~ Nothing ~
By: Lunar Plexus
Warnings: Slashy, but not naughty.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy, and nobody will ever pay me for this stuff.
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He's a heavy sleeper.
You could throw cold water over him, and he still wouldn't wake up.
He might snore a little louder, but he wouldn't wake up.
There's no peace in him. Even when he's asleep. Everything about him is a battle. Against me, the world, himself.
If he's not awake, and fighting off the enemies of the real world...then he's asleep, and fighting off enemies that I can't see. I can't be there to help him, either. I don't exist for him when he's like this.
Sometimes though, he stops snoring. He stops tossing and turning. He stops stealing the bedcovers.
His breathing slows, and his eyelids flutter.
He still might know it's me, but if I run my fingers through his hair, he smiles. Just on one side. One corner of his mouth twitches up for a moment.
You still can't wake him up, though. Unless you know the trick to it.
"Reno."
Nothing.
He doesn't move.
Nobody could ever make him move, if he didn't want to. It's like you can't touch him.
He's just too fast. He's like a tornado. He blitzes through you, and leaves you exhausted.
I hate him.
I hate him so much, I have to reach out and run my fingers through his hair again.
He smiles on both sides of his mouth this time. As if he knows.
He knows I hate him, and it amuses him.
He's a blot on the landscape, and he knows it. He means it, too.
This is how he lives. This is how he loves to live.
Abrasive and defiant.
He just hasn't got anything else, otherwise.
"Reno."
Nothing.
He's so alive. Alive in a way I'm not.
He is a passion. He's a disease.
Everything he touches, he kills.
I love him.
I love him so much, I have to touch him again. I have to sustain the monotony, and run my fingers through his hair again.
This time, he frowns. Very faintly. As if he knows.
He knows I love him.
It frightens him.
He likes it better when I hate him.
He sleeps so heavily. I could choke him to death in his sleep, and he wouldn't open his eyes once.
Maybe I'll try one day.
There's a trick to waking him up.
You hiss his name into his ear.
You could shout it, but it wouldn't work.
It has to be a piercing whisper.
"Reno."
He opens his eyes in a flash and sits bolt upright.
He's never slept with anything on. The window is open, and moonlight illuminates his form.
He's so pale. All over.
His hair falls over his shoulders.
I know what he'll look like when he's dead.
He lifts a thin hand to rub his eyes.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He glares at me.
"What d'ya want?"
Nobody could ever make him move if he didn't want to.
Nobody could say anything that would stick with him.
Nobody could make him hurt more than he makes himself.
He's still glaring at me.
Wanting to know what more I could possibly want from him.
It's always been easy to love him. Easier to hate him.
It's the easiest thing in the world to tell him the truth.
"Nothing."
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A/N: I know, pointless, right? Whatever. I just wanted to do some tentative exploring in regards to Reno/Rufus. Their relationship would be a very complex one, so I thought I'd just do a little snippet. Baby step, ya know ;)
Thanks for reading...please review?