I wanted to post this here because I am going to enter it in a competition on another forum soon, and I remembered this board had a lot of Reno fans. Let me know how you like it, it's my first story with out Vincent, and oddly, my first to include the Turks in more than a paragraph at a time.

Enjoy!

A Day in the Life of a Turk

“Uh huh… right, Boss, we’ll be on it.” He pulled the cell phone away from his ear and closed it. “Right after lunch, yo.”
His partner chuckled slightly and handed him a menu. “Sushi alright?”
He nodded, stuffing his mouth with one of the samples on the table as he sat back down, sliding his phone into his pocket. “Can’t beat the sushi.”
The waiter approached, nodding as the bald man in the blue suit held up two fingers. He took their menus then and headed off. Shortly they were served, both eating their fill before standing, stretching, and heading out the door, a suitable tip left on the table beside the money for the meal.
“H-hey… you two!” an elderly gentleman ran up behind them. He gained their attention uneasily, knowing exactly who they were. “Some men are robbing my daughter, could you please stop them?” he hastily sputtered.
The spiky redhead grinned slightly, throwing a glance to his counterpart.
“We’re not police.” The bald one said.
“P…please… I beg of you, I will pay, you can have all my money, just see to it she isn’t hurt!”
“On it.” The redhead nodded, brushing past the gentleman.
His friend ran up, catching him as they continued in the direction of the commotion. “What about the mission?”
“S*crew the mission, yo.”
“Somehow I imagine that’s not all you plan on screwing.”
“We’re heroes, remember? It’s like our duty, yo.”
He wondered which part of that his partner considered his duty, the heroics, or the screwing.
“Fine.” Rude pulled his baton out then, seeing the alleyway and choosing to further ignore the bullshit. “But I swear... if I ever see another silver-haired pretty boy, I am going to scream.”
Reno pulled out his baton also. “Look on the bright side.” He smirked wider. “I don’t see any dragons around.”

(Writers Note: I apologize for dancing around the word filter, but it didn't stop me from saying the word with "-ing", so I figured it was alright to add, besides, it takes a large meaning out of the story without it.)

“I think she likes you, Palo!” the greasy man said as he tensed his handgun to her temple, his hand still clamped over her mouth. Her screams came out muffled.
“Is that right?” The man—Palo—smiled wide as he traced a line around her stomach with his gun, still sliding her watch into his pocket with his left hand.
Their concentration was broken by the sound of a forced cough.
They turned, to see the two, well dressed, baton wielding men standing at the entrance to the alley. “We’re not interrupting anything, are we?” the bald one asked.
“Don’t look like it, yo.” They began down the alley. “I doubt either of them could handle such a lovely lady.” The redhead winked.
Being as stupid as their current opposition was rightfully assuming them to be, they threw the woman behind them, stepping forward with both guns held lightly in hand. They clearly had no decent grip or stance behind their pitiful attempt to appear menacing.
“Let’s go easy on them, yo.”
“If you say so.”
Once they were within a yard, the two gunmen tensed up, the one on the left shouting, “That’s far enough!”
Reno turned to look at Rude, then to the dumpster behind him before looking back at him again and raising his eyebrows. Rude nodded, and twisted his head sideways in a left to right circular motion. Reno shook his head, reversing the motion then before shrugging. Rude shook his head and Reno nodded.
The two thieves gave each other worried looks as the two suited men seemed to be having a conversation right in front of them.
In a flash, Reno swung and so did Rude.
The redhead brought his baton right to left, knocking the poorly held firearm from the man’s hand before his elbow connected square into his greasy face, sending him to the pavement. Rude swung upwards, under-handing his baton to disarm his target in one swift and fluent motion. He quickly grasped the man’s crotch with a tight vice before placing his other hand on the man’s shoulder, lifting him off the ground and hurling him over his shoulder, into the awaiting dumpster.
The man in the dumpster tried to rise, but Rude slammed the lid down hard. A satisfying grunt came shortly after.
Reno crouched low, looking at the man laid out in front of him as he too struggled to lean up, holding his bleeding nose.
“Yo, apologize to the lady.” He nodded.
“Fu—”
Before he could finish, the tip of the baton was pressed against his chest, and he began to writhe around as a fish out of water when the electric current surged through his body, his muscles still twitched even immediately afterwards.
“That apology did not sound polite.”
“S-sorry!” he shouted, but again received the electroshock.
The man mumbled afterwards, unable to speak coherently from the pain. Reno stood, and Rude drug the man by the foot to the dumpster, where he was promptly deposited alongside his comrade before the Turk rummaged through their pockets, retrieving their stolen items and slamming the lid shut again.
Reno offered the lady a hand up. After she was standing, she thanked them both while Rude returned her personal affects. “Hey… you are the ones who saved those children!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Rude nodded before his cell began to ring. He held up one finger and backed out of the alley then.
When he flipped it open, the voice of the other side—the voice of the President no less—began.
“Why am I not surprised?” he asked.
“Sorry, Sir, we were taking care of some very pressing business.” Rude turned just as Reno had started to curse at the dumpster, banging it on the side with his baton as he tried to impress the victim.
“Yes… Though, high-speed chases do not wait… even for the Turks… and especially you two.”
“What about El—”
“What about you two?”
“Yes… Right away, Sir.”
He closed the cell then, turning down the alley.
“Boss?” his partner yelled.
He nodded. “Reno, let’s go!”

