Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Venus ❯ Fck The System ( Chapter 4 )

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By: Impiety

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I do not own FFVII.
WARNING: This story contains mentions of sex and the sex trade, drugs, BoyLove, crappy writing, Final Fantasy VII being used out of context, and swear words.

The title is owned by the DJ ZANY.

Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 10.23.2008 | Updated On: 10.23.2008 | Pages: 9 | Words: 9.0K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress

Rise, rinse, repeat.

Remember that?

I couldn't seem to forget it; life was so static that it felt as though it was going backwards. Voices, clothing, names, all blurred into a coloured stripe, and it'd only been a week. Everyone had seemed to have noticed and made their own judgment on my strange vagueness. Nero thought I'd finally gone insane and was about to murder everyone, Loz said that I was wacked in the head, well more so then usual.

I was on hiatus and it seemed to last forever, Tifa said that it was because of my hand. It was disgusting. Really it was the scar, but now even my most loyal of customers were too afraid to see me. I'd gone from number one to the only boy in Seventh Heaven who didn't have a customer all week. For the first time in years I had to beat off, it was humiliating.

Two hours previously that night I was safe back in the brothel, I was sitting on my bed reading melodramatic depressive poetry by T.S Eliot dwelling on Valentine's words, it was a quarter to eleven and I was waiting for my first customer of the night.

It seemed that I hadn't scared everyone away. But now…

How many times will I have to say this before I can finally express the depth of my hatred? Well, here I go again.

I hate Reno. I want him to die. I want him to be skinned alive; then flayed with braids of barbed wire; then thrown into a yard of starving dogs that spit leeches with a floor made of salt.

Two hours and four materia later I was semi-unconscious in the back of his car, screaming about how I couldn't breath, almost breaking Zack's hand with my iron grip.

Oh yes, don't worry; I'm planning to back track. You're not going to miss out on this one.

Tifa had clocked off early to whore herself up and run off to her beloved Saturday night dogfights. I'd heard her conversing to Reno though the curtain.

"Cloud has one last customer, Shaun Fifer, a fashion designer and he'll get here at eleven, I'm leaving at ten thirty. Following me so far Sinclair?" Ha, she had about as much faith as I did in Reno's intelligence.

“I think… so? So this guy is named Shaun right? Mmmhmmm, I think I get it…” I felt like smacking myself in the face, hoping that it was an act.

"He's requested that Cloud is dressed as a Candy Kid, god knows why.” She paused, contemplating for a moment. “But the point is he's paid upfront so you don't have to worry about the cash. Rude will let him in. Your job is to make sure that Cloud is ready and that he leaves at one. Got it? I won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon."

For the past seven days I hadn't dared even so much as glance in Reno's general direction. The memories of that night were mortifying I couldn't even think of them with out cringing. Who knows who Reno had told, and Zack… God even now it's embarrassing.

He mumbled something affirmative and I could hear Tifa stomp off; I couldn't stop my snigger, after all these years the thirty-year-old broad still couldn't walk in heels.

Counting.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Reno rushed in.

We have lift off.

"Quick, get ready yo!" He giggled. I glared at him and got off my bed lazily, stretching in a cat like matter and ratted though my closet, trying as hard as I might to hide my discomfort around the redhead, and the shyness that I'd developed (seemingly) overnight.

"Piss off Reno, I can do my job with out you." I growled softly, the previous week burning in my mind.

"Shut up Princess, soon as that bitch is gone we gotta fly, yo!" Reno giggled again.

"What the hell are you talking about shit face? I've got work to do." A foul mood was growing within me alongside my aggravation.

"Ahh whatever, the Shaun dude is me. I booked ya, and we're goin' to a rave yo," So that's what the giggling was about.

"What!" I flounced and threw the clothes that I had grabbed on to the floor. "I am not! What the fuck were you thinking! You can't do this! I AM NOT GOING!" The words flew from my mouth and my hands flew to my hips.

"HURRY UP! We're on the guest list yo, man Princess you have no idea what it took to get these tickets." Reno actually looked angry, the unfamiliar expression marred his face and his hand subconsciously reached for his rod.

Jesus Christ I had gone soft.

I grabbed the white wife beater and the pair of tight grey skinny jeans from where I'd dropped them and with no shame I stripped in front of my annoying redheaded shadow and dressed, pulling on a pair of candy coloured Puma sneakers.

"This is as 'Candy' as your getting Reno," I growled, that had to be the quickest I had ever gotten dressed. His usual grin resettled on his face and he grabbed my wrist.

