Episode 15

[jaded_grin]

Moving right along!

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            “How on earth do you stay so thin?” Kadaj asked, amazed by the amount of food that Zack had eaten.

            The carpenter just shrugged a little and said, “Guess I just work it off!”

            Kadaj smiled at his wide, white grin, figuring that Zack probably hadn’t meant what his statement had brought to mind.

            “Look at you, though—how are you even alive?” Zack inquired, indicating Kadaj’s untouched plate. “You eat like that all the time?”

            “I don’t usually have time for formal meals,” Kadaj told him, finishing his wine and casting another glance over the restaurant.

            “He left already,” Zack told him, that concerned look on his face.

            “Oh.”

            “You wanna go?” the man asked. “I’m finished, I swear…unless there’s an ice-cream parlor along the way, then I probably got room for a scoop or two.”

            Kadaj laughed a little and looked at him while Zack gave the room another appreciative glance. It wouldn’t be so hard, he supposed…unless Zack was a dedicated heterosexual, which had rather lost its place as the standard these days since the Cetran nation had gained such power. Still, he was from the country, so he might be a little more traditional, but Kadaj wouldn’t let something like that stop him, and he was appealing enough to temp saints, as he well knew. The only way to find out was to try.

            “Let’s just go home,” Kadaj suggested, fully planning to follow Zack’s advice and his own warning to Reno—they certainly would see whose bed Kadaj was in tonight…

 

***

 

            “Genesis!” Yuffie screeched, barreling across the restaurant.

            “Oh, darling!” Genesis cried, standing as he was sniffling and summoning up some lovely tears. “You arrived just in time! Oh, dearest, I’m heartbroken!”

            Yuffie reached him and they embraced, which caused her to bap one of the other diners in the back of his head with her huge, vinyl purse. “Sorry, pal!”

            Genesis ignored it and they both sat down so he could compose himself properly into a state of beautiful anguish.

            “What happened? I got your call and came as quick as I could!” Yuffie told him, and gestured at her outfit. “Straight from a sex-toy party, too! You sounded awful!”

            “Oh, Yuffie,” Genesis whimpered, and dabbed at his eyes, carefully keeping his eye-liner in place. “I’m…OLD!”

            “What?” Yuffie asked, taken aback. She hadn’t really expected a mid-life crisis, more something along the lines of ‘I want to toss myself into traffic’ or very like.

            Genesis sniffled and whispered, “I got…rejected!”

            “What?! Who would dare?” she demanded, aghast.

            “Oh, some little actor wanting to be an understudy in Loveless—which, by the way, you need to go to rehearsal tomorrow afternoon! Ten sharp, no excuses!”

            “Yeah, I’ll be there,” Yuffie said, nodding a little. “So, you don’t know this kid’s name or anything?”

            Genesis laughed a little and said, “Dearest, I am Genesis Rhapsodos! I can’t be bothered to learn the name of every little bit of eye candy that comes around begging a part, now can I?”

            Yuffie smiled a little and suggested, “Well…maybe he doesn’t want crazy sex with the sexiest man in Midgar? Maybe he wants a relationship.”

            The look Genesis gave her should have scorched her on the spot, but since it didn’t he simply snorted and said, “Sweetie, this is show business—people don’t have relationships, we have liaisons. Besides, I think he might be straight.”

            “Oh, who does that anymore, anyway?” Yuffie grouched, and nabbed the glass this nameless man had left, draining it of what wine remained before refilling it. “Still, maybe he’s just looking for Mister Right, and you are just Mister Right Now.”

            Genesis stopped sulking, exasperated, and declared, “You are a hopeless romantic, miss! Honestly, keep up at that rate and you’ll be married off with a dozen little brats clinging to your gigantic thighs.”

            “My thighs aren’t gigantic!” Yuffie cried, and checked just to be sure.

            “No! Not yet,” Genesis assured her. “But twelve babies later and you’ll be nothing but sagging breasts, flaccid stomach and gigantic ass.”

            “My, my, good thing you aren’t a woman, Genesis! What a grim outlook!”

            Genesis shuddered and pulled a face, fanning himself and saying, “Yes, at least that horrible excuse for a father managed to get one thing right! And may his bones be ground to powder beneath the roots of those apple trees he so adores.”

            Yuffie blinked at him for a long, silent moment before deciding, “You really have some serious issues with your dad.”

            “Well, it merely fuels my creative drive,” Genesis announced, completely over his former meltdown. “You just missed Yazoo, darling. She’ll be so disappointed.”

