A wedding

More drama, a strange encounter and a new character...

This is a really long chapter (actually it were two, but I put them together^^)

Thanks to PfenixB for the awesome betaing!!!

Ainaloth: *cracks up* OMg I would SO do that too!!! And I would make thousands of copies for my private use, just in case one gets broken or something XD Oh yes, brotherly incest with Sephiroth sounds so tempting (my ever otp btw), I bet they will do something very ungodly sooner or later, hehehe ;) But that might be a bit later *things about just writing a oneshot because is impatient* Thank you for reviewing^^

Rina: I´m not so sure if Vincent really knows what kind of life he´s leading and what he could have instead... Reno certainly does, though XD I´m glad you see the difference in character compared to my other fics^^ I think Vincent might be OOC, since I really exploit his emo side a bit here. But then again when he´s always whining about Lucrecia in the games it´s not really that different -.- And there will be porn again, pretty soon and pretty much, once Yazoo discovers his new freedom and starts to exploit it^^ Haha, and count me in on the club meeting, I´d be more than happy to make it a foursome XD


5

“I found it,” Vincent announced resignedly. Somehow he’d harboured the totally ridiculous hope that, if they didn´t find the bow-tie, Yazoo couldn’t marry Aeris…

“Yazoo?” Stunned, the groomsman scanned the room for the groom, but there was no one there. Frowning, the man stepped further into the chamber, noticing the tumbled over chair until his eyes met with the camcorder that was still running.

Petrified he watched himself fucking the living daylights out of his friend. Then he grabbed the camera and bolted out of the room to catch up to Yazoo before something BAD could happen.

*

Rufus Shinra sat at his desk in his fancy, large bureau, pretending to read some contracts and applications but actually his mind was drifting off to much more interesting events than the things lying in front of him. The rain was still pouring outside, angrily splashing against the window behind him in a monotonous pattern that didn’t really add to his ability to concentrate…

It was raining just like today, when he hurried through the masses of people that were out on the streets to go after their own, insignificant businesses. One should have thought that the nasty weather would keep them at home but apparently this was an utopian fallacy, much to Rufus´ dismay. Elbowing his way through the crowd, one hand holding a useless black umbrella and the other clinging to the cellphone he was snarling into, he was totally occupied with the incompetent underling he was currently deflating. Hence he didn´t noticed the truck that was just about to run him over as he attempted to cross the street. And if it hadn´t been for the hand suddenly grabbing his coat from behind and pulling him back, Rufus Shinra would have had a not so pleasant rendezvous with the local coroner instead of sitting in his comfy chair now and pondering the events.

Wide-eyed, he stared at the tooting truck that rushed mere centimeters in front of his nose past him, burying the umbrella under its big wheels, Rufus had let go of it in his surprise.

The incompetent employee was forgotten and Rufus let the phone slowly sink down.

“Are you alright?”

The words slowly sunk in, the deep, calm and almost bored voice droning in his ears. The sound of rain swallowed every other noise, briefly taking over all his senses and it seemed that time had stopped. It lasted only for a moment though, before Rufus gathered himself again and stepped from the street back on the pavement. Putting away the phone without bothering to answer the confused questions from the other end of the line, Rufus finally turned around to face his saviour.

“Yes, I´m fine…” he stopped mid-sentence when he stood opposite a beautiful young man in a long black coat that reached just under his chin. He was holding a black umbrella too, thick drops dripping from the metallic spokes that matched the colour of the man´s long hair.

Raising an eyebrow, Rufus mustered the Son, instantly recognising him as a member of the Mother´s Children. He was fairly familiar with the sect, and if it hadn´t been for the flyer they were handing out and that were now tucked under the young man´s arm, the black clothing, stiff figure and at least the small silver wing resting on his chest would have told Rufus who he was dealing with.

Gaze gliding over the man´s appearance the agent came back to look into his face and then flashed him a somewhat smug smile. Contrarily, the young man´s calm face seemed to darken for a moment when he realised who he had saved just now. At least, his gaze became a lot frostier.

Smirking Rufus thought how the man must have felt that he had saved the man he and his sect were practically damning into the deepest pits of hell every day and couldn´t help but drawl a friendly and overly sweet “Thank you for saving me.”

