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xantissaBleeding Skies 07: Beasts
Author: xantissa
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Yazoo, Turks, beasts.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of the recognizable characters belong to me, I’m not making any profit from writing this. Just fun.
Warnings: Angst. Slash – male/male relationships. Spoilers – be prepared for everything.
Summary: “At first Reno thought it would be easy to loose the creatures in the labyrinth of small crawlspaces that was the collapsed Midgar, but soon they realized that things weren’t going to go their way this easily.”
Word Count: 1 745
Total word count: 28 506
Beasts
The ruins of Midgar were a place one could easily hide himself in. Not only did the endless expanse of shattered city infrastructure offer numerous hiding places, the place was just as populated as before. Numerous survivors, ex-Shinra workers and street gangs took residence there, greedily claiming as much space as possible. In the years since the Meteor, Midgar changed from a pile of urban trash into a cradle of new city. The many different social groups tended to stick together and offer services for the thousands of hunters that came to Midgar every year. Treasure hunters. Their trade was in digging through the ruins in search of the many things that were buried along with the city, from jewelry and precious items, valuable metals, through the common necessities like furniture and other household items, working machines, up to recovering the data that survived the catastrophe.
The last one was an incredibly well paying job, if dangerous and expensive. Among the many different groups there was one that was interesting to Yazoo. Between his Hounds and his empathy, finding out just which faction was connected to Rufus Shinra the most was child’s play. His summons watched the place those so called treasure hunters set up as their base until they saw somebody with more power than those lowly grunts doing all the dirty work.
Sitting on the huge motorcycle Yazoo closed his eyes and connected with the Hound closest to the fairly well kept, two story building. There was a moment of disorientation as his senses connected with the beast and then the creature showed him what it saw. A vaguely familiar redhead with markings under his eyes and a long, thin ponytail. He wore a trademark suit, if a bit disheveled.
A Turk.
Briefly he paused to wonder if Cloud considered the Turks his friends, but a quick poke over their connection was enough to ascertain that no, he did not consider them friends.
If his brothers were here, he would have cheerfully attempted to wreck merry havoc on everything in sight. They were not here however and Yazoo was painfully aware of the fact he wasn’t allowed any mistakes this time. No half-heartedness would be tolerated, no loss of targets. While he wasn’t really interested in the Reunion their Mother wanted so much, he followed Kadaj simply because he was family. He was more than aware that his heart wasn’t in those battles he fought.
All of them had paid for that carelessness.
Now there wouldn’t be any mistakes. No playing around, no hesitating.
Sephiroth wanted those men, and it was the silver haired man that held the power to bring back the rest of his family.
* * *
Reno looked back over his shoulder at Rude. His partner wasn’t looking too good. His usually pristine suit was dirty and torn in more than one place. His right arm, his primary arm, was cut up pretty badly from where he tried to use his fists to pry the huge jaws of a Hell Hound loose.
They couldn’t really afford the pause, but Rude had to treat the wounds or he would be soon unable to move freely.
It all seemed more than a bit unreal. Just twenty minutes ago they came to Midgar to check on their excavating operation. No sooner had they entered the building when disturbingly familiar summons in the shape of Hell Hounds broke in through the windows, door and even crashing straight through the walls. There were dozens of them. Huge dark bodies melting in and out of shadows, armored heads nosing quickly though the rooms, obviously searching for something.
Rude and he tried to fight off the beasts, hoping to take them one by one in the cramped space of the building, but their plan didn’t really work out. The moment they confronted the first creature, everything froze. Even now he could remember it clearly. The way the Hound looked at him with those golden, glowing eyes of him was eerie. The beast froze, sniffed at him and then his eyes suddenly changed color. From golden to green and the whole atmosphere changed. Somehow Reno got the impression that he was standing in front of a person rather than a beast, the impression of intent was so strong.
Without any outward signs, any kind of visible reason, the remaining beasts left the other people alone and turned towards the Turks.
It didn’t take them long to figure out that they were the target and that their firepower was nowhere near what was needed to deal with the Hounds, so they ran.
At first Reno thought it would be easy to lose the creatures in the labyrinth of small crawlspaces that was the collapsed Midgar, but soon they realized that things weren’t going to go their way this easily. The damn summons were using brute strength to crash though the smaller obstacles, and even if they managed to shake the summons momentarily, they would soon be found again, as if they had a tracking bug on them.
