All Fall Down
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skerenTitle: All Fall Down
Fandom: Final Fantasy Seven
Pairing: Loz/Rude
Words: 1,121
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Last chances are best chances.
Note: Y_C fic the Second
The explosion hadn't quite had the results they wanted. Yes, it had slowed the bastards down, took out the bikes, but they were at least giving Strife something of a chance, leaving him with one instead of three on his tail. In the flurry of action after the bomb set off, he'd been separated from his partner, leaving him once again eye to eye with the hulking figure of one of Sephiroth's remnants.
He could almost hear the fighting off to his left somewhere, but he didn't pay it all that much attention. It wasn't like Reno was about to need his help with the one he had, so better just to focus on the one that apparently had too much of a liking for him.
"You again. Do we get to play some more?"
-o-o-o-o-
The answer had been no, though the Turk had more than said yes in actions, and he had to wonder if he didn't understand how it was supposed to go. You don't say no and attack, that was… that was contrary. He'd heard Yazoo use that word a few times to describe something, or someone, who wasn't doing what they were supposed to be, so it worked here.
Rude knew how to play, even if he did seem surprised every time they did. It was like he almost didn't get that it was supposed to be fun. Sure it hurt, but that was okay, because people never got anything good if it didn't hurt at least a little. He didn't know how to say any of that though, so he didn't try. Instead he tried to show him.
Grinning, he lunged, striking hard enough to send the man flying.
-o-o-o-o-
He wouldn't admit that the man was good at this. He also wouldn't call it playing; no matter how much the silver haired man seemed to relish in the idea of it being that. It wasn't, and that was just about all he counted. Playing was explosives, drinking, and maybe, maybe a good brawl if you were Reno. There weren't enough people for him to call this a brawl, and Reno was busy elsewhere.
Still, he was getting a good workout, working on the holes in his defense and figuring out how to land in the rubble without getting himself stabbed. He wasn't paying so much attention to the changing atmosphere around them, because it wasn't really all that important. No, he needed to keep his bones intact first, anything else last.
At least the damage from the explosion was slowing the man down. That was definitely a bonus.
Downside? He'd broken his sunglasses again.
-o-o-o-o-
He could hear his brother and the redhead going back and forth, the occasional barb between quick and swift blows. Loz didn't really get why a person would bother with that. If you liked someone, then arguing with them wasn't going to get them to like you back, it just didn't work that way. It was a waste of air and was so silly.
There were better things that you could do with that, things like getting sweaty and close, slamming someone hard into a wall and kissing them, things that he wanted to do but never really had the time for. So why did his brother always waste even more time when they never really had any to spare in the first place?
Kadaj always kept them moving, and he never got a chance to play with people sturdy enough to handle it. Every time he did he got pulled away before he got to do anything really fun. He wasn't stupid, he knew things were going to slip zippy fast through his fingers again if he didn't do anything with the time he had right this second.
Before something happened again.
-o-o-o-o-
He lost all his breath in a rush when he was slammed into the ground this time, not a throw, or a punch, but a full body tackle. It likely wouldn't have been so bad if the ground had been flat instead of full of protrusions and rubble, but at least the place he landed had the benefit of not being on fire or melted. Some debris from the explosion was still falling, and it had been less than pleasant when he had found the last one during this little match when he'd stumbled a while before.
He didn't like the idea of being accidentally caught on fire.
Getting his hands up between them to do some damage while he strove to recover lost air, he ended up fumbling instead when lips came down on his, wholly unexpected and something of a shock in the fact that it wasn't quite unwelcome.
He kneed the man in the groin.
-o-o-o-o-
He jerked back out of the kiss with a grunt, feeling a bit betrayed by the fact the man even did that. That wasn't how you were supposed to play! He wanted to glare when that got a brief flicker of a grin through the stoicism, but he didn't because not only did that hurt, but it seemed that the man had, sort of, gotten the point. Finally.
He just sort of wished he'd gotten the point on a less sensitive part of his anatomy, maybe his head, or his chest, even a winding blow would have been better than him going for there. The reflexive protection of there meant that he lost his grip and the other man managed to get mostly to his feet again before he recovered.
By the time he was on his feet too, the moment was gone, and he just knew he was never going to get a chance at it again. That wasn't fair at all, but lots of things seemed to not be fair. Still, he could be wrong and he would at least try, even if the skies had gotten dark and there were clouds that hadn't been there before.
He was about to spring back into movement when he heard his brother, Yazoo's voice instantly earning his full attention and freezing him to the spot. "Loz, we have to go."
"Yazoo?" He didn't like being so still, everything ached when he was, and he wasn't really used to that feeling. It meant bad things.
"We have to go. Kadaj needs us. We have to go."
He wavered a little in indecision, but Kadaj was really more important than wishful thinking. Family was more important. Nodding to himself, reconfirming his choice, he backed away, leaving the other man unsteady on his feet so he could go with Yazoo.
There wouldn't be time later, but at least he'd seized his chance. It was the best he could do.
