Episode 12
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Rudolf Doležal sat behind the wheel of his car in the darkness and contemplated things, wondering how he’d strayed so far from his purpose. Years before, he had come to this country with a sole mission in mind and had done surprisingly well. He’d walked into the ShinRa Headquarters, located Rufus ShinRa’s office, informed his secretary that he had an appointment, and had led Rufus to believe that
He’d known that Rufus wouldn’t check to see if he was telling the truth. His experience with the hopelessly trusting was varied and vast. His plan had gone flawlessly until he’d met
She’d been sitting in her sunlit breakfast nook, tucked into a chair and playing solitaire with her silver hair hanging down over her shoulders and a look of concentration on her pretty face. Rude had come to stand before her, ready to be finished with it and go…
And then she’d looked up at him and he’d hesitated.
Rudolf Doležal had never hesitated in his life. Not for begging, not for pleading, not for money or offers of position—but in the face of those huge green eyes he’d hesitated. Those eyes had held a kind of grieving sorrow that had paused him, something he’d not expected to see from a woman of privilege and money. Yet she sat in her room playing solitaire, alone and silent. Isolated.
“You’re my bodyguard?” she’d asked, utterly naïve, her expression as hopeful as it was sad. She was lonely. She wanted someone to talk to and hoped he would stay.
Rude had not gone through with his plan. Instead, he’d sat across from her and played cards, content to wait patiently until he could make an option appear.
His cell phone chirped and he glanced down at it, thumbing off the alarm. He made sure the volume was on high, just in case. She’d gone out with
Rude hoped that would not be the case tonight. She’d seemed worried when he’d handed her into
Rude put his cell phone in his breast pocket and straightened behind the wheel, tempted to drive to that restaurant and take her home regardless. He only hoped that she was as safe with
Rude didn’t trust him, himself. As one capable, dangerous man to another, he respected him—but he wouldn’t put anything past that sly-eyed man, and for years he’d kept careful dibs on his dealings to make sure that he wasn’t planning on making Yazoo an addition to his line-up. Frankly, between
Not for the first time, Rude wondered if, finally, his control was slipping. He had the patience of a saint, but time was running thin after all of these years and he needed to finish this. The only problem was, now that he knew
And there was little chance of that.
Rude reached down and started his car, deciding to drive home and wait. Yes, he could go through with his plan this very night, he could do what he’d come to this country to do so many years before. But he was a patient man.
Perhaps there was time enough for things to change, for
Kadaj made his way back into the back portion of The Brink to where Zack was working. Being
“How bad is the damage?” he called, seeing the man’s dark, spiky head bent over his task.
Zack had tied a bandana around his forehead to keep the sweat out of his eyes and he had dirt streaked over one cheek, but his smile was sincere when he looked up at Kadaj.
“Not too bad,” he said. “It rotted the floorboards some, but I can cut that section out and replace it.”
“Not now,” Kadaj told him, seeing him crawl out of the rotted floor where he’d been checking the joint of the pipes below. “You’ve been working on this since you got here. The leak is fixed, you should stop and rest. At least get something to eat. The Brink has an excellent menu.”
Zack heaved up onto the solid floor and rolled lightly to his feet, grinning at Kadaj and saying, “Well, I’m not really dressed for this fancy place. I’ll get something when I go back.”
Kadaj leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and told him, “You think this place is fancy, you should see his new restaurant. Hopefully it will bring in half of what it cost to build it.”
“That big, huh?” Zack asked, gathering his tools and tossing them into a leather bag. “So, you like it in this country?”
Kadaj frowned a little, considering the question. “I think there are many opportunities to be had here, yes,” he answered. “I love my job. What more is there to ask for?”
Zack laughed a little and said, “Oh, I don’t know—friends, love, good memories, enjoyable moments. There’s way more to things than just working.”
“Mister Fair, I’ve been working since I was six years old,” Kadaj said, and Zack flinched. “The most a person can hope for is to be successful. And once they are, then no one can touch them anymore.”
Zack looked troubled, and zipped his bag up, softly saying, “People shouldn’t be treated like meat…I’m sorry that you were.”
Kadaj waved it away, sighing, “It’s all in the past now. I don’t think of it. Come on, you need food and I need to check on the new restaurant. Let’s go home so you can shower and I can check on things, and then we’ll go.”
The man stood, heaving the heavy leather bag back over one shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all, and said, “I can’t, I’m sorry. I don’t have any money—”
“I told you, you eat in the kitchens,” Kadaj reminded. “That means any of the kitchens, Mister Fair. And when you’re with me you are my guest. Come on, we’re wasting time.”
