Blood and Chocolate

So, it's time for that crack pairing, you know, the one that a writer will do because some manner of something inspired them? Well, my crack pairing is Rude and Vincent. There really was no inspiration other than the name of the book (and movie) Blood and Chocolate.

At any rate, I don't own FFVII, as stated above, nor do I make a profit from this.

The Hindi speech is roughly translated. It's the best I could do without my cousin to talk too. -_- He hasn't taught me much yet, so I did the best I could with my resources lulz.

Chapter one kiddies, read on!
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"Ya have'ta come! Dun't fight man. 'ts not that bad uh?"

If only the red head knew. It was much worse than that. He made himself a vow; he would kill anyone who tried to take him back. There was no way he would go back. Rules, orders, people. It wasn't his world anymore. His was a world of darkness, silence and ice. Shin-ra had made sure of that.

"If you and your partner value your lives Turk, remove yourself from my home and do not return."

"We can' do that! 's much 's I would like ta leave your scary ass here, the boss says we can't come back without ya."

The only reason they were not dead was because he'd worked with them on two occasions. They were loyal and tough, but they were both very stupid.

"Reno, Rude, leave now. This is your last warning."

"Tseng said you would be like this." Reno sighed and pulled out a small, hand held, black pistol. Or that's what it looked like. Vincent's laughing immediately following the revealed weapon sent shiveres down the Turk's spines and made them seriously consider disobeying an order.

"You think to shoot one of the best gunmen Shin-ra has ever seen?" With each word, the former Turks eyes grew darker red, his voice lowered and his body changed. When he was finished, his skin was black and he looked just like the devil he had been made into.

"Neh, just knock ya out." Reno shot before Vinvent had the time to react.

The stinging in his shoulder made him glance down. He growled something out an took a step forward. It was the wrong thing to do. He felt his skin loosen, his muscles tightening, and his face greeted the floor. He felt so tired, so lethargic that he couldn't even think beyond, "Fuck." He passed out.

"Some strong tranq's in this thing." Reno sighed and shoved the dart gun back into it's holster. "Gimme a hand Rude." His partner said nothing but they walked over to the fallen former Turk. Reno, smartass that he was, toed the guy to make sure he was really out. He did it once more just to be safe. When his foot wasn't bitten off, he smiled to himself and shook his head. Then frowned as getting Vincent out of the cave posed a problem.

But, as always, his partner was half a step ahead. The big, black, bald man who rarely spoke picked up the former Turk and tossed him over a shoulder. Together, they left the cave and headed straight for the helicopter.

"He's gunna be pissed when he wakes up."

"Mmm." Well, Rude would have been as well if he'd been shot with a tranq and removed from his home. It wasn't polite.

"Think our death will be quick-n-painless?" Reno looked over to his partner and when Rude just looked at him through those ever present shades, Reno sighed and went back to piloting. Yip, it would figure that the one person he relied on the most wouldn't even give him the benefit of the doubt. Fuckin' figured.


"He'll be waking soon, Reno, get some coffee. Rude, take to the left." Both Turks grit their teeth but nodded and did exactly as they were told. When dealing with something that could potentially kill them, they never went against Tseng's orders. Vincent was one of those somethings.

His eyes hurt, his head was pounding and he felt like he was going to fall over. Opening his eyes, he looked around, letting the sensitive orbs adjust to the sudden, glaring brightness. He was sitting in a chair, in front of a desk. He knew that desk. He knew the chair and the room. And he was not happy.

"It is good of you to finally join us Vincent Valentine."

That voice sent shivers through his body, and gave him a very unwelcome reaction. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked across the wooden desk at Tseng.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" His voice was lethal. It had the desired affect on Shin-ra's head of the Turks. The man's eyes closed, but being who he was, Vincent didn't miss their rolling, nor the precise control it took to stop a shutter before it came out.

"We need your services Gunman." Tseng met his eyes and there was a fire in them, one that said just how unhappy he was to have the former Turk there, as much as the other was to be there.

