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Cut Out of Crystal
0 ReviewsCloud has an interesting last night in Junon before he is sent to Nibelheim.
Author's note: This was originally just me randomly writing one night at about 3 am in the morning and it evolved into this. It's from Cloud's POV (which was a surprise), although I don't actually say names, and an interesting night with a turk just before the Nibelheim massacre. Just a random generic turk character. It's not Reno or the Rod Turk from Before Crisis. I just like the weapon..
He just sat there, pouring more and more of that vile drink down his throat. He had been sitting there for about five hours already. For some reason he just couldn't get enough of the booze that stained his blazer. I looked at my watched and tapped my foot impatiently. I had been assigned to watch on him because the boss felt he needed it. I wouldn't have went to watch the turk if it had been up to me. Of course, me being a lowly regular soldier, I had no say in the kind of jobs I got. It's hardly what I imagined when I joined.
"Siddown and have a drink." He's saying, or trying to say, since he's so soused he can barely move his lips in any form that resembles talking. I shake my head, and look out the window again.
"C'mon, I wanna tel ya somethin'." That's what I think he is trying to say, but I still don't understand him.
For a man to be reduced down to this.. I just sit and stare at him drinking his liquor, then look out the window some more. It's now way past 1 a.m. He flips over another shot glass that he just emptied and set it on the castle thing he was building. The streets outside are cold and dark. There's nobody out, not even in this huge city, tonight. The giant canon blackens the sky outside so it's even free of moonlight and starts. It's eriely quiet outside the bar, and the bar owner looks like he wants to close up shop about now too. Yet still he sits there drinking. I almost pity him. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell that thing he's building is.
"Damned blasted mission anyway." He mumbles, or something like that. He lifts his head up somewhat from the puddle of drool he collected on the bar top. "Y'know, they did this on purpose..." I fold my arms and wait. Perhaps this is a prelude to leaving. I can barely suppress my yawns as it is.
"Please sir, let's get out of here before it gets light out." I say.
"N-no!" He sits up straighter at that. "I haven't finished yet, and I'm gonna darn well finish.. Don'tcha know why I'm here?"
I wordlessly shake my head. I remember that the night sky in Nibelheim had never been black like this. It was always full of stars that made the black turn navy blue. Kinda like the turk's uniform, but yknow, prettier. That thought reminds me of warm eyes that laughed just by looking at you.
"I'm here tryin' to bloody forget, that's wha'." He slumps back over after chugging more of that brew. "M'partner.. d'ya know what it feels like?" He slurs, and somehow I got the feeling for all the drunk he was acting, he still had something inside that was as sober and sharp as a sword. "They killed him.. yknow. Sent him out withou' proper backup.." He hiccups hard. "I shoulda been with him.. it's my fault.."
I sigh. "That's not true. You couldn't have done anything. It's your partner's fault for leaving like that. He should have known-" Before I can get another word out, the turk jumps up fast as lightning and grabs me by the throat. The next thing I know, I'm being pushed against the wall by my chin and he's glaring at me with a fierce light in his eyes, and I knew it wasn't because of all the booze he drank. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. I thought I was been getting better at talking to people, but I guess not. I stuck my foot in it again.
"What DO you know, kid?" Yep, definitely stuck my foot in. "Pffh, you're just a spoiled little small town brat, you know nothin' about the streets or the city. Ya can barely take care of yerself here, and god forbid Midgar. Yer totally ignorant of the kinda things people'll do to ya out back in an alleyway, and the even worse things they do to you from fat corporate offices." He slowly lets me down, and I rub my throat and my chin. "Yer not even old enough to understand regret, or think about what it was like before the word got fucked up." This was surprising, coming from the turk. He shakes his head once, almost if a bit sad. I had never figured that anything but greed lived in that guy's heart. Since joining the Shinra, a lot of my childhood illusions faded to gray, though I was sure people were better than he said.
He walks back to the bar, not staggering in the least even though I was sure there was enough alcohol in his blood to down a chocobo, pulls out his wallet and dumps a wad of gil on the counter. I blink in surprise because I heard he usually always tabbed it to the company, but... I guess it's because tonight is different.
"C'mon kid, let's go." He grabs his electro rod off the counter and heads towards the door.
I shrug and follow him, but just as he reaches the door, he looks back at the empty bar.
"Seeya later, buddy." At least that's what I thought he said. You know.. Him being drunk and everything. It sounded kinda wistful, as if he was saying goodbye to a friend, instead of an empty bar with a nearly irate owner.. As we left the bar, he casually slings an arm around my shoulders. "Hey kid, I hear ya up for a job with Sephiroth next..."
