Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Send Me An Angel.... Tainted With Scarlet.... ❯ What You Hear... ( Chapter 14 )

RATING: NC-17!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, GRUESOME SCENES AND OTHER MATURE CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE!!!)

 

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Summary: This is my Mary-sue... read if you so desire.

 

Pairing: Kadaj X Loz X Yazoo and possibly… X OC

 

 

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Send Me An Angel… Tainted With Scarlet ….

 

Chapter Fourteen:

 

What You Hear…

 

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The dark misty blackness of the early evening had somehow silently chased away the last of warm gentle sun's rays, as it slowly sunk beneath the far horizon.

 

Tamara's day had been uneventful, well inevitably very informative under Tifa's strict yet kind tutelage, but overall, extremely uneventful. Or to put it simply, it was one of the most boring days she had ever experienced in her - extremely short - life.

 

In all honesty, there are only so many minutes in a day that a person can actually tolerate listening to someone jabber on and on about alcohol before they become outrageously bored out of their minds. And well, poor Tamara…had already passed her maximum boredom intake levels, and to be honest, she was bordering on insanity… even death.

 

Fortunately though, Tifa had eventually left Tamara to her own devices; or in other words, left her to see how many alcoholic concoctions it took to finally make it so that she, Tamara, could finally create a digestible drink.

 

Hell Tifa wasn't hoping for miracles on the first night, considering Tamara's current rate of success with mixing drinks. And thusly, she had decided that by considering the ratio of poisonous drinks to actually digestible ones that Tamara was creating, Tifa concluded that Tamara would probably run out of alcohol before she finally created something that could be called an alcoholic drink.

 

But that didn't matter. Learning to mix drinks was a minor formality. In all essences, Tifa never expected to have Tamara mixing drinks during the open hours, only delivering them; and as she gazed upon the caustic volatile liquids that Tamara was currently producing, only cemented Tifa's resolve to keep her away from mixing drinks professionally.

 

“I'm never going to get this!” exclaimed a completely flabbergasted Tamara, who looked not only completely exhausted, but on the verge of one of the largest mental breakdowns ever, as she held another brightly mixed coloured drink that bubbled and fizzed as it began to blacked the once crystal clear glass.

 

Tifa sighed as she caught sight of another ruined glass in the girls trembling hands.

 

Large sparkling silver tears begun to leave dark watery trails down Tamara's soft tanned cheeks. “I'm so sorry!” hurriedly apologized Tamara “I have no idea what went wrong! I did it exactly like the recipe said… and … and” her voice begun to quiver as the tears began to flow down harder as large sobs wracked her body.

 

“Relax Tamara… it's just a glass…” urged Tifa.

 

“I don't care about the stinking drink or the stupid glass….”cried Tamara.

 

“Uh huh…” replied Tifa, sarcasm slipping off her tongue much like melted butter would off a heated knife.

 

“Well…alright, fine I care! But ...it's not just the drink...it's that I just can't get myself to believe…” another heart wrenching sob wracked Tamara's small petite frame before she could finish.

 

`So that's why…' Tifa understood without the poor girl even having to finish her sentence. She wondered when the thought that she was stuck here would set in… she only just wished it wouldn't be when her poor glasses were at stake; but it was too late now.

 

Eventually - thanks to Tifa's gentle encouragement- Tamara's tears slowly tapered off, leaving a red, puffy-eyed girl in its wake.

 

“Better now?” asked Tifa as she allowed the girl to slowly be released from her warm, comforting embrace.

 

“Much” smiled Tamara, her previous light mood slowly returning.

 

“Do you think you can finish up, and hopefully not destroy any more of my glasses?” Tifa eyed the seemingly innocent tear stained face of the girl.

 

“Finish up yes, but I can't promise anything with the glasses” honestly replied Tamara.

 

“Damn…”

 

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“Have I mentioned how much I hate kids?” grumbled a haggard Allisha as she stomped - quite ungracefully - into the bar.

 

Tifa abruptly looked up -although her volatile drink making did not cease- at the entrance of her friends, and only smiled at Allisha's common and expected complaints. A small smile tugged at her lips, at seeing her ruffled clothes and bandaged face and hands.

