Goo Goo G’joob [Complete.]

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Characters: Rion Steiner, Zack Fair, any Masonic Lodge dwellers. Contact if you want to hop in.
Content: Creation of the Delmetor was a success, and it came with some... interesting side effects. While letting them wear off, Rion’s housed himself for a couple weeks, and is stumbled upon.
Location: The Grand Masonic Lodge.
Time of day: Evening.

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[hisdreamsmyfate]

So running had become quite a habit with him in the past few years. Running from ShinRa, running from the Turks. Running from problems. But it wasn't always bad

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He had a feeling this would have happened.

Making his way to the kitchen, the SOLDIER did his best to hurry and gather up what he needed; a few small tubs of yogurt, juice, bottled water, and even a few paper towels for good measure. Holding nearly everything under one arm, he dashed back up the stairs and into the room where the younger boy was screaming, carelessly dropping everything onto the floor as he crouched down and laying one hand against the other's arm in reassurance.

"I took care of them! They're dead, they're gone! No more pickles!" He tried, over and over and hoping the boy would hear him at least.

Sighing, the dark-haired man realized he had forgotten spoons for the yogurt and opened one of the tubs, holding it up to the younger boy and intending for him to just... well, drink it, in a way. "The tortilla needs more filling. Here. I found some meat."

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If it wasn’t for the fact that the drugs had taken such an... abnormal effect on Rion’s system, he probably wouldn’t have relaxed in the way he had so easily upon the man’s return. As it were, fortunately, he eased, his back pressed to the front of the bed and he felt the pillow against his back. If not for that, he probably would have fallen right over. He could hardly even hold his own head upright.

His sense of smell was keen, though easily manipulated. If someone were to tell him that the sky tasted like lemons and that the color blue did, in fact, have a flavor, Rion probably would’ve been swifter to believe in it. He probably wouldn’t have believed that this guy had magically taken care of the army of a thousand, malicious pickles and voles.

Must’ve been a blue moon or something. The tattoos on the back of his eyelids and blue moons and wilted flowers dead in their vases and

meat

The instinct that incited the hunger override crazed paranoia. Never mind mother saying never to take candy from strangers because it wasn’t like

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Zack allowed himself to relax when the boy did, cautiously letting go of the tub incase the other dropped it and spilled the yogurt all over his clothes. He had performed a change of clothes on a helpless individual in the past, but he hadn't necessarily enjoyed it.

He was SOLDIER, not a mother.

Taking the wad of paper towels, the dark-haired man squirted a bit of water onto them and began wiping at the caked-on blood over the boy's face and ears. He needed to get clean any possible way.

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Maybe Rion wasn’t as hungry as he had thought. Or maybe his metabolism was just much different from a normal person’s. The boy never was much of an eater. A few bites were usually enough. And those weeks spent of Harry and Lilia trying to shove food down his throat (and Garnet hadn’t been much different) had been enough to turn him off.

He winced a bit when he felt the unexpected cloth dab over his face, lowering the tub from his mouth as he did so. The caked blood on his face started peeling off with some effort.

“Who are you?”

Not God. Not him, who Rion was just speaking to moments ago. Not that other guy, either. The one who was hit by the folding chair. He was asleep now. This was someone else. He could tell by the voice. Yet part of him was still drifting farther and farther away, and even then it was the first sign of actual coherency since the encounter.

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Zack allowed himself to smile softly when the blood began to peel and wash away, thinking over the boy's question carefully. The whole point of running was to start over, begin a new life. He ran to forget the past and work on the future.

'I'm Zack. SOLDIER, First Class.'

'You are still human.'

'Are you the escaped sample?'

Zack Fair? No. That name couldn't be extended to the public. Not with any Turks sniffing around. So... the next best option...

"Big Brother. I'm here to help."

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There was something about the name Big Brother that, on a conscious level, didn’t sound right to Rion. Maybe because it wasn’t really a name at all. Either the boy wasn’t really all that conscious at all to know how to really respond to that, other than nodding absentmindedly.

Big Brother also might have entailed something to do with the Family Program. The Galerians. But none of them would have let him live this long, and taken care of him.

Those were almost sobering thoughts, anyway. Everything in which Rion was not at the moment...

“Big Brothe...” A tired voice nearly echoed, before the boy’s head nodded, chin rested over his forehead. His arms dropped, nearly spilling over the tub of yogurt over the bed.

If listened closely, it would be obvious that he had just fallen asleep.