Holed up in what used to be a store and was now just a few slabs of concrete holding together on a prayer, Rude tried his best to administer first aid while Reno kept watch. The redhead wanted to help his partner but lowering his guard for even a moment was too dangerous.
Something skittered in the small crawlspace they came in from and Reno tensed, his electro rod powering up with a faint thrum. The damn fuckers couldn’t have found them this fast, could they?
Carefully he cast a glance towards the entrance and among the many shadows and debris littered on the floor he noticed small, gray shape.
A rat.
Reno released a shaky breath and turned, talking to Rude.
“Yo, how’s the arm? I want to get the fuck out of here already, almost jumped out of my skin for a fucking rat, I’m te…” He trailed off suddenly, realizing that the rat’s eyes were green. Green like no rat ever had and the same glowing, eerie color that the beasts that attacked the headquarters had.
With a curse he lunged back at the entrance but the rat was gone already.
Shit.
“Whoever the bastard is who’s standing behind this whole mess, he’s using not only the big ass Hell Hounds but also the fucking rats!”
Rude grunted tying off the last of the provisory bandages.
“No wonder they keep finding us.” The bigger man said, rising from the stack of crates he’d been using as a bench.
“Yep. PHS isn’t working either, we need to get higher up, closer to the surface for the signal to go through.” Reno grumbled, flipping his PHS closed.
His partner pulled his definitely worse for wear jacket on again. It was time to move again.
* * *
Yazoo smiled and shifted on the bike, his eyes half closed and unseeing. Possessing the creatures he summoned was a dangerous job, mostly because it left him unprotected. Usually Loz would stay with him to watch his back, but now he was alone and more than aware of that fact.
Still, it wasn’t like he couldn’t make do with what he had. Thankfully the creatures he summoned tended to have a lot of affection towards him. In practice it meant that if he left some of them roaming around him, they would automatically protect him from harm. Or at least try.
Yazoo was almost grateful for the chance to lose himself in the action, it made him turn away from the connection to Sephiroth and Cloud. He was aware of what they were both doing at the time, of the powerful emotions that kept pouring out from them. Sephiroth was controlling the flow with his usual efficiency but Cloud wasn’t as experienced. Actually the blond warrior was surprisingly... open, receptive to Yazoo’s gift. It also never ceased to surprise him how different Cloud really was from what he had thought of him. Being so strong, having Mother’s cells in him, Yazoo expected him to be more like... Sephiroth. Instead the blond was a completely different being, different from anything Yazoo has ever known. His emotions were excruciatingly strong, but tended to be directed inwards. Self hatred, depression, disappointment, anger... For reasons known only to himself, Cloud didn’t direct those feelings towards Yazoo, and rarely even Sephiroth. For the most part he seemed to be confused, hurting and disarmingly gentle. It boggled the mind, how someone so fragile could be so strong. It went against everything mother taught them about power…
For those reasons the young clone tended to be drawn to the older blond. The emotions he radiated, the genuine ease with which he accepted the emphatic link was like a balm to his frazzled nerves, soothing the hollow ache his brother’s left behind, healing the pain Sephiroth caused.
Still, it wasn’t a coincidence that he was ordered to act this day rather than any other. He could easily feel the sudden spike in emotions coming from Big Brother, the tension and nervousness and then sudden desire mixed with the first stirrings of acceptance. It wasn’t real yet, it would take a lot of time to get someone as wary and withdrawn as Cloud to open up completely, but it was a start. It pulled at Yazoo, making him remember those who were no longer there. However Sephiroth did not like the idea of Yazoo joining them this time. The clone was obviously good to fix the former General’s screw ups, but the moment he wanted something for himself, he was ordered to get lost.
Angry, resentful and above all achingly lonely, Yazoo almost lost the connection with his beasts, his emotional turmoil making the creatures go berserk.
Forcing the bitter feelings down, he stilled his mind and concentrated on herding the two Turks to the ambush he carefully prepared earlier.
He frowned suddenly, his empathy picking up something... he had no idea what, and that was not something that happened often. With a thought he let go of the beasts, the creatures would follow his orders readily, always so eager to please him.
With his senses free, he cast around searching for the curious feeling. Neither man, nor beast, it called to his empathy, to that odd part of him that spoke to the creatures he summoned. It called sweetly, enticingly, making Yazoo shiver in an unknown before excitement.