 

Unfortunately, Kaitlyn did not look any better, and she to had a few complaints of her own. “Will you shut up Allisha? You've told us over a hundred times already, and I'm almost certain I'm not the only one pissed off.”

 

`Well you are not to pleasant yourself' mused Allisha, but fortunately she had enough sense left in her child battered brain to not voice her opinions, nor smile at the thoughts, mostly because the threat of her untimely death, and the rest… well … let's not even go there.

 

The trio were seemingly unbothered by the bickering of the two girls and just moved around them to find a comfortable seat at the bar, but as Tamara glanced up from her work she could see the tell-tale signs - or at least she thought she could - of a slight twitching in Kadaj's right eye.

 

“So… do I want to know what happened? Or am I better left not knowing?” questioned Tamara, flicking her gaze indicating her two arguing friends, still in front of the door.

 

“No” mumbled Kadaj, his voice its usual smooth velvetiness but with a hint of homicidal intentions. And from Tamara's gatherings, it was not directed towards her.

 

“What do you mean by `no'? `No' don't want to know, or `no' that you are not going to tell me?” quipped Tamara.

 

Kadaj only narrowed his hauntingly beautiful mako green eyes at the counter at her bitter remark, fortunately though, his thoughts were too occupied by the escalating argument behind him, to do much about it.

 

“Allisha and Kaitlyn got their asses kicked by a bunch of snot nosed toddlers” remarked Loz; his bright smile gleamed at the now horrified look the - fortunately silent - girls gave him.

“So eloquently put” whispered Yazoo, feigning his usual aloofness, but unfortunately the small quiver of this slender yet plump, pale pink lips gave him away.

 

Sighing both Allisha and Kaitlyn reserved themselves to Tamara's questioning as they each took seats beside the trio.

 

“So…who is going to elaborate?” Mused Tamara as she glanced over at Kaitlyn and Allisha, but still continuing with her work.

 

Both Kaitlyn and Allisha bowed their heads in embarrassment, and in the hopeful attempt to hide the small rosy pink blush that now bloomed across their pale cheeks.

 

Unfortunately, this did not escape Tamara's or the trio's notice. “Aww how sweet, I made them blush!” cooed Tamara, “let me guess at what happened, did they get a kiss on their boo-boo's after you saved them from the terrible toddlers and bandaged them up?”

 

The trio's hands slowly inched towards their weapons, but as soon as they caught sight of Tamara's playful smile, they decided to play along.

 

“Oh yes,” purred Kadaj as he moved over to tenderly grasp Kaitlyn's bandaged hand.

 

Whilst both Kaitlyn and Allisha were occupied by Kadaj's daring touch, Loz and Yazoo smirked at each other and slowly inched off their stools so Yazoo could sit next to his mother, and Loz stand behind the two girls. Sadistic, yet oddly playful smirks were plastered across their moist, plump lips.

 

“We gave them each tender kisses,” here Yazoo leaned over his lips a hairs breadth away from Allisha's milky smooth, bandaged cheek.

 

“After we saved them from the terrible toddlers,” whispered Loz. His hot moist breath caressing both Kaitlyn and Allisha's ears forcing small shivers from them.

 

By now, Tamara was almost pissing herself laughing at the not only the blushes both were producing, but at also how much Kaitlyn squirmed at their attentions.

 

And with a gentle seductive touch, Loz placed a long gloved finger underneath Kaitlyn's smooth chin, “yes…” he whispered, his voice erotically husky “we gave them gentle kisses…” and with elegant grace, and practised ease, Loz's smooth, moist, intoxicatingly warm lips enveloped Kaitlyn's gasp in a breathtaking, soul stopping, kiss.

 

Kaitlyn sat deathly still, even after Loz had pulled away with a confident smirk. Her cerulean eyes were widened to almost a shocking width, her breath seemingly stopped. Her tender, sweet, untouched virgin lips… were no longer virgin. But that's not what scared her the most…it was the fact that she enjoyed his kiss immensely, and was subconsciously praying for more…

 

“How could you!” screamed Kaitlyn, everyone's happy smiles only widening at her apparent shock. “That… that…was…”

 

“That was?” encouraged Kadaj on her other side, his smile oddly sadistic in her torment. He knew first hand the astonishing effects of Loz's intoxicating kisses were, having felt it many times his on his own.