(Continue down for the second half)

(Continued from above)

The Shinra chopper flew overhead the massive highway now; its propellers a constant repeating whooshes as they descended on the panel van. Rude checked his gun briefly before sliding it away again into its holster and pulling his gloves on. Reno pulled back on the controls in his hand, beginning their descent.
It was then that the door to the van flew open and the strangely dressed man within leveled a rocket launcher with the helicopter.
“Is he serious, yo?”
Rude’s opinion was more than evident in his reaction as he slid the door to the chopper back and leapt, Reno shortly doing the same.
The missile exploded from the cannon and impacted dead center with their helicopter. It then began its fiery descent as both Turks turned their heads to look at it, now standing on the highway.
Reno shook his head in anger and leveled his baton in line with the truck. On command, the green orb in its leather handgrip began to glow, and the pavement in front of the vehicle rose up underneath it, bringing the van to a crashing stop upside down. Exchanging satisfied nods, the Turks approached.
Staggering out from the wreckage came a man in a jumpsuit. As he approached, they could see clearly he also wore a helmet, and that both were covered in blue stripes. He was shouting at them, angrily and brandished a pistol. Rude quickly drew his own handgun and shot the man twice, once in the knee, and again in the arm holding the gun.
They stopped less than a foot from him.
Rude started. “What are you guys supposed to be? No, wait… lemme guess… Team Mudslide?”
“Team Overflow?”
“Team Rocket?”
“That one’s retarded, yo.”
Rude shrugged. “Speaking of rockets, where’s the wise guy?”
The man before them merely laughed and fell over backwards repeating, “You will see.” Before his voice tapered off.
“Yo, crazy man!” Reno shouted.
It was then that the back doors of the panel van burst off and a massive hulking monster lumbered out. The two of them exchanged worried glances as looked at it, its thick hide rippling with muscle which seemed disproportioned. It was vaguely human, two arms, two legs, but its head was large and sported a horn.
“One of Hojo’s?” Rude asked.
“One of Hojo’s…” Reno echoed, his head bobbing up and down.
It growled then, charging for the both of them. One punch from a fist nearly half the size of his body sent Reno flying backwards through the air roughly twenty feet before he finally touched the ground again, spinning and tumbling another ten or so. He stood back up as it turned and batted Rude away, lining up its next punch to finish him. Reno snorted and held up his baton again, the green stone opposite the one previously used lit up now as a streak of white lightning shrieked through the open air.
Steam rolled off the thing’s body after it finished enduring the attack, seemingly no worse off for the ware, but grandly ****ed at Reno now.
It lowered its head and charged.
Halfway to its target, Rude leapt onto its back, punching it in the neck. Reno remained calm, quickly but accurately removing the most recently used green orb from his baton and replacing it with a red one. With a deft snap of the wrist, it began to glow.
He smiled then, casually brushing the dirt off his jacket.
Just as the monster was about to pummel him to a pulp, a massive hand grasped its leg and pulled back, stopping it short as it fell forward and smashed into the ground. Rude came tumbling off it then and rolled nearly the entire way to Reno who nonchalantly offered him a hand up.
“Titan?” Rude remarked as he looked to the two massive beings as they slugged it out now before the pair.
“Yo, you’re lucky you got that. I had to trade four of my mastered before she even considered letting me borrow it.”
The bald headed man laughed. “That woman and her Materia…”
“There are Kleptomaniacs… what would that be? Materimaniacs, yo?”
“I think that’s the deepest thought you’ve had all day.”
“Thanks. I try, yo.”
They both turned, beginning towards the wreckage when the ground shook violently. Turning back, the mutant stood over the body of Titan, its form quickly dissipating into a vaporous smoke.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Rude murmured as he watched Reno take off at full speed, quickly following his wise partner’s lead.
“We’ve got to do something!”
“Before you ask… I think he’s coming.” Rude took the loud footfalls as proof of that.
“Very funny!”

