So, here´s the second chapter. Let´s see if I can live up to the expectations :) It´s really not that easy to write the two, and I spent two hours rewriting the chapter, but in the end I didn´t change that much *sigh*
Anyway, I hope you like it!
2
When he came down to the shop the next morning with bleary, red eyes and a distinctly not so good mood Yazoo was already waiting outside. Much to his luck, Cid thought, because the consequences of him not being there would have become rather ugly.
Not that Cid was a particularly violent person, but he didn´t like people trying to shit him and could become very unpleasant. Even more so when he had shown some lenience, which really wasn´t to be taken for granted these days.
Living in an area like his, where most young people had no job, let alone a school-leaving-qualification or an apprenticeship and no one cared about it either, it was no wonder that most of them ganged up and went down the path of criminals.
Apparently Yazoo had been on the best way to join their rows and normally Cid could have cared less if he did, if only the boy hadn´t chosen HIS shop for his first (failed) criminal attempt. And if the police would had been of any help at all he´d happily handed Yazoo over and be done with it.
The problem was that the first conviction inevitably dragged the kids into a downward spiral to much more serious crimes. The authorities were not interested in helping them or try to at least attempt to resocialise them. They had their hands full with trying to remain in controle, and every offender to the delicate balance of successfully pretending to keep the crime at bay and admitting anarchy was just locked up. And once they had a criminal record no one would employ them, thus leaving a criminal career as the only option to survive.
But actually Cid didn´t care, not really. He just needed a helping hand anyway and Yazoo was as good as anyone. And he was cheap.
Rubbing over his tired face, Cid unlockd the front door and narrowed his eyes against the bright sunlight. His eyes briefly wandered over the dirty streets, the butchered cars rotting away on the curbways and the rundown, graffity sprayed houses that flanked his street like rotten teeth a foul mouth.
Grunting something incoherent at Yazoo who was leaning at the brick wall with his arms folded and waiting, he went back into his cool, dark shop without sparing the youth so much as a glance. It was just too goddamn early for this…
Shuffling back to the counter, he ignored the boy´s far too enthusiastic "Good morning" and fumbled with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket while rubbing a hand over his scrubby chin. After he´d lit one and felt the comforting biting of the smoke in his lungs, the mechanic deigned to grace his new assistance with a grumpy side glance and almost choked on his smoke.
Instead of the black clothes that had covered him the previous night, Yazoo was wearing remarkably… less fabric. His long legs were barely covered by the bleached jeans he´d cut off just above his round buttocks. A small belly button, nestled in a flat stomache flashed every so often when he moved and his tight white shirt shifted.
His slender hands held behind his back he expectantly smiled at Cid, looking all eager and motivated.
And quite hot.
"What da hell…" Cid growled, irritated. Yazoo inclined his head in question, not knowing why his new employer looked so unhappy and grumpy, but the man did not offer any explanations.
"So,what do you want me to do? Shall I work on the counter?" Yazoo finally asked politely as no instructions from the tired man came, and the mechanic instead continued to muster him with a sour look.
"Yeah, like hell I´d let ya near da cash ya tried ta steal yest six hours ago," Cid retorted, scratching his chin out of habit, cig dangling from his mouth. After a brief look through the shop, he bent down and vanished behind the counter. Some rustling noises and muffled curses filled the dusty room before the blond emerged a minute later, thrusting a broom into Yazoo´s arms and ordering "How ´bout ya start cleaning da mess ya created."
Nodding his agreement and beaming his unfaltering smile at the man, the teen went off to the front door to clean away the glass shards that were still littering the blotchy floor.
Blue eyes involuntarily followed the slim figure as he kneeled down to start his work, his little ass waggling when he moved.
Cid threw out an exasperated breath of smoke and forced his attention back on the cash box to check the lock.
After a few minutes Yazoo appeared back at the counter, announcing friendly that he was done. Cid only shot him a sceptic look and went back to the door, the boy following in tow. After he had inspected the damage -which apparently wasn´t that bad, because the glass had been broken only partially so that Yazoo had been able to reach the handle of the door- Cid decided that it would suffice for now to tape it up. It wasn´t like anyone dared to invade his territory anyways. Well, maybe apart from some silver haired brats…
Said young man was still standing beside the shop owner, smiling and awaiting new instructions, infuriating the blond with his sweet and eager attitude.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?" he offered and Cid was very tempted to tell him that yes, he could for instance by wiping away that fake grin, but instead he just gruffily ordered Yazoo to get the boxes from the garage and refill the shelves.
Ignoring the sweet "I´d love to!" and the row of pearly white teeth he was graced with, the older man went to one of the shelves, grabbed for the tape and started with his work.
The rest of the day was ostly spent in silence. Cid gave the boy some minor chores where he couldn´t possibly do much damage –but work that wasn´t too easy either, judging from Yazoo´s panting as he carried various boxes through the shop.
He had only one customer at the garage who wanted to get back his repaired truck and otherwise Cid worked on a motorcycle, trying to avoid Yazoo and his cheerfulness as much as he could. Not that he was fleeing him –like hell he would! This was his bloody shop, damn it!- but somehow Yazoo´s fake attitude made him almost sick. If the mechanic hated something it was dishonesty.
By the end of the day Cid finally closed the garage door, locking it and going back to the front shop.
