Titanium Wolves

Title: Titanium Wolves
Author: Reichi
Rating NC17
Pairing: Cloud/Kadaj centric, touches of Tseng/Vincent and Reno/Yazoo now. [ o_o; ]
Comments: YES. I have changed my penname. I probably confused a lot of you. My –real- name is Reichi, so. O_0; I don’t even remember where Lchan came from, but refer to me as Reichi for now. Or Rei. Whatever. Secondly, I read an email with an interesting couple suggestion. Reno and Yazoo. Now… this may seem confusing, but I have an idea-r. See, I THINK I have Aeirth say there would be consicquences if Kadaj came back, and I THINK that should be that, they all do. X3. They are weaker though without Jenova. In the movie though, Yazoo seemed like the maturer one to me. So, I have him handling things a little bit better. So yeah.
Dsiclaimer: O_O ITS NOT MINE. FINAL FANTASY VII AND FINAL FANTASY VII: ADVENT CHILDREN DONT BELONG TO ME. NONE OF THIS IS MINE!!! NONE! I SWEAR! FFVII AND FFVII:AC BELONG TO SQUAREENIX. NOT MINE. ALL THEIRS. DISCLAIM DISCLAIM!! -passes out-



Chapter Five: Unexpected.





Reno leaned against the filthy wall of some annonimous, running a long-fingered hand through his spunky red hair and breathing in a warm breathe of smoke. He glanced over at Rude lazily, who was absently brushing at his sleeve while his own cigarette dangled from between his lips. Reno breathed out the smoke through his flared nose and sighed deeply.


“ –Fuck-. “ He exclaimed, tilting his head back against the brick, “ Hauling around ‘ his majesty ‘ all day tired me the fuck out. And we wont even get paid extra for it. “


“ It’s a duty. “ Rude responded, heaving in a drag. The embers ignited near the filter. A moment later, he dropped it on the ground and stomped it with the clean, Turk-issued boots of his, “ I’ve got to get back in there. “


“ Right behind ya. “ Reno flicked his cigarette ashes away; he’d only just begun. He waved to Rude, who followed that gesture and lingered back through the heavy door that closed with a deep metallic clank.


Reno was alone to sigh, tilting his head and allowing the spray of rain that narrowly missed him to skim the side of his face, caused by the overlapping roof. He watched the fine mist for a moment, absently taking in another wiff and blowing smoke rings in that direction, fairly bored. Smoking entertained him for only a short time. And so casually, he shut his forested eyes and almost chewed on the cigarette filter


Scraaape.


Reno fidgeted a little bit. It sounded like –someone- dragging themselves around in the middle of the night. In the middle of the –rain-, no doubt. Reno opened his eyes and cocked his head toward the street, letting his cigarette bearing fingers to rest against his lip.


There it was.


It was that noise again.


Reno pushed off the wall, getting soaked through with rain again, his cigarette still remaining lit somehow. Something was coming up the street, and since Reno wasn’t entirely sure what it was, he simply stood there and waited for it to emerge, blinking hard to see in the rain with droplets flying off his long dark eyelashes.


The increasingly annoying sound continued until the person emerged; draped entirely in black, practically –dragging- themselves along the ground, shinning in the lights from nearby windows that glared down every now and then. Reno was –just- about to say something when a far-too-familiar gun suddenly emerged, aimed by viciously wild Mako-eyes.


“ Fuck! “ Reno had to waste a fucking good cigarette when a bullet whizzed by his head. But with a flick of his wrist he whipped out the electro-rod and pressed the button that made the end spark savagely in the rain, immensely dangerous in these conditions. The rubber handle kept Reno safe from his own weapon though.


“ What the hell… “


Whoever it was fired off a couple more shots until the gun clicked weakly, the empty barrel spinning around lifelessly while the trigger still pulled back. Reno begun to round upon the man, lowering the rod and giving a tentative shock where the skin was exposed.


The area lit up with a quick blue flash. And whoever the hell it was groaned sharply and rolled over, fishing around in their front to find more bullets, that came pouring onto the ground with little clanks. Long silvery hair painted across the dark street like rays of the moon against the night sky, stark and sharp when Reno got close enough. He withdrew quickly.


