabbering in her cell phone and Hollander who was scribbling something on a piece of paper. A normal day, so far. That was good for them; unexpected happenings could really throw off your calculations and lead to unexpected, and not necessary good, results.

09:58, Sephiroth and Genesis arrived together, taking the seats next to their mutual friend and greeted him casually. Hojo arrived shortly thereafter, looking creepy as usually. He, of course, spared a disdainful glare to Genesis and then Hollander before taking his own seat and proceeding to ignore them all.

10:00, Heidegger arrived, sweaty and panting. The disgusting waste-of-space looked self-satisfied that he had managed to get here before the President. As usually, he cast appreciating looks at Genesis, who he without a doubt found very attractive. Genesis ignored his leering as usually, as did Sephiroth, who seemed quite confident he wouldn't lose his beloved redhead to someone like Heidegger. With a grunt, Heidegger sat next to Scarlet, who finally quit her nagging and turned off her phone.

10:02, the President arrived, followed by Reno and Rude who were his bodyguards for the day. Being just a tad late was him showing his power, Tseng knew. To let those below you wait for your arrival without a complaint.

Then, the meeting began. First, the three SOLDIERS were questioned briefly. Hollander and Genesis were questioned about his state of health, which had Genesis looking slightly pissy. Well, at least that was a clear sign he felt better.

When the President began to drone on about more mundane things, Sephiroth seemed to decide waiting any longer was just a waste of their time. Suddenly, the tall warrior stood and with a flick of his wrist, he summoned his mighty weapon - the Masamune. No one had any time to react before the long katana pierced Hojo's heart.

Hojo spluttered in vain as Sephiroth easily lifted his weight with the sword. A little blood dribbled down his chin, and he stared with wide eyes down on his creation, who stared with cold, narrowed eyes right back at him. "Farewell, father." Sephiroth hissed as Hojo's eyes got a blank look in them, and then he discarded his father like he was trash with a small flick of his wrist, throwing the man across the room, where he hit a wall and fell down with a thump. Hojo's blood trailed down the earlier purely white wall. Hollander smiled widely.

The occupants in the room not earlier aware of the ambush was frozen in fear and shock, but Sephiroth's job here was done, and he sat down almost primly on his chair once more. The President recovered the fastest. "What the fuck was-" he began to roar, but was interrupted before he could finish by Tseng himself.

Tseng stood, pulled his two hidden guns up with ease, and with one in each hand, shot Heidegger and Scarlet with a bullet each to the head.

The President went completely mental with rage, and roared frantically at his two bodyguards, his loyal Turks Reno and Rude. "Shoot them, shot them your worthless fuckers!" Neither of the two men moved a muscle to act.

"Now." Tseng whispered into his ear-piece, alerting Cissnei.

The double doors was thrown open, and in stepped Rufus, completely clad in white as usually, like some sort of angel of death and revenge. Expect angels probably didn't carry shotguns. Rufus raised the weapon, and pointed it at his father's head. No one made any move to help the now terrified President.

"Rufus..." the man breathed out. "My son... I-"

And Rufus took the shot. The now late President's brains splattered all over the now not longer immaculate white walls, painting them a grotesque red and grey color. Deftly, and without a word, Reno and Rude each took one of the former President's arms and hauled him off his chair, dumping him on the floor without any ceremony.

Rufus walked over and took his chair, folding his hands neatly on the table in front of him. He firstly turned to Reeve, who sat paralyzed in fear in his chair.

"Is it... my turn now?" he asked with a weak voice.

"Reeve... Of course not." Rufus said with a sigh. "I would never harm you. But as you surely understand, there have been a shift in power. I'm giving you a choice, Reeve. Either you can stay, become my Vice-President and get to make those changes you wished, or you can leave. Right now, no strings attached. Or you can take a few days to think about it."

"I'd... like some time then." Reeve said weakly, and he was quite pale-faced and looked like he would throw up any second.

Rufus nodded sharply. "Rude." he barked. "Help Reeve get back to his apartment properly."

Rude nodded and helped ease the weak-legged Reeve off his chair, and then carefully led him out of the room.

"Everyone..." Rufus began. "Good job. This went better than I expected. Now, we need to make sure the change is properly handled. I will deal with the media. Tseng, you will inform the Turks. General, I expect you and your Commanders to deal with the army. Hollander, you will inform the Science Department. I will dispatch a few Turks to accompany you to make sure it all runs smoothly. However..." he said and glared at Hollander. "I expect all of Hojo's experiments to be eradicated by the end of the week. No exceptions."

Hollander nodded haughtily. "As if I would want to even look at his crazed experiments anyhow... No offence." he added reluctantly at Sephiroth.

"None taken." Sephiroth snorted. "I agree with you on any negative point about Hojo."

Hollander nodded, with some new-found respect in his eyes left the room. Rufus too excused himself and left with his Turks prowling close by. Now, the age of Shinra was over, and the age of New Shinra could begin.