Yazoo was still busy rearranging something on the shelves, his formerly white legs smeared with dust and his long hair drawn into a ponytail.
"Oi, brat," the mechanic called, feeling like he desperately needed to get out of his own sweaty shirt. Yazoo rose from the ground, strolling over and humbly looking down as he came to stand in front of his new employer.
"Dat´s ´nough" Cid informed him, searching the counter for his cigs and failing to notice the beaming smile radiating from Yazoo´s beautiful features.
"Well then, it was an honour to work for you sir. I am grateful for your graciousness and I certainly learnt my lesson. I promise you that I will not partake in such criminal things again."
He bowed down lowly and went up again, expectantly looking at Cid, who stared back at him blankly, trying to hide his utter horror. Then his brows knitted together as it dawned on him what Yazoo was aiming for and with a half amused, half derisive snort he replied "Ya great. See ya tomorrow pal."
The smile faltered a little, green eyes becoming colder, but the next moment the youth had himself back under controle, inclining his head and questioning "I am sorry? I have done my compensation now, haven´t I?"
"Yeah? Dun think so," Cid said unimpressed, grabbing for the lighter and guiding it to the cig in his mouth.
"This is exploitation."
Yazoo had abandoned his awful happy-go-lucky-act in favor of an icy and almost threatening look with wich he mustered his employer.
"Sue me," the blond smirked, blowing a cloud of smoke into the upset teen´s delicate face while grabbing for the phone and nonchalantly holding it into his direction. Of course the phone was only spared a brief look before Yazoo sourly averted his eyes and Cid put it back.
After a moment though, a smug, calculating gleam appeared back in Yazoo´s eyes, a small smile slowly creeping over his lips that Cid absolutely disliked.
Warily eyeing the youth, he still wasn´t prepared for what Yazoo intended as he suddenly swayed around the counter with sensual, almost predatory moves and swinging hips, purring while never leaving his eyes from the other:
"You know… Maybe we can find another kind of… compensation."
His long, black lashes fluttered suggestively as he came to stand before the speechless mechanic. The blond just stared at the youth open mouthed, cigarette dangling from his lips and threatening to fall down to the dirty ground. The brat couldn´t be serious, could he?!
"I noticed how you looked at me…" A slender index finger connected with Cid´s blue, sweaty shirt and slowly trailed over his broad, muscular chest down towards his belly button.
"You want me," Yazoo breathed seductively, while leaning forward and coming closer to the older man´s face, rosy tongue darting out and licking over full, soft lips "you can have me."
It was then that Cid finally snapped out of it and grabbed Yazoo´s finger, that had gone dangerously close to his private areas. He roughly shoved it away while making a step back to bring some much needed distance between them, growling in exasperation "Get ya hands off me! I wouldn´t fuck ya if ya were da last damn guy walkin da bloody earth! An now get outta here, or I´ll faget ma good manners!" Cid really had a hard time not to smack the brat, forcing his clenched fists to remain by his side.
Yazoo stared back at him blankly, frozen to the spot and trying to process that he just had been rejected, something he apparently wasn´t used to –which, admittedly, didn´t surprise Cid in the least.
Then slowly the youth´s beautiful face contorted into a mask of sheer anger, that differed from the mechanic´s expression of fury in so far as that it wasn´t exactly an 'expression' at all. It consisted of the slightest of pouts, that might have even appeared somewhat childish, if it hadn´t been for the narrowed eyes and the blazing, cold hatred that nearly bore through Cid´s scull. The mechanic answered the look with his own unflinching gaze, refusing to submit to the intense stare or letting the runt intimidate him.
Their contest lasted only shortly though, then the boy had his hurt pride back under controle. Yazoo relaxed from his stiff posture, then straigthened his back, face going neutral. His anger was hidden behind a look of indifference as he gave the grim man a derisive "Hn". Turning on his heels, he sauntered out of the shop with his pretty head held up high, ignoring the "An don´t ya dare not showin up here tomorrow," growled after him.
Shaking his head, Cid smashed his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out and watching his employee vanishing through the dirty window.
Now this could become something…
Since Yazoo is Sephiroth´s 'allure' I thought he might try to worm his way out of the situation by trying to seduce Cid... but apparently Cid didn´t feel like playing along :D Poor Yazoo, I hope he doesn´t suffer from inferiority complexes now ;)
Btw: I´m searching for a beta, so if someone has time and would like to give it a try please contact me!
InsaneChaos: I´m glad you like it! Thanks fo the review!
YazooValentine: Oh, yes he´s so very gorgeous! Can I take it from you comment that you think that Cid is, let´s say... not so amazing, but since Yazoo is, he´ll somehow make up for poor old Cid? :D Well, I have to admit that Cid isn´t exactly what I would call 'beautiful'. But it´s the character that matters ;) (Let´s see if Yazoo comes to that conclusion too.)
sareyva: Hi there, I´m glad you like my new story so far too! I´m always happy to read your comments, they are so detailed and keep my motivation up! I have to admit that, yes, Cid´s language is a bit annoying, but by now I´m almost used to it, SwD was a good practice :D But I just can´t imagine him to speak like normal people (I guess he´d be too lazy to do so)... Your assumption was very interesting and you´re partly right, Yazoo is desperate. I won´t spoil the rest, but I hope you like it anyway ;)
Review please?