No One To Trust

A/N: This chapter is dark. It deals with the reason why Tifa and the kids are on the run. Just so you know bad things happen to them. I don’t get to explicate, but some people get bothered with just a hint at such things.



After he finished eating Yazoo decided to go and make sure that his equipment was still here. Grabbing his plate he headed down to the kitchen to see who was still awake. It was at that time that he bumped into Tifa who was walking out of the kitchen.



“So do you have a name?” She asked trying to be friendly and ease the tension.



“Everyone has a name.” He stated blandly.



“Okay, Let me be direct. What is your name?” She asked slumping shoulders.



“Dylan.” He stated plainly as his mind cringed at the name.



“Dylan, I guess I can see that, but for some reason I think you look like something else.” She said tapping her lip with her finger as if examining or studying him. He didn’t like the idea of either of those and thought best to end her game.



“Don’t think to hard you might hurt yourself.” He smirked and watched as her lips tightened and she balled fists. He found her way to easy to bate.



“I’m just trying to be nice. I…I oh never mind.” She sighed in defeat and walked away.



He listened for the sound of a door to shut signaling that she had gone to bed. Inhaling deeply he walked into the living room and flipped a panel on the wall. Entering a code a door slid open on the opposite wall. Walking into the room he turned on the lights and made sure to secure the door behind him. He started to go through his inventory of electronics, gadgets, weapons and ammo. They were a little out of date, but perfect for what he needed them for. It was some time in the still dark early morning when he felt the need for sleep.



Walking out of the room and up the stairs to his room. He made sure to toss off his shirt and pants leaving only his black silk boxer. He managed to crawl into bed and the minute his head hit the pillow he was out. Well, until the sound of a scream ripped through the house. Grabbing his gun he flew out his room toward where the scream had come from. A swift kick to the door revealed a startled Tifa, a shocked Denzel and a sobbing Marlene.



“What the hell!” Tifa screamed staring at the gun pointed at them.



“Is that real?” Denzel asked walking over to look at the massive piece in his hand.



Ignoring them both. He lowered the gun that was aimed at them “Why did she scream?”



“Nightmares.” Tifa whispered looking to the floor and saying nothing more.



He didn’t bother to ask anymore about it as he turned leaving them and walking back to his room. From the looks on everyone’s face in the room they wouldn’t answer him anyway. Lying back on the bed he stared blankly at the ceiling deciding the best plan of action was to corner the eighteen-year-old and find out whom or what they are running from. Especially, if he was being inadvertently dragged in.



It was mid morning when the house began to stir with the sounds of life. Tifa was humming to herself in the shower as the warm water cascaded down in her body. She had found it hard to go back to sleep after having a gun pointed at her head and laid awake. She shivered recalling the cold void look in his eyes. ‘He seemed so inhuman.’ She mused.



Finishing up her hair she turned off the shower and threw open the curtain. Her eyes almost popping out of her head as she found Yazoo leaning against the vanity holding a towel out for her. She frowned at his audacity.



“We need to talk.” He said ignoring the sheen of water on her naked body.



“Can we have this talk outside of the bathroom and preferably when I am dressed.”



He tilted his head taking her curvy form. “Fine, get dressed. I will be in the room in ten minutes.” He said pushing off the vanity and walking out of the bathroom.



True to his word he walked in to find Tifa sitting on the bed flicking her fingernails nervously. He walked to the other side of the bed and took a seat resting his head against the headboard. When she finally tore her gaze from her fingernails and looked at him, he knew he had her full attention.



“Whom or what are you three running from?” He asked in a rather deadpan tone.



Tifa pulled her legs up on the bed and also leaned her head against the headboard. She exhaled trying to gain the strength to relive and retell what all had happened.



“We are running from a foster home.” She said looking at him as he raised a brow. His way of saying that there is more to the story than simply that.



