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Title: Seriously - Rated T for Turks
CAT: Final fantasy VII
Warnings: Self insert
Story Link: PBF- FoSff
Series: Sector 8 - PBF Sector 8 - FoSff
Summary: You have got to be kidding me.
Notes:
This takes place after Hikou beats Dean and Raphael but right before they are found. And is meant to be somewhat of a break for Snow.
Seriously?
The cafeteria is oddly silent. I think, in part, because I am sitting alone. The kids are gone, perhaps for good. Mikari and Elena are off on some mission and Reno and Rude are with the president. That leaves me alone, the off Turk. And it’s an odd feeling when I’m used to a partner.
He’s the only one dumb enough to break free and sit with a Turk. His smile his welcome, his words are not.
“I hear you lost two.” Syn is quick to make himself known.
“Word travels faster than I remember.” I answer, I don’t make eye contact. “What of it?”
“They just finished their training too.” He off handedly adds, his sun glasses sit on the table next to his tray. “You’re going to have to train some new kids, then?”
“Not for awhile.” But I don’t know how true that is. We get a decent amount of applications; I’d prefer to scout out our own. Who knows if I’ll have my way?
He’s not here to eat. I do not need to look up at him to know that.
“Don’t look so down, Ray.” He coos, deciding it’s better to sit next to me than across from me. “I could replace both of those kids easily.”
I look at him incredulously. Of all the stupid things to say, and my displeasure shows in so many ways I cannot even begin to count them.
“No, Syn, you couldn’t.”
“Well, perhaps not in annoyance,” he offers, “But in skill and competence - I’ve easily got them beat.”
“I think you’re besting Dean in annoyance right now.” I retort sharply. “You’re skilled enough, but you’re way to fucking nice.”
Syn blinks slowly.
“You don’t have what it takes. You can talk, good on you for that. But the Turks need something more.” I shake my head almost ready to shoot ice at him, “You’re not capable of it.”
He ponders for a moment, “It’s alright. I don’t want to be in the Turks anyways,” and as though I haven’t gotten angry he smiles again as he puts his arm around me, “I’m here for other things, other reasons.”
I half look up.
“The Turks may not need me, but I’ll wager that you do.”
He’s arrogant. And I like it. It makes me smile because someone has gotten passed this wall I’ve worked so hard to build. And it should annoy me. I should react with a good materia strike and I can’t. I groan inwardly.
“Am I that transparent?”
Syn shakes his head, “Nope. I just know you well enough by now. You’re unhappy about the way things are going.”
“Yes, I am. Because I hate losing control.” I sigh heavily thinking that I should be thankful he’s gotten me to talk.
“Control what you can. As I recall, the Turks are still human too.” He nods lightly and he quirks an eyebrow when I’ve laughed at him.
“Are you kidding me?” I choke out, “You can’t believe that any more than you believe you can be in the Turks.”
He stands placing a kiss on my forehead, “That’s the smile I like to see.” He winks, “Wish I could stay, but once the mission’s done I gotta go to the next.”
And it amuses me that he’s pretending he knows how we work. But I do understand he’s got to keep working. He’s not here as much as either of us would like. I sigh happily that I could be distracted enough to smile and laugh. That I could enjoy just one moment outside of reality.
But he can’t be serious.
At least, not in my mind. The Turks would break him into a whole new man - and I can pretty much assure not a one of us would like it.
CAT: Final fantasy VII
Warnings: Self insert
Story Link: PBF- FoSff
Series: Sector 8 - PBF Sector 8 - FoSff
Summary: You have got to be kidding me.
Notes:
This takes place after Hikou beats Dean and Raphael but right before they are found. And is meant to be somewhat of a break for Snow.
Seriously?
The cafeteria is oddly silent. I think, in part, because I am sitting alone. The kids are gone, perhaps for good. Mikari and Elena are off on some mission and Reno and Rude are with the president. That leaves me alone, the off Turk. And it’s an odd feeling when I’m used to a partner.
He’s the only one dumb enough to break free and sit with a Turk. His smile his welcome, his words are not.
“I hear you lost two.” Syn is quick to make himself known.
“Word travels faster than I remember.” I answer, I don’t make eye contact. “What of it?”
“They just finished their training too.” He off handedly adds, his sun glasses sit on the table next to his tray. “You’re going to have to train some new kids, then?”
“Not for awhile.” But I don’t know how true that is. We get a decent amount of applications; I’d prefer to scout out our own. Who knows if I’ll have my way?
He’s not here to eat. I do not need to look up at him to know that.
“Don’t look so down, Ray.” He coos, deciding it’s better to sit next to me than across from me. “I could replace both of those kids easily.”
I look at him incredulously. Of all the stupid things to say, and my displeasure shows in so many ways I cannot even begin to count them.
“No, Syn, you couldn’t.”
“Well, perhaps not in annoyance,” he offers, “But in skill and competence - I’ve easily got them beat.”
“I think you’re besting Dean in annoyance right now.” I retort sharply. “You’re skilled enough, but you’re way to fucking nice.”
Syn blinks slowly.
“You don’t have what it takes. You can talk, good on you for that. But the Turks need something more.” I shake my head almost ready to shoot ice at him, “You’re not capable of it.”
He ponders for a moment, “It’s alright. I don’t want to be in the Turks anyways,” and as though I haven’t gotten angry he smiles again as he puts his arm around me, “I’m here for other things, other reasons.”
I half look up.
“The Turks may not need me, but I’ll wager that you do.”
He’s arrogant. And I like it. It makes me smile because someone has gotten passed this wall I’ve worked so hard to build. And it should annoy me. I should react with a good materia strike and I can’t. I groan inwardly.
“Am I that transparent?”
Syn shakes his head, “Nope. I just know you well enough by now. You’re unhappy about the way things are going.”
“Yes, I am. Because I hate losing control.” I sigh heavily thinking that I should be thankful he’s gotten me to talk.
“Control what you can. As I recall, the Turks are still human too.” He nods lightly and he quirks an eyebrow when I’ve laughed at him.
“Are you kidding me?” I choke out, “You can’t believe that any more than you believe you can be in the Turks.”
He stands placing a kiss on my forehead, “That’s the smile I like to see.” He winks, “Wish I could stay, but once the mission’s done I gotta go to the next.”
And it amuses me that he’s pretending he knows how we work. But I do understand he’s got to keep working. He’s not here as much as either of us would like. I sigh happily that I could be distracted enough to smile and laugh. That I could enjoy just one moment outside of reality.
But he can’t be serious.
At least, not in my mind. The Turks would break him into a whole new man - and I can pretty much assure not a one of us would like it.