            “Yeah, I figured she’d be gone by now,” Yuffie sighed, wishing she’d been able to say hello. Thinking of Yazoo led to thinking of Rufus and that weird scene outside. She had to admit, ‘Pippi Tornstockings’ was kinda funny. She hadn’t really expected a sodden drunk with a brain the size of a pea to come up with off-the-cuff humor or retaliate so quickly to accusations. No wonder he drove Yazoo bananas—not that she’d ever claimed he had…

            She laughed a little, recalling that other kid’s huge eyes and attempts to hide himself in foliage. “Pippi Tornstockings! Ha!”

            “Pippi Tornstockings?” Genesis echoed. “What on earth does that mean?”

            “I dunno,” Yuffie said, lighting a cigarette. “It was just a drunken Doltism.”

            “What?” Genesis asked, and filched a smoke from her.

            “A Doltism,” Yuffie explained. “You know, something a total dolt says.”

            “Oh,” Genesis sighed, nodding a little that he got it. “Gods know there are dolts aplenty in this stupid metropolis.”

            “It was Rufus,” Yuffie confided, tapping her smoke and coughing a little.

            “What? When did you see him?” Genesis questioned, making an elegant show of himself and winking at a nearby diner.

            “Just outside on my way in,” she answered. “He was trying to look in one of the windows. I think he was spying on Yazoo.”

            Genesis laughed and said, “She was with Reno! Ruling out stray bullets and mob bullshit, that’s the safest place for her.”

            “Aren’t those two a couple?” Yuffie asked, giving Genesis a suspicious glare. “What do you know about him?” 

            The man merely gave her a mysterious smile and purred, “I keep my secrets, my little Rose. Oh, yes, I do.”

            “Hm,” Yuffie said, thoughtful. “I just always assumed those two were a thing, you know? In Wutai, they’re like the hottest couple ever.”

            “Darling girl, you know Yazoo now—even I could tell she’s about as likely to stray as a nun is to flip off a priest,” Genesis coolly said, not really smoking his cigarette, just using it as a prop. “As astounding and weird as it is, I think she’s just a genuinely good person.”

            “So they’re just friends?” she asked, a little skeptical. “I mean, I don’t really know Reno that well, but I did spend a rather bizarre night in his company, and he’s quite a party animal. You know, his bodyguard looks a lot like Yazoo…”

            “He’s Cetran, they’re probably from the same place,” Genesis said, brushing it off. “All of the Northerners are light, you have to go South to get any color in their pale little cheeks.”

            Yuffie fell silent, thinking of her new friend and what she knew of Reno. It was intriguing, and Yuffie couldn’t help her curious nature—she’d been raised on tales of ShinRa’s gorgeous wife and her mobster lover. All of the soap-operas in Wutai featured characters clearly based on them and she’d seen tons of episodes. But, she had to admit, the television version of Yazoo was nothing like the flesh and blood. A socialite, yes; a well-mannered and high-bred woman, yes; but not a woman finding company outside of her marriage.

            “Romantic!” Genesis sighed, and smacked her arm to get her attention. “Stop daydreaming about those two—it’s never going to happen. Help me finish this wine. It was 500 gil a bottle, I’m not letting it go to waste.”

 

***

 

            Reno didn’t leave after he dropped Yazoo off, he just waited in his car for his friend to show up. He’d told Rufus nine for the fight he had tickets to, figuring that Yazoo would seek the solace of his home fairly early. He hadn’t pushed too far tonight, but he’d definitely managed to make Yazoo more aware of him as something other than a friend, and that was the whole goal—when it came time, Yazoo would think that it was his own idea, making him even less suspicious. Reno just had to bide his time…

            There was a knock on the tinted window and he rolled it down, recognizing Rufus’s young valet. The kid looked pissed off but he tried to be respectful when he asked, “You taking Mister ShinRa out tonight, sir?”

            “Yeah, why else you think I’m waiting here?”

            Rufus flopped forward against the car and poked his head in the window in a cloud of alcoholic fumes, his grin wide and his hair mussed.

            “What’s up, my favorite friend!” he crowed.

            “You’re fucking kidding me,” Reno snapped, and pushed him back so he could get out of the car. He asked Denzel, “How much has he been drinking tonight?”

            “Too much,” the kid answered, clearly happy to pawn Rufus off on Reno. “Have a nice evening.”

            Sighing in aggravation, Reno lit a cigarette and regarded his friend, both of them leaning against his car as Rufus’s young assistant hurried away.

