Hello! this is my first ff7 story so tell me what you think! and if i messed up any where please point it to me! now reno will do the disclaimer,
Reno:why do i have to do it?
me:because i will give you a cookie
Reno:COOKIE! Inktears does not own Final Fanstay or anything thing esle like that. NOW GIVE ME COOKIE!
me(hands reno the cookie and turns back to the readers) ENJOY!
Chapter 1.
Reno Sinclair walked through the destroyed streets of the old slums of Midgar where he grew up. 'What a shitty place to raise a kid. Not that my parnets did much rising of me. The streets did that.'He turned away from the dark thoughts that had entered his mind. 'Rule number 5, never dwell in the past, you get stuck there.' After Meteor and the Deepground issue people begun to rebuild Midgar. It was slow going, but it was getting done.
Most of the city had been rebuilt already. Everything was almost back to the way it was before the meteor destroyed the city. 'Oh and the battle with Deepground didn't help much. Can't believe I missed that fight. Worst time ever to take a vacation.' Reno mused to himself, shaking his head as he walked the twilight-lit street. He stopped to look up at a crumbling church before him, and sighed. 'How in the hell did I end up here?'It was Aerith's church. One of the only places in Old Midgar that flowers still grow. 'Chocobo-head probably is at the 7th heaven with that busty chick, Tifa...so he won't mind if I look inside...I hope.'Reno carefully pulled open the door and stepped inside. Looking around the inside of the church, Reno walked over to the little pond in the center. The pond's water had saved everyone with Geostigma that hadn't been cured by the rain. Reno thought back to that day. 'Stupid Sephiroth clones, messing everything up.' Reno sat down by the water's edge and stared into the clear water.
His mirror image stared back at him. Reno's mind begun to wander back to the days when Shinra was on top of the world. The Turks and SOLDIER's were the coolest people to be. Then again no one really knew who the Turks were. All anybody really knew was that they did "special" jobs for the company, and that if the Turks ever showed up at your door you were screwed blue and tattooed. Reno had done many terrible things in the name of the company. He had killed, beaten, and even tortured innocent people all because orders came from the president, and when Sephiroth whacked him, Rufus. Reno had even dropped the plate on sector seven. He remembered all the screams that had risen up from the ruins. The sounds still haunted him in the dead of night.
He had never listened to the little voice in the back of his mind, even as a kid, which is how he ended in the Turks in the first place. Reno sighed and looked up at the setting sun streaming into the several holes in the roof. 'I wish life had a reset button. I would do everything over.' Very much lost in his dark thoughts, a loud ruckus began outside. After a minute of what sounded a lot like fighting, Reno confusedly made his way to the door. Standing at the door, he saw two children run by outside. Stepping outside the church, he could see several children in what looked like a small mob.
The children, mostly boys around 13 or so, stood in a tight circle surrounding something Reno could not identify. As Reno looked a little closer at the group, he realized the thing that the kiddies were standing around was in fact another child. Stepping closer, he could see not only was this other kid surrounded but was in fact being shoved around and punched. Reno stood in shock for only a second, then snapped out of it as the smallish child hit the ground. As the child lay, covering their face, the others began to kick the poor kid. Reno started towards the group yelling at them to knock it off. None of the children paid any attention to him and continued to beat the kid on the ground. So Reno, revealing his famous temper, pulled out his gun and fired three shots into the air.
The children, startled by the gun fire, turned and looked at Reno, their eyes going wide. Reno returned his gun to its holster and crossed his arms over his chest. Raising one eyebrow he asked, "What do we have here?"
One of the children recognized his suit, shouted, "Crap it's a Turk! Run!" That's all it took for the children to bolt in all different directions, leaving just Reno and the kid on the ground. Reno snorted and took a step toward the injured child. The child laid facing away from him, so all Reno could see was fiery red hair that rivaled his own red locks. By the lack of and long limbs, Reno guessed that the kid was a boy. Kneeling down beside the kid, Reno carefully rolled the kid on his back and looked into the face of what was obviously a young girl.