Alright then this is my first ever Final Fantasy Seven fanfiction to be posted here by me! Reviews both lovely & harsh are welcomed strongly for they'll help me in the future.
Summary: The word love has been judged strongly by many of the characters throughout many plots and storylines, but what happens when they get it dramatically thrown at their direction and have no choice but to face it? Pairings will be made but will of course develop while the story goes on, meaning I myself don't know who's going to pair up with who in the end and will just let the story take me to the answers. Hopefully you guys won't need to wait too long!
Disclaimer: None of the characters or anything that revolves around Final Fantasy 7 has ever belonged to me but will always be credited by Square-Enix.
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Introduction - Emerald eyes, don't tease his heart!
It was early morning. The ray of lights viciously attacked his eye lids as he raised an arm for his sight's protection and allowed a groan to escape his deeply thin yet dry lips. Parting them apart for a minute to mutter something, he finally chose not to waste his energy at cursing away at the sun when he could and indeed should start to get ready for the meeting with his other comrades over at the Shinra building, or was it at the Healin' lodge? His memory was of course playing tricks at him and he had no time to be the victim. Racing about the apartment, he began pacing wondering how he should start his day; finally he decided upon having the glorious and steaming wonders of the brown liquid he called Coffee.
The Coffee kicked quite quickly after the first sip as he finally felt the sensation which would soon lead as to what Tseng calls the 'Hyper phase.' Both disturbing and annoying to people who have known Reno only at those times, he always of course gave the credit of the energy to run around like a lunatic everyday to the very simple status of Coffee, how he adored it for the things it had done for him. For if he never knew of the miracle drink he wouldn't have been able to commit such a crime as the one he plotted on almost every one in the Shinra building including Hojo.
Gently but carelessly leaving the empty mug in the sink, he let out a soft yawn and looked around. He was stalling, yes stalling. He did not wish to get out of the comfort of his apartment and enter the tiring world outside, he wanted to kick back and relax not chase after some Looney who was after his boss or go through a whole meeting with the extension of an hour long of Tseng's everyday speech.
Drumming his fingers against his leg he soon stared down at his attire, lifting up a patch he raised it underneath his nose to go through the smell test. It had failed, quite poorly. But what annoyed him was the fact that he had already taken a shower the other day and somehow successively smelt as if he hasn't…Oh, now he remembered; he was out drinking all night.
The feeling and taste of the liquor hitting against his taste buds a few hours ago still felt new as he was of course wondering on the new question; what had he exactly done last night? The memories was fuzzy, but then again so was every other night when he chose to go have a round of drinks with Rude & Elena and sometimes occasionally Tseng if he wasn't busy with paper works. He needed Rude, silent as his partner chose to be sometimes; he always seemed to get the dirt from the bald headed figure about what mischief he had caused while his brain chose to take a quick nap and only wake up to say foolish things.
Noting on the fact that he woke up in his own bed and not on his couch; he guessed yesterday must have been one of his good days when his drunk self chose not to cause too much trouble and just splatter a bit of insults and maybe get a punch or two before heading home. For all he knew, it must have been for the reason of something about his wallet being empty and him clinging like a monkey onto Laney's arm begging for a drink to be bought for him that he wasn't drunk; how absurd it was to remember that and not how many drinks he had instead. Resting a palm against his temple, he noted the hangover headaches had still not chosen to erupt yet; he just prayed they wouldn't attack him in the worst timing. Patting wildly at his pants for the search for the remedy, he finally gave up and resorted upon taking a shower.
Half an hour had passed, and in half an hour he had caused more trouble then he expected a monkey could with a box of dozen eggs. He had chosen a new but still crumpled suit to put on but he was crouching on the bathroom floor as his hands were against his temple and he winced in the pain coming hard and rocked himself gently back and forth as if it would help allow the pain to leave him faster. Let's refresh why he was in that position and suffering; everything was going according to plan, he had got jumped out of the shower when he heard the familiar door bell, making his way quickly as it was a habit to him to always run to the door; he failed to be cautious upon the wet floors leading him to slip. Getting up he smashed his head against the sink and ended up crouching on the ground when the pain was finally coming, damn did he always hate the headache that thumped against his forehead the day after he had a drinking fiesta.
He had in the end been able to take some pills and fix himself up from the slip up just recently. Looking around the room, he wondered what to do next when it finally hit him; he had forgotten about the doorbell! Making his way to the knob, he turned it before wondering why it wouldn't grant his wishes to open; he was locked in! Kicking hard at the doorway, he had agreed on head butting onto the door but luckily found the reason why it wouldn't open; he forgot to unlock the locks. Sheepishly looking out; he found the hallway to be quite empty…That was until his eyes fell on the tan colored A4 sized envelope before him.
"Must be something from Tseng or Rufus" he muttered slightly loudly as he made his way once more inside and shut the door before him. Staring at the envelope as his fingers skillfully attacked for opening it; his free hand pushed off all the newspaper pages, cigars and bottles of beer from his couch to make a spot for him that he soon sat on while he stared inside for the content of what was in the object he held.
Looking closely you could catch a glimpse of red, maroon and crimson all layered up upon the figures head in a messy state as many strands stuck up in many directions but the only neat part of it was the ponytail he tied just recently which was of course very close to being as messed up as the stuck up strands in the front. His pale face held small and hard to locate freckles on the bridge of his nose. Why yes his suit, if you compared him among his work partners you would have expected them to be working for different occupations from the way they were dressed. It was lost for words the suit of the red head but then again that was how the person was, he found comfort the key to his sight even if he ended up to look like a piece of scrap. But the most object about this fellow that made him stand out mostly for was his soft yet deep emerald mako enhanced eyes which were at that exact time scanning at the sheet of paper that held few number of words he kept reading them over and over as if trying to find the meaning behind them…That was of course before he heard the familiar ring then tickling vibration in his pants pocket as his PHS held a message and he carelessly pulled It out to see what it held for him this time.
"Meeting canceled, come over to Seventh Heaven. Love Laney" it read as it also held little amount of words but he could easily read behind the words from that messages; Laney and the others must have something to do with the letter he just got.
Stumbling onto the ground as he searched for the prized possessions, he let a smirk curl upon his face as he tugged at a rod and metal box and roughly dumped them in his pocket not caring that his PHS could get damaged. Making his towards the door; he stared one last time at the letter before shaking his head and allowing himself to laugh softly at the sheet. It was a prank letter, he knew no one he felt so strongly who matched the person the letter described. It was a joke he figured by either Elena or one of the Avalanche members…Why did he have a feeling the ninja loud mouth was the master mind of it all?
Tossing the sheet at the ground he pulled the wooden door and closed it behind him. Still inside his apartment, a sheet with three words written in a beautiful yet soft handwriting read the following;
"She'll love you"
-ToBeContinued-
