Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody White Angel ❯ Fate is the Bitch that not only bites you in the ass ( Chapter 1 )

Bloody White Angel

AN: After reading so many great fanfic, I decided to follow one of the ideas other people had suggested in their fic! I am making Cloud a Turk! Why? Simple, the answer is right in front of your eyes… well, maybe not yours, but it sure is in mine!

Disclaimer: I do not own the game, plot and or characters of FFVII and FFVII Crisis Core, also Final Fantasy Before Crisis and its characters. The idea of this fic was inspired by another fic I read. I do not make any money from this story.

Note: This is a fan-fiction made for pure enjoyment; it does not completely follow the timeline of any the games above, and it is mix and match and some made up. I made up some of their personality and names.

Warning: This fan made fiction contains adult language and maybe some adult content that may be inappropriate. Also, please note that this is the only warning, which means the first, and the last time, you will receive information about the disclaimer and pairings. It is YAOI (boy and boy or man and man action) sensual kind. Platonic is good and all, but I prefer it a tad bit spicy.

 

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—Bloody White Angel—

Chapter 1: Fate is the Bitch that not only bites you in the ass, she also pours salt on the wound and laughs while you scream your ass off

"Arg! What the hell does this mean?" After failing the test yet again, a petit blonde boy in deep navy sergeant uniform was not only beginning to doubt himself, hell, he was pissed. All his test scores were perfect, mental: math, science, survival instinct, swordsmanship, physical, and sanity… no, he is losing that one. Even the test on his adaptation to Mako was positive. Seriously, and all he ever got on the reason for fail was… a freaking unsuitable.

Seriously, who the hell puts down "unsuitable" as the reason for failing a perfect test score, a perfect score! Failed three times!

On the other side of the blonde in the hall stood a black haired male with hair just as randomly spiked as the blonde. Zack, the black spiky haired SOLDIER First Class, was looking at the scene with mix feelings.

It is a rare sight for Zack to see his little friend so rile up, even more unusual was the colorful swearing the petit boy was using, and as an extra touch of spice was the way he was using it. Sure it was all swearing words, but the little blonde was able to make sense out of it. It sounds so grammatically correct. Seriously, it's like perfect fit of pearls all string up into a necklace. Hmm, I wonder if I should get Aerith pearl necklace as a present, maybe pink? Is there any jewelry store in the… Oops, I gotta stay on the topic.

I think it was something about the reason behind it. Oh yeah, sure it was fun to see the little Spikey shouting curses and stuff, but the reason behind his emotional outlet was disturbing also.

Cloud is a competent soldier; he made Sergeant from nothing but a lowly cadet with no connections and within two years, after the basic training, basically skipping right past squad leader and private. It's genius's work if you ask Zack, but the reason behind his delayed promotion to join Shinra's special military forces SOLDIER was making Zack's brain hurt.

What the hell does 'unsuitable; mean? Zack had tried to comfort him, doing the best he can with the physical, but seriously, he already has a perfect a hundred on it. So for the first test Cloud score eighty-six on physical, but now, with Zack's training, Cloud's physical was screaming hundred, maybe more with bonus like every other test score. Cause, come on, who the hell fails a student when he does everything correctly and knows more than some supervisors! What the hell is wrong with the testing supervisors! Cloud was the ideal image made for SOLDIER, hell, even he didn't score a fraction of what Cloud has, not that he can't, no, no, it's just that he didn't want to.

Well, at least… where is Cloud? Oh there he is, well, better stop him before he bangs his brain out. Damn, he is going over the test again. Did he not figure from the first ten times that the test score is not going to change? And people call me dumb. Oops, did I say that out loud?

He is glaring at me.

Yep, defiantly out loud.

Loud beeping rang the hall; it took awhile for Zack to realize that the beeping was not coming from Cloud's steaming head. It actually came from him, more precisely, his pocket. Flinging his PHS open, Zack answered it without even checking who it was on the other side.

After some questions, whining, and what seem to be suck-ups, Zack closed his PHS. Apparently, something came up in Wutai that is in desperate need of SOLDIER First Class, since the General and the other were at "other places" being unable to make it there, the job rest on the much talk about duo, Angeal and Zack, master and pupil.

