Silver and Gold
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Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
748
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Silver and Gold
BY: Julia Okokou (The Sephirothslave)
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Final Fantasy VII or any of the characters. They all belong toSquareEnix. On the other hand, all of the ideas in this story are my own, as well as the OCs therein.
A/N: Yes, there is an OC. No, she is not your average crappy Mary-Sue-ish creature that is the very bane of fanfiction. If you don't like OC stories, this is not the story for you. For those of you who DO like OCs, know that the story does not center on her, but rather on the interactions of the Turks.
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Silver and Gold
Chapter 1.)
In the classic style of the Turks, the day began like most others…with arguing that could be heard for miles. Reno, whose fear of arachnids matched and surpassed that of the worst arachnophobe in all of recorded history, had come in to the office to find a live scorpion in the desk drawer that he normally kept his stash of cigarettes in.
“Get it the fuck out of my desk!” Reno yelled, backed into the furthest corner away from the creature as was possible in the generously sized room.
Unfortunately for the redhead, his four co-workers were helplessly dissolved in laughter. Watching him panic, freak out, and scream like a five-year-old girl had been just what they needed to start the morning off.
Finally, one of the two women in the room got to her feet and strolled over to the desk. Carelessly grabbing the offending animal, she went and placed it in a small plastic cage, to which was added a few crickets for it to much on. It was then put in the lowest drawer of her own desk. Smirking, she twirled a strand of her long golden hair around her finger. “What? Don’t you like my pet?”
“Damn it, Julia! You know very well that I hate those damn things!” Scowling, Reno cautiously returned to his seat and fished out his cigarettes.
“These little guys aren’t dangerous.” She smiled sweetly. “But you know…some breeds have enough venom to rot the flash right off your bones.”
He shuddered. “How `bout you just shut the hell up?”
Shrugging, she fell silent.
“Alright, children…” Tseng laughed. “Believe it or not, we do have work to do today.” Glancing down at the folder that he held in his hand, he continued. “First on the list…Reno, Julia…you two get to go up North on Monday. You’ll need to pack clothes for a three-week stay. Remember, there is snow, so dress warmly.”
“What in the hell do I need to go up there with her for?” Reno asked, gearing up for a massive explosion of tempers.
“You’re going to gather information on Sephiroth’s whereabouts.” Tseng smirked. “Your specific orders are to take him out…but we all know that it’s going to require more than two Turks to kill that son of a bitch.”
“Don’t count on it.” Julia allowed herself a carnal grin. “A lot can happen in three weeks.”
“Well, if you can manage, more power to you. However, I’m less concerned about you killing Sephiroth, and more concerned about you killing Reno…or vice versa.” Scanning the document containing all the information the two would need for their mission, he finally sighed and dropped the bomb. “By the way…this is an undercover mission. You’re going as a husband and wife. You’ll be sharing a room…with one bed…and…”
He was cut off as both Reno and Julia leapt to their feet and began to protest. “There is no way on this God damned Planet that I’m going to share a room – much less a bed – with this inefficient, irresponsible, lazy little shit!” Julia raged.
As she was saying that, Reno was interjecting his opinions. “Fuck no! I’d rather be castrated than sleep in a bed with this bitch!”
“That can be arranged!” Julia shrieked.
Completely ignoring the objections, Tseng placed two separate files on each of their desks. “One has your orders, the other has your fake ID and credit cards. You are each allotted 1.5 million gil for the mission to spend as necessary. When you return with the information, five million gil will be added to your bank accounts. You will, of course, continue to receive your weekly paychecks…which will be directly deposited to your accounts.” When he turned around me was not surprised to find Rude restraining Reno and Elena restraining Julia. Both were struggling to get free so they could cheerfully murder each other.
Tseng made a mental note to mention to the President that these two were not compatible for such a close undercover relationship.
He took a seat and continued, seemingly oblivious to the chaos reigning in the room. “Today, the five of us are flying over to Junon. President Shinra apparently has some sort of business dinner part tonight, and we need to play bodyguard.”
