A/N: Please R/R. This is my first ff7 fanfic so any advice is welcome on how I can improve. No flamers. I really want to get this right. Maybe it's an AU story, what do you think? Timeline: Before Crisis. This is sort of an OC x Reno so if you don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: Come on, you know I don't own final fantasy 7. (Wish I did) I make no money on this. All rights belong to their respectable owners.

Tittle: Even Fire Needs Oxygen.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell.

"Do you understand what I'm asking you to do?" asked the Vice President of the Shin-Ra Electric Power Company- Rufus Shinra.

The figure before him realized some interesting aspects of Rufus. Such as how he was wearing a white suit that look very clean and neat, which impressed the figure especially since keeping anything white nice and clean now a days seemed impossible. Not to mention his pale blond hair and his good looks. They were currently in his office which looked arranged and professional, not a single paper out of place.

"Of course sir, but why have me join?" At this the vice president got up from his chair and walked around his desk.

"To be honest with you we need one more set of hands for the meantime and being that you are a female 2nd Class SOLDIER I thought it might be good for you to get other experiences." Rufus said indifferently stopping and examining a paper weight on his desk. "So, may I have your name?"

"Ah… yes its Breeze Elwood," said Breeze still rather confused on what just happened.

"Breeze Elwood," the president repeated, he put the paper weight down, turned around leaned on his desk while crossing his arms and asked, "So is that your actual name?" He said this while staring Breeze straight in the eyes making her uncomfortable.

"Well, no, but it's for personal preferences to keep my actual name secret." She stated lowering her head slightly but not breaking eye contact.

Even though he had her file things were still kept secret on what that person wanted to keep secret but some things could not be kept secret.

"Right…" Rufus blinked once and was about to turn and dismiss her when he heard,

"Sir,"

"Yes." He faced her once more.

"There's more to this than what you're telling me, isn't' there?" Breeze stated apprehensively. It was really not her place to question unless she was forced to. Being trained as a SOLDIER taught her some things, like, never question authority, but rather always follow.

"Mmm, what makes you think that?"

"Well, I mean," this was harder than she thought, "Why me? There are others who would benefit. Why not go with an outside choice."

"Let's just say an extra pair of hands in the right places would help. Plus, your experience and training a new candidate would take too much time. You already know how things work around here. " He stated simply.

"Okay," Breeze stated wanting to move on from the topic, "so why do we need him?" Breeze pointed to a guy next to her- who had been in the room the whole time-, Alonzo, the only one who stuck with her since her training, well, basically her entire life. They were good friends but were the complete opposite of each other. People often wonder how they manage to stick with each other especially since Breeze would often kill anyone of his type. Even if Alonzo were like that most of the time he was just like Breeze when he needed to be. That would be a reason why he still lived in the eyes of Breeze.

"Oh, come on Breeze," he suddenly spoke up, "I can be trusted." Breeze turned and looked at him through narrowed eyes.

"Harrumph," the clearing of Rufus' throat brought back the attention of Breeze, "well, like I said before, having the right set of hands in the right places will help me, I trust you'll both do a good job?"

"Yes sir!" both SOLDIERs responded.

"Good, you'll start tomorrow."

With that both cadets turned and left.

"Why did I agree?" Breeze stated while lying among her bed remembering what had happened yesterday.

'Sure he's 's son but,' Breeze stopped her thoughts. This was no time to be thinking like this. She should be honored. Being called in personally by Rufus Shinra must mean she's doing something right, right? 'At least Alonzo has it easy. He gets to stay as a SOLDIER while I have to be a Turk.' Breeze got up and walked over to her closet. Before opening it she looked over to her clock 6:45 a.m. she's always been an early bird. She unconsciously put on her SOLDIER uniform, since they haven't given her Turk's uniform yet. 'I guess I'll change over there.'

Today was her first day in hell.