Despite being a well-known homosexual and therefore a natural enemy to the Mother´s Children, Rufus Shinra was a renowned and popular agent. He managed only the top models and celebrities, therefore being constantly on screen too. And he´d had the one or other complaint and verbal attack to suffer from the Circle.

To cut a long story short: they were more or less sworn enemies. Or at least the Circle had made Rufus its target and scapegoat for all the ‘evil’ in the world. Rufus himself just found it ridiculous and annoying and otherwise wouldn´t have cared about those fanatics at all, if only they wouldn´t try to boycott and stir up hatred against his person whenever they could.

Which was quite a pity when he thought about it, mustering the exceptional beauty in front of him. Said man just nodded curtly, frostily eyeing Rufus before averting his eyes and attempting to just walk away. Apparently he didn´t deem the blond worthy of stealing more of the precious time he needed to try to convert the hurrying pedestrians.

“I´m really grateful,” Rufus added, the shock of nearly being hit by a truck already forgotten as he casually stood in the rain, one hand buried in his pocket, where he played with one of his business cards, pulling it out and holding it towards the young man between two fingers.

“May I ask what the name of my saviour is?” He graced the Son, as the Sect called their male members, with another bitter-sweet smile.

The man eyed the card held towards him as if it carried every lethal disease imagineable. It seemed that he was fighting some inner battle against himself, or more against his aversion for Rufus Shinra and the rule of being friendly and respectful to everyone when on a missionary mission.

Eventually he slowly took the card and without a second glance it vanished inside his own pocket. Then he said curtly “Yazoo.”

“Yazoo, mh?” Rufus repeated, unashamedly seizing Yazoo up again.

“Well then Yazoo, nice to make your acquaintance. My name is Ru-”

“I already know who you are, Mister Shinra” the young man interrupted coolly, his expressionless gaze resting on Rufus´ face, albeit the blond was almost sure that he had detected a slightly disgusted gleam in the Son´s emerald eyes.

“Oh? I´m honoured that you know me,” Mister Shinra answered in mock surprise, adding sweetly “Given that you are not allowed the pleasures of TV and everything else that is fun.”

“It is fairly impossible to escape your ubiquitous presence these days. Whether one wants to or not” Yazoo answered, managing to sound hostile despite his neutral tone.

“Ah, I see… So, how about I invite you for lunch, since you saved my life and all.” Rufus couldn´t help but rub it under his nose again, but superficially he also asked because he thought that Yazoo was just the kind of person he wouldn´t push out of bed. And because he thought it amusing to unnerve him a bit.

Apparently Yazoo was very well aware of Rufus´ not so hidden ulterior motives as he raised his chin a little, declaring frostily and slightly scandalized “Thank you for the offer, but I have to decline.” And then adding just for good measure, “I am marrying tomorrow.”

“Ah, that´s too bad,” the other said, but then giving a casual shrug. “Well, in case you change your mind, you have my card. Should you ever need a job, don´t hesitate to stop by or give me a call. You could make quite the career.”

Yazoo didn’t deign to answer, but gave another polite nod, before turning on his heels and continuing on his way.

Shaking his head slightly, Rufus let his languid gaze wander over the documents he hadn´t read, thinking that it was a shame that the Circle kept the most promising guys away from his business. He was pretty sure that the business card he´d given Yazoo, and that most people would have killed to get, was rotting away in some trash bin by now.

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let the paper he’d been holding flutter back on the desk. He was just about to decide that he would leave the paperwork in favour of an early lunch when his intercom crackled.

Slightly unnerved, the blond pushed the button, asking impatiently, “What?”

“I am sorry to disturb you,” came the distorted voice of his PA and bodyguard Tseng, “but you have a visitor.”

Brows furrowed, Rufus answered “I don’t have any appointments scheduled for today.”

“I know,” Tseng said, sounding somewhat strange. “But there is a young man who has your card. Your personal card.”

The blond stared blankly at the intercom for a moment before he said, “Send him in.”

Standing from his chair somewhat abruptly, Rufus strode over to the door to welcome his guest, all thoughts of lunch forgotten.

*

“Now, what a pleasant surprise to see you again. And here I thought-” the wry smile froze to Rufus´ handsome features upon seeing the shivering, shell-shocked figure standing in his door.

Tseng, who stood behind the guest, shot Rufus a quick look, ready to step in and take the man away, but the blond signaled him that it was alright.