“…Damn.” Rude muttered. “He knows tonight is usually our only night off, right?”
“The good news it that there are some damn good bars in Junon. We get off at 11:00…and we don’t fly back until noon on Saturday.” Tseng smiled. “So you all will get time to drink yourselves under the table before the night is out.”
“Good.” Reno spat onto the carpeted floor. “There’s one fucking bright point in this suck-ass day.” Frowning, he asked, “Ya got any other bad news to give us?”
“Depends on what you define as bad.” Tseng laughed, indicating that there was indeed more.
“Why don’t you just tell us…?” Julia asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
“At Junon, we are allotted three rooms. By virtue of my seniority, I get my own room. Therefore there’s two to a room. In light of your upcoming mission, the President has decided that you two,” he gestured at Reno and Julia. “are to begin getting used to each other. You’re in a room. Rude, Elena, I know that you two won’t kill each other, but if one of you will occasionally check in on these lunatics, I would appreciate it. Your rooms are adjoining, so that would be most convenient.”
Not bothering to acknowledge that announcement, Julia was checking her hand guns, assuring all were loaded, and lastly shooting Reno a look that clearly stated, ‘You’re a dead man, asshole.’
“Kill me now…” Reno groaned.
“Are you serious?” Julia asked hopefully, leveling a gun at Reno’s head.
“…Put the gun down, Julia.” Tseng sighed.
Rather nervous by this time, Elena frowned. “Can’t you two at least attempt to get along?”
“No.” They replied simultaneously.
“Continuing with business…” Tseng said quietly, “Rude, you’re going to be in charge of the office for one week starting on Monday. Elena and I are being sent to Wutai from Junon for a diplomatic review. So Elena, you need to pack before we get on the airship this afternoon. You may take your lunch break off to run by your apartment. Now, we’re leaving for Junon at 1:00. You all have until then to complete any paperwork that has to be done for Monday…or you can pack it to do over the weekend. If I know you all, you’ll be too drunk to stand upright, let alone to any form of paperwork.”
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JUNON
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Unlike in Midgar, Junon was still sunny at 4:30. The Turks were going over to the hotel to check in, with the understanding that they were to be at the lodge for the dinner part by 6:00. Of course, with an hour and a half to ill…some form of chaos was bound to ensue.
Promptly placing her night bag on one of the two beds, Julia glared over at Reno. “Listen up. The rules are as follows: Don’t touch me…and you may live through the night.”
“What…like I’d want to touch you.” Reno scoffed. “I’d rather eat shit than be in the same vicinity, let along come in direct contact with you.”
“As long as we’re clear.” Grabbing her shampoo. She vanished into the bathroom.
‘God…what a shitty fucking day…’ Reno sighed as he flopped onto his bed. ‘Stuck in a room with the queen of PMS…and doomed to three weeks alone with her…’ he shuddered. As long as she left her bloody scorpions at home, perhaps he would blow a hole in his own fucking skull…or hers…
When Julia finally reemerged in her pristine uniform, she hurriedly strapped four separate handguns onto her person. Glancing once at her watch, she muttered, “It’s time to go, shit head.”
“Coming, mistress.” Rolling off the bed and to his feet, Reno followed her from the room.
Ten minutes later, the five met up at the lodge. “Ah, you’re both alive!” Tseng laughed. “That’s a good sign, at least.”
“Shut up.” Both muttered, glaring hatefully at each other.
Still chuckling quietly, Tseng told the four other Turks, “Alright, your job is to simply walk around and look threatening. If you spot someone who is not from our company with a weapon, calmly tell them to step outside and arrest them. It has been made very clear that weaponry is strictly prohibited at these events…so they should be well aware of the consequences of ignoring the rules.”
Each nodding in turn, the four turned and headed for the doors to take their positions around the room.
It was going to be a hell of a boring five hours.
