Chapter One
Aquamarine eyes studied the amber liquid in the glass before him. Reno sighed and picked up the glass. He swallowed the liquor and closed his eyes at the slight burn. He felt ran his free hand over his eyes, wiping away the tears that he knew were there. The Turk set the glass down on the table and opened his eyes. He stood up and stumbled, falling on the ground. He was drunk and in a bad state of mind. The redhead pushed himself to his knees and reached behind him, pulling a standard issue gun out of his waistband. It was loaded and he studied it for a moment. He got to his feet with a bit of trouble and he walked into his bedroom. He couldn't take anymore. He had been doing this for too long and he had started before he was even old enough to legally join the Turks.
Reno sat on the bed. None of the people Reno considered close had noticed that he had been cracking. Rude thought he was protesting being sent on another assignment in a few days by his silence. Rufus ignored him, still upset with the Turk's semi-relationship with Vincent Valentine. Ah, Vincent. He should have noticed but he hadn't. Perhaps it was because the raven-haired gunner had distanced himself from the Turk once again. Reno laughed aloud, the very sound hollow. He looked at the gun and checked the magazine again. It was fully loaded and had a weight in his hand. He closed his eyes and the very recent memory of when he had fired a gun last overwhelmed him.
It had been a solo mission, something that didn't happen often. Reno had infiltrated an organization who had been selling weapons, stolen from Shinra, on the black market as the leader's bodyguard. He had been instructed to kill everyone who was at the next point of sale since the leaders would be there. The redhead could handle that. He had killed such men before, but this time was different. The big whig had brought his three children with him, a fourteen-year-old boy and two twelve-year-old twin girls. They were his cover and Reno had informed Tseng of this development but had been ordered to go ahead with the plan. Reno had done so, but it had unnerved him when he killed the kids. The boy had looked him in the eyes as he lay dying. Innocent, pain-filled grey eyes looked into sad aquamarine ones, seeming to ask why as they lost their light.
Reno felt the tears running down his face and he drew the hammer back on the gun. Those eyes haunted his every waking moment. He had been that old when he joined the Turks but he had never had that innocence because in the slums you had to fight to survive. He placed the gun on his temple and closed his eyes once more. The sound of the gun going off was deafening followed by a slight thud.
Hello, everyone. Twilight is back with another story. Let me know what you think since this is my first fanfiction outside the realm of D. N. Angel. Chapter Two will be up within a couple days and I will be updating my other stories soon.