The End
(because I run out of steam and didn’t want to leave it sitting on my hard drive)
Author: xantissa
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Yazoo, Turks, beasts.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of the recognizable characters belong to me, I’m not making any profit from writing this. Just fun.
Warnings: Angst. Slash – male/male relationships. Spoilers – be prepared for everything.
Summary: “At first Reno thought it would be easy to loose the creatures in the labyrinth of small crawlspaces that was the collapsed Midgar, but soon they realized that things weren’t going to go their way this easily.”
Word Count: 1 745
Total word count: 28 506
Beasts
The ruins of Midgar were a place one could easily hide himself in. Not only did the endless expanse of shattered city infrastructure offer numerous hiding places, the place was just as populated as before. Numerous survivors, ex-Shinra workers and street gangs took residence there, greedily claiming as much space as possible. In the years since the Meteor, Midgar changed from a pile of urban trash into a cradle of new city. The many different social groups tended to stick together and offer services for the thousands of hunters that came to Midgar every year. Treasure hunters. Their trade was in digging through the ruins in search of the many things that were buried along with the city, from jewelry and precious items, valuable metals, through the common necessities like furniture and other household items, working machines, up to recovering the data that survived the catastrophe.
The last one was an incredibly well paying job, if dangerous and expensive. Among the many different groups there was one that was interesting to Yazoo. Between his Hounds and his empathy, finding out just which faction was connected to Rufus Shinra the most was child’s play. His summons watched the place those so called treasure hunters set up as their base until they saw somebody with more power than those lowly grunts doing all the dirty work.
Sitting on the huge motorcycle Yazoo closed his eyes and connected with the Hound closest to the fairly well kept, two story building. There was a moment of disorientation as his senses connected with the beast and then the creature showed him what it saw. A vaguely familiar redhead with markings under his eyes and a long, thin ponytail. He wore a trademark suit, if a bit disheveled.
A Turk.
Briefly he paused to wonder if Cloud considered the Turks his friends, but a quick poke over their connection was enough to ascertain that no, he did not consider them friends.
If his brothers were here, he would have cheerfully attempted to wreck merry havoc on everything in sight. They were not here however and Yazoo was painfully aware of the fact he wasn’t allowed any mistakes this time. No half-heartedness would be tolerated, no loss of targets. While he wasn’t really interested in the Reunion their Mother wanted so much, he followed Kadaj simply because he was family. He was more than aware that his heart wasn’t in those battles he fought.
All of them had paid for that carelessness.
Now there wouldn’t be any mistakes. No playing around, no hesitating.
Sephiroth wanted those men, and it was the silver haired man that held the power to bring back the rest of his family.
* * *
Reno looked back over his shoulder at Rude. His partner wasn’t looking too good. His usually pristine suit was dirty and torn in more than one place. His right arm, his primary arm, was cut up pretty badly from where he tried to use his fists to pry the huge jaws of a Hell Hound loose.
They couldn’t really afford the pause, but Rude had to treat the wounds or he would be soon unable to move freely.
It all seemed more than a bit unreal. Just twenty minutes ago they came to Midgar to check on their excavating operation. No sooner had they entered the building when disturbingly familiar summons in the shape of Hell Hounds broke in through the windows, door and even crashing straight through the walls. There were dozens of them. Huge dark bodies melting in and out of shadows, armored heads nosing quickly though the rooms, obviously searching for something.
Rude and he tried to fight off the beasts, hoping to take them one by one in the cramped space of the building, but their plan didn’t really work out. The moment they confronted the first creature, everything froze. Even now he could remember it clearly. The way the Hound looked at him with those golden, glowing eyes of him was eerie. The beast froze, sniffed at him and then his eyes suddenly changed color. From golden to green and the whole atmosphere changed. Somehow Reno got the impression that he was standing in front of a person rather than a beast, the impression of intent was so strong.
Without any outward signs, any kind of visible reason, the remaining beasts left the other people alone and turned towards the Turks.
It didn’t take them long to figure out that they were the target and that their firepower was nowhere near what was needed to deal with the Hounds, so they ran.
At first Reno thought it would be easy to lose the creatures in the labyrinth of small crawlspaces that was the collapsed Midgar, but soon they realized that things weren’t going to go their way this easily. The damn summons were using brute strength to crash though the smaller obstacles, and even if they managed to shake the summons momentarily, they would soon be found again, as if they had a tracking bug on them.