            “What the fuck happened to you?” Reno asked, eyeing his outfit. “You get a make over from homeless people?”

            Rufus giggled a little at that and draped one arm over his eyes, looking like he might just slide down the side of the car to the ground at any second.

            “I had a meeting but I got stopped by a Madame Butterfly Dominatrix.”

            Reno shook his head at that and told him, “You need to lay off the booze, yo. You won’t be around to enjoy that shit in Wutai.”

            “You got it?!” Rufus asked, suddenly alert and excited. He latched onto Reno’s lapels and nearly dragged the slender man down when he lost his footing.

            “Fuck, man, you stink like whiskey,” Reno complained, tossing his cigarette because he’d nearly burned Rufus, steadying the man with both hands to keep them both upright. “No, I didn’t get it. I told you, Rufus—this is gonna take some time if you want it to work right.”

            Rufus grinned up at him and asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Did you kiss her goodnight? She’s really shy, you know…”

            Reno leaned close so that if the driver and bodyguard were listening in they wouldn’t hear and said in a whisper, “I wouldn’t tell you anyway, asshole, and don’t talk about it where others can hear.”

            Rufus looked around in some confusion until Reno indicated his driver and bodyguard, and then understanding lit his features.

            Reno cocked his head at that reaction, realizing that Rufus had forgotten about them, which meant…

            “You know what’s funny, Rufus?” he asked, still keeping his voice low, whispery. “You just referred to your wife as a woman.”

            “I never!” Rufus denied, jerking back and dragging Reno with him. “I wouldn’t either do that! Why would I?”

            Reno rolled his eyes and sighed again, but gamely opened the door to the car and shoved him inside, saying, “Come on, you fucker—let’s go watch the fight. But first we’re going by my place and getting you changed. I ain’t showing up in public with you looking like a fucking train wreck.”

            Rufus curled up in the corner of the car and said, “Pippi Tornstockings, the Wutain Fetish Model,” giggling to himself while Reno sat in silence and rued the fact that he’d waited on him in the first place.

 

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            Yazoo sat at his vanity combing his long hair, which was still a little damp from his bath. He thought of the evening and how nervous he’d been, trying to see how it tied in with Reno’s behavior lately. Though they did spend a fair amount of time together—enough so that the less discriminating rag-mags made mountains out of molehills—Yazoo had never considered Reno in any light but as a friend. Reno was straight, he had a different girl every time Yazoo saw him, and the man knew what Yazoo so skillfully kept hidden from the rest of the world. Yazoo had never really understood how Reno had known, he just assumed that Rufus had confided in him…and he’d never really analyzed how Rufus had found out, either. Perhaps Yazoo’s parents had warned the elder ShinRa before the wedding, and he had told Rufus—it was convoluted and confusing, but the grand result was that Reno knew Yazoo was a man, so that ruled out anything else.

            Didn’t it?

            Yazoo looked at himself in the mirror, but it wasn’t a man looking back at him. It had never been a man looking back at him. He was a woman, he always had been. He never thought of his true gender outside of getting ready in the morning and using the powder room during the day. It was an afterthought, a slight inconvenience, but not something that defined him. The person he saw in the mirror, combing her long silver hair, was a slender and sad young woman. Even without the corset or special bra, she was still feminine…

            Thoughtfully, Yazoo put his silver comb down on the vanity and looked at his small, long-fingered hands. The hormone shots had prevented him from developing a masculine body, though he’d still wound up rather tall. Still, his hands were delicate, his wrists dainty. When he looked in the mirror there was no Adam’s apple, no heavy line to his jaw, no prominent brow-bone. Though tied tightly, his robe still gaped a little at his chest and—thanks to the fact that he worked out religiously—there was still an illusion of cleavage due to the shape of his muscles.

            People called him beautiful, strangers whistled at him, men propositioned him, yet here he was. Staring at himself in the mirror and wondering why his body couldn’t match his true self. 

            Never once had he taken any of those crude offers seriously, though his loneliness sometimes tempted him. He’d also never once considered being with a woman—he just didn’t entertain the notion of being a lesbian because he’d been raised to submit to the men in his life. He wouldn’t know what to do with a woman and, frankly, the idea scared him worse than the thought of being with a man. His mother had kept him remarkably sheltered from the casual sexuality of his own people, so his knowledge of sex was limited to romance novels and the occasional movie that made him blush and quickly turn the channel.