"I do not work for Shin-ra. I do not chose to take on freelance work either."

"Once a Turk, always a Turk." The man said in Wutaneese. Vincent looked away from the man and found Rude. In the mere blink of an eye, he was standing directly in front of the chocolate man, who looked at him with raised brows through black shades.

"Go somewhere." Rude did not miss the threat unerlaying the tone, but looked around Vincent to his boss. The man nodded once and Rude excused himself.

"I would appreciate you not threatening my best."

"I would have appreciated being left alone." Vincent closed the shades around the office before turning off the light. The pounding in his head lessened and his eyes felt at ease. And there he stood, across the room, staring at Tseng.

"Unfortunately, I need you. The president has been targeted yet again for assassination. Yes, my men are capable, as you well know, but we have an expert on our hands. He is very accomplished with a rifle." The man stood and started to unbutton his suit jacket. Vincent's eyes followed the motion and he crossed his arms over his chest. Once the jacket was gone, the shirt followed and the Turk turned around.

Bronze skin was bared as long, silky, black tresses were pulled over the right shoulder. What was revealed made the former Turk suck in a breath. He was across the room and touching the wound with gentle fingers. This time, while it was no one but them in the room, Tseng didn't repress the shutter.

"Who?"

"I don't know." If it had been a scant millimeter to the left, the man would have died without a fight. Leaning forward, Vincent inspected the wound, still touching lightly.

"It was automated, high power. Long range, maybe one and a half clicks out." He inhaled and leaned forward to lick along the outer edge of the raised, reddened flesh. Tseng groaned and grabbed the wall in front of him, breath coming out in a pant. "Does it hurt, ghatiyaa nartak?"

"Ab aur naheen khaanadaan prenee." Tseng looked over his shoulder, his brown eyes clouding over. Vincent stared at the slightly taller man, remembering former times. Times they had been close. Vincent stood and molded his chest to Tseng's back, wrapping his claw and arm around the Wutaneese man.

"The one you are looking for will strike again. But the smell of the greese he used, he is not one for failure."

"You will be staying with me."

"You made your choice ghatiyaa nartak, and it was not me." Tseng's forehead touched the wall and he shut his eyes. he should have known it wasn't going to happen. But, even he, the leader of the Turk's had fallen prey to hope. What a horrible concept.

"Who will you stay with?"

"I will kill the red head, so I pick Rude."

"The arrangements will be made." He went to move but was held firmly in place by the former Turk. The hot breath that ghosted over his ear made his eyes roll. No matter what he chose, he knew when he left he would never get enough.

"My payment better be worth my time Tseng. I vowed to kill whomever brought me back here, you are no exception." And just like that, the room was bright, the blinds were open and Vincent was gone. Reno and Rude came rushing into the office, ready for a fight. Tseng just pulled his shirt on, situated it, and pulled on his jacket.

" 'the fuck was that? Where'd Valentine go Boss?" Reno, as always, had that snarky accent and the care free attitude. Rude didn't say anything but looked around.

"Rude, Vincent Valentine has opted to stay under your care. I expect he be treated with the respect he deserves. Under Verdot, Valentine was the best." The bald man actually looked...stunned but such a revelation, but just nodded dumbly.

"Why not me eh?" Reno actually looked put out.

"You shot him. You tell me." Tseng, as serious as ever, motioned them out of the room.

"Yo man, you lucky fuckin' duck." Reno shook his head, putting his arms behind his red locks and walked out of the building. Preferably to his own house. Thank whatever gods were looking down on him for that. But when he made it to his car, he noticed Vincent. He grit his teeth and clicked the key fob on his keys, inlocking the vehicle. The man simply got into the passenger seat and waited.

Rude took a minute to reflect over what was happening. He loathed when Reno came over, because his partner always wrecked his place, but now he had to practically eat, sleep and breathe another being for an undetermined amount of time. As he climb into the driver seat, he was absolutely livid. Of course, it didn't show under his calm, emotionless exterior.

The car was started and he set off for his apartment. Gods above this was not how he had planned to end the day.