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A/N: OK, first and foremost, there is a line in this chapter that will coincide with a future chapter in Legacy of the Lifestream by: Gunitatsuhiko. MELLON has graciously offered cookies to anyone who can name the chapter, the character who says it, and the quote itself in both stories. Second, I would like to thank MELLON and KOIBITO for their insight. Without them, I fucking suck. Lol. I hope you all enjoy the chapter, but I know it's not much. Reviews help a lot, I want to know what you think... good or bad. The next chapter there will be some lemony goodness, though I'm not saying for who, just yet. Thanks again for your interest in my twisted tale, lol. I hope to post more soon. Also, I'm not sure if it'll work but copy and paste if you must, here is the link for LEGACY: .net/s/7634001/1/Legacy_of_the_Lifestream

With the baby sound asleep for the night, Keela slid into the tub and sighed. Filled to the brim with bubbles, the relaxing feeling of the bath made her shiver in delight. It was almost enough to wipe away the memories from earlier that day. Almost. In fact it probably would have been exactly enough if Reno hadn't walked in.

Clad in the TURK uniform, with her brother inches behind him, Reno strutted into the bathroom.

"Excuse me!" She said, in a near yell. "What are you doing, walking in on a ladies private bath?"

"I heard the voice of an angel, thought I should investigate." He said, with a grin.

"Oh, ha ha. Quote my favorite movie." She said, a bit annoyed.

"Hey, you started it. I just played along." He laughed.

"Yes, well, Ru doesn't need to be in here as well. I am naked, ya know." she added, as she attempted to pile up some of the bubbles in front of her.

"Yes, well, I have a confession that you might want to hear from us before Tseng calls you. So, hurry up if you can." He said, as he turned to follow Rude out the door.

Keela, still in the teasing mood added, "OK, but Reno, your mental retardation doesn't count towards handicap parking. You know that, right?"

At the quote, he turned and gave her a stern look. "Play nice."

She stuck out her tongue, but didn't say anything more as she hurried through her bath.

~!#$%^&*

Instead of getting fully dressed once she was done with her hurried bath, Keela just threw on a robe. It was Reno's, and she knew the short, black silk covering would drive him nuts. She ran a brush through her long hair and went to join the men in the kitchen.

"OK, you two. What's so urgent that you had to pull me away from 'Keela time'?" She asked, with a smile.

The two TURKS exchanged looks as they sat in silence. Both of them willing the other to step up to the plate.

"Oh, for fucks sake! Will one of you just tell me?" She said, getting irritated.

Reno finally threw his hands up in surrender. "Hey, partner, I told Tseng. It's only fair that you have to tell Kee."

Rude remained silent, and as much as Reno didn't want to be the one to confess their sins, he knew Tseng would be calling any minute.

"Ah, OK, um. B- Baby, you, ah. You remember that guy from earlier... well, Rude and I, well. Now just keep in mind that we don't feel guilty about it, but. Well, ah. He's down at headquarters right now. We, that is, Rude and I. We, decided to have our own justice, of a sort." His throat was getting drier by the minute, as he looked at his wife and waited for her reaction. He noted that Rude was doing the same.

Keela looked at the two powerful TURKS, seated at her kitchen table. They both wore similar looks on their faces. It was that, we- did- it- because- we- love- you- and- we- aren't- sorry- but- don't- be- mad, look. The idea that her husband and her brother, we more scared of her reaction than of any repercussions, made her smile inside. She decided to make them squirm a little longer, just for good measure.

"And what exactly do you mean by 'justice' Reno? Tell me what exactly you did." She knew what both were capable of. Hell, she used to be a TURK, before... well, she still remembered what it was like to be a TURK, and all it ensued. She also knew that Reno and Rude would never feel guilty about it, but they didn't like to brag either... She was sure Tseng had told them they had to tell her, either that or he would. It was probably the only reason either one them were saying anything.

Neither of them made eye contact with her, as Reno answered, "We tortured him."

The word 'torture' finally got a reaction out of her brother. "An' we ain't done either." He said, as he ground his fists together.

Keela knew some of the techniques both of the men used, so she didn't press further. "I see. Well, when Tseng calls, I shall tell him I was informed of the situation. Let me ask you this, as I am sure that Tseng told you to tell me, would you have told me without his order?"