            Blush much in the same way as he had in the car…

            His phone rang, startling him. Relived to be distracted from his thoughts, he snatched the handset up and breathed, “Hello?”

            “Hey, lady!” Yuffie shouted. “I’m at the new restaurant. Genesis said I just missed you.”

            “Truly? Oh, that’s too bad, I would’ve liked to see you,” Yazoo said, his voice soft and throaty.

            “Has anyone ever told you that you could do great phone sex?” Yuffie asked.

            Yazoo laughed a little, scandalized but understanding the compliment hidden in the crude humor.

            “Do you like it? I thought it was quite grand,” Yazoo said, shifting the conversation back to the restaurant. “Is Genesis still there?”

            “He’s in the head,” Yuffie said. “So I thought I’d give you a call. You know, I saw your twat of a husband dumb-assing around outside—I think he was spying on you.”

            “What?” Yazoo laughed. “No, he must’ve been on his way out of town, he didn’t give a specific time he’d be leaving.”

            “Yeah, maybe,” Yuffie said, not sounding convinced. “You have a nice night?”

            “Yes, I did,” Yazoo said, and managed to keep the tremor out of his voice. Blatantly lying to others wasn’t something he was comfortable with, but manners required polite lies all of the time. When someone asked, ‘How are you?’ they didn’t want an honest answer.

            “You okay?” Yuffie asked. “You sound a little weird.”

            “I just feel funny,” Yazoo said, shocked that he had someone to actually talk to. Though he didn’t trust Yuffie implicitly, he always tried to give people a chance and he felt that Yuffie wouldn’t intentionally harm him. “Things have been strange around here, lately. Rufus has suddenly become quite keen on my personal life, and Reno hasn’t been himself.”

            “Oh really?” Yuffie asked, sounding quite interested herself. “What do you mean?”

            “I’m not sure—it all sounds so conspiratal and paranoid!” Yazoo laughed, trying to get rid of that nagging feeling that all was not what it seemed. “It’s just that Reno has been going out of his way to be with me and Rufus is…well, it’s like he thinks something is going on with me. Like I’m doing something wrong.”

            “Like you’re bonking his best friend?” Yuffie offered.

            Yazoo blushed again, horrified to have something he’d barely touched upon put so indelicately. He hadn’t even considered—no, that was just it, he had considered it, and he’d promptly shoved the idea of it away.

            “You there?”

            “Yes,” Yazoo said, a little breathless with shock. “I wouldn’t do something like that…”

            Yuffie snorted a little and said, “I would—Reno is hot, even if he is an asshole mobster.”

            “He’s not a mobster,” Yazoo scolded. “He’s an entrepreneur!”

            “You say tomato,” Yuffie teased, but dropped the subject. “So, you have a nosy husband and a friend acting funny around you…what’s been going on with you? Anything change?”

            “I’ve been remarkably off,” Yazoo said, laughing softly. “I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never been this way before, I feel so silly…”

            “How?” Yuffie asked. “You gotta tell me this stuff, Yazoo—maybe we can figure it out between us, huh?”

            “It’s just that…well, like this evening,” Yazoo said, blushing just to recall it. “In the car Reno accidentally touched my leg—” he fudged a little, unwilling to say just where Reno had accidentally touched him—“and I nearly came out of my skin! I’ve never been like that around Reno before.”

            “You sure it was an accident?” Yuffie teased.

            “Stop, it isn’t like that!” Yazoo said, and sighed a little, laughing again. “And when he dropped me off he pushed my hair back—which he constantly does when I wear it up—but I reacted as if he was going to strangle me! I actually jumped. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I’ve never been leery of him before, we’re friends…It’s like I’ve never seen him before and now that I have something is weird about it. I feel like I’m going to either pass out from nerves or embarrass myself with awkwardness. That isn’t me, Yuffie—I simply don’t do that! I can’t imagine why I’m behaving so strangely. Perhaps I should see my doctor.”

            “Hm…” Yuffie mused. “Do you think you might have a crush on him?”

            “What?” Yazoo asked, not familiar with the term. “What does that mean?”

            “It means, sometimes for no reason things change with people,” Yuffie offered. “Like, I had a guy friend for a long time and things never went there, and then one day I was looking at him and I realized he was really good looking, but I’d never noticed it before. After that it was all over but the crying! I got nervous around him, and started stuttering when I talked and basically felt like an ass all of the time until he finally just got fed up and kissed me.”

            “And then what?” Yazoo asked, amazed because Yuffie had described his own condition perfectly.

