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| Ryuusei Seito | Dec 27 2008, 03:27 PM Post #1 |
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Let The Light Surround You
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Fuse sat up slowly, scratching at the back of his head as he did so. His side was sore, his nose was still more or less flattened, and his jaw felt like a sack of cement. In other words, he was in a very bad mood. With a growl, the scavenger slipped out of his bed and moved over to his ‘closet,’ sifting through a pile of clothing until he found a suitable outfit. Mercifully, it only took him a few moments to get dressed, but he wasn’t really going anywhere today. He wasn’t going to be doing any jobs for a while. After making sure his cell phone was turned off, Ryan made his way into the junk room, grabbing some random components and throwing them onto the workbench he had scavenged from some junk pile somewhere in the slums. He wasn’t actually trying to do anything with them. It was simply an exercise to keep his mind off the pain that was still radiating through his body. Vister had completely destroyed him yesterday, and he wasn’t likely to recover soon. The objects before him were foreign, frankly, but he didn’t really care. If he was actually trying to build something, he’d take the time to learn about engineering, but all he was doing was screwing around. About ten minutes into his little session, he had created what amounted to a wheel, which he promptly rolled off of the workbench and kicked back toward the junk pile. Ryan sighed quietly and leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his chin. He had no idea what the hell to do now. “Dammit…” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “That prick…I just wanna rip his damn head off…” “Hope yer not talkin’ about me.” Fuse growled loudly and spun around in his chair, staring at the person who had just walked in. Spiky black hair, a long blue trench coat, and a look of utter satisfaction with himself on his face. It was Gene, the last person that he wanted to see today, or at all, for that matter. “How the hell’d you get in here…” “Your mom let me in. She’s a hell of a lot nicer than you, ya know.” “Eat shit, Gene, I’m not in the fuckin’ mood.” “You’re never in the ‘fuckin’ mood’, have ya noticed that?” “Not when you’re involved, I ain’t.” The tension in the air was palpable, but neither Gene nor Fuse made a move. Instead, they opted to simply stare at each other from across the room, Gene with a look of smug satisfaction on his face and Ryan wearing an expression of pure annoyance. It was the former who finally broke the silence by pulling a small card from his pocket, which he tossed at Fuse. The scavenger snagged it out of the air and glanced at it before dropping it to the ground. “No way. I’m never workin’ for you again.” “Aw, come on, Fuse,” Gene said, fully entering the room. That only served to piss Ryan off even more. “You are the best damn scavenger here, you know.” “Of course I am, but when I’m workin’ for you, I tend to get hurt an awful lot. I like to avoid that kind of shit, ya know.” “Really? That why you got yer clock cleaned by Vister yesterday?” Ryan resisted the urge to grab the biggest piece of junk in the room and brutally murder Gene with it, but there was something else that bothered him about that statement. “…How the hell did you know about that?” he asked, though he was sure that he wouldn’t like the answer. “Please, Fuse. You know better than that. I know things that you’d rather not have people find out.” Of course, Ryan realized that Gene was correct on that account, and therefore had no grounds on which to object to his ‘friends’ most recent job request. After all, he had done a few things that he wasn’t particularly proud of, and he wanted to keep them from reaching his mother. Even though she knew what he did for a living, there were many things that she was unaware of. That was something he wanted to avoid. “Feh…fine, what the hell do you want this time?” “See? That’s more like it.” Gene leaned back against a wall and motioned for the scavenger to pick up the card. Fuse complied reluctantly and snagged the piece of paper, looking it over carefully. There was only one word on it; Oasis. He could make neither heads nor tails of that, and he could only assume that Gene knew something he didn’t. “All right, I’ll bite…what the hell is Oasis?” “Some project Shinra was workin’ on over toward Kalm. They abandoned it a few years ago, but the worksite is still there. ‘Parrently, there are some nice pieces of equipment just lying around out there. A customer of mine wants something from over there, and he’s willing to pay good gil…” “Ya mean he’s willin’ to pay you good gil.” “You’ll get a cut, of course.” “Not nearly what it’s worth for me ta do this…” “At least you’re makin’ some gil. I mean, ya gotta be hurtin’ after screwin’ up that job yesterday. Gotta make up the difference somehow, yeah?” This time, Fuse gave into his urges and threw a random piece of junk at Gene with everything he had in him. The dark haired man managed to get out of the way, but the junk did leave a small hole on the wall, which he would likely have to explain later. He