Fandom: Final Fantasy Seven
Pairing: Loz/Rude
Words: 1,121
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Last chances are best chances.
Note: Y_C fic the Second
The explosion hadn't quite had the results they wanted. Yes, it had slowed the bastards down, took out the bikes, but they were at least giving Strife something of a chance, leaving him with one instead of three on his tail. In the flurry of action after the bomb set off, he'd been separated from his partner, leaving him once again eye to eye with the hulking figure of one of Sephiroth's remnants.
He could almost hear the fighting off to his left somewhere, but he didn't pay it all that much attention. It wasn't like Reno was about to need his help with the one he had, so better just to focus on the one that apparently had too much of a liking for him.
"You again. Do we get to play some more?"
-o-o-o-o-
The answer had been no, though the Turk had more than said yes in actions, and he had to wonder if he didn't understand how it was supposed to go. You don't say no and attack, that was… that was contrary. He'd heard Yazoo use that word a few times to describe something, or someone, who wasn't doing what they were supposed to be, so it worked here.
Rude knew how to play, even if he did seem surprised every time they did. It was like he almost didn't get that it was supposed to be fun. Sure it hurt, but that was okay, because people never got anything good if it didn't hurt at least a little. He didn't know how to say any of that though, so he didn't try. Instead he tried to show him.
Grinning, he lunged, striking hard enough to send the man flying.
-o-o-o-o-
He wouldn't admit that the man was good at this. He also wouldn't call it playing; no matter how much the silver haired man seemed to relish in the idea of it being that. It wasn't, and that was just about all he counted. Playing was explosives, drinking, and maybe, maybe a good brawl if you were Reno. There weren't enough people for him to call this a brawl, and Reno was busy elsewhere.
Still, he was getting a good workout, working on the holes in his defense and figuring out how to land in the rubble without getting himself stabbed. He wasn't paying so much attention to the changing atmosphere around them, because it wasn't really all that important. No, he needed to keep his bones intact first, anything else last.
At least the damage from the explosion was slowing the man down. That was definitely a bonus.
Downside? He'd broken his sunglasses again.
-o-o-o-o-
He could hear his brother and the redhead going back and forth, the occasional barb between quick and swift blows. Loz didn't really get why a person would bother with that. If you liked someone, then arguing with them wasn't going to get them to like you back, it just didn't work that way. It was a waste of air and was so silly.
There were better things that you could do with that, things like getting sweaty and close, slamming someone hard into a wall and kissing them, things that he wanted to do but never really had the time for. So why did his brother always waste even more time when they never really had any to spare in the first place?
Kadaj always kept them moving, and he never got a chance to play with people sturdy enough to handle it. Every time he did he got pulled away before he got to do anything really fun. He wasn't stupid, he knew things were going to slip zippy fast through his fingers again if he didn't do anything with the time he had right this second.
Before something happened again.
-o-o-o-o-
He lost all his breath in a rush when he was slammed into the ground this time, not a throw, or a punch, but a full body tackle. It likely wouldn't have been so bad if the ground had been flat instead of full of protrusions and rubble, but at least the place he landed had the benefit of not being on fire or melted. Some debris from the explosion was still falling, and it had been less than pleasant when he had found the last one during this little match when he'd stumbled a while before.
He didn't like the idea of being accidentally caught on fire.
Getting his hands up between them to do some damage while he strove to recover lost air, he ended up fumbling instead when lips came down on his, wholly unexpected and something of a shock in the fact that it wasn't quite unwelcome.
He kneed the man in the groin.
-o-o-o-o-
He jerked back out of the kiss with a grunt, feeling a bit betrayed by the fact the man even did that. That wasn't how you were supposed to play! He wanted to glare when that got a brief flicker of a grin through the stoicism, but he didn't because not only did that hurt, but it seemed that the man had, sort of, gotten the point. Finally.
He just sort of wished he'd gotten the point on a less sensitive part of his anatomy, maybe his head, or his chest, even a winding blow would have been better than him going for there. The reflexive protection of there meant that he lost his grip and the other man managed to get mostly to his feet again before he recovered.
By the time he was on his feet too, the moment was gone, and he just knew he was never going to get a chance at it again. That wasn't fair at all, but lots of things seemed to not be fair. Still, he could be wrong and he would at least try, even if the skies had gotten dark and there were clouds that hadn't been there before.
He was about to spring back into movement when he heard his brother, Yazoo's voice instantly earning his full attention and freezing him to the spot. "Loz, we have to go."
"Yazoo?" He didn't like being so still, everything ached when he was, and he wasn't really used to that feeling. It meant bad things.
"We have to go. Kadaj needs us. We have to go."
He wavered a little in indecision, but Kadaj was really more important than wishful thinking. Family was more important. Nodding to himself, reconfirming his choice, he backed away, leaving the other man unsteady on his feet so he could go with Yazoo.
There wouldn't be time later, but at least he'd seized his chance. It was the best he could do.