Carefully he pulled a dripping wet, wide-eyed Yazoo into his office, closing the door behind him. Then he guided the stiff man to one of his comfortable chairs and pressed him down to sit with little effort. Apparently the Son was still under some kind of shock, as he just continued to stare at the thin air in utter horror.

“Are you alright?” Rufus asked, despite himself, because obviously the young man was everything but. Still, they somehow needed to get at it…

The Son’s eyes darted over to the blond that was half leaning over him, one arm propped at the chairs armrest, and a slightly worried expression on his face. Yazoo just gaped at the man open mouthed, continuing to shiver and not saying a word. Rufus wasn´t even sure that the man was seeing him. Rufus was seeing him though, and he couldn´t say that it was a sight he didn´t like. Those opened, full lips and big eyes looked rather tempting, he had to admit…

Pushing the thought aside in slight annoyance, the blond carefully squeezed Yazoo´s shoulder to get his attention. Usually he wasn´t known for being particularly understanding or gentle, -quite the contrary: he was a hard-bitten businessman- but if need be he could deal with almost everything. It was his job, after all.

“Yazoo,” he intoned slowly, and upon hearing his name the young man seemed to somewhat come back to his senses, narrowing his eyes and staring at the man above him.

“Do you know where you are?” Rufus asked, intending to make Yazoo realise what was going on. The silver haired man threw a quick look around the expensive office with its mahogany shelves, thick carpets, high windows and glass, chrome and black leather interior.

He nodded, looking somewhat confused.

“Good.” Rufus gave him a wry smile, adding with a somewhat sardonic undertone. “And do you know who I am?”

Actually he had expected a more spectacular reaction than the mechanical nod he received again. Something along the lines of a heart attack, or at least a disgusted little glare. Frowning, Rufus wondered what could have happened that was so shocking that it outweighed being alone in a room with Rufus Shinra, far away from help and utterly at his mercy. And it seemed that Yazoo was fully aware of it now, which made the whole situation even more curious.

Clearing his throat and lifting an eyebrow Rufus finally asked in a slightly alienated, but still carefully inquiring voice, “I may be wrong, but aren´t you supposed to be at your wedding?”

Judging from Yazoo´s attire he surely was supposed to partake in some kind of festivities.

The blond instantly regretted his question though, as the trembling increased and a strangled sound escaped the young man´s delicate throat. Rufus held his hands up in an appeasing manner, attempting to calm Yazoo down. Before he could ask what had upset him so however, the door flew open with a loud bang.

Outraged by the sudden and rude interruption Rufus´ head snapped around, but the acrid words never left his mouth.

Another stunningly beautiful –though in a darker, melancholy way- young man entered the room, looking quite agitated. He was clad in a suit as well, his raven hair dripping wet and in one hand he held a camcorder. With the other he tried to fend off Tseng, while his eyes frantically searched the room. Eventually they found Yazoo and the man tried even harder to get Rufus´ bodyguard away from him, who was already ordering for re-enforcement through his cell.

“Tseng, it´s alright, let go of him,” the blond ordered, moving away from Yazoo and casually walking up to the two men. It wasn´t abnormal that people tried to storm his office, so he wasn´t all that bothered or unprepared. It was the first time that those people were from the Circle and that they didn´t attack him, though.

“What did you do to him?” the dark haired young man hissed, pushing Tseng aside and hurrying over to Yazoo.

“Nothing,” Rufus replied smoothly, giving his skeptic bodyguard a sign to withdraw. “Your companion came here all by himself.”

Vincent threw him a cold look before bestowing his attention back to Yazoo and his features soften as he reached out to touch his face. The silver haired youth backed away, however, face stony and fingers digging into the soft leather armrests.

“It seems the bad guy isn´t me this time,” Rufus pointed out with just a hidden, biting undertone, hands casually put in his pocket as he eyed the two men with stoic patience.

Closing his eyes briefly, Vincent seemed to gather himself together, then he turned his head towards the blond and asked in a forced, calm tone “Could you please leave us alone for a moment?”

Rufus mustered him with equally cool and estimating eyes. Then he just gave a nonchalant shrug and left the room, closing the door behind him with a fake, polite little smile.

