A/N: This is just something I thought about one day so no flames. This is not intended to make fun of anyone. Fangirls, DON'T KILL ME!
It was a peaceful day until Reno opened his mouth. He was having a drink with a few other Turks when he noticed someone else he knew…
"Yo Strife, what's up with your sword?" An innocent question; coming from Reno however, nothing is ever innocent. Everyone in the bar stopped. Tifa froze behind the counter.
"What…Do you mean?" Cloud replied slowly.
"Is it real, yo?" The redhead asked. The crowd was silent with anticipation.
"What?"
"Your sword." He added quickly.
"Yes." He said, annoyed. "What makes you think otherwise?"
"Well," Reno turned to talk to the blonde more directly. "It is metal right? Doesn't metal attract electricity?" He swung his EMR over toward the blonde.
"Yeah," Cloud was confused. "Why?"
Reno raised his weapon and connected with Cloud's blade.
Nothing happened.
"I knew it yo!" Reno cried. "Strife's sword is plastic!"
The spiky-haired SOLDIER looked at the blue-eyed, red-haired menace with first surprise, then amusement. You have to turn it on, moron.
"Yo Choco-head," The Turk continued, grinning. "Got another question for ya."
"What is it Reno?" His voice was eerily placid.
"Why's it gotta be so big?" He asked, smirking. "You know you don't have to compensate…"
Cloud lifted his abnormally large sword and pointed it at Reno's face.
"Here's a question," he said. "Do you happen to have a death wish?"
"Nope." The Turk smiled. "But you know it's true."
Reno was strangely calm for someone with a sharp, potentially deadly object inches from his nose.
"I already have scars, yo." He flipped his hair back so that the red lines around his eyes were clearly visible.
"Hey, Reno," He heard Rude's voice through his haze. "You alright?" This pain was not from the hangover…
The redheaded Turk shook his head. "But it was worth it yo!"
A/N: Like I said, don't kill me! It was worth it!