“I was twelve when I was placed there. There were a few other kids there when I arrived. It was a mansion like I had never seen before. When I was shown my room I thought that I had really lucked out. Strange how you don’t notice simple things like bars on windows, men roaming the halls and the terrified looks on the faces of the other children.” Tifa stopped speaking for a moment to shake her head at herself.



“That first night I was sitting in my room when a boy came into the room. He was about my age and looked rather sweet really. He sat on the bed and called me over to explain the way the house worked. It was then that I learned that I was to become a whore. Cloud explained that if you tried to run that they would kill you before you reached the main gate. He asked…he asked me if I would like to be broken in before the older men got a hold. Say that they fuck me not caring to go easy for my first time. I was in shock and nodded dumbly. So my first time was with someone I barely knew, but at least he was gentle. He had been right when the men started to show up it was brutal, forced and by the end of the night I couldn’t even piss without it hurting.” She stopped again as her hands started to shake and tears trickled from the corners of her eyes.



Taking a deep breath and wiping the tears she continued. “It is strange what a person can get use to. Cloud became my best friend and when one of the men was to rough or beat us within inches of our lives the other was there to nurse back the hurt one. Then one morning he was gone and no one would tell me what had happened to him. I learned from one of the younger girls that there had been screaming from his room. While that was not unusual she said when she peeked out her door a man was dragging a black body bag. It had been a few weeks after Cloud disappeared before Marlene and Denzel showed up. They reminded me so much of cloud and myself that I made them a promise that I would save us no matter what.” She whimpered, but Yazoo was still trying to take in everything that she was saying to him. He had some real shit foster parents, but nothing like that.



“I found out that a man by the name of Rufus Shinra ran the mansion. I managed to seduce and drug him one night. In the middle of the night after I made sure to securely tie him up and gag him I grabbed the kids, money and a car. I still don’t know how we didn’t get caught, but we ended up lost and stumbled upon your house. Marlene still has nightmares about the men. Denzel tries to block it from his mind just like me.” She staring off into nothing as the ghost of her past started to haunt her.



“Why didn’t you go to the police?” He asked thinking he knew the answer already.



“Yeah and what have the kids taken from me. They could end up right back there or some place worse. What if they wanted me to testify against him? I am sure having a nothing like me killed would be easy. I…no this is last time I want to ever think of that place again.” She said shaking her head to reiterate her words.



“So what are you running from?” She asked to get the topic off her and the kids.



“Mother.” He said deciding that if she could retell a story like that he could at least respect her enough to let her in on what she might be facing.



“Mother? You’re running from your mother?” She half giggled feeling stupid for spilling her guts the way that she had to someone who couldn’t even stand up to his mother.



A slow rueful smile as he turned to her. “M. Murderers, O. Outlaws, T. Trigger men, H. Hatchet men, E. Executioners and R. Ruffians among other things. However, all we really are is one thing. Assassins.” Watching as his words sunk into her head and swallowed some air.



“O….okay and why pray tell is every bad-ass in the world after you?” She asked still not sure if he was telling the truth and just trying to get them out of his house.



“Someone set me up by switching envelopes and I shot the wrong person. One of three that ran my organization.”



“That’s why you wanted us to go?” She asked thinking maybe he wasn't asbad as he came off. He snorted a little at the hopeful sound in her voice.



“No, I am not a people person. I don’t like them or trust them, but like I said stay if you want to or go I will not force you to do either. Just don't get in my way and try not to get yourselves killed.” Yazoo said rising up off the bed and walking out of the room. He had heard of Rufus Shinra before and the type of business that he ran. He knew that he would have to be on the look out for his moron underlings. They were nothing compared to what may find them.



The sound of laughter from outside made him walk over to a window and peek outside. The children were playing tag and Marlene had almost got Denzel, but he jumped to left. Yazoo let out a breath turning away from the view and walking to the panel in the wall. He needed to make two items and then teach the children how to use them. He had no idea what to do about Tifa or what the girl was even capable of. Besides using a butcher knife.