Over the next couple of weeks, I kinda figured out what he meant when he said I didn't know anything about what people could do to you.
He just sat there, pouring more and more of that vile drink down his throat. He had been sitting there for about five hours already. For some reason he just couldn't get enough of the booze that stained his blazer. I looked at my watched and tapped my foot impatiently. I had been assigned to watch on him because the boss felt he needed it. I wouldn't have went to watch the turk if it had been up to me. Of course, me being a lowly regular soldier, I had no say in the kind of jobs I got. It's hardly what I imagined when I joined.
"Siddown and have a drink." He's saying, or trying to say, since he's so soused he can barely move his lips in any form that resembles talking. I shake my head, and look out the window again.
"C'mon, I wanna tel ya somethin'." That's what I think he is trying to say, but I still don't understand him.
For a man to be reduced down to this.. I just sit and stare at him drinking his liquor, then look out the window some more. It's now way past 1 a.m. He flips over another shot glass that he just emptied and set it on the castle thing he was building. The streets outside are cold and dark. There's nobody out, not even in this huge city, tonight. The giant canon blackens the sky outside so it's even free of moonlight and starts. It's eriely quiet outside the bar, and the bar owner looks like he wants to close up shop about now too. Yet still he sits there drinking. I almost pity him. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell that thing he's building is.
"Damned blasted mission anyway." He mumbles, or something like that. He lifts his head up somewhat from the puddle of drool he collected on the bar top. "Y'know, they did this on purpose..." I fold my arms and wait. Perhaps this is a prelude to leaving. I can barely suppress my yawns as it is.
"Please sir, let's get out of here before it gets light out." I say.
"N-no!" He sits up straighter at that. "I haven't finished yet, and I'm gonna darn well finish.. Don'tcha know why I'm here?"
I wordlessly shake my head. I remember that the night sky in Nibelheim had never been black like this. It was always full of stars that made the black turn navy blue. Kinda like the turk's uniform, but yknow, prettier. That thought reminds me of warm eyes that laughed just by looking at you.
"I'm here tryin' to bloody forget, that's wha'." He slumps back over after chugging more of that brew. "M'partner.. d'ya know what it feels like?" He slurs, and somehow I got the feeling for all the drunk he was acting, he still had something inside that was as sober and sharp as a sword. "They killed him.. yknow. Sent him out withou' proper backup.." He hiccups hard. "I shoulda been with him.. it's my fault.."
I sigh. "That's not true. You couldn't have done anything. It's your partner's fault for leaving like that. He should have known-" Before I can get another word out, the turk jumps up fast as lightning and grabs me by the throat. The next thing I know, I'm being pushed against the wall by my chin and he's glaring at me with a fierce light in his eyes, and I knew it wasn't because of all the booze he drank. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. I thought I was been getting better at talking to people, but I guess not. I stuck my foot in it again.
"What DO you know, kid?" Yep, definitely stuck my foot in. "Pffh, you're just a spoiled little small town brat, you know nothin' about the streets or the city. Ya can barely take care of yerself here, and god forbid Midgar. Yer totally ignorant of the kinda things people'll do to ya out back in an alleyway, and the even worse things they do to you from fat corporate offices." He slowly lets me down, and I rub my throat and my chin. "Yer not even old enough to understand regret, or think about what it was like before the word got fucked up." This was surprising, coming from the turk. He shakes his head once, almost if a bit sad. I had never figured that anything but greed lived in that guy's heart. Since joining the Shinra, a lot of my childhood illusions faded to gray, though I was sure people were better than he said.
He walks back to the bar, not staggering in the least even though I was sure there was enough alcohol in his blood to down a chocobo, pulls out his wallet and dumps a wad of gil on the counter. I blink in surprise because I heard he usually always tabbed it to the company, but... I guess it's because tonight is different.
"C'mon kid, let's go." He grabs his electro rod off the counter and heads towards the door.
I shrug and follow him, but just as he reaches the door, he looks back at the empty bar.
"Seeya later, buddy." At least that's what I thought he said. You know.. Him being drunk and everything. It sounded kinda wistful, as if he was saying goodbye to a friend, instead of an empty bar with a nearly irate owner.. As we left the bar, he casually slings an arm around my shoulders. "Hey kid, I hear ya up for a job with Sephiroth next..."
Over the next couple of weeks, I kinda figured out what he meant when he said I didn't know anything about what people could do to you.
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