            “Well, you know,” Yuffie said, trying to be polite for Yazoo’s sake. “That’s a crush, Yazoo—you just do your thing and part ways.”

            “A crush,” Yazoo echoed, wondering if that was all it was. Had he been so lonely that he’d picked Reno to fixate on? Was everything just in his imagination, trying to make it seem as if there was something there when, in truth, he was just being a silly schoolgirl?

            “So…” Yuffie said, and sounded questioning. “What do you think? You like him that way? It doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Yazoo. You don’t seem so happy with your marriage, and the entire world is pretty positive that you two have been a thing for ages—maybe it’s all rubbing off on you, you know? Maybe you’re just a victim of celebrity-suggestion.”

            Yazoo pondered it. He’d never had a crush before, just his former excitement over marrying that had quickly cooled to disappointed distance. Unless, of course, he counted his vague musings about Rude and the fanciful daydreams he’d had as a teenager where Rude rescued him and whisked him away where they’d live happily ever after. Of course, those daydreams had stopped as the years passed and he’d been slowly drowned in his own sorrow. But, maybe…maybe…

Once the thought was planted, it simply wouldn’t go away.

            “Oops, he’s back, gotta go!” Yuffie said. “Have a nice night, Yazoo! Call us if you want to go clubbing! And if you can’t reach me, we’ll be at The Brink, okay?”

            “Okay,” Yazoo said, his voice vague and thoughtful. “And thank you for listening to me, Yuffie.”

            “Anytime!” the girl crowed, and the line went dead.

            Yazoo hung up the phone and looked at the mirror again, trying to consider himself objectively.

            “It can’t go anywhere, you know that,” he murmured, and those full, perfect lips moved as that woman in the mirror mimicked him. “You’re just being fanciful and silly. You’re a grown, married woman. Grown, married women do not get crushes, it simply won’t do…”

            He turned off the vanity lights and went to his bedroom, locking the door and shedding his robe. There were no mirrors in here, nothing to suddenly remind him of his true gender, nothing to startle him with the stark truth. He slipped into his silk nightgown and crawled into bed, curling around his pillows.

            Though he reminded himself sternly that he was not at all allowed to think such things about men who weren’t his husband, he still couldn’t quite stop his excitement over tomorrow’s trip. As much as he tried to convince himself that he didn’t have a crush, the idea was too seductive to be ignored and his loneliness was a fertile bed for that seed of an idea to grow in.

            Smiling in the darkness, Yazoo finally drifted off into sleep.

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Comments

[naitachal666.livejournal.com]

Lol, I love your Genesis. He's perfectly dramatic and adorable! And oh, the intrigue is mounting! I can't wait until next Monday!

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Genesis is so much fun to write this way--he just seems to write himself :D Glad you liked it!

[neurotoxia.livejournal.com]

Can't wait for some more Kadaj and Zack :D

And I'm constantly pitying Yazoo somehow.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Yazoo is our tragic damsel, that is for sure! And I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Kadaj can seduce Zack--I think it's really unfair that I don't get to know in advance! :D

[neurotoxia.livejournal.com]

Normally I have a tendency to hate those tragic damsels XD I want to go up to them and shake them in a "Stop emoing and shoot that asshole husband/boyfriend of yours" way lol.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, that perfect won't last forever--Yazoo has a lot of shit to go through that will change him irrevocably!

[d0rkgoddess.livejournal.com]

woohoo for new episode... pippy tornstockings, I loved it! Yuffie is kinda adorable!

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I really like Yuffie! I didn't think she would evolve the way she has, not after her thieving, crazy intro--but she's got a heart and she's outrageous, which is just what Yazoo needs :D Glad you liked the update!

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

Your Gen-Gen is soooo perfect.

Poor Yazoo, loneliness is a horrible thing to have...

And Kadaj is up to trouble, can't wait to see how Reno reacts ;)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

I get a kick out of Genesis, too :D and Yazoo's state of mind is going to take him to some pretty interesting places :D I'm already writing what Kadaj is up to, so hopefully next week will be full of more dramatic nonsense! Glad you liked the episode!

[nivell.livejournal.com]

For some reason, Yazoo is pissing me off. Probably cos he reminds me of that one perfect Mary SueXD chick in the soaps that everyone loves, lol. If that's what you were trying to convey, then you did it well!

