Northern Crater wasn't the best place to fight, especially on a day like today. Cold, more wind than usual, and being dragged from your helicopter by three bad guys. This was what had happened to Reno today, and he couldn't do much about his fallen comrades. Bullets, shrapnel, and metal sparks flew up into the air as the fighting raged. Three silver haired men against two able bodied Turks. EMR's and fists did little good against a gun, metal gauntlet, and double bladed katana. "Reno!" The bald headed man called, seeing one of the youngest silverette's blows come close to cutting his head off. "Damn!" The fighting went on several moments, or hours...neither Turk could recall. All that was known was that the bald man was left alone in the helicopter with two severely injured others. Reno had been captured, and the trio had disappeared.
Disoriented and confused, the redhead's eyes looked around the cell. Damp, cold, but it wasn't the Northern Crater. "Hello....?" He called, very shakily as he found he was unable to stand for the moment. The sound of footsteps echoed, three sets, and three different voices. "So...what're we gonna do with him?" The first asked, the voice deep and obviously older. "Well, that would be up to little brother." The second responded, sounding much more cool and smooth. Two of the shapes came into view, still discussing among one another. The third voice sounded much more intelligent, yet...strangely like a kid in a teenagers body. "Yazoo, Loz...you guys are free to leave and do what you want. I'll be guarding out little guest." The voice spoke up, the form of what looked like a teen boy appearing from the faint light. "Aww...you get all the fun, brother!" The man named Loz pouted, being led away by the longer haired male.
Reno watched the man step up to the bars, his twin bladed katana resting in its sheath. "Well, what have my brothers captured now?" He muttered, watching the redhead curiously. Not like a killer or anything, much more like an interested child at a show. The Turk blinked, sitting against the wall as the silverette continued to stare at him. "I'm Reno...as you can tell I'm a Turk, yo." The redhead muttered hesitantly, blinking as the silverette pulled up a chair. "Hmm...interesting. Might as well learn to talk to me or ignore me, I'm your warden while you're here." The silverette muttered, shaking his head. "You're Kadaj...right?" Reno asked.
Over the time of the redhead's captivity, Kadaj had been both friendly and stern. Several time when his brothers weren't around, he would let the Turk out of the cage to walk around. They'd become friends, the captive and the warden. It got to where Reno was happy just to have the childlike remnant around while he was there. Hell, the two had grown to love each other in the strongest bond they'd had with anyone. Then...the end of Reno's captivity came.
"Brother, we got what we wanted. He's free to go." Loz smiled, skipping away with the young silverette's other brother. Both Kadaj and Reno looked away from each other, knowing they wouldn't be around each other for long. "Hey...Warden. Don't look so glum, yo. You can come with me...live free, not under your brothers' rule and order..." The redhead offered, stepping out of the cage to stand before his beloved puppet. "I can't...I'm a lifeless puppet, unable to go anywhere on my strings but where my puppeteers make me." Reno turned the silverette to face him, pulling him into a deep kiss. They'd never been able to do it through the bars, and now it felt like they needed it. After so long, they stood gazing at each other.
Kadaj was the first to speak, smiling as he did. "Captive, get back in your cell. Your time isn't over yet."