#y4zoo

 no air of threat hangs in the air ,    for some reason they sink in a silence that the redhead breaks .    unlike him , yazoo isn't seated . on his feet and ready to strike back if reno tried anything ;    the turk didn't seem to be carrying any sort of  orders   from his higher ups tonight .    no need to fight for now ,    yazoo leans against a metal bar and crosses his arms with a small shake of his head .    why would he mind at all ?    smoke flies in the darkness of the night , yazoo lets his gaze rest on the red locks when reno looks away from him . he couldn't understand why smoke and toxic air could make him relax ,    curiosity   picks at his skin but dies down pretty quickly when their eyes meet again . ❛   .   .   .   isn't that going to kill you ?   ❜ comes a quiet question after a few minutes of silence .    kadaj and loz were probably asleep in a discreet apartment they were told to hide in , nothing but three beds and a refrigerator was in there .    yazoo couldn't sleep ,    and he didn't want to stay inside and listen to loz sniffle and sob until he fell asleep . the smoke reaches his nostrils , and makes him scrunch his nose in slight disgust .    and reno allows it in his lungs .

‘ Don’t knock it till ya try it~ ’ He hummed with a smirk , inhaling another deep puff of smoke , holding it a moment before slowly releasing it into the air between them.

He leaned back , kicking his legs up onto a sofa , and letting his eyes fall shut while he waved a cigarette adorned hand.

❝ Live for yourself. They cannot dictate your value. ❞

no pressure to reply just wanted to send this in hehe .

Sephiroth's twisted little child. One third of a psychotic, leather bound gang obsessed with Jenova. Had the image been presented to Reno years prior, a bark of laughter would have dominated over an imagination amusing the possibility. Strange occurrences transpired across the planet, even stranger persons, however Sephiroth had been longed declared dead and encased under the will of the Lifestream. Expectations proved time and time again to be shattered.

Certainly if Reno was felled by a glorious exit, only his legacy among the Turks would be remembered until the years passed where only historians could be bothered to recall details of ShinRa's rise and fall. Sephiroth lived on in one way or another — curse him. And residents young and old were plagued by the newest affliction gripping Gaia. The President struck down from his ivory tower was not immune to it . . and neither was his loyal Turk. Reno was fortunate the effects did not cripple him in the ways in gripped others.

He ignored the pains and continued working dutiful; in fact, he worked harder than necessary, believing distraction and physical aptness would keep the Geostigma at bay. A cough there. A fever there. For the first time since his first year as a Turk, white-button down shirt was buttoned all the way up to hide the hideous stains. It was a mark of shame, and a mark of brotherhood for the Sephiroth triplets, apparently. They were insane, yet they were more than men. For all their speeches and proclamations, perhaps they were the secret to his and the President's salvation.

The redheaded Turk was too weak to take down and use any of the triplets, so Reno used his smarts . . a severely underestimated trait of his. Turks, however, survived because instinct to kill and to survive were equally strong. There was much to be learned by playing the ally. Gathering of the children had been odd, admittedly, but Reno had followed the heroic chocobo headed ex-SOLDIER and put on a show. The brothers and Reno versus Valentine and Cloud.

Ignoring the fact all three brothers were incapable of taking down Cloud, the Turk assured himself had he been in peak shape, he could have finished the job. Having a limb nearly sliced off by a buster sword helped his cause however. When the redhead roused himself out of his defeated stupor, there was . . Yazoo being none too gentle in wiping a half damp piece of cloth against the rivulets of blood moving down his arm. It felt strange being tended to by him. It felt strange being tended to by anyone, anyone beside Rude. Anxious, weakened, and in pain, Reno shifted with agitation as the moment continued in extended silence.

                                   (  ❛  You don't have to do that, ya' know.  ❜  )

Fingertips of left hand drummed against the side of thigh while the right twirled electro mag-rod through the air, allowing the powered-down weapon to rest upon shoulders.

