A/N: Our next applicant is Kingmunkey. Good luck.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

Warning: This one could be a little...squimmish.

"Why are we doing this exactly, Zen?"

Vexius huffed in annoyance. "Because the original AVALANCHE is now a part of the problem. They are working with ShinRa."

"That's because ShinRa is trying to help restore the Planet and AVALANCHE is helping..."

Vexius stood to his feet, pointing accusingly at the man across from him. "Those are lies and if you believe them then you are not needed in Neo-AVALANCHE! Get out!"

"Psycho," the man grumbled as he left. This had happened with everyone he had gathered to this meeting. Some people he knew from childhood. Others he had found simply on the streets. All that remained now was one man.

He would be a strong ally if he chose to stay with him. The man was tall, at least 6', with shoulder length blond hair and blue-green eyes. Strapped to his broad back was a pair of long blades, a weapon not normally seen anymore, but effective nonetheless.

"What is your name?"

"Revan."

"Do you think I'm insane as well?"

Revan just shrugged, standing up and stretching his stiff back. "Doesn't really matter what I think," he said.

Vexius looked up at him. "Why's that?"

Rev grabbed the handles of his long blades and whipped them out, placing them scissors like at Vexius' neck. "I'm just here to kill you," he answered before severing his head from his body.

"Terrorists suck," he grumbled as he began slicing his body parts into more managable sizes. Sticking them in a styrofoam cooler he found in the back room, he dumped the ice that was in the freezer on top of them, all the while humming to himself. After he cleaned his blades, he put them back in their sheaths on his back.

He carried the cooler out into the alley and down the street to the back door of a small Wutain restaurant. He knocked and the manager answered.

"You got my sushi?" he asked, his accent thick.

Revan shoved the cooler at the Wutain. "Yep," he answered.

"How much you want?"

"Fifty gil."

"Too much."

Revan rolled his eyes. "Forty-nine," he countered.

The Wutain narrowed his eyes. "You stupid slum rat," he hissed.

"You want the sushi?"

"Yeah, yeah, I pay," he said thrusting the money to Revan and taking the cooler. "Better be good."

Revan smiled. "It'll be like nothing you've ever had," he promised. "I guarantee."

The door slammed in his face, and he pocketed his gil, walking down the street until he saw a car flash it's lights on and start up. He jumped into the passenger's side and slide his hand up the thigh on the veteran Turk with black hair tipped in green and streaked with purple. "Hey Baby," he purred, sliding over to nip at her ear. "Miss me."

Elena smirked and leaned her head away. "Depends," she said. "Get the job done?"

"Totally."

Her lips pressed against his and her tongue slipped into his mouth. "Good job," she said. "Come on. I'm starving."

"Me too," Revan said. "Whatcha want to eat?"

"Hmmm...Wutain?" she asked.

"You really do have a thing for Tseng, don't ya?' he asked with a laugh. "Sounds good though."

"There's a little place up here we could..."

"Nah, I know a better joint downtown," he said. "This place serves cat or some shit."

"Ew...nasty."

Revan smirked. "I know."

Mission Report: Target eliminated by decapitation. Target's body was disposed of in an unknown location.

Turk Assigned: Revan Seijakuken

Status: Rookie

Specialty: Dual long swords, non-stealth assassinations, hacking, women

Target: Zen Vexius, Upstart AVALANCHE Newbie

Dealth by: Severed head

Mission Complete

A/N: Kingmunkey...that was SICK!!! But interesting. Reminded me of Fried Green Tomatoes. Review please! What's next, what's next? Hmmmm...