But the other man was much quicker. He seemed to have finally found strength and launched his lower body from the ground, swiping Reno hard in the jaw with his boot and knocking Reno onto the ground, the electro-rods spark dying away.


Yazoo took this chance and crouched on the ground, popping bullets into the gun faster than Reno could count. But the redhead snapped out of his daze when the gun cocked and the trigger clicked.


He snatched up the rod and used its hard body to reflect the bullet, the vibration from it making his whole hand hurt for a moment. Reno slipped back a couple of steps and stumbled on the slickened ground, watching the clone walk closer, gun aimed.


“ WHAT THE HELL!? “ He screamed, scampering off the ground and rushing the gun-wielding man, the rod aimed high and swinging down, “ YOU ARE SUPPOSED. TO. BE. DEAD. “


“ Back off. “ Yazoo purred with insurmountable elegance for the moment, his sopping hair threading across the leather. “ Let me speak to Rufus. “:


“ FUCK you. “ Reno snapped in return. Yazoo shrugged a little and brought the Velvet Nightmare up, blocking Reno’s attack cleanly and flicking a piece of hair out of his pale face.


“ I will just have to do this the hard way. “ Yazoo said, bringing the short gunblade down and placing it cleanly into the Turks lower stomach, before Reno could even say anything about it. And just to prove how sinister he was, he twisted the wide blade around until Reno could hardly stand on his own, at which point Yazoo placed a solid hand underneath his arm to keep him up.


“ Let go of me. “ Reno gasped, feeling his insides give a horrible lurch at the way Yazoo was looking at him, running his leather finger across the trigger of his gun. “ Or fucking kill me. Choose. “


Yazoo frowned a little bit; he didn’t take to plea’s. They were low… Reno gripped his arm painfully tight and pressed the button of his eletrco-rod again, flicking up the voltage silently and sticking it right into the clones neck. Yazoo emitted a horribly pained sound and launched backward, flailing across the ground in a heap of black and shocked white.


Reno fought to regain normal breathing, even though it felt as though the blade had nicked his lung. He grabbed the gun by its handle and pulled it out slowly, tossing it into a dumpster beside him. He was bleeding, pretty badly he must have assumed, but it was nothing more than a quick potion could fix. For the most part… and it –did- work a little.


Yet still, it hurt like fuck.


Limping over to the unmoving body laid out onto his side, limbs sprawled in the direction of which he’d been thrown and head tilted almost peacefully on the ground. A large, round red raw spot was beginning to turn horrible colors from where Reno had shocked him, but the Turk hardly felt remorse.


After all. He couldn’t. It was part of the job description.


“ You. “ Reno nearly collapsed on the ground beside him, somehow remaining to steady himself on his knee’s and grab the clone by a handful of silvery hair.


Yazoo made a noise and opened his mouth, his breathe shaking and ribcage faltering when he drew it in. His sharp eyes opened a moment later, and settled on where the electro-rod would occasional spark when the rain hit it. Those suddenly lovely eyes narrowed, “ Where is Kadaj. “


It was a statement. He was demanding an explaination. Reno snorted and increased the voltage again, to nearly full strength. Apparently Yazoo noticed, because those ‘ suddenly very lovely ‘ eyes snapped to it knowingly, body relaxing on the cold ground; a submission move. Like a wolf turning over in the dirt to a higher member of the pack. Reno blinked, and Yazoo didn’t seem happy about it –at all-.


“ I don’t fucking know. “ Reno retorted.


“ Well then, don’t kill me. “


“ Why the –fuck- shouldn’t I? “


“ Because. “


“ Give me a good reason then. “


Yazoo stared at the sky. Those eyes didn’t blink when the rain hit them, but the pupils did shrink. Then he gained this absolutely –disgusting- look that made Reno back off and withdraw his hand, because of the way that he had actually –touched- it.


