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Title: Family Bliss – Loyalties
Author: Enide Dear
Warning: Aaaaaaaangsty! Violence. Character Death?  No humour intended
A/N: Sparked by all the comments I got on FB- Slumber Party where Kadaj refers to Reno as ‘his’.


”Up against the wall and spread your legs.” The voice was hoarse and desperate in Reno’s ear and something hard stabbed him in the kidneys.

“If I got paid for every time I’ve heard that I’d be a Gods-damned whore, yo” Reno sighed even as he was pushed against the alley wall and roughly patted down in a – in his professional opinion - pretty inefficient weapon search. The EMR was found, but nothing else; weapons weren’t all that common in Midgard any longer and carrying one around only attracted unwanted suspicion even amongst the dregs that the Turks dealt with. And anyway, you weren’t a Turk if you couldn’t rely on turning practically *anything* into an improvised weapon.

From the corner of his eye Reno could see Rude getting the same treatment by another thug and the two Turks exchanged a look. This just wouldn’t do; it was a simple routine mission to establish a contact with a new up and coming illegal materia dealer and if they thought they could get away with this kind of shit towards ShinRa, then they were sadly mistaken. Respect had to be established in the usual way – quick and brutal. Rude’s guy appeared to have some sort of knife – an easy object for Rude to deal with. The dark Turk gave his partner a questioning glance. *You ok to go?*

The hard object against Reno’s kidney was only a problem if he let it be one; nine times out of ten those things were cell phones or a comb, Hell, it might even be the guy’s pointed fingers making it the oldest trick in the world.

Reno nodded and smirked. *Sure, let’s go!*

Rude moved first, easily kicking the thug’s knife away and Reno spun, grabbing for his assailant’s arm and weapon.

The next thing he knew was a booming sound that seemed to fill the world, his belly filling with hideous pain as things in there were *torn apart* violently and then everything, everything, everything turned black.


“Yeah, this is the Valenwinds, deliveries all over the world…yeah, this is Cid Highwind. Who is this? What ya mean it ain’t important? *What?!* When? Where? Is he…” Cid stared at the phone that clicked dead in his hand and felt his fingers shake as he put it back. His head felt dizzy as he turned back towards the kitchen table and the curious gazes aimed at him. “Kadaj, I need ta talk ta ya.”

Kadaj shrugged.

“Whatever it is, you can say it in front of my brothers, you know.” He sipped his soda, weighing on the chair and it almost broke Cid’s heart that he looked so very, very young – like he deserved to do. He shouldn’t have to take on any more weights. But the world wasn’t fair.

“Not this time. Come on.”


“It’s about Reno.” Cid started, sitting Kadaj down on the couch.

“If he’s done something, I had nothing to do with it. I haven’t even heard from him in a week.” Kadaj pouted a bit. “Stupid Turk. He could have at least called.”

“Reno’s been shot.” Cid closed his eyes and shook his head. “Um. Badly. They don’t know if he’s gonna make it.”

Kadaj just stared. What little blood he had in his face left it. Cid continued.

“He’s in the hospital. Been there for several days. ShinRa’s been keepin’ a lid on things as usually. Got an anonymous call…the guy didn’t know much more.”

A strange shiver went through Kadaj, odd twitching of the lithe body. His eyes were glazed over and unreadable as he stood up.

“I need to…” he mumbled, heading for the door out.

“No, ya don’t need ta drive anywhere.” Cid grabbed his elbow gently. “We’ll take the Highwind.”

“Yazoo and Loz…”

“Ya want them along?”

Kadaj nodded, no voice left.

“Then we’re all goin’.”


The hospital wasn’t swarmed over with Turks lurking for protection in every corner, because Turks didn’t need to do things like that. The first sign of their presence was when Vincent sniffed in the air of the long, dreary hospital corridor and frowned.

“Explosives. This place has been rigged.” Neither Cid nor Remnants seemed to care about that as they hurried along, so Vincent made a sour face and followed. It wasn’t as if they had much choice.

Tseng sat in an uncomfortable looking chair reading a dog-eared book, although it didn’t seem as if his eyes moved over the pages even though he turned them regularly. The Head of Turks had found the nexus of a number of corridors and probably dragged the chair over there; most likely nobody at the hospital had dared argue with him. He looked up when the group approached, his fine features turning dark as he saw the Remnants. He pulled out his gun and stood up.

