Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ During Crisis ❯ Inbetween: Turk and Mechanic ( Chapter 3 )

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In-between Chapter one and two:
Turk and The Mechanic 
 
 
 Disclaimer: I
do own the characters of FFVII nor the world they live in, nor the
original plot of the games. I do own the original characters. I
also do not own some of the title names of the chapters as they are the
track names listed in FFVII OST. 
 
 The original characters creations
belong to me. if you’d like to use them please ask. But don’t use them
without asking first, thank you.. 
 
 Warnings:
Original Character Warnings, Major plot changes warning. This is
essentially a rewrite of sorts ( this is different from my other
rewrites.) LOTS OF CURSING, Sexual situations ( no lemons as I have no
clue how to entirely write one) plus I make a lot of parts a lot
darker. I’m not writing every scene from the game, I’m trying to
work out which ones I can write and cut out. 
 
 I think Cloud may be extremely Out of Character, but
I always seem to think that, and am usually proven wrong. 
 
 Rating for heavy amount of cursing, violence, themes
that occur throughout FF7, and sexual themes/scenes(No lemons, I can’t
write one, so don’t ask me to write one please because I can’t.) 
 
 Pairings: Reno/OC, Vince/OC Aeris/Cloud/Tifa 
 
 Side Note :
Chapter in-between are basic little scenes that aren't long enough for
in my mind to count as a long enough chapter. They are part of the story
but generally only take place between two characters. 
 
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‘Ring’ ‘Ring’ Ring’ Ring’ 
 
 She swore if she heard that god damn bell ring one
more time, she would personally shoot whoever was ringing it in the
head. She was tired and very cranky. Those two combined were
generally not a good combination on her. When the ringing stopped
she let out a sigh of relief, picking up a nearby screwdriver to
continue her latest project. 
 

‘Ring’ ‘Ring’ ‘Ring’’Ring’ 
 
 Why in Leviathan’s name had the old man gotten a
bell for the customers to annoy them with? Why wasn’t the old man
answering the oh-so-annoying bell to begin with? A quick glance at the
barely working clock answered that question. It was early, early enough
that most sane people were not out of bed. The old man was probably
still in a dead sleep like she should have been after traveling for
days. 
 

‘Ring’ ‘Ring’ ‘Ring’’Ring’ 
 
 She hissed out a wutain curse in irritance at the
god awful sound. The store was closed, why the hell was someone ringing
the blasted bell? The girl’s body suddenly tensed and she jerked
straight up, tools falling to the hard floor with loud crashes. The
store was closed and locked, nobody should have been in the front of the
store. Nobody should have been ringing that evil bell. 
 
 She turned on her feet, and moved quickly through
the door that separated the shop and the work area. The sight that
greeted her was not over all as pleasing as most girls her age would
have thought. A tall man with fiery red hair, and a blue jacket was
leaning against the counter of the weapon shop and ringing the bell
constantly. 
 
 The man’s devilish good looks, bright hair and
clothing instantly told her who he was. Reno of the Turks. The man had a
huge record in the Wall market, especially with young woman and the
local Honey Bee Inn. She’d caught glimpses of him countless times but
never had the unfournate opportunity of having to deal with him.
Apparently now she had to. 
 
 She walked forward quickly and silently , her hands
reaching out and snagging the bell from under his long fingers and
flinging it into the nearest wall. The bell died with a series of
pitiful sounds and crashed to the floor. Mako poisoned harsh
aquarime colored eyes looked into her raging sapphire tinted gray ones. 
 
 “ I’m looking for the owner of this shop.”
Reno spoke and stood to his full height towering over the angry wutain.”
Brat.” 
 
 “ He’s sleeping. The shop is closed.” She glared and
crossed her arms over her chest. 
 
 “ I noticed that, still I need him to do something
for me.” The turk seemed unfazed by both the bell incident and by
the girl’s glare. He had barely even glanced at her. 
 
 “ Can you not hear dumb ass?” She asked sarcasm
working it’s way easily into her accented voice. “Shop is closed, and he
is sleeping.” 
 
 “ You do realize who you’re insulting right brat?”
Hard eyes finally focused on her, and she placed a mask of indifferance
on her face. 
 
 “ A Turkey.” She took great pleasure in
watching as the cigarette nearly fell from his mouth, nearly being the
keyword. 
 
 “ Turk.” 
 
 “ Turkey or Turk. I see no difference.” She
felt a shiver go down her spine as the man’s eyes made their way over
her slight form. “ How did you get in here?” 
 