The brat dragged me out the door and though the hallway where he winked to Rude (who just nodded as usual) and dragged me out the back entrance of Seventh Heaven.

The night wrapped its cold fingers around me and my blood turned to ice. The stench of the city stung my nostrils. The smell of people, trash and gas fumes was overwhelming. Noise droned like a hive of angry bees coming from ever direction, constant, like a demented industrial orchestra. A sigh escaped my lips; it was so good to be outside again. Something that I was rarely allowed to do as I was much too valuable to lose. It was both flattering and hostile at the same time.

There were only two cars parked in the small car park and Reno rushed to one, fumbling with his keys, eager to escape the bitter night.

His car was big and ugly, a lumbering muscle car, a relic from the seventies or eighties. At once I recognized it as a Pontiac Firebird, thanks to the obnoxious gold and white chocobo that embossed the hood and the dark plum paint job that glittered in the streetlights.

His car screamed suppressed masculinity.

I got into the car without any complaints, shivering. Inside was exactly what I expected it to be. Coffee cups, maps, random clothes, cigarette butts, but under all the grime and mess it was in almost perfect condition. Reno spared me no words as he started his beast up. It howled, and the redhead grinned at his reflection in the mirror before glancing at me, daring me to oppose him. When I remained silent he smiled again and opened the glove box and threw a handful of junk onto my lap.

It was an assortment of coloured hand made bracelets inscribed with tiny phrases and names of raves. I rolled my eyes. Among the mess were tubes and sticks of make up that glowed in the dark interior.

"Get ya'self all dolled up Princess," and he threw the Beast into gear, reversing and then slamming on the accelerator and speeding out of the car park.

I opened my mouth to argue but nothing seemed to fit, I'd already let myself go this far, and as they say, resistance is futile. Defeated (once again), I complied putting on make up using the tiny mirror on the visor.

Yes, I'd gone really, really soft; I was putty in his hands.

Reno sped, though he was a good driver, and despite all the SOLDIER cars we passed none dared to stop us. They seemed to recognize the Beast and some even waved.

Oh I guess that means I'll have to tell you about things run, noticed how the military, police and government is all run by SOLDIER? No, well no points for you.

Hope is a stratocracy. That means it's a form of government that's controlled by the military. It's a messy concept, kind of similar to that of a military dictatorship, but not.

Those SOLDIER bastards were the law they kept the world running and were surprisingly uncorrupted. No that was a lie. They were incredible corrupt.

The reason they fought gangs and Valentine so fiercely as to gain control of the drug trade. But on the other side of the same coin they appeared to be suppressing it. I get my drugs and the general public thinks that the streets were cleaning up. Win/win, no?

I wouldn't say someone like Zack was corrupt, more so it was that he had a terrible taste in friends.

The silence within the car was threatening, but I sat there like a good boy and put on my make up and Reno's bracelets and before long he slammed on the brakes.

Almost wetting myself I stared at the brick wall in front of our car, the bloody psycho had even sped into the parking spot.

"I'll be a minute, yo!" Reno told me as he exited the car, leaving it running, and ran to a door in the ugly piss stained wall. I watched with amusement, as I knew what he was doing, and this was the part that I actually started to like, Reno was a dealer…

Not that I showed my glee, I sat with my arms crossed and my knuckles white under tight skin, a small frown on my lips.

As much as this would probably be fun, it still went down as kidnap in my books.

Reno returned, slamming the door and throwing a ring box on my lap.

"Don't be a fuckin' fool, you have to ingest these. Speed and MDxx, these puppies will make us fly yo!" He laughed although I didn't like the sneering look that covered his face.

Speed doesn't go down well and can cause heat attacks if it comes into contact with the blood stream too quickly, depending on its strength it should be either snorted or ingested, the pills can not be cured. Materia that is inserted though the skin is cured with Mako, allowing it to be absorbed quickly with out the Mako effects of course, though the amphetamine's that make up speed doesn't react well with mako.

Still I pried open the box and picked out the small red pills, three tiny F's (that told me that these was Firarga and they were be swallowed) and a score mark on the back. On the front a leering wolf face, I shivered with excitement, my good old friend Fenrir. This stuff was expensive. The makers were a small gang and their shit put Valentine to shame.

Fenrir is a famous motorcycle brand, owned by two brothers Romulus and Remus, their identity is hazy which made their brand even sexier. Rumours said that they headed the small gang that competed with Valentine so turbulently. They were a symbol of resistance the Viking wolf god versus the guardian of the Greek Underworld.

Greed consumed me and I shoved two pills out of twenty in my mouth making sure that Reno's eyes were fixed on the road.