“No.” He said simply, holding out the gun straight before him. “You can’t see him.”

“C’mon Tseng,” Cid sighed, his hand on Kadaj’s trembling shoulder – trembling with equal amounts dread and frustration. “The kid wants ta see his boyfriend, it’s all.”

“And I,” Tseng said in a low voice, “want to keep my Turk safe. And they’re not safe. I should know.”

“That was…” Yazoo started to protest, but Vincent interrupted him.

“How is Reno? Tell us that, at least.”

Tseng glanced at Vincent but didn’t lower the gun.

“Stable. Stable but…still critical. He hasn’t woken up once during the week he’s been here.”

“Why didn’t you call us?”

“This isn’t any of your business, Valentine. This is Turk business and you are not a Turk anymore.”

“Let me see him.” Kadaj said quietly, speaking for the first time since the phone call.  

“No.”

“Let me see him!” Cid had barely time to throw his arms around Kadaj and hold the thrashing body in place as the youngest Remnant suddenly exploded in fear-driven rage. Kadaj fought and snarled in the captain’s grip, tossing from side to side as he tried to wrench free – not that he couldn’t have thrown Cid across the room but either he wasn’t willing to fight the captain sincerely even now or he was too upset to be thinking logical. “I tore you to bloody pieces before and I can do it again!” He screamed at Tseng’s passive face, his eyes burning with a mako-fire strong enough to light up the corridor.

“That didn’t work the last time and it’s not going to do so this time, either. Your….family….has a long history of failing to kill me. And this time I come prepared.” The Turk made a small but tell-tale gesture at his belt, where a trigger device blinked red. “And I will blow up myself, Reno, you, and this hospital before I end up in your hands again!” This time there was just the faintest crack in the stoic voice.

“You only survived the last time because of me,” Vincent stepped between Tseng and the Remnants, keeping his red eyes on the Turk. “You owe me your life. I’m not a Turk anymore, and I had no *obligation* to save you or Elena. Let him see Reno, Tseng. You owe me.”

“No. I don’t trust him.”

“We’ll stay behind as hostages.” Yazoo said suddenly and Loz nodded, both throwing worried glances at their sobbing, raging, youngest brother. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

“Sounds fair to me. Take these.” A new voice suddenly said and the Remnants turned just in time for Loz and Yazoo to catch two small devices thrown at them. Rufus Shinra stood in the other end of the corridor, his white suit almost blending with the sterile walls. “Bombs. Put them on your collars. If Kadaj does anything…Tseng will blow your heads off. Understand?” They nodded, and clipped the small devices in place gingerly under their chins. “Good. Reno is in the third room to your left. Let him go, Tseng.”

Very reluctantly, Tseng stepped away, lowering his gun and Kadaj dashed away along the corridor as Cid let him go.

“You haven’t left Reno alone in there.” Yazoo said, making it only half a question. “Whoever did this to Reno might return to finish the job.”

“Of course not. Rude is there.” Rufus watched the Remnants and their foster-parents with a cool gaze. Healed from the geostigma he was a handsome, tall man but there was tiredness over his eyes that belonged to a much older man.

The two Remnant brothers sighed with relief; anyone who took a rocket launcher at them automatically gained their respect.

“Come on.” Rufus nodded at the four of them. “I’ll buy you some tea and coffee. I’m not sure if the cafeteria has blood and spinal fluid or whatever those two vampires drink but as this is a hospital – and my hospital – I’m sure something can be arranged.”

The Remnants stiffened and glared and Cid fisted his hands. Vincent sighed.

TBC
Title: Family Bliss – Loyalties
Author: Enide Dear
Warning: Aaaaaaaangsty! Violence. Character Death? No humour intended
A/N: Sparked by all the comments I got on FB- Slumber Party where Kadaj refers to Reno as ‘his’.

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midnightpanther's avatar
“Come on.” Rufus nodded at the four of them. “I’ll buy you some tea and coffee. I’m not sure if the cafeteria has blood and spinal fluid or whatever those two vampires drink but as this is a hospital – and my hospital – I’m sure something can be arranged.”
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Am I a terrible person for finding that funny? ^^;