I'm liking the idea of RudexYazoo...that would be hot.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

You got it! Yazoo is our perfect damsel, which will make picking him apart that much more fun. Question, though--isn't a MarySue a self-insertion? 'Cause that wouldn't exactly be right, I'm more like Yuffie than Yazoo, with a dash of Rufus thrown in :D I'm glad you're still enjoying the soap! And I've got plans for Rude, oh yes I do!

[nivell.livejournal.com]

Haha, no, I wasn't calling you a Mary Sue. I meant the characters on actual soaps, the ones who have all luck, they're rich and gorgeous and get all the guys they want..those characters are blatant Mary Sues XD. The soap writers maybe weren't loved as much as they wanted to, lol.

[superkalifragi.livejournal.com]

Ah, you do such a good job at letting the people interact, there are so many possible outcomes and twists that I am inclined to say that this isn´t really a stereotypic, superficial soap ;) Which doesn´t mean that I don´t like it, mind you! I think this is one of the bestest ideas someone had in a while and you are executing it so well!

I think Rufus has a serious alcohol problem and him refering to Yazoo as a woman made me *gasp*! I like your Genesis a lot and again I have to compliment you on the great job you did with Yazoo and his/ her inner turmoil^^

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! You're right, Rufus does have a problem with drinking (which only leads to more drama) and he seems to be hiding mixed feelings where his "wife" is concerned. As for Genesis--I love to write him, he's just too much fun! I'm glad you like Yazoo, he has a lot of changing to get through :D

[etrix.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, I was savouring this for a day but now it's time to pipe in.

First off; wonderful new episode! so much drama, so many possibilities. It's delicious.

KadajxZack: As much as I think this pairing would be really hot (oh yeah) I'm worried about Kadaj's motivations. It could really get Zack into trouble and Zack's such a nice guy...

Genesis: Okay, yes he's a diva and a 'God of the Theatre', but he really should learn the names of his dinner companions before he expects them to go to bed with him. Just seems like common courtesy to me. (Yuffie was wonderfully scatterbrained but kind. I'm actually kind of liking her.)

Rufus is still an ass.

Reno: You'd think a person with as much survival instincts as he has (had, maybe?) would back away from this situation with all due speed. Rufus is too impatient, too drunk and too stupid NOT to give the game away, and then what happens to fox-face? He likes Yazoo, admires him, and, in his own selfish way, wants him to be happy.

Yazoo: such a delicate, innocent flower. I wanna bitch-slap his mother for leaving him so unprepared for real-life (among other things). I can tell Life is getting ready to dump on him. One other thing with Yazoo, if he's going to be tempted into an affair, he should go for Rude. Reno may find the spark but Rude should make him burn (because I'm not happy with Reno right now).

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Yes, Yazoo's entire family was remarkably irresponsible with his upbringing, which might partially stem from the fact that an alliance hadn't been dreamed of--it was a spur of the moment thing. Reno's motivation will come out in the next few episodes--Rufus should already know that he doesn't do anything just because somebody ASKS him to...

Genesis is irrepressible, he just writes himself :D

Not sure how the Zack/Kadaj thing is going to go, but we'll find out!

Glad you liked it!

[white-jenna.livejournal.com]

Oooh, awesome episode. :D

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Next week will be a CORKER! Definitely requires a double-ljcut :D

[zilldk.livejournal.com]

I'm running late reading this chapter, but ooooh this is my weekly balm for the soul!

I actually miss liking Reno, but he is such an ass in this, sadly (but what a delightful ass that is!). He's riding far too high on his pedestal, thinking nothing can touch him and that is bound to cause some heavy bruising eventually.

Kadaj and Zack... Oh my god, that really is a sexy pairing! I just hope Zack will be able to handle it - but I guess I'm not too worried. I have a feeling that the sweet farm-boy exterior hides something... interesting underneath... Zack can handle himself... right? And I'm curious to see if this is permanent or just a spur-of-the-moment pairing...

Oh the delightful thoughts and images this puts into my head....

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Yay! Glad you like it! Yeah, Zack and Kadaj have been stuck in my brain together ever since I wrote "Haunted" so something will probably come of it. I think Reno is going to be that person who skates through life with little to no consequences...grr! But, we'll just have to see what happens, things can always change!

[sphinxofthenile.livejournal.com]

Oh my god! *squishes your Genesis* He is so adorably bohemian! <3

Poor Yazoo. I wonder what happens next.

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Haha! Yeah, Genesis is a hoot! And I couldn't possibly let slip what happens to Yazoo, just know that it's going to change things :D Glad you're liking it!