"Three for us and the rest I gotta sell, yo'," Reno informed me not looking up from the road and the car growled and pushed itself to the limit. "Careful, there's something new. Something's a little stronger then usual."

I ignored him deciding that the silent treatment was the best way to go, I wasn't used to the slow working properties, expecting the almost instant hit that I waned and I decided to shove one more down my throat, foolishly thinking that I could handle that much.

I assure you they overwhelmed me.

I don't remember how I got into the rave. But all of a sudden I was there, my senses tingled and Reno was yelling at me for eating over a two thousand gil's worth of drugs in five minutes, which was how much I could earn within an hour. But his words didn't mean anything to me, and they melted before my eyes.

Reno had a strong grip on my arm and I struggled to move, babbling excited non-sense. Suddenly out of now where Zack appeared and received orders from Reno to look after me. That maybe I'd taken a bit to much.

Maybe you've never done drugs before. Ha, then I pity you. The MDxx had set me on fire, the world around me danced and spun; I felt overwhelming sense of peace and love. Everything, but that I mean everyone looked so delicious I wanted nothing more than to kiss them, to hug them, to fuck them. The speed on the other hand put me on over drive. I rushed, spun and danced.

Reno was still swearing at me as I bounced away, and I had already hit the dance floor, the music compelled to me dance.

Time passed strangely. We were in the building for a good two hours, but I only clearly remember the two last songs that we heard.

Zack was there right behind me like a good body guard, his pupils dilated and laughing as I spun around. I'd kept up my strange chaotic grinding dance for a whole hour. Zack with [his] dog-like qualities kept by me the whole time while Reno sold drugs.

The music… The bass rocked the floor steadily and swam in and out of my ears. Distorted voices spoke to me.

I can't dance.

But that didn't stop me.

Electricity replaced my blood and I was full of boundless energy that I had to release. Zack laughed at me and I grinned like a Jack-o'-lantern.

"Bring me your silence; this is the sound of the Headhunterz."

The strobe froze time and I inched closer to Zack knocking elbows as we danced in the crowd.

"Its time to introduce to you our very own sound."

Suddenly everything exploded with colour, the dancers and I were stained with red and yellow and more strobe. The energy that pulsed though my blood screamed for sex, my mouth was dry and I thirsted for water; my jaw clenched and around me the ravers were experiencing the same thing; but they were prepared. Florescent pacifiers were clamped between their lips and clenching teeth, but not only that, Goth girls used crucifixes and lads and lasses used lollipops.

"This is it."

I danced, and I must have looked like an idiot, but the ravers just grinned and winked. I looked at Zack who shuffled like a pro, covered in the glowing residue of a glow stick that stuck to the edges of his mouth. He wore contract lenses that glowed purple in the dark.

"Don't hesitate"

I looked for Reno, but he was long gone. I looked at Zack again who was paying me no attention, dancing with a pretty blond girl. My ecstasy turned to jealously.

Don't ask. I was on drugs after all, I was PLURing something fierce, [and] it wasn't like I was really attracted to him anyway.

Oh, PLUR, you don't know what that is right?

It used to be LPE (love, peace, ecstasy) but when the whole raving thing became illegal the candy kids called it PLUR, peace, love, unity, respect. Which was I was experiencing right then. You could call it the desired effect of MDMA, because when raver kids are sober it doesn't exist. There isn't a bitchier subculture on earth.

The strobe kicked in again. I had no control over my body.

"We are the Headhunterz."

This was animal instinct all over again, but of a different variety. I wasn't freaking out and protecting myself, this was more Hormonal. The music reached it peak and the room was bathed in a crisscross pattern of bright green light that was broken up by the erratic strobe. Zack was next to me. But in less then a second I was in Zack's arms, and to get there I had to shove Little-Miss-Raver away into a group of dancers, they must of yelled but I paid them no mind. I pushed my face into Zack's. He grinned at me with big doped up eyes, and I knew he was on drugs. Some little voice in my head told me that things weren't meant happen like this.

The bass reached its climax.

With my arms now looped around his neck I fucking kissed him.

"And we bring you melody.”

Counting five, four, three, two, one.

And it wasn't just an awkward meeting of mouths; no it was more rhythmic then that, his arms were suddenly all around me, feeling so strong against my frail figure, his tongue clashed with mine for dominance that I was not prepared to give him. I was equally revolted and ensnared by him, horny from the drugs, frustrated by my crappy week and besieged by growing dissatisfaction. Our kiss was just what I needed. All this while so many thoughts were running though my head; my eyes were closed, but I did peek. His were too.