The men were silent again.

"I see. Well, like I said, I will tell Tseng that you told me. It's getting late, I'm going to turn in. Goodnight, gentlemen." She said the last part in a cold, uncaring tone. She turned and walked back towards the bedroom, but stopped just outside the door. She kept her back towards them when she said, "You would both do well to remember who I am, and what I am capable of. There is a reason I used to be a TURK, and there is a reason I no longer am one. If either of you feel the need to hide something of this caliber from me again, I will be forced to remind you, firsthand."

As she walked through the door, the only sound in the deafening silence was that of two, very definite, cringes.

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Angeal tapped his foot impatiently, as he waited for Yume to finish her breakfast. "Come on, woman, can't you hurry up. I'd like to get on the road soon."

Yume was starting to get irritated with the annoyingly gorgeous man. He had been, for lack of a better word, whining, for the last ten minutes. She decided she'd put up with it long enough. She took the discarded piece of cheddar she had taken off her sandwich a minute ago and threw it at him. "Have some cheese, you whinny little bitch."

"Did... did you just call me a bitch?" Angeal said, a little stunned and a little angry.

Yume just smiled, "Yes, yes i did."

Trying to take it all in stride, he put in, "Well, it's possible, I am what I eat, i guess."

To which Yume responded, "You eat bitches? Wow, that's gotta suck... what's wrong Hewley, can't catch a real girl?"

Angeal began to get angry. He wasn't really thinking, when he blurted out, "Listen, you cock- juggling thundercunt..."

Yume cut him off before he finished. "Thunder... cunt? Wow, stop the presses, Angeal Hewley just swore... out loud! Well, Touche, my good man... however I cannot enter a battle of wits with you... its against my beliefs and honor system to fight someone who is unarmed."

Angeal grumbled something under his breath as he took a bit of toast, resigned to wait for the redhead to finish eating. Unfortunately, Yume wasn't done with him just yet.

"You know, Hewley, I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck someone in the ass and not even have the common courtesy to give him a goddamned reach-around." She smiled wide behind her sandwich, as Angeal choked on the bite of toast he still had been swallowing.

After he recovered some, he said, "Sorry, sweet cheeks, but i have more 'common courtesy' in my pinkie, than most have in their entire body."

Yume rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say." She paused for a moment and then looked at him, dead serious. "And dont ever call me that again."

Angeal gave her a quizzical look, "And why not?"

"Because it's demeaning towards women, Angeal. And that is something I do not tolerate." She said, coolly.

Without thinking Angeal added, "Oh, you're one of those girls."

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" She asked, defensively.

Angeal regained some propriety before he answered her. "Nothing, I just meant that you were the type of women that believed in 'girl power' and all that." Not a very good save, but it would have to do.

"Listen, pal, there isn't a woman alive that could grow up with Reno and Zack and not know how to defend themselves. Have you met my brothers?" She said, in a huff.

Angeal smiled as a thought occurred to him. "I smell a challenge, milady. Care to prove your 'power', or are you scared?" Angeal knew he was inevitably playing with fire, but if it hurried her along, he didn't care.

In a stare that could defrost Jenova herself, Yume rose from her seat and spoke the two words that would change everything. "You're on."

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Yume followed Angeal out to the field behind the diner, where they intended to have their little skirmish. Out of nowhere, she piped up. "Hand to hand, Angeal. No weapons, so keep that thing you call a sword, where it belongs."

Angeal had his back to her at the moment so, thankfully, she couldn't see that he looked down when she had spoken. Right, you heard her, stay where you belong. The more time he spent with her, the harder it was becoming to cage his bodies reactions towards her.

While his sword decided to stay where it belonged, for the moment anyway, his other appendages weren't so merciful. His wing had decided to make its presence known as he silently nodded his agreement to her.

Yume had been following behind him, but she stopped short when his wing appeared. "That's fucking hot." She slapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Angeal had heard her and had stopped walking as well. He slowly turned his head to look at her and raised one eyebrow before smiling. Her hand slowly moved off of her mouth and rested just above her breasts as she cleared her throat. "Right, so, let's do this. We've gotta leave soon anyway, right?"

Angeal didn't say anything, just kept his smug look and nodded. This could prove to be interesting. She seems to be as flustered as I am.