Nowhere to Go but Forward [Turks/Rufus/Figaro Twins, PG]
Title: Nowhere to Go but Forward Author: jlsigman Rating: PG for implied violence Prompt: Springkink June 6th - Crossover: Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy VII/Final Fantasy VI, Turks/Rufus/Figaro Twins: Loyalty/Duty - "Our world is now lost to darkness. We four Turks are all that's left of the royal bodyguard. Thus, it is our final duty to King Ansem to raise and protect his heirs."
They stood on a hill near a carefully hidden ship, looking back on the ruins of their home. The twins had not spoken since they had been snatched from their beds, not even in their twin-speak to each other. Considering the things the two five-year olds had seen, Tseng wondered if they’d ever truly recover. If any of them, truly, could recover.
Darkness had poured from the basement, climbing the stairs on pointy feet that trampled the unsuspecting soldiers into the stone. Ansem was nowhere to be found. Veld, the leader of the Royal Bodyguards, sent Tseng, Elena, Reno, and Rude to gather the children and meet at the emergency transport ship. If Ansem was still alive, he would be heading there as well.
The four had had to fight their way to the children’s rooms, where they found young Rufus trying to protect his little brothers from several of the shadowy shapes. There was no time for finesse, or to answer a frightened boy’s plea to know where his father was. Tseng activated the secret passages and they ran.
Rufus wiped his eyes and sniffed, holding tightly to Tseng’s hand as they waited as long as they dared for Ansem, Veld, Cissnei, or anyone else to show up. When the shadows reached the base of the hill, the adults led the children into the ship. One of the twins whimpered in the dark once, then was uncharacteristically silent again. Reno waited at the controls as long as he dared.
The ship now hung in the night sky, magically cloaked. Tseng wearily looked around. The children were all asleep: Rufus in his chair alone, Sabin limp in Rude’s grip, Edgar’s thin arms wrapped around Elena’s neck. Tseng tried not to sigh and looked at the chart the king had gotten from the strange, mouse-like traveler.
Reno’s eyes never left his instruments. “Where to?” he whispered in a voice so unlike his normally tone that Tseng could only stare at him. But then, nothing was normal, nothing would be normal anymore.
“Just somewhere far from here for now. We need time to rest and regroup.” It was a piss-poor first order for the new leader of the Royal Bodyguards, but Tseng swore to himself that the rest would be better. There was nowhere for them to go, now, but forward.