 

Kaitlyn was no longer capable of speech as her anger rose to astonishing, ground breaking levels. And any traces of the rosy blush that tinted her smooth cheeks just a few minutes earlier, was replaced with the inflaming red of anger.

 

In a huff, and muffled, mortified scream, Kaitlyn dashed out of the bar and up the stairs to her shared room, with the sound of laughter trailing behind her.

 

“Oh her face was priceless!!” exclaimed Tamara between breathless gasps caused by her long winded laughter.

 

Even Allisha, forgetting her earlier predicament with Yazoo's close lips, laughed and enjoyed the joke shared by the group. “Aww, what about me? Don't I deserve a kiss for my boo-boo's” joked Allisha, not noticing the thoughts passing through the trio's head.

 

“Oh how could we forget?” cooed Kadaj, as he slowly crept closer.

 

Tamara only laughed, “Come on guys, leave her alone, don't you think you tormented her enough?”

 

“Not quite” whispered Yazoo as he to turned Allisha's head towards him - much like how Loz did with the traumatized Kaitlyn.

 

Allisha was soon almost gasping for air at how close Yazoo was, and with a tentative flick of her tongue she moistened her now plump, dry lips.

 

It happened so suddenly, Allisha had no idea when it truly happened. One minute she was gasping for breath hoping this was some twisted joke, and the next…she was being kissed at three angles.

 

Loz lovingly kissed the top of her head, while Kadaj moved in beside, delicately kissing her cheek, while Yazoo made quick work of turning their mother to mush with the deep, loving, and highly intoxicating sweet kiss on her lips.

 

Tamara gaped at the trio. In all honesty, she just thought it they were playing around, but by the seriousness of their gestures and faces…she understood at how real their game was.

 

It was a few moments before the trio pulled away, each of them - including Allisha - having closed their eyes and relished the peaceful moment shared between them. But as they parted, reality sank in for Allisha and her face soon enflamed in embarrassment.

 

“Oh… oh my…” stuttered Allisha, her thoughts barely able to form a coherent sentence.

 

“Liked that did you?” Mused Tamara as a small smile spread across her luscious lips.

 

“Come on guys, go upstairs and get cleaned up before you torment poor Allisha to death” interrupted Tifa as she seemingly sauntered into the bar from the kitchen. “I'll call you when dinners ready.”

 

The trio, who were somewhat miffed that their moment with their mother was interrupted, languidly stood and gracefully trailed up the stairs, leaving a still shock ridden Allisha to meekly follow.

 

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Now working in a bar can be both a rewarding and very profitable experience. But when old, fat, and absolutely atrocious men start groping you whenever you pass…things quickly get out of hand.

 

As the night wore on, Tamara had found herself enjoying working in the bar, and Tifa could only praise at how well Tamara flourished under her tutelage.

 

It was only a few short hours ago that Tamara was the clumsy, awkward teen, but now - as Tifa glanced up at the smiling girl from behind the bar, Tifa could not help but notice how she was not only graceful, but she become the near epitome of beauty… well at least at the moment.

 

It's absolutely shocking at what a smile can do.

 

“Hey Tifa!” called a quite boisterous young man - appearing no older than twenty-five - as he entered the loud and - almost- overcrowded bar.

 

At first glance the man appeared to be an everyday business man, with his sleek black dress pants and matching black zippered blazer with a comfortable, yet stylish, un-tucked dress shirt underneath. His long, luscious, fiery red hair was tied neatly with a small black elastic band allowing silky molten tendrils of hair to trail down his slender back, providing a stark contrast. So little of the man's fair, milky, kissable smooth skin showed beneath his clothes, and yet it still found a way to tempt and tease any passer-by, be they man or woman. And his most startling feature...was his gleaming, mischievous, naughty jade green eyes, so unlike that of the intimidating mako green we all know.

 

`Oh dear…' inwardly sighed Tifa as she put on her best smile and waved to greet the new comers. “What'll it be?” she cheerfully questioned despite already knowing the habitual answer.