 “ I let myself in.” He smiled, and it wasn’t a very
nice smile. “ What are you?” 
 
 She gave him a questioning look. What on earth did
he mean by that? Had he caught the mako poisoned look of her own eyes? 
 
 “ The old asshole's kid or something?” 
 
 “ Apprentice.” Her reply was automatic. She’d been
asked the same question countless of times since she’d arrived in Midgar
at the age of eleven. It worked so well, there was no reason to think
up anything differant. 
 
 “ Then I don’t have to bug the crazy old asshole
after all. You’ll do just fine.” He smiled at her, a smile that was
clearly meant to flatter her or something. However she was not
flattered, in fact she was far more irritated. 
 
 “ What do you mean by that exactly?” 
 
 “ I need my weapon modified.” She scowled and
being the observant person he was he noticed. “ Are you not skilled
enough to do that?” 
 
 “ You are a jackass, Reno of the Turks!!” She hissed
out, her bad mood being made worse by his presence. 
 
 “ Oh? You know exactly who I am eh Brat?” 
 
 “ Every girl in the market knows who you are,
including me.” Now the turk actually looked at her looked at her. he
seemed to take in the shape of her wutain face, her large blue tinted
gray eyes, her petite form and she could swear she was going to
smack him when his eyes rested on her chest area far to long. 
 
 “ You are a girl.” He raised a slender copper
eyebrow and she rolled her eyes. She couldn’t exactly blame him for the
mistake, even dressed currently as a girl as she was, it was a hard
thing to tell if you weren’t paying attention. She was dressed in a
boy’s dark tank top , fishnet like chain mail peeking under the tank top
over her thin shoulders. Her shorts were long and just as dark, coming
just over her knee’s much like a boy’s would have. She spoke and
held herself in much the same way a male of the same age would have,
and she knew her hair currently unbrushed and sticking out in every
direction did nothing to dissuade the boyishness of her
appearance. She wasn’t really the most developed of females
either, she was more around average. 
 
 “ Your kind of flat aren't you?” He asked with
another unpleasant smile. 
 
 “ Compared to the woman around here. I
suppose.” 
 
 She found his eyes suddenly locked on hers,
something dangerous flashed in his. She prayed with every little
bit of strength she had to Leviathan that he hadn’t noticed. No Shinra
soldier that had come around had noticed yet. Hell that blonde
SOLDIER she had kept running into hadn’t noticed. 
 
 “ Hey girl..” She nearly jumped at the feeling of
strong fingers under her chin, and she winced as the fingers closed
around her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. “ Your eyes
are mako poisoned aren't they?” His tone was as unpleasant as his smile
was. 
 
 “ T-they are?” She knew they were, but she certainly
wasn’t about to go and tell a Turk that. It was far better to feign
cluelessness. His eyes narrowed dangerously and the petite girl
felt a strange shiver go down her spine. 
 
 “ You didn’t know?” 
 
 “ My eyes...they have been like this for a while.” 
 
 “ How long?” 
 
 “ Since I was really little, m-maybe five or six.” 
 
 “ You’ve no idea how ?” She shook her head as well
as she could with his fingers grasping her chin. He seemed to except
that answer as he finally released her chin. “ You got something against
Shinra brat?” 
 
 “ Doesn’t everybody in the slums.” She chose her
words carefully, not wanting to let this man know that she despised
Shinra, for what they had done to Midgar, Junon and the damn tourist
trap they had turned Wutai into. “ Besides why would I tell a stupid
Turkey even if I did?” 
 
 “ Your a smart ass.” He smirked and moved to sit on
top of the counter. “ Fix my weapon.” 
 
 “ I have a name and it is certainly not brat!!” She
snapped at him , resisting the temptation to push him off the counter. 
 
 “ Brat..” 
 
 “ AINE!!” She couldn’t resisted the temptation
and pushed him off the counter, the Turk gave a noise of surprise and
fell onto the floor as he stared up at her clearly shocked. 
 
 “ What the fuck is your problem?!” 
 
 “ My problem is your invading my personal workspace
Turkey. I don’t appreciate it.” She snickered at him. “ The floor suits
you asshole.” 
 
 “ Bitchy ass brat!!” She responded by picking up the
weapon he laid on the counter and sticking her tongue out at him. 
 
 “ I wouldn’t be shouting insults at the girl
whose gonna modify your weapon.” 
 
 “ See if I fucking pay you for it!” He snarled after
her but she’d already left the room. 
 
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