“ Spare me, “ Yazoo said, following Reno, his jaw hard, “ Help me find my little brother, Turk. And I’ll make it worth your while. “


-That- was like spinning horribly down memory lane. Reno dazed, falling back into a puddle with a slight splash and feeling horrified in the way that the Clone was looking at him; it was forced passion and lust in there, and no matter how hard he was obviously trying, he couldn’t shove away the pure look of resent in his eyes. It was desperation, and desperation made Reno sick.


“ I will kill you if you touch me. “ Reno snarled. Yazoo had been progressing toward him, yet now stopped in his tracks, “ I wont fucking help you. “


“ No one else will, and you –fucking- know that. “


“ Why don’t you just fucking use your ‘ Mother ‘ to find him? “


“ Mother is gone. I’ve lost the connection. “


Reno kicked his feet for a moment, quickly scrambling to his feet and heading back toward the alley. Damn it, he was still squirting blood all over, though minimally. It was giving him a pounding headache, which got even worse when he sorely went and pulled Velvet Nightmare out of the garbage, holding it like a rotten egg.


Yazoo narrowed his eyes.


“ I don’t want to fucking see you around here anymore. “


“ Are you sure about that? “ Yazoo visibly winced in the sparse light casting down as he rose, just before placing a hand on his hip and swiveling it about, almost coyly, “ I’ve seen the way you look at me, Turk. Its useless to try and lie to me when the truth is so blatantly obvious,… “


“ What?! “ Reno’s hair practically stood on end, even in the rain, “ You fucking wish, creep. “


“ You’re the creep. Daydreaming like that… “


“ What the –fuck- do you even know about me? “


“ Mother granted me powers before she died. “ Yazoo’s slim feet were gathering ground on Reno, those intense Mako eyes lcking him in a stare like some kind of deadly snake, “ I know about your daydreams. I know how you wanted to drag me into the ground and pin me down, cutting my clothe off with Velvet Nightmare… “


“ Fucking sicko. “ Reno backed up, shakily reaching for his cigarettes, only slightly squashed, suddenly forgetting that warm blood was slowly oozing down his side. Hell, he had four quarts of blood; he wouldn’t miss one or two. The rain had lightened enough for him to light his cigarette. Damn, did that nicotine feel good…


“ I should be saying that about you. “ Yazoo was suddenly –very- close to him, completely obliviously to the light cigarettes hardly centimeters away from his face, “ My little brother is –very- important to me, Turk. He is all I have left in the world. I’m sure you know the feeling, correct? “


“ I don’t have any fucking family. I’m alone. “ Reno inhaled the smoke and ashed, “ And I’ll fucking kill yours before you ever see them again, asshole. “


“ I strongly doubt that. “ Yazoo plucked the cigarette from between Reno’s fingers and tossed it. It sizzled out somewhere, “ They would kill you first, regardless of their state. “


“ Then why haven’t you killed me? “


Those feline eyes remained the same, but the pupils shrunk down, wavering somewhere around the stark red gashes on Reno’s cheekbone, “ I’m not sure. “


“ Your not sure? “ Reno repeated weakly. Those eyes of his flexed, and their intense glow returned a moment later.


“ Rethink it. “ Yazoo said, distracting Reno when he rubbed himself, a little bit –too- sensually against the taller Turk, making him jerk backwards with a sharp sound and grip the electro-rod a little bit tighter.


“ I-I wont help you. “


Yazoo narrowed his eyes, and Reno was charging up his electro-rod again when the clone practically threw himself on the Turkk, effectively knocking the standard-issue rod out of his hands with the pure speed and gripping the long, silken and hopelessly wet ponytail in a nearly skull-smashing grip, forcing the redhead into a savage and brusising kiss.


Reno pulled and struggled against the infinitely powerful body slamming him into the cold brick wall, hitting the points of his shoulders and instantly knowing they were raw on impact. Yazoo was nearly trying to tear his bottom lip right off, probably in something that he surmised to be –romantic-, hissing lightly like water on a heated surface with Reno bit his intruding tongue.