Zack grinned at him again, blue eyes sparkling in the faint light, and obediently followed Kadaj when he turned and walked away.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or is this some kind of new game where I have to guess?”
“Not really,”
“It’s my staff,”
“No,”
“Don’t tell me there’s a soft heart beneath that bullet-proof vest,”
“Not a chance,”
“You seem uncomfortable this evening,” he said, trying to distract him and change the tone of that gaze. “We didn’t have to have dinner tonight, if it’s a bad time.”
“Not a bad time, it’s opening night,”
“Well,”
“Don’t get all pissed off,”
“I don’t scold!”
“You’re such a prude,”
“Oh, you’re awful,”
“See?”
“
“Darling, it is so fabulous to see you!” Genesis declared, coming up to their private table and bending low to trade cheek-kisses with
“Genesis, you look…”
“I tend to have that affect on people,” Genesis gloated. He glanced over at
“Yes, that’s right, he’s quite talented,”
“No, can’t, my love,” Genesis said, and glanced back over his shoulder to wave at someone. “I’m on a date. Absolutely mouthwatering young actor—it’s amazing what they’ll do to get a role!”
“Genesis!”
“Oh piffle,” Genesis said. “Ethics are for lawyers!”
“We’ve met,” Genesis said, his tone short and clipped. “My sweet little Cetran Swan I simply must run, but you will give me a call tomorrow and tell me everything, won’t you? There’s a dear! Ta ta!”
“Goodbye,”
“In a manner of speaking,”
“I didn’t think he was your type,”
“And what’s my type, Cateyes?”
“Female,” he answered, subdued, and watched
The man just smiled at him with wry humor and tipped his glass up, repeating, “In a manner of speaking…Sufficed to say, Genesis and I have crossed paths a time or two and we both still got the scars. Fair enough?”
“He’s my friend,”
“So am I,”
“Is Elena?”
“Delicate,”
“Well, obsessive or not, she seems to be here,”
“Fuck,”
“No, but she probably will,”
“Crazy Rhapsodos and Stuck-Up Bitch Elena,”
Kadaj couldn’t have been more pleased to see the lines formed outside of the new restaurant. He had the driver drop them off at the door and made his way inside, straight to the kitchens with Zack on his heels.
“Kadaj! Oh, wow, did you see that crowd?!”
He smiled in response to the gasped question and assured the sous chef that he was positive they all could handle it.
“I just wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed to make this evening go well,” he said, his critical eyes scanning the kitchen for flaws or potential fuck-ups.
“We have everything, yes,” she responded, and hurried away to assist the shouting head chef.
Kadaj gestured Zack closer and left the kitchens, heading back out to commandeer a table for them. He made every single one of
In short order they were shown to their table, and on the way Kadaj just happened to glance up at the area which housed the private tables.
He saw Mrs. ShinRa, smiling and aglow, looking dainty and perfect in her smart little dress and upswept hairdo. She was giggling, and that made Kadaj automatically glance towards the person she was dining with.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw
His lover had assured him that he couldn’t make the grand opening tonight and had spent a concentrated amount of time convincing Kadaj not to go either because, as he’d put it, if they couldn’t go together he didn’t want either of them to go at all. Only once Kadaj had told him that he’d be too busy to go had
Yet, here he was.
With Mrs-fucking-ShinRa!
Kadaj cursed fluidly in his native tongue, his hand falling unconsciously to his side to grip his souba. It was one thing to know on a certain level that
“Kadaj?” Zack questioned, alarmed by the fury on his face.
“That son of a bitch!” Kadaj spat, and knew that Zack probably hadn’t understood a single syllable of it, his temper was so high.
With a determined look of absolute rage on his pretty face, Kadaj strode straight towards
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Date: 2009-01-20 12:08 am (UTC)Ah Rude, what're you up to?
GenGen is fabulous as always and Reno... *sigh* Now you've really done it, you fool!
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:49 pm (UTC)Kadaj and Zack... the more I see it the more I'm liking it. Kadaj is another one who could use a true friend, and not just a user pretending to be one.
Reno's in a world of trouble. I'd feel sorry for him except that he deserves it! Agreeing to sleep with Yazoo so that Rufus can blackmail his family. Lying to Kadaj about... LOTS.
Hopefully, peacemaking Yazoo and Zack will be able to keep those two from destroying their brand-new restaurant.
And GenGen was fabulous as always.
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Date: 2009-02-01 12:33 am (UTC)The mysteries thicken! And cliffhanger right when I totally can't stay up any longer... ;_;
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