                                 (  ❛  What is there to say? Do I have to say something? He’s Sephiroth’s spunk! No, don’t correct me. He looks like there’d be banners of him on Sector 8 like those loveless posters, y’know. A model of some kind; an actor for some dramatic play. The way he looks at me though — it makes me feel like some rodent, and he’s the snake looking to eat me . . eyes and all.  ❜  ) 

Free hand moved in the air, and pointer and middle finger extended and bent to mimic the strike of a viper’s fangs.

How easily was his single weakness laid bare; the job was done and now his only task would be to protect her. If it had been him alone, he would be able to take everything they could give-- and even if he couldn’t, that would have been okay. But he could not allow Elena to come to harm like this...

He tried to move closer, tried to get to her. 

“You’re going to be okay-- You’ll be okay. They’re just cowards !” Trying to goad them might be stupid, but he’s dizzy from a head wound and getting desperate. “They’re too weak to hurt me, they’re just cowards...!”

@y4zoo:

 A SIGH SPEAKS OF THE LIMIT OF HIS PATIENCE ; green eyes close as a tissue is being played between gloved hands to wipe away the blood . when he opens them he's staring straight at his brother , not paying mind to the unconscious man tied to the chair . yazoo likes to keep them awake until he's done with them , likes to see them see what he's doing to them but sometimes loz couldn't quite control the strength of his punches . ❛ no . you were just trying to get it done as quick as possible so you can go fix your motorcycle . ❜ he says quietly , yet no sign of malice lays beneath his velvetine timbre . a hand grabs the back of a clean chair and pulls it closer to their victim to sit down , his arms crossed , one leg over the other . this one definitely knew nothing , but yazoo was irritated with how he kept them busy so he had to wait for his punishment . after he woke up of course . he frowns , suddenly letting his gaze flick toward his brother . ❛ why do i get to be the good cop ? ❜

The last handful of days had been nothing short of miserable, awful, unwanted drudgery and routine. Being without Mother was still painful, so painful- Like he was dying inside, but death never came.

Those Turks should have tried to kill him, instead. Why didn’t they kill him? Why wouldn’t they kill him? Even when he had crushed a man's face in like an egg, employing their very limbs like a bludgeon, they refused to kill him.

He’d nearly scratched his skin open in large, bleeding tracts from the sheer boredom. He wanted to see Big Brother again… Wanted to feel the hate rolling off of his smaller frame, to see that intense and determined glare boring straight through him with violent intentions.

They were the same, he was sure of it. The blonde tried to be good and play hero, but deep down... He’d felt that insane presence ramping up the tension and pressure of their first battle with all the force of a speeding train.

It had been so much fun.

Breathing in the dirty air of the city again was great, but he didn’t spend much time getting himself prepared. No, he was too excited for that, needed to hunt down someone who knew about Big Brother and his tons of swords. Killing some inferior weaklings just because he could wouldn’t be enough.

Back when Kadaj had briefed them on the mission, they had mentioned some boring crap about the delivery service. That Lockhart would be an obstacle- They all were informed, she was one of the more directly annoying forces standing in their way. Why was that, again...? Like it mattered. If that lady knew where Cloud was, then he needed to find her and soon.

❛ why do i get to be the good cop ? ❜

“What, you mad I'm doin' a better job than you?" Loz singsongs, cocking his head at a haughty angle and smirking at Yazoo's sour mood.

"All they do is scream and say the same thing when you're bad cop, it's BORING."

After clearing his throat, he refocuses his limited attention span back upon their new playmate.

send in “ hey… are you sure you’re alright? “ .- for the sender to ask this, having noticed the receiver relentlessly insisting that they’re okay for a considerable length of time, in spite of numerous signs that they’re clearly not okay.

@y4zoo​​ said: “ hey… are you sure you’re alright? “

            『 ❝ ...I’m fine. ❞ 』 it was the same thing over and over again. his answer for the past probably near 1000 times Yazoo had asked him that question. it was a lie. plain and simple. but a lie Kadaj had forced himself to take as the truth. admitting that he wasn’t alright would be like admitting a weakness. and that was something he couldn’t afford to risk.             so he’d continue to convince himself he was fine until it finally worked. fake it ‘till you make it and all that. eventually he’d be alright... right?