 

“Why Tifa, I'm appalled! Surely by now you'd know my drink” cooed the already partially intoxicated, beautiful man who now leaned unceremoniously on the bar, his face tilted towards Tifa, but his body facing towards the crowd.

 

“Don't get your panties in a twist Reno, you know I'm only joking” mused Tifa.

 

“How do you know I'm wearing panties?” questioned Reno as his gleaming jade eyes seductively looked on the now somewhat disturbed woman. “For all you know I'm wearing nothing at all…”

 

“Reno…” snipped the woman, who handed over a seemingly glowing neon drink that looked as if it changed colors in the light “we had this conversation before remember?”

 

“No… but I do remember how much I love my Vril” purred Reno as his slender hand reached for the powerful, highly intoxicating drink.

 

Tifa only laughed, `typical Reno' she inwardly joked. Only three things every occupied that beautiful man's small brain: alcohol, sex, and killing.

 

After a loud satisfied gasp from Reno, he unceremoniously slammed the empty glass back onto the pristine wooden counter “give me another” ordered Reno.

 

As Tifa began to make another Vril for Reno, he took the time to survey the bar.

 

In a quick glance he noticed his friends off drinking, laughing and having an all around good time in the far corner, and after a quick mental note to meet up with them again he continued on.

 

Throughout the rest of the bar men and woman alike settled down to enjoy one of the many delights of being human, alcohol; which, in all essences, was completely normal, considering the place was in fact a bar. But something was different, but by no means was he complaining when he finally noticed it.

 

Or rather, he noticed her…

 

Now Reno was not one for romantics, hell he was the one that made sure the guy that claimed he `fell in love at first sight' got a nice good beating… or at lest a good talking to. Although he was never one to deny he knew a good piece of ass when he saw one…

 

“Whose `tat” slurred Reno, his vision already impacted from his highly potent drink.

 

“Someone you should stay away from if you know what's good for you” wryly commented Tifa as she handed him another Vril.

 

“Aww, don' be like `tat…” his smiled, hoping to disarm the infuriatingly stubborn woman with his drunken charms.

 

“Tamara is her name, she's my newest help. But that's all you will know,” warned Tifa. “Like I said before, stay away.”

 

“Wha? Scared she's gonna `urt me?”

 

“No…” ruefully remarked Tifa as she inwardly smirked, `but her friends probably will' she inwardly mused.

 

With a shocking grace, for a surprisingly intoxicating man, he eased up behind the beautiful unsuspecting waitress as she was leaning over to wipe away the nights grime left behind on a well polished table by the previous customers.

 

“And who might you be?” purred Reno as he leaned over behind her, his hot moist breath caressing the delicate shell of her ear, sending visible shivers down her spine, as his testosterone riddled charms taking over his previous drunken stupor. Ever so slowly and with a practised ease, he slowly slid his large, warm, calloused hand up the bare, smooth, milky skin of her exposed thigh, only stopping once his hand nearly cupped the firm yet pliant, soft, unfortunately panty covered cheeks of her untouched ass.

 

Tamara stiffened but continued on. She learnt early on that evening that it was best to ignore the drunks. They got bored quickly when they finally figured out she was not going to play in with their intoxicated games.

 

Unfortunately though, after a few tense minutes, Reno was far from bored. In fact, he felt challenged by her blatant oblivious nature to his provocative, bordering on lewd, advance towards her. And thusly, with a wickedly sinful naughty smile, he used the girls momentum as she began to move away to inevitably pull her close enough to wrap his strong arms around her, leaving only enough room for him to tilt her head up and encase her lips in a hot, passionate, lip scorching kiss.

 

Tamara was shocked, utterly shocked. She had hoped he would get the hint and let go of her ass when she began to move away, but instead he used it against her to steal away a hot kiss, using her gasp of surprise against her, to deepen the kiss further.

 

Now at first, she was completely appalled, but as he continued she could distinctly feel her legs beginning to turn to mush just as her lungs begged for air. Oh such delicious torture, despite the sickeningly sweet taste of alcohol.

 

Tamara couldn't help it. She was drunk. And by god not on alcohol, but on his kiss.

