Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Texas Enemas ( Chapter 65 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Wow do I feel stupid. I had more of this done and had thought that I had posted it here as well but I didn't. I would like to think everyone that has read and reviewed so far.

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Chapter 65: Texas enemas

“Squall, Seifer, would you like a cup of coffee or something before you start reading?” Cid asked from where he was now standing by the mini-bar.

“Coffee please.” Squall answered for both he and Seifer.

Cid cast a questioning look at Seifer as he poured cups of coffee for them. He knew that Squall took his black but wasn't sure about the big blond, “How do you take it Seifer?”

“Black.” Seifer replied since he couldn't have the way he regular took it. He was cursing himself; he had come close to blowing their cover by putting his arm around Squall. For some reason he knew that Cid knew that Squall was gay, but he would have bet his life that this Tseng person didn't. He had come close to laughing when Tseng's whole attitude changed when he found out that Squall was with the mob.

Squall took the proffered cup from Cid and sat back and started to read the file on William Gentry. He bit back a snort of laughter at the list of aliases that were behind the man's name. William Gentry, AKA King Cocaine, The Boogie Man, Billy the Kid, The Joker, and the list went on. There were several pictures that were enclosed with the document. William had a square face and close-set blue eyes. His nose was pug like, his mouth was thin and cruel looking and his brown-black hair was shaved close to his scalp. All in all he looked like a thug.

William Gentry had started his criminal career as a runner, and had slowly worked his way up through the ranks of the underworld of drug trafficking and was now a distributor for some of the drugs that were coming into the country. He had had a few minor scrapes with the law in his teens but nothing that was too serious, just some B and E, assault and general criminal mischief. He was now living in Columbia and hadn't been in the States for the past 15 years. So him actually coming to this meeting was a little unexpected.

When Squall got close to the end of that report and saw that one of his associates was Sephiroth Jenova. He choked a little on the swallow of coffee he had just taken. There was a picture of the silver-haired man enclosed with the file, his cold green eyes stared out of the photo and he had that knowing lecherous smile on his mouth.

Cid had just returned from the deck from where he had gone to smoke and was witness to Squall's reaction, “Is there something wrong Squall?” He asked concerned.

“No. I just thought that I had seen the last of that psychopath that's all.” Squall replied recovering successfully.

Tseng raised a questioning brow and asked, “So you actually know Jenova?”

Squall raised his head back up and stared evenly at Tseng and answered, “Yes I knew him.”

Tseng let out the breath that he had taken, “Is he still here?”

Squall smiled evilly, “In a matter of speaking.”

Tseng wasn't sure if Squall/Michelangelo was joking or not. He had his own agenda where Sephiroth Jenova was concerned and had been elated when he found out that Jenova was actually in San Francisco. Sephiroth Jenova had been responsible for his father's death, doing things to the proud noble man that should have never been done to anyone. He had been searching for the slimy bastard for the past six years and when he found him he was going to let the blood of his ancestors run wild through his veins and kill the piece of shit that had dishonored his father and his family so despicably. And when Sephiroth Jenova was dead then his father's spirit could rest in piece. He tried to keep the hint of desperation out of his voice when he asked, “Please Mr. Valentinius no more games. I have to know if he's still here or not.”

Squall gazed intently at Tseng and saw the inner struggle that was in the depths of his black eyes, “Yes he's still here. Or should I say that what's left of him is still here.” Seeing the confusion stamped across the tall black haired mans face he added, “He's dead.”

Tseng shot up out of the chair where he was sitting and asked, “Are you sure?”

Squall smiled and replied, “Yes I'm sure. I'm still trying to get his brain matter out of my clothes and his touch off my skin.”

Tseng reevaluated the young man once again, “Are you the one that did it?”

“No, but I was there when he died.” Squall replied and shuddered at the flashback that slammed into his brain.

Tseng looked at Squall again and to the depths of his soul he knew that Jenova had raped him when he spoke again his voice was shaking, “He raped you didn't he?”

Squall replied, “No! He had his brains blown out all over me before he could. Tseng, that is a part of my life that I don't care to talk about. Let's just suffice to say that he abducted me and he was going to rape me, but he was killed before he could.”

“Who?”

Squall waved his hand dismissively and replied softly, “That's not for me to say.”

Tseng let out several short ragged breaths then pivoted on his heel and left the room with a mumbled apology. He walked into the room that was his and sat cross-legged on the floor and began the ancient chant that his people used to send a soul to the Great Spirit.

After Tseng had departed from the room Squall and Seifer went back to reading the other files that Cid had provided. Cid noticing that their cups were empty grabbed the coffee pot and refilled them.

Squall quickly scanned through the file on Gene Caraway and found that he the information provided were things that he already knew. Putting the diskette on the coffee table he reached for the last one that held the information on Hojo Odine, but before he could put the disk into the computer he was stopped when Cid said, “Prepare yourself for the worst Squall.” Then turned and walked out back to the deck to indulge in his nicotine vice yet again

Squall slid the disk in the drive and once it was booted he started to read. His was assaulted by several different emotions as he did so. The most prominent being anger and grief. It seemed that Odine was involved with not only drugs, but illegal arms sales, white slavery and child pornography.

Hojo had been involved with the filming and distribution of several movies in which the child that had been molested was murdered at the end of it. He fought the tears that welled up in his eyes that all the innocents had been subjected to such horrors. He came close to flinging the laptop across the room when he saw the condition that some of those little bodies had been left in.

