➼ The Turks Two-Step [Reno x Reader]

ׂׂૢChapter 2: Tangling with the Turks

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"Could ya try and shut your big mouth Rude? Were supposed to keep a low profile." Came a muffled voice from the Church door. However, the sound was loud enough to awaken you from your rest. Whoever had been loud enough to wake you would have hell to pay when you got to them! The thought itself gave you a small chuckle - You could imagine all the things you'd say to their stupid face!

Sitting up, you rubbed your e/c eyes. Slowly, they adjusted to the sunlight that was filtering through the rafters in the ceiling... They were a bit too bright for your taste. You gave a small huff as you glanced in the direction of the door, wondering if the voices had finally taken initiative and decided to leave.

Oh, how wrong you were.

A sharp click of a lock being picked pierced the atmosphere about you, an icy chill of fear travelling down your spine. Whoever these people were, they didn't seem like your everyday citizens of the slums... It almost seemed as if they knew you were in here... As if they were-

Creaaaaak...

The doors eerily opened, light pouring into the church - but blocked by two figures. They came forward, the larger figure walking with a manner of formality, whereas the shorter figure sauntered in with a more casual manner. A crackle of electricity came from the weapon in the short person's hand, causing you to flinch and shuffle backwards.

"Crap. The girl is awake. Nice goin' Rude!" The lanky one spoke, jabbing the so called 'Rude' in the arm. You raised a confused brow, tilting your head. Who the hell were these guys? And more importantly, what the hell did they want with you?

"Who the hell are you?" You blurted out, internally cussing at yourself for opening your big mouth to the strangers. In response, they both strolled closer to you, the light dimming down and revealing their features. Your mouth formed a small 'o' as you looked over the pair's features - taking it all in while you had the chance.

The lanky one had an unkempt ponytail of cherry-red crimson, contrasting his striking pools of turquoise that were seemingly staring into your own e/c pools. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his suit: his shirt revealing a rather inappropriate amount of the man's toned chest. Forcing yourself to not be distracted by this, you looked back up at his face.

Big mistake.

"Questioning a Turk, huh? You're a confident one... I like that in ya." He taunted, smirking as he saw the expression of dread creep up on your face. It was almost sadistic, the way he found a sense of amusement from your state - Well... That's what you assumed his expression to be. Chewing the inside of your mouth, a habit you had picked up over the recent months - You shot a glare at the red-head, who feigned shock at said glare.

"Reno. You really should-" Rude began, adjusting his shades - But was almost immediately silenced by the man who you could now identify as Reno. Rude gave a small grunt, folding his arms in an almost defensive stance. His suit was somewhat similar to Reno's, thankfully lacking the scruffy presentation and uncomfortable amount of chest. It seemed as though this Rude actually respected his privacy unlike Reno, who seemed to want to flaunt his privacy everywhere.

"Shut your mouth Rude, I can handle this!" Reno snapped, moving even closer to you and kneeling down in front of you. A grin was plastered on his face, radiating an air of confidence and pride in the situation. You so badly wanted to wipe that pathetic grin off his face. It would bring great satisfaction... But you would save that for later.