“ Damn it. “ Yazoo snarled, pulling back. Somewhere along the line, his other hand had drifted up and combed through the spikes sticking straight up, rain or not, and held those in a equally tormenting grip. The redhead thought he may pull every strand right out, “ Just fucking help me. And I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want from me, Turk. I –need- my little brother. “


“ Why do you need him so badly? You a pedofile? “


Yazoo snapped and punched Reno, who merely swayed against the wall and blinked at the sudden pinpoints of darkness swirling about him. He was struck three more times, until his tall and gangly body leaned forward limply, blood gathering in the side of his mouth where he had bitten his tongue.


“ Help me. “ Yazoo’s voice was fading into oblivion.






“ Tseng. “


Vincent’s deep voice cascaded through his mind, burning his eyes when he opened them, laying stretched onto his back on his office floor. The Wutaian body arched gracefully when he stretched, settling onto his side and watching the ex-Turk lingering near the window, red eyes gleaming.


“ Vincent. “ The Turk responded, sitting up. Only the coat of his issue Turk suit was tossed modestly over his nether-regions. And despite his lack of clothing, Tseng didn’t seem entirely inclined on putting on his clothes [ which were in a neatly folded pile, he noted out of the corner of his eye ] on just yet.


“ They’re here. “ Vincent’s head tilted so that his wonderful mouth was hidden in the collar of his red cape. The metal claw clenched tightly at his narrow side, “ I’ve been watching them. They’re entering the city. “


“ What do they want? “ Tseng had thought, upon waking to the soft call of his name from the almost feral man, that there would be another round early that morning. Unfortunately, with the lightening sky all about him and casting a greasy shadow onto the floor. Tseng smoothed out his hair.


“ To talk to Rufus. You know what will happen. “


“ Then we cant have that, can we? “


“ Not unless you have a better idea hidden under that coat. “


Tseng blinked, then knocked the stiffly iron piece off, rising. Unabashed, Vincent watched, “ I will speak with them. Explain my position in the cooperation. Perhaps… that will sway them in the least. “


“ Or anger them. “ Vincent lost interest with Tseng pulled his pants on and begun buttoning his shirt, flattening out the wrinkles left when they had been folded.


“ Its worth a try. “ Tseng watched to make sure each button went into its respective hole and then up again. Vincent was gone, leaving the lightly swaying metal blinds in his wake and a wide open window, with hardly even a fair thank you for the night before.






Years of fighting gave way to even more years of sorrow, despair, tears, pain, evil… Cloud wondered if it was even worth fighting for anymore.


Said Blond stared out his window as a heavily-decorated Wutai troop; something he’d only seen once before in his life and caught himself staring at the lovely craftsmanship of the metal there, the way it flowed so smoothly, the shields and guards and weapons…


Marlene and Tifa were all he had left. Tifa was a dear friend; almost a sister. And quite literally, the remainder of his broken life. Marlene was just a pleasant little surprise that came with it, like a beam of sunshine to make the whole thing seem worth it, when he came home after a day of working hard, and smiling brightly when he came through the door. Unknowing of financial troubles, the way Tifa stayed up late solely to worry.


Presently, a third item had come into mind.


It was hardly eleven and Kadaj was back in bed, curled underneath the sheets and sleeping soundly like the night before, yet this time his expression was free and open and spare of the anxiety he’d felt. He looked his age for once.


When the troops had passed, Cloud stole another glance at the Teen. Marveling the way his hair fell away and onto the pillow, finally revealing his delicate jaw structure and neat, crisp little ear. Or the way he’d grip the sheets with a hand that appeared entirely too soft to be real and hidden beneath a hard layer of leather ever since he’d known him. The sheets rose up to his living chest, ribs forming against the sides of the large shirt and disappearing when he breathed out, occasionally turning his head a degree to find a comfortable spot.


The ex-SOLDIER frowned slightly. He should care more. The people of Midgar were staring in the wake of the Wutai troops, and Cloud flat-out didn’t –care- what happened to them. He didn’t want to fight anymore. He just didn’t want to –fucking- loose something precious to him, ever –fucking- again.