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A/N: No lemon yet. If I’m not completely insane, I believe the first lemon-chapter is number three. Um, please leave a review if you happen to feel generous. ^.^
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Final Fantasy VII or any of the characters. They all belong toSquareEnix. On the other hand, all of the ideas in this story are my own, as well as the OCs therein.
A/N: Yes, there is an OC. No, she is not your average crappy Mary-Sue-ish creature that is the very bane of fanfiction. If you don't like OC stories, this is not the story for you. For those of you who DO like OCs, know that the story does not center on her, but rather on the interactions of the Turks.
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Silver and Gold
Chapter 1.)
In the classic style of the Turks, the day began like most others…with arguing that could be heard for miles. Reno, whose fear of arachnids matched and surpassed that of the worst arachnophobe in all of recorded history, had come in to the office to find a live scorpion in the desk drawer that he normally kept his stash of cigarettes in.
“Get it the fuck out of my desk!” Reno yelled, backed into the furthest corner away from the creature as was possible in the generously sized room.
Unfortunately for the redhead, his four co-workers were helplessly dissolved in laughter. Watching him panic, freak out, and scream like a five-year-old girl had been just what they needed to start the morning off.
Finally, one of the two women in the room got to her feet and strolled over to the desk. Carelessly grabbing the offending animal, she went and placed it in a small plastic cage, to which was added a few crickets for it to much on. It was then put in the lowest drawer of her own desk. Smirking, she twirled a strand of her long golden hair around her finger. “What? Don’t you like my pet?”
“Damn it, Julia! You know very well that I hate those damn things!” Scowling, Reno cautiously returned to his seat and fished out his cigarettes.
“These little guys aren’t dangerous.” She smiled sweetly. “But you know…some breeds have enough venom to rot the flash right off your bones.”
He shuddered. “How `bout you just shut the hell up?”
Shrugging, she fell silent.
“Alright, children…” Tseng laughed. “Believe it or not, we do have work to do today.” Glancing down at the folder that he held in his hand, he continued. “First on the list…Reno, Julia…you two get to go up North on Monday. You’ll need to pack clothes for a three-week stay. Remember, there is snow, so dress warmly.”
“What in the hell do I need to go up there with her for?” Reno asked, gearing up for a massive explosion of tempers.
“You’re going to gather information on Sephiroth’s whereabouts.” Tseng smirked. “Your specific orders are to take him out…but we all know that it’s going to require more than two Turks to kill that son of a bitch.”
“Don’t count on it.” Julia allowed herself a carnal grin. “A lot can happen in three weeks.”
“Well, if you can manage, more power to you. However, I’m less concerned about you killing Sephiroth, and more concerned about you killing Reno…or vice versa.” Scanning the document containing all the information the two would need for their mission, he finally sighed and dropped the bomb. “By the way…this is an undercover mission. You’re going as a husband and wife. You’ll be sharing a room…with one bed…and…”
He was cut off as both Reno and Julia leapt to their feet and began to protest. “There is no way on this God damned Planet that I’m going to share a room – much less a bed – with this inefficient, irresponsible, lazy little shit!” Julia raged.
As she was saying that, Reno was interjecting his opinions. “Fuck no! I’d rather be castrated than sleep in a bed with this bitch!”
“That can be arranged!” Julia shrieked.
Completely ignoring the objections, Tseng placed two separate files on each of their desks. “One has your orders, the other has your fake ID and credit cards. You are each allotted 1.5 million gil for the mission to spend as necessary. When you return with the information, five million gil will be added to your bank accounts. You will, of course, continue to receive your weekly paychecks…which will be directly deposited to your accounts.” When he turned around me was not surprised to find Rude restraining Reno and Elena restraining Julia. Both were struggling to get free so they could cheerfully murder each other.
Tseng made a mental note to mention to the President that these two were not compatible for such a close undercover relationship.
He took a seat and continued, seemingly oblivious to the chaos reigning in the room. “Today, the five of us are flying over to Junon. President Shinra apparently has some sort of business dinner part tonight, and we need to play bodyguard.”