It some how felt genuine.

"Prepare yourself to be bashed."

To me it felt like the kiss had lasted a few minutes, but really it'd only been a few seconds. Raver girl was back with a vengeance and she whacked me in the shoulder hitting my exposed flesh, and I acted to fast for my own liking, the pills had me peeking and I was no longer able to think, I pushed Zack off me and spun around.

She was short, but I was only a tiny bit taller then her and words poured from her mouth. I couldn't hear nor understand them.

Instead I just spat on her.

"To the barriers of another."

Counting five, four, three, two, one.

Cat fight!

"Dimension."

Never underestimate small girls, because she packed a massive punch, which landed smack in the middle of my chest, and the dancers that I knocked into seemed to be her crew. They too seemed to want to put a dent in my pretty face. I did the smartest thing I had done all night, something that would lead to the dumbest, I ran.

I pushed past dancers, grinning like a murderer, being trailed possibly by Zack and the raver crew.

But the nightclub was huge and suddenly I was upstairs among the seedy couples that groped and kissed.

The music had changed.

"Freaks on E, that's what we fuck man."

The song sent shivers down my spine as the DJ hollered to the crowd.

I leaned on the rail, trying to spy my allies and enemies, but all the pressed bodies just looked like one ugly swaying monster, everything was too colourful.

"This is what I love and can't stop loving: get wasted at parties from nine till seven in the morning I live for the music. "

My heart raced from running, and all of a sudden I panicked that one day I would have to come down off this high and I didn't want to. The music faded away and all I could hear was my heart beat. I closed my eyes and leant heavily on the rail regaining composure.

I could hear the music again but I didn't open my eyes.

"Or take some pills and go to la-la-land."

That prospect kept me alive, I smiled.

"Spending all my money on dope and extremely high priced tickets, but in the end it's all worth it. I like to live in my own world."

I laughed out load like a madman, but no one would have heard me. That sounded like Reno, and I felt no remorse for popping all of his pills.

"Fuck regular life. Fuck your nine to five job; I'm told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute."

I frowned; in my addled state the song was confusing me. Was the DJ talking to me? I wondered. Was my life really that repetitive?

"That's what I do on Fridays and Saturdays, why should I take life so seriously? I just want to do what I like to do."

That was all well and good from him to say, but I didn't know what I liked to do. I like to dance and be with people. Though I couldn't get along with society. But now I realized just how hard I wanted to be. Wasn't that the reason that I came that night? Because I was being offered friendship and I finally allowed myself to accept that. I was going to do what I wanted to do from then on. I'll do want I want. That became my mantra and I slowly peeled my eyes open. My jaw hurt but I was still only just starting to climax on the drugs.

"Being far from reality because I can't stand society, it's my own world. I just want to hear the music!" I grinned and lost all of the attention I'd devoted to the lyrics, I bounced back into my chaotic dance.

A man next to me nudged me. He was old about 30 or 40 and not at all attractive. But he had trapped my body onto the rail with his grinding on the other side. I didn't feel nervous for a moment. I knew what he wanted, and I was well trained for this. I grinded my hips on his and felt his boner touching my crouch. He reached one hand around to clutch my ass and with the other brought his hand to my mouth and shoved a pill in.

I am going to do what I want to do.

Greedily, I swallowed it. I'd fallen hook line and sinker for probably the only gay male rapist in the room.

"CLOUD!" Reno bellowed and appeared out of nowhere (again with the irate expression), I felt his hand pulling me away from the seedy guy who backed off quickly and I stumbled downstairs again, smiling as Zack met us at the bottom with a worried expression.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck you idiot! Spit it out!" Reno shook me and pulled me to the bathrooms. Zack took my other hand. "Cloud you need to spit that pill out."

I shook my head stubbornly.

"It's gone! Gone, gone, gone with the wind!" I cackled, my breaths still short from running, which was almost five minutes past. That bothered me. My breaths increased in short sharp gasps, but I still smiled stupidly.

"Don't give him any water what ever you do," Zack said, and then glanced at the packed men's room around us. "Out side, back to your car, he needs air; he can't breath properly."

When tripping on any form of MDxx it's a side effect to become thirsty. Although it's best to avoid water.

Reno put a hand to my chest and felt my heart.

"Jesus Christ Cloud, you are the biggest fuck up I know." The redhead swore and then I was dragged away again, this time to out site the packed warehouse, past bouncers who affectionately greeted Reno and Zack. I found myself growing dizzy, to many illicit substances in my body. "I don't feel nice." I said before the cold air hit me like a mallet and I lost my breath.