Seifer was flooded with the same feelings and he fought the tears that threatened to spill down his face, but the rage that was building, that he let out with the fury of a hurricane. Leaping off the couch he raged, “Goddamn mother fucking son of a bitch. I'm personally going to hunt down that baby raping bastard and string him up by his nut sack.” His breathing was ragged and he started stomping back and forth. He continued to seethe and he hissed out, “then I'm going to give him a Texas enema.”

Tseng had reentered the room and Cid had come back in from the deck when Seifer had uttered that last sentence. Tseng put to words the question that was on his and Cid's mind, “If you don't mind me asking, what's a Texas enema?”

Seifer spun around to face Tseng his sparkling lime green eyes had turned into chips of hard green ice. He growled in a dark deadly voice, “A double barreled shot gun shoved up the ass and firing with both barrels wide open.”

Squall took in a deep long breath and released it slowly, he couldn't argue with Seifer since he agreed with him. True he was a cop, but he was a descent human being first and foremost. And rapists of any ilk sickened him to his soul. But pedophiles were the worst, and he knew that there was a special place in hell for them.

Seifer was shaking now and his cheeks were moist with tears, his anger having been slightly abated he gave into the luxury of crying out the rest of his anger and sorrow that was eating at his heart. After he and Squall left he wanted to go home lay in the gentle comfort of his lover's embrace.

Squall couldn't give into the tears that had been threatening to spill he had to keep a tight reign on his emotions. He didn't want one of the contacts to inadvertently slip out in the salty waterfall. And of course, mustn't forget that he was supposed to be a ruthless Mafioso Prince and they didn't show their feelings. Right? When they got home that's when he would cry out his grief that something so heinous had happened to so many little lives. He had to finish reading this file no matter how much he wanted to vomit, he had to tamp down those feelings of grief and rage and get it done. Pushing those feelings deep inside he continued reading the document, when he got to the end he closed the laptop and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

What could he say? Since he couldn't think of anything to say he remained silent in his musings. He had asked Cid to find out this information for him and he had. Some of it was pertinent to this case. But the rest of it, how did it possible matter? Except one William Gentry was associated with one of the sickest people to have ever walked the face of the planet. He had thought that Sephiroth was bent and twisted, but Hojo Odine made Sephiroth Jenova look like an angel. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that those things happened, it was just that it had never been so `in your face' before.

Tseng glanced over at Seifer and saw that the emotions were still raw on his face. But when he looked at the couch where the brunet was sitting he saw that his face was a blank mask. He couldn't believe that anyone could be that cold and it came out when he blasted Squall, “You really are a heartless son of a bitch aren't you?”

The response was instantaneous and explosive. Squall leapt angrily to his feet and shouted, “No! I am not. How dare you judge me when you know nothing about me. If you must know it's tearing me up inside. It makes me physically sick that something that vile and reprehensible has happened and I've had to fight spewing my dinner all over the place. It pisses me off more then you can ever imagine that a piece of shit like that was ever allowed to draw breath.”

Squall took in several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling from the exertion and the expulsion of his anger, “If I find that twisted perverted fuck first a Texas enema is going to be the least of his worries.” He stomped over to where Tseng was and even though the man was several inches taller the he was he glared him down. When he spoke again his voice made artic winters seem more like a hot summer's day, “Trust me when I say this, I will personally skin that monster alive and use his own guts to hang him with. And that will be after I cut his dick off and sew it shut in his mouth.”

Tseng looked at the brunet with a whole new respect, he saw that he was mistaken thinking that the young man was cold-blooded. He had proved that his blood was hot and wild and he had a cruel streak, he had shown that when he made his declaration. If it were him that found Hojo Odine first he would stake the man out naked to fire ant hill and coat his body with honey then let nature take it course.

When Tseng had uttered those fateful words that Squall was a heartless son of a bitch Cid felt like he was having a grand mall seizure. He had brought the Indian in because he had worked with him before, but now he was wishing that he hadn't. In the handful of hours that Squall had been there Tseng had insulted him several times. He was secretly happy that his young brunet friend had come in the guise of Michelangelo Valentinius, if he would have shown up sans moustache and with those unusual silver-blue eyes of his Tseng would have taken one look at him and probably declared him too pretty to piss. Now if it were he that happened across this Odine fellow first he wasn't sure what he would do. He wasn't a cruel man so he would probably just beat the shit out of him then put a bullet between his eyes.

Cid saw that Squall and Tseng where standing toe to toe and that the anger was still rolling off the younger man. “Tseng for the love of all that's holy stand the fuck down, before he knocks your dick in the dirt. You have been fucking rude to him since the minute he walked through the goddamn door.”

Cid had never seen Squall angry before, and until that moment he had doubts on if his friend had a temper or not but now he saw his mistake the brunet did have a one. He needed to do something to diffuse this situation before something else was said or done and someone would wind up getting hurt. He let out an exasperated breath and said, “Tseng, I have some personal matters to discuss with him, so why don't you go down to the bar and have a drink or whatever it is that you do.”

Squall continued to stare evenly at the taller man, he knew that one of them was going to have to stand down and he decided to be the bigger man and do so, he unclenched his hands that he hadn't even realized that he had doubled up into fist and took one step back and said just as chillingly as before, “Never question me or my integrity again.”

Tseng swallowed hard and also took a step back and started to curse silently, “What in the hell was wrong with him?” He had just grievously insulted the nephew of a notorious Mafia Don and when people did that they usually wound up with a new necktie and shoes, the first being the Italian type which consisted of a piece of piano wire and the second being made from concrete. He muttered a quick apology, grabbed his overcoat and quickly left the room