could always repair it, but even still, damaging his house was something he generally tried to avoid. “I like my skull intact, you know,” Gene muttered after recovering from Ryan’s sudden attack. “Keep talkin’ shit and I’ll make sure ya have to superglue yer face back together, get me?” “You’re such a violent person, Fuse…but that also makes ya very good at what ya do. So, are you in?” Ryan didn’t have an answer yet, a fact which he relayed to Gene by simply standing up and walking out of the room. The man in the blue coat knew better than to follow him to wherever he was going, lest Fuse make good on his threat to rearrange his face. Of course, he already knew that the scavenger was going to say yes. Just mentioning Shinra around him was enough to get him to do whatever he wanted. Ryan was so easy to manipulate, which was why he was so useful. The scavenger slipped into his room and snagged his disks from the floor, slipping out his front door and into the slums of Sector 7. He had no idea where he was going, but he did need to clear his head. Gene knew how to push his buttons, after all, which was part of the reason he hated the black haired man so much. On the other hand, his jobs paid very well, and he always needed money. Plus, the fact that he’d be stealing from Shinra was always appealing to him. He lived for that kind of thing, after all. Before long, he stopped walking and simply stared straight ahead, noting that he had long since left the slums and was now out in the wilds of the area below the plate. Fuse sighed quietly and scanned his surroundings, wondering just where he had ended up. He knew that Sector 7 was somewhere behind him, so if he turned around and walked that way, he would eventually end up back at his home. However, he didn’t do that. There was something else he wanted to take care of first. “Lessee, a can, a can…I need a fuckin’ can…” he muttered as he sifted through random piles of junk looking for something resembling a cylindrical piece of aluminum. Fortunately enough, he managed to locate the remnants of a six pack of beer which was still mostly intact. A grin appeared on his face as he pulled a can from the plastic which held the entire thing together, tossing it up into the air with everything he had in him. His disks were in his hands, and a moment later, they were slicing through the air, and then through the can. Iron blades cut cleanly through the cylinder, spilling the liquid contained within all over the place. The scavenger was satisfied, but inspiration struck him a moment later. If he could make it work, if he could pull it off, then maybe he would be able to take the fight to Vister the next time they met. He just wasn’t sure that it was possible to do what he was planning to do. Of course, the only way to know was to try. As his disks boomeranged back to him, Ryan began trying to work out just what would be required to perform what he wanted to do. The best he could figure, throwing his disks one after the other was the way to go, but the real trick lied in exactly when the throw needed to be completed and how to properly snap his wrists to make it work. Fortunately, figuring out that kind of thing was something he was pretty damn good at. Fuse grabbed his weapons as they returned to him, twirling them around idly as he began working out what needed to be done. “Hmph…dammit…I can kinda see it, but if I try it like that…” The scavenger snagged another beer can and tossed it into the air, putting his plan into action. Both of his disks flew through the air, slicing down in the shape of a cross. Unfortunately, the weapons hit each other in mid flight and bounced away harmlessly. The can fell back to earth and spewed everywhere, causing Fuse to hop back in an attempt to keep himself from getting sprayed with foam. He was only partially successful. The teen recovered his weapons a few moments later and wiped them down as best he could, allowing another sigh to pass his lips. “Feh…I knew that wouldn’t work, but shit…how the hell can I do it? I can see it…it’s there, I just…rrgh…this is annoyin’…” he muttered, scratching at the back of his head. “Fuck…just throwin’ them like that won’t work…I have ta…yeah, I’ll try that, I guess…” After prying another can free from its plastic constraints, Fuse made it become airborne. A moment later, the scavenger unleashed his weapons once again, though this time, he changed the way that he did it; he released the second one a fraction of a second after the first. It worked spectacularly. The disks hit the can at almost the same time, resulting in the aluminum being carved into four separate pieces. A moment later, the weapons were back in their owner’s hands, leaving him with a huge smile on his face. “Ha…now…it just needs a name…” Fuse put his weapons back on his body and slipped his hands into his pockets. The satisfaction he felt was evident, and within a few minutes, he was back in Sector 7. It didn’t take him long to find Gene, mostly because the dark haired man was waiting for him at his front door. Ryan paused briefly before slipping past Gene, saying one simple thing as he passed. “I want half.” Gene smirked and walked away. The job was on. |
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