Emerging from the other side of the tunnel they had escaped through, Reno and Rude both looked for a way out, their eyes scanning fast. Reno almost wanted to kiss her when he heard a voice from above call out, “Senpai!”
Two ropes dangled down and they quickly scrambled up them. As the beast lumbered out below, Reno turned to face Tseng.
“Plan?”
“We we’re hoping you had one.”
“When have you ever known us to not just wing it, yo?”
Rude drew his gun, watching their two newest arrivals do the same.
Reno instead shouted, “Hold him off, yo!” and rushed down over the top of the tunnel towards where this brawl had begun.
Together, the three Turks fired simultaneously on the creature, only stopping to reload and beginning again just as quickly. The creature let out a roar and leapt at them. Again, a hastened retreat was in order, and they darted, following in fast pursuit of Reno, firing as they went.
By the time they reached the end, they saw Reno at the truck, and heard him yell out, “Jump down!”
They complied, leaving only the huge beast up on the roof. In seconds, Reno had his shot. Lining up his recently retrieved and reloaded rocket launcher, he pulled the trigger. The projectile came streaking outwards, a line of gray smoke in its wake.
The explosion took out a good portion of the tunnel, and the highway. A large arm landed directly in front of Elena, multiple body parts landing all about the pavement. Reno sauntered up then, the rocket launcher slung over his shoulder fashionably as he lined up with the other three, all of them looking out at the destruction.
“Tell the boss we need a new chopper.” Rude gestured to the wreckage nearby.
Tseng scoffed. “I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that request… again.”

It was nearly dusk when Reno and Rude both came into the Seventh Heaven, taking a seat by the window after ordering a round of drinks. Rude glanced back and forth, but his partner tapped him on the arm.
“Get over her, yo.”
“I know, I just…”
“Drink! I’m just mad we didn’t find this place until now, yo!”
“Well… you did sort of destroy the last one.”
“If we’re going to start pointing figures here, I will recite how much Shinra property you’ve acquired since Meteor.”
“You never know when you will need a stockpile.”
“I think those ten crates of explosives might be a little excessive, yo.”
“Fourteen.”
“Whatever, yo.”
“Can I take your order, Sirs?”
“We already—” Reno stopped mid sentence, turning to look at the waitress, who was the same woman they had saved earlier in the day. “Two of whatever you’d like to share with me at the bar.”
Rude sighed slightly, shaking his head as he suppressed a smile.
“Anything for my handsome hero.” She smiled at him and turned, heading towards the bar.
Rude’s mouth hung at how easily she seemed to forget his involvement in her rescue. “I’m taking your drink.” He informed Reno as he started to leave.
“Have fun, yo.” And with that, he was gone.
Rude slowly leaned back, kicking his legs up onto the table as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.
He sighed then; another job was complete. Rufus was upset about the helicopter. Reeve was worried about their strange new terrorists.

He thought to himself. What an uneventful day…

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To be honest, I am slightly worried about my characterization of the Turks, and whether or not this is a complete short story, such as, Beginning, Middle, and End.

If you picked up on any of that, good or bad, please, lemme know.

Thanks for reading!

--Fatebringer

I'm very impressed, Fatebringer! That was quite well written and to be honest, you had me wanting to know what the heck happened next. Good job. :amused:

I wouldn't worry too much about the Turks being out of character. I think you did a good job of making Reno and Rude communicate without having to talk. That was certainly the case in the movie. I think the only thing that really got on my nerves is Reno's constant use of "yo". :cheesy:

Impressive work. Truly a day in the life of a Turk dear.:bigsmile:

I don't think the Turks are out of character at all. I think ALL of them in your fanfiction are taken straight out of Advent Children... so fresh in my memory. It's a very nice story...with a little bit of action and Reno being his silly self. :toung: I love the Reno you wrote. His personality, the words he uses and the way he fights. It's Reno...being 100% Reno.
As for Rude, very nice also. His little crush on Tifa...and of course, his sarcasm towards precious Reno. :laugh:
Tseng, although he didn't say much...was himself too. Amazing how you grasped every little aspect of them in such a short fanfiction. I'm loving the humour. Nice words and varied use of vocabulary. An honor to have you on boards.
Great job Fatebringer! *bows*

Ps: Tell us how the competition went oki?