*

Back at the church, the bride, the guests, and most of all, the priest, were becoming a bit restless and impatient. Neither from the crowd -put up on the hard wooden benches- dared to murmur or show their confusion about the groom’s absence, but the silence that became longer and heavier lay over the party like a thick, suffocating veil.

The bride, clad in her high-necked, simple black dress, hands modestly folded before her lap kept staring at the ground. Every once in a while she exchanged a quick, worried glance with her bridesmaid Tifa, who in exchange threw asking glances at her husband Loz, but all the man could do was shrug and look as clueless as everyone else.

Sephiroth stood by the altar in his impressive robe, silver hair cascading down the long, expensive fabric. He gave an impression of being absolutely calm and unfazed, just as if he hadn´t expect anything else but for Yazoo and his groomsman to be late and if it was perfectly normal that they messed up the ceremony and the carefully planned, tight procedure.

Underneath that calm mask he was fuming though. His cool gaze wandered over the guests, daring them to do just so much as coughing, when his eyes finally fell upon a certain redhead. The young man loitered on the last bench in a casual, almost bored position and looked absolutely unfazed by the tense atmosphere. Upon noticing Sephiroth´s eyes on him he flashed the man a sweet smile, winked and waved a little with his hand.

Apparently the high priest was not amused, as his eyes narrowed and his full lips pressed into a thin line.

He had never liked Reno and his flamboyant attitude and he´d rather not have him be an acquaintance of Yazoo´s, but since they were in his debt he had to grudgingly tolerate the man´s presence every once in a while. That Yazoo had remained unimpressed by his influence was just a small consolation now. He could almost feel that the annoying brat had something to do with Yazoo´s absence, and if this was so then the goddess help him!

From a hidden side door that led away from the churches main aisle, another figure in a priests robe with black, spiky hair and bright, friendly blue eyes –that looked rather worried right now- came up to the altar.

After a quick, humble bow before the gigantic statue of the one-winged goddess Jenova that loomed over the altar, he came to stand beside Sephiroth, hastily whispering into the man´s ear.

“I am sorry, we couldn´t find him anywhere in this place. Genesis is driving around to see if he can find him anywhere near… ”

“I see,” the priest said in a calm, sonorous voice, face looking utterly blank. “Search again and make sure no one leaves nor enters this room.”

Zack gave a short nod and left the aisle. Sephiroth motioned for one of the other priests with a look to take over his place and then went down the aisle as well. With another cold look he ordered Reno to follow him, the man looking back in mock astonishment but then shrugging and heaving himself up from the uncomfortable bench.

Shuffling behind the proud man the redhead followed him with not too much enthusiasm, feeling all eyes on him and flashing the blank faced crowd his best toothy grin.

Sephiroth led him to a room that was almost some kind of an office, and with a curt, imperious gesture ordered him to sit on a chair before his desk, closing the door behind them. The redhead casually plopped down on his seat, expectantly looking at the older man who gracefully sat down behind his desk, fingertips together and sporting a relatively calm expression.

His voice however held just the tiniest unnerved, almost threatening undertone when he said gravely “Where is he?”

Reno tilted his head, asking with big, innocent eyes “Who?”

“My brother. Yazoo. The one who was supposed to marry today,” Sephiroth said lowly, piercing the man in front of him with his icy, scrutinizing eyes. He´d rather have snapped the annoying runt’s neck in half, but he restrained himself. Randomly killing off disbelievers was a chapter in their history that lay way behind them in the past. Unfortunately.

“Ooooh,” was the reply, Reno making a face as if he just remembered, but then he shrugged, looking at his nails. “Dunno.”

Silence reigned between them, the priest not letting his orbs stray off the man and not buying his innocent act either. He´d just stare the answer out of him, it had worked with people of a whole different caliber. A caliber way above Reno.

“But,” the redhead marvelled suddenly, looking up from his manicured hands, “I´m pretty certain there won´t be anyone marrying today.” His lips twitched into a sweet smile, as he thought about the camera he had ‘accidently’ left in Yazoo´s dressing room.

TBC
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Hehe, Rufus is a pervy in this one, so there´ll certainly be smut with him involved. That is, after I got over some plot I have to draw out... And that´s next chapter, maybe.

I´m wondering if there is a significant relationship between writing smut and getting reviews?

Could you give me some feedback even though there was no smut in this chapter, pretty please? *puppy eyes*