Zack had left a while ago to go talk with Angeal, his mentor and the much-rumored partner, about possible reasons for Cloud's failure on the test and possible ways to solve it. It was embarrassing, but Zack promised to come back after the mission with solutions.

A lonely sigh breathed through the clean hallway. After putting away the annoying paper that carries the sad result of a score, Cloud decided to head to the cafeteria. One thing he learned from Zack other than that the said First Class has a mind of a five-year-old was to eat when the body demands it for danger arrives when you least expect it.

However, Fate, or irony, really is a bitch.

In exactly twenty-three seconds after Cloud had decided to head to the cafeteria, unexpected danger arrived with in a crisp male voice.

"Excuse me, Sergeant Cloud Strife?" the suddenness of it and some sort of command had Cloud rooted on his step and did a complete 180-degree turn, barely able to hold back the salute that so desperately was to be raised. The owner of the voice had a slight Wutai-ian features and semi-long raven hair pulled into a perfect high ponytail and is wearing black tux and the height that is almost the same as Zack.

"I am Tseng of the Turks." the man continued, "I have some information I would like to discuss with you in private."

From the start, when the petit blonde first laid eyes on the taller male, Cloud had started his diagnoses, a force of habit if you will. And in mere three sentences, the male's posture, and overall aura, danger was blinking bright red light with blaring alarm. Turks is another name for the Department of Administrative Research, which means he is above me, my superior.

Damn! They are the ones who spied and trail after Zack's girlfriend, Aerith, but he just gave me a command, I have to have a 'discussion' with him. Is there anyway to get out of this?

If, if Cloud was in a position he can decline, well, it sure as hell would be nice. After all, who wants to follow a member of a group of people who stalks your friend's girlfriend for living?

Sadly, real world sucks. Sergeant, a status he had pour all his waking hours into getting, is actually a lowly expendable pawn that holds no value in the presence of a Turks. That being said, Cloud knew he had no choice but to follow the man.

But he be damned if he didn't at least tried to escape the clutches of the infamous group first. Seriously, Zack is really rubbing off on him; in a bad way. As Cloud was trying to find ways to get out of this situation, Tseng spoke again as if sensing Cloud's distrust.

"If you will follow me, my office is at the 65th floor." The emotionless voice held no indication of anything, yet somehow he was able to mold it into a command.

After a stern salute and "Sir, yes Sir!" Cloud was following the man three steps behind. No one, no one in the military is trained to go against order, especially from group like the Turks.

While staring the back of the pressed black suit, Cloud decided to do a mental sorting of the situation. Starting with the information regarding the members of Department of Administrative Research, Turks.

On the surface the Turks are an elite group who scout potential candidates for Shinra's other elite military unit, SOLIDIER. They also serve as bodyguards for Shinra's executives.

However, underneath the noble image, the Turks are actually a covert operation that performs shady business -which includes kidnapping, assassination, and espionage that is the information Zack had given him, or confirms it since rumor of these kind have a tendency to spread around the barracks.

Before he knew, Cloud was standing in front of Tseng's office. The floor was absolutely silent except for the low hum from the well-lit ceiling lights, making the night brighter than the day. A fluid swish and quick taps of six-digit code, the door slid open. Inside the room was a large mahogany desk facing the door. There is a large, skinny window that stretches from the floor all the way to the high ceiling giving the room an invisible pressure. Rows of bookshelves and filing cabinets cover both left and right side of the wall. Tseng walks into the office with confidence, he carries himself like a prince; firm steps that isn't overbearing. Cloud, on the other hand, was shock first and then the fear and other annoying emotions now fogs his mind.

When Tseng had reached his desk, Cloud took a big gulp of air and walk into his doom.

—End Chapter—

 

AN: Like it? Love it? Hate it? Please tell me! That would mean… review! This is my very first attempt at writing Final Fantasy fiction… it would have been better, but the computer was having it's first breakdown while I was writing, so first and best copy went away~

Inspired by Etrixan and KlikStar.