“…Damn.” Rude muttered. “He knows tonight is usually our only night off, right?”
“The good news it that there are some damn good bars in Junon. We get off at 11:00…and we don’t fly back until noon on Saturday.” Tseng smiled. “So you all will get time to drink yourselves under the table before the night is out.”
“Good.” Reno spat onto the carpeted floor. “There’s one fucking bright point in this suck-ass day.” Frowning, he asked, “Ya got any other bad news to give us?”
“Depends on what you define as bad.” Tseng laughed, indicating that there was indeed more.
“Why don’t you just tell us…?” Julia asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
“At Junon, we are allotted three rooms. By virtue of my seniority, I get my own room. Therefore there’s two to a room. In light of your upcoming mission, the President has decided that you two,” he gestured at Reno and Julia. “are to begin getting used to each other. You’re in a room. Rude, Elena, I know that you two won’t kill each other, but if one of you will occasionally check in on these lunatics, I would appreciate it. Your rooms are adjoining, so that would be most convenient.”
Not bothering to acknowledge that announcement, Julia was checking her hand guns, assuring all were loaded, and lastly shooting Reno a look that clearly stated, ‘You’re a dead man, asshole.’
“Kill me now…” Reno groaned.
“Are you serious?” Julia asked hopefully, leveling a gun at Reno’s head.
“…Put the gun down, Julia.” Tseng sighed.
Rather nervous by this time, Elena frowned. “Can’t you two at least attempt to get along?”
“No.” They replied simultaneously.
“Continuing with business…” Tseng said quietly, “Rude, you’re going to be in charge of the office for one week starting on Monday. Elena and I are being sent to Wutai from Junon for a diplomatic review. So Elena, you need to pack before we get on the airship this afternoon. You may take your lunch break off to run by your apartment. Now, we’re leaving for Junon at 1:00. You all have until then to complete any paperwork that has to be done for Monday…or you can pack it to do over the weekend. If I know you all, you’ll be too drunk to stand upright, let alone to any form of paperwork.”
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JUNON
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Unlike in Midgar, Junon was still sunny at 4:30. The Turks were going over to the hotel to check in, with the understanding that they were to be at the lodge for the dinner part by 6:00. Of course, with an hour and a half to ill…some form of chaos was bound to ensue.
Promptly placing her night bag on one of the two beds, Julia glared over at Reno. “Listen up. The rules are as follows: Don’t touch me…and you may live through the night.”
“What…like I’d want to touch you.” Reno scoffed. “I’d rather eat shit than be in the same vicinity, let along come in direct contact with you.”
“As long as we’re clear.” Grabbing her shampoo. She vanished into the bathroom.
‘God…what a shitty fucking day…’ Reno sighed as he flopped onto his bed. ‘Stuck in a room with the queen of PMS…and doomed to three weeks alone with her…’ he shuddered. As long as she left her bloody scorpions at home, perhaps he would blow a hole in his own fucking skull…or hers…
When Julia finally reemerged in her pristine uniform, she hurriedly strapped four separate handguns onto her person. Glancing once at her watch, she muttered, “It’s time to go, shit head.”
“Coming, mistress.” Rolling off the bed and to his feet, Reno followed her from the room.
Ten minutes later, the five met up at the lodge. “Ah, you’re both alive!” Tseng laughed. “That’s a good sign, at least.”
“Shut up.” Both muttered, glaring hatefully at each other.
Still chuckling quietly, Tseng told the four other Turks, “Alright, your job is to simply walk around and look threatening. If you spot someone who is not from our company with a weapon, calmly tell them to step outside and arrest them. It has been made very clear that weaponry is strictly prohibited at these events…so they should be well aware of the consequences of ignoring the rules.”
Each nodding in turn, the four turned and headed for the doors to take their positions around the room.
It was going to be a hell of a boring five hours.
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A/N: No lemon yet. If I’m not completely insane, I believe the first lemon-chapter is number three. Um, please leave a review if you happen to feel generous. ^.^