Holed up in what used to be a store and was now just a few slabs of concrete holding together on a prayer, Rude tried his best to administer first aid while Reno kept watch. The redhead wanted to help his partner but lowering his guard for even a moment was too dangerous.
Something skittered in the small crawlspace they came in from and Reno tensed, his electro rod powering up with a faint thrum. The damn fuckers couldn’t have found them this fast, could they?
Carefully he cast a glance towards the entrance and among the many shadows and debris littered on the floor he noticed small, gray shape.
A rat.
Reno released a shaky breath and turned, talking to Rude.
“Yo, how’s the arm? I want to get the fuck out of here already, almost jumped out of my skin for a fucking rat, I’m te…” He trailed off suddenly, realizing that the rat’s eyes were green. Green like no rat ever had and the same glowing, eerie color that the beasts that attacked the headquarters had.
With a curse he lunged back at the entrance but the rat was gone already.
Shit.
“Whoever the bastard is who’s standing behind this whole mess, he’s using not only the big ass Hell Hounds but also the fucking rats!”
Rude grunted tying off the last of the provisory bandages.
“No wonder they keep finding us.” The bigger man said, rising from the stack of crates he’d been using as a bench.
“Yep. PHS isn’t working either, we need to get higher up, closer to the surface for the signal to go through.” Reno grumbled, flipping his PHS closed.
His partner pulled his definitely worse for wear jacket on again. It was time to move again.
* * *
Yazoo smiled and shifted on the bike, his eyes half closed and unseeing. Possessing the creatures he summoned was a dangerous job, mostly because it left him unprotected. Usually Loz would stay with him to watch his back, but now he was alone and more than aware of that fact.
Still, it wasn’t like he couldn’t make do with what he had. Thankfully the creatures he summoned tended to have a lot of affection towards him. In practice it meant that if he left some of them roaming around him, they would automatically protect him from harm. Or at least try.
Yazoo was almost grateful for the chance to lose himself in the action, it made him turn away from the connection to Sephiroth and Cloud. He was aware of what they were both doing at the time, of the powerful emotions that kept pouring out from them. Sephiroth was controlling the flow with his usual efficiency but Cloud wasn’t as experienced. Actually the blond warrior was surprisingly... open, receptive to Yazoo’s gift. It also never ceased to surprise him how different Cloud really was from what he had thought of him. Being so strong, having Mother’s cells in him, Yazoo expected him to be more like... Sephiroth. Instead the blond was a completely different being, different from anything Yazoo has ever known. His emotions were excruciatingly strong, but tended to be directed inwards. Self hatred, depression, disappointment, anger... For reasons known only to himself, Cloud didn’t direct those feelings towards Yazoo, and rarely even Sephiroth. For the most part he seemed to be confused, hurting and disarmingly gentle. It boggled the mind, how someone so fragile could be so strong. It went against everything mother taught them about power…
For those reasons the young clone tended to be drawn to the older blond. The emotions he radiated, the genuine ease with which he accepted the emphatic link was like a balm to his frazzled nerves, soothing the hollow ache his brother’s left behind, healing the pain Sephiroth caused.
Still, it wasn’t a coincidence that he was ordered to act this day rather than any other. He could easily feel the sudden spike in emotions coming from Big Brother, the tension and nervousness and then sudden desire mixed with the first stirrings of acceptance. It wasn’t real yet, it would take a lot of time to get someone as wary and withdrawn as Cloud to open up completely, but it was a start. It pulled at Yazoo, making him remember those who were no longer there. However Sephiroth did not like the idea of Yazoo joining them this time. The clone was obviously good to fix the former General’s screw ups, but the moment he wanted something for himself, he was ordered to get lost.
Angry, resentful and above all achingly lonely, Yazoo almost lost the connection with his beasts, his emotional turmoil making the creatures go berserk.
Forcing the bitter feelings down, he stilled his mind and concentrated on herding the two Turks to the ambush he carefully prepared earlier.
He frowned suddenly, his empathy picking up something... he had no idea what, and that was not something that happened often. With a thought he let go of the beasts, the creatures would follow his orders readily, always so eager to please him.
With his senses free, he cast around searching for the curious feeling. Neither man, nor beast, it called to his empathy, to that odd part of him that spoke to the creatures he summoned. It called sweetly, enticingly, making Yazoo shiver in an unknown before excitement.
The End
(because I run out of steam and didn’t want to leave it sitting on my hard drive)