"Stop!" I gasped and I slumped, I was over come by the strangest feeling of weightlessness and some how being crushed as well. I closed my eyes.

Someone picked me up.

"Don't you fucking dare go to sleep Cloud! I will fucking kill you if you fucking start over dosing on me. FUCK!" Reno screamed but his voice seemed far off and I felt my self being placed sitting up on the sidewalk against a brick wall. I opened my eyes, but everything swam out of focus as my eyes rolled back in my sockets. Eye rolls, fuck I hate eye rolls.

"Cloud, unclench your jaw," Zack asked softly, but I shook my head and then yelped at the sensation. "Cloud. Please, talk to me, don't go to sleep." He said in desperation, he's almost seen me die once (Don't call me over dramatic! I could have died! Blood loss much!).

"Tell me something about yourself." He asked anxiously trying to get me to stay awake. What ever was in that pill washed over the speed and all I wanted to do was sleep.

I fell for his trick and words spilled from my mouth.

"My birthday is the 19th of August," I whispered, all niceness had left my body and replaced by a sickening drowsiness that I tried to fight. "I'm-I'm seventeen, I like cats." "Cloud you should be at school, you shouldn't be at Seventh Heaven," My eyes stopped rolling and Zack swam into vision, Reno was standing over his should looking pale and panicked. The SOLDIER glanced at the Turk and said "You never said he was a kid."

Reno just shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head. No one but me, well, and now Zack and Reno knew my real age.

"Shut up! You don't understand!" I hissed and my eyes rolled upwards again.

"Cloud. Aw fuck it Princess, I know you don't like just much. But we like you." The redhead's voice was slightly sleazy, Zack interjected. "Keep talkin' Spiky, what's your favourite movie?"

Zack had me talking, I told him all the trivial boring facts about my life, about my passions and pet hates. He seemed sensitive now that I'd told him my age. And I felt he wanted to talk more about my life. That made me feel sick.

I'd hope that next time I saw Zack that I'd renew my dislike for him, but instead I found myself growing attached to him. He was so oddly persistent and strangely caring. He'd grown up from that nervous homophobic little boy I'd first met. It made me grow suspicious as well, what his motive behind this forced friendship?

Reno vanished in a while came back with salt water from the medic's (to settle my stomach) that he forced me to swallow. And then men moved me in to the back of the beast.

"Jesus Princess, you've really out done your self this time."

My body shuddered, wracked with pain and I started to cry like a child. I was fighting all the drugs that riddled my body and the sleep that wanted to over power me.

"DON'T LET VALENTINE GET ME!" I screeched, stilling up and falling out the open door of the car rolling onto the ash felt. They'd left me for a moment to smoke, but from the Zack and Reno pulled me into the backseat, Reno was already bored and wanted to take me back. Though it was almost dawn and Zack had said it was too risky, even with Rude at Seventh Heaven.

"Shut the fuck up yo," Reno hissed and took another drag from his Phoenix Down brand cigarette. But he knew that the SOLDIER was right.

Zack was sympathetic to my now pointless ranting.

"He said, I'm his one true love," I stared at Zack with wide eyes. "He marked me! I don't want to belong to him! I don't even belong to me! I don't-I don't…" The more tired I became the more my pain grew and my stomach gurgled. I made less and less sense.

"He's not going to get you Cloud," he sighed and tightened his grip on my hand. I returned the squeeze with an alien bone crushing strength. The SOLDIER winced.

My eyes were closed and I tried to whisper, not wishing Reno to hear me.

"Zack-Zack, are you going to kill me?" I giggled and choked back sobs.

"No Cloud," He said softly, then lowering his voice said, "Run away from this Cloud run away from everything or it's going to catch up with you. And that'll be soon Princess, sooner then you think."

Those words made no sense to me and I almost had forgotten them by the next morning.

"Zack, are you gay?" I whispered, no longer able to fight my tiredness anymore.

"Why does it matter Princess, you hate me remember." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah." I muttered "But I kissed you." No long being able to fight it I shut my eyes.

"What of it?" His voice was cold.

"Nothing. I'm going to sleep."

Maybe its time to be honest with you all, I've let myself slip up to many times. I didn't hate him. I never hated him. It's just within my nature to be that defensive. Zack and Reno were the first real substance in my life since before my mother died.

They were odd balls, druggies, and typical males. I don't even know why they found me so endearing to hang out with.

This is where things start getting weird.

I'd kissed Zack and almost given Reno a heart attack.

But that was almost nothing compared to-