 

Eventually he slowly pulled his warm sensuous lips away, leaving a breathless girl in his wake. Smirking more to himself than anything, he made a quick smug glance at Tifa who stood behind the bar completely, and utterly, shocked.

 

Tamara never noticed, due to the fact she was previously trying to ignore him, that the man who still held her surprisingly close was quite handsome, despite his lewd advance. She, in all essences, couldn't move her gaze away. There was nothing about him that didn't scream “Fuck me!” and yet, she didn't care.

 

“Wow…” was all she managed as her breath eventually returned.

 

“Liked that did you?” purred Reno.

 

Tamara could only dumbly nod.

 

“Well then I must claim my reward…”

 

“Tamara!” screeched another, distinctly feminine voice from the stairwell near the door; effectively ruining the growingly hot and heavy moment.

 

As if broken from his spell, Tamara pulled out from Reno's arms and looked behind the man to see a shocked, and somewhat appalled Allisha standing there, her mouth agape and soulful hazel eyes widened in both disgust and shock.

 

“Who is he?” whispered Allisha, her eyes narrowing on the obnoxiously attractive redhead next to one of her closest friends, as she quickly recovered from the initial shock.

 

To say that she was appalled by Tamara's behaviour would be an understatement. As far as she knew, Tamara didn't even know the guy and he hand her hand all up her skirt and on her ass! Normally, she wouldn't have minded. Hell, in all honesty, she'd have probably cheered her friend on if it was any other man. But the fact that Allisha knew exactly who it was that was groping her friends' ass, not to mention his…reputation…quickly thrust out any thoughts on supporting her friend on this obvious sexual endeavour from continuing.

 

With a shocking grace, quite uncommon for the characteristically klutzy girl, Allisha stormed over towards the now separated pair. Her crimson coat twirled behind her as she painstakingly moved towards them, leaving the appearance of a bloody trial in her midst. “Who do you think you are touching my friend like that? What gives you the right, hmm?” her tone had become surprisingly icy and bitter, seemingly cutting into the pair like Kadaj's cold steel blade would live flesh.

 

“Who are you to say who she can and cannot touch?” mocked Reno as he raised a condescending brow in the fuming girls direction, totally unfazed by her deadly aura radiating off the girl in waves.

 

“Allisha calm down… it was just a kiss. I was just about to yell at him for it before you rudely interrupted” bit back Tamara. She was furious with her friend. The man was right, who was she to judge who she could and could not kiss?

 

“You don't understand Tamara, I know him… I know who and what he is…” reasoned Allisha, her voice lightening minutely as she addressed her angered friend, except her flaming hazel eyes never left the man.

 

“I don't care… the fact that you would try to control me… I thought you were my friend…” the stress was finally catching up to Tamara. If it was not one thing, it was definitely another. And now that her friend had seemingly disregarded her own judgement…Tamara did not know how much more she could take before she utterly broke down.

 

Thusly, unable to hold it in, Tamara stormed off and up the stairs into her shared room, leaving an astonished friend and intoxicated man in her wake.

 

“Good job asshole” cursed Allisha, her tone growing increasingly bitter.

 

“I believe you win in the asshole department” taunted Reno as he quickly left.

 

Ever so quietly Tifa slipped out from behind the bar to put a reassuring hand on Allisha's shoulder. “He's right you now… you went too far” she whispered, before slowly leaving for the kitchen, moving to lock up the bar for the night.

 

Allisha could only stand all alone there in shock in the middle of the now empty bar. “What have I done…?” whispered Allisha as she bowed her head in defeat.

 

If it was not one thing… it was definitely another…

 

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AN: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this update! I hope the length more than makes up for it.

 

Lately my life is utter hell between work, school, fanfiction, my novel, and everything else. My life has become a giant pain in the ass. The insert has fortunately been started. And it will be posted after this one.

 

Now to make things clear; The insert itself will be posted in TWO places!!! It will be firstly posted here as an add on to the actual story, but it will also be posted as a new separate story.

 

Now this insert can be read separately, or as apart of the whole story. It's up to you. Either way it won't make a whole lot of difference. Well it might if you read it with the whole story, but that's my opinion.

 

Anywho, thanks for bearing with my sporadic updating, I am truly sorry.