“ Big brother, “ Kadaj purred just after noon, when he was stretching leisurely on the bed. His natural mood swings that changed like the channels on a television had swapped back to that of the night before. Despite this, he was constantly teetering on the edge of an outburst even if he didn’t know it. Cloud started a little and looked over.


“ Your finally awake, “ The teen just stared at him, “ What do you want? “


“ You’ve been sitting there for hours. “


“ And? “ Cloud leaned into the window sill, a light wind fluttering a piece of hair. Those bright eyes scaled across his features.


“ Aren’t you tired? “


“ Of coarse. “ Cloud said honestly. There was no way to explain away the dark circles still forming underneath his eyes, stark compared to his light eyes. “ But you’ve been hogging my bed all day. “


“ Hmph. “ Kadaj turned onto his side, facing him. Something glowed in those eyes for a moment, appearing as though he was figuratively on the edge of slipping into a mood, but somehow restrained himself, “ You need sleep, Brother. “


“ I don’t. “ The blond countered, “ I will be fine. I have survived on less and plan to in the future. Anyway… this chair is far more comfortable than that piece of shit bed your on. “


Kadaj snorted at him and turned onto his back again, staring at the ceiling. Cloud watched him sigh, and didn’t catch himself staring until the Teen’s bright eyes caught his accusingly. Though he hardly seemed surprised when those cobalt eyes stared mindlessly at the scattering crowd, disppating into their homes finally, unknowingly.


“ Whatever. “


Cloud’s eyes carefully slipped back over and eyed the Teen, “ Are you hungry yet? “


“ I haven’t been. “ Kadaj stretched. Apparently, Kadaj thought that his inhuman state was still in tact, and that food wasn’t a strong priority. Cloud had been prompting the subject all morning, eventually earning him a middle finger, “ I’m fine. “


“ Your not. “ Cloud rose, silently and swiftly without the heavy thunk of his deep boots, “ You wont be if you continue on like this. “


“Quiet. “ Kadaj interrupted him on the very last word, turning his head against the pillow and spreading his arms beneath it. Cloud stood beside the bed, slowly crossing his eyes and heaving a nearly painful sigh.


“ Your not going back to sleep, are you? “


“ Of coarse I am. “ Kadaj glanced up at him, “ Months of sleepless nights have finally caught up with me. “


“ Then scoot. “ Cloud insisted, “ I am ready to pass out. “


“ Pass out on the floor. “


“ Move. “ The Blond forcefully scooped his hands under the teen and pulled him over. His bed was a scattered futon that had slid down into a perminant bed, so there was ample room for Kadaj to lay on his back, glowering at Cloud when he laid down near the edge, making the whole thing rock.


“ Brute. “ Kadaj whispered, green eyes focused on him.


“ Hmph. “ Cloud turned over toward Kadaj, simply so he was facing away from the dimly lit window and toward the darker side of the room. It was just more comfortable that way. But he could practically –see- Kadaj staring at him through his eyelids, and finally. It bothered him just a little bit.


“ What? “


“ That scar never went away. “


Cloud touched his left eyebrow, peeling his tired eyes open and watching Kadaj, “ It was a bad hit. “


“ Why didn’t you use a potion on it? “ Kadaj’s eyebrows clumped.


“ There was some things that potions cant heal. “ Cloud explained, clearing his throat and shutting his eyes again. “ When I wake, your eating. Got me? “


“ Fine. “ The Teen finally sighed and removed his gaze from Cloud, unknowingly scooting a little closer when he slipped beneath the sheets, finally, pulling them up snug around his shoulders and yanking piece of the pillow away from Cloud.


The Blond mumbled quietly and attempted pulling it back. Kadaj made a sound like an angry cat and pulled again, forcing Cloud to pillow. The ex-SOLDIER was already dozing heavily, one strong and broad hand tangled in the corner of the pillow, the other one resting on the strong curve of his hip and side, small goose pimples rising there when the cool wind drifted through the window. Kadaj shriveled underneath the warm sheets, and simply listened to the clank of retreating troops outside.






To be Continued…

I probably have a bunch of spelling errors. @_@ Exhausted, college in the morning… sleeeeeeeeeeeep. I’ll fix it later… - words slur-