Authors notes: I started this story about a week ago, but wasn't sure if I should post it or not. Should I continue it? R&R please! :3
Bright Red and Charcoal Black
Sweat dripped into his eyes; causing him to shake his head.
"Ugh.. It's so hot out here," the man with the red hair and goggles said. "Whatever happened to this being an enjoyable trip?"
"That idea went out the window a while ago," from what it looked like, his partner, said.
"It wasn't supposed to be an idea, it was supposed to be one of the perks," the other man said.
"Shut up, Reno," the bald one said. Reno? It sounded strangely familiar.. .
"No," he said, glaring.
The other man just gave him an exasperated look. "For the love of Shinra, will you please sh- Hell!" He muttered, tripping over something in the piles of trash. Reno smirked and glanced down at what had tripped the bald giant.
"Holy crap!" He yelled, stumbling back, startled. A girl was sprawled out, her chest rising and falling faintly. "Is she alive?" He asked, regaining his composure. He eyed her with gaining curiosity.
"How am I supposed to know?" The other man asked. The girl tried to say yes, but nothing came out. Instead she faded into unconsciousness again, for the second time today, or this week, she had lost track of time, and was really, really hungry.
~:3 days later:~
"Crap," I croaked. I was pretty sure that would be the only speaking I would do in the next couple hours. My lips were parched, my throat was sore, and wherever I was smelled strongly of alcohol and hair gel.
"Morning," a voice said casually. I slowly opened one eyelid, thanking god I had. A man, he looked around 25 years old, with bright red hair loosely tied back in a long ponytail going down his back rose an eyebrow at me. I did what any girl would have done presented with this situation. I blinked. He grinned at me, as if understanding my dilemma.
"I'm Reno… my partner, Rude-" Rude, so that's what his name was. I wondered how I had gotten here. I could have sworn a moment ago I was in my room, searching my closet for that crappy black jacket I always wore. And where was I now? In some guys attic laying on a sofa with an empty case of beer next to me? I didn't drink, so he must be an alcoholic.. And judging by the red tats, he must be a player or something… I wondered when he would shut up so I could see what I was wearing.. God knows what he did while I was out. Was I out?
"Anyways, and that's how you got here. What's your name?" He asked, apparently not noticing my lack of interest, or not caring enough to question me. I just blinked again. Typical of me. When in the presence of a guy I just had to freeze up. Was it some curse or something? Karma? What the hell could I have done to deserve this in any past life? Maybe I-
My thinking was rudely interrupted. Speaking of Rude, where'd he go?
"Hello?" Reno asked again, getting a bit irritated. I shook my head to possibly clear my mind. He took that as a 'no-I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-my-name'. "Alrighty.." He muttered, getting up and heading out the door. "I'll be downstairs when you decide to join the rest of humanity, if you need anything just call," He said, looking back. I cursed under my breath. "Lily," I said, hoping he would just keep going. Out of luck, again. "Lily," he said, rolling it on his tongue. "It's pretty," he said simply, and waltzed out, closing the door behind with a smugness that I doubted I could mimic. I rolled over and muttered something incoherent.
