Distractions
By: Princess Yori
Summary: Yazoo is distracted by a certain red-head.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Reno/Yazoo
Setting: Advent Children
Rating: K+
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. This story and the possible OCs involved are all me, however. Enjoy.
I hated myself, in that exact moment, when I lost control. I hated him even more for being so tantalizing delicious, mostly I just hate the fact I wanted more of the idiotic red-head. I recalled him insulting my mother, and yet I couldn't find it anywhere in me to pull the trigger of my gun, which I had pressed to his head. He wasn't afraid, I noted, as he gripped desperately at my clothing, pulling me in closer, kissing me just as hard as I was him. I don't think I had ever been as confused as I was then, not ever. Aside from the obvious fact he was of the male gender, there was also the issue of him being the enemy.
I forced us apart, focusing intently on the wall, hoping that the red head had enough sense to run away, to do anything but stay, unfortunately I was incorrect. Instead I could feel his eyes roaming me, as if searching for some answer I myself did not have. Slowly, I glanced to him, gritting my teeth so to prevent the overwhelming urge from taking over again. Needless to say, it was a losing battle, I think his eyes were the most luring, I tried to avoid them in particular, he just kept staring.
"So you gonna shoot me, or what?" He asked, slightly smug, I rolled my eyes and pulled the gun away from his temple, instantly regretting it. How could I ever be attracted to something so…annoying?
I separated us farther, helping the urge be drowned out by personal space. He eyed me intrigued, as if wondering if I had lost my mind. I was beginning to think I had, I stared at my gun, there was still time to shoot the smug bastard and be over with it, I was sure to regret whatever scenario I went with. My lips still had his taste lingering on them, something that would haunt me the rest of the day, driving me insane until I lost it all again. We were playing some sort of twisted waiting game, awkwardly trying to discover the next step. I met his eyes for several seconds before hearing my name.
"Time to go," Loz said, eyeing myself and the Turk wearily. I sighed, resuming my natural controlled state, at least on the outside.
I walked past Loz, holding my hand up to stop his interrogation; he apparently picked up on the 'bad mood' aura I was sending his way, because he didn't bother to argue. We left the Turk standing there slightly baffled by the events that had just taken place, I fighting the urge to glance back at him the entire time.
"Why is he still breathing?" Loz asked, choosing after several moments to ignore my anger.
"I was…" I shifted slightly uncomfortably, placing my gun back in its rightful place. "Distracted."