Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Seven, any of these characters or the world they're all prancing around in.

Pairings: Eventual Sephiroth x Reno, mild Weiss x Reno and who knows what other pairings I'll throw in later. I'm open for suggestions.

Hello and welcome to my very first written fiction ever. At least the very first one with a finished chapter, this fic was inspired by my friend Havox who you can find here on this site somewhere. The story is set a few days before Dirge of Cerebus when Weiss still had his brain to himself. Comments are loved even if it's a simple prod to get me to write the next chapter, creative critique is appreciated, flames will be ignored and deleted. Not all pairings in this will be yaoi [GuyxGuy] but the main pairing is, so that's the most you will hear about. This is just a proulouge so it's going to be short, I promise to work harder on the first chapter.

The room was dark, only dimly lit with a cheap light bulb hanging over the center of the room. A dull electric buzz hummed through the air as the cold seeped up from the hard concrete floor; however it was the stench of old blood and unwashed bodies that awoke the red headed Turk laying sprawled out on the ground. "Guh… awwh fuck!" Slowly moving shaking arms underneath his hurting body Reno pushed himself upright, cringing as a sharp pain shot up from his side and chest and the movement. Bruised ribs? A hand darted beneath his mussed dress shirt while he leant against the hard wall remaining upright with his other limbs for support.

He carefully drew his hand along the ribcage searching for the damaged appendage and shit if he hadn't found it. Reno froze as he grazed over his lower right side inwardly reeling as the pain shot through his body. He clenched his teeth and slowly moved around so that he could slump back against the wall rather then lean against it. Sure it still hurt but it was much better then the leaning or even lying on the ground.

At least the rest of him didn't feel all too battered, just minor scraps… and a small concussion. Now how had he gotten that again? For that matter how had he ended up in a cell, and underground one to boot? Oh yeah that's right... Rufus.

Flashback

"What do you mean sweep the old Shinra building? That thing's in ruin's yo. " A very disgruntled Reno slammed his hands down flat on Rufus's desk a frown marring his features. "Because Reno as I have said it's fully possible that anyone could go rummaging through the ruin's themselves, and if they find any remaining weapons or anything it could be used against us or others with the blame ultimately falling back on Shinra. This could bring up unnecessary problems which is something I will not allow." Rufus himself was leaning forward from his chair both elbows brought up onto the edge of the desk and his fingers steeped together as he kept a cool gaze on the stubborn Turk.

"Why me yo? Can't Elena do it?" An eyebrow raised as Rufus switched to leaning forward more the tone of his voice dropping into a zone that promised trouble if Reno persisted. "Are you complaining Turk? I gave you a job, now unless you have a very valid reason not to take the mission then I want you out there now."

The frown remained; Reno sunk back further into his chair hating the cold bastard that Rufus had turned into shortly after being cured of the geo-stigma. Sure he had a lot of pressure on him with rebuilding Shinra literally from ruins but one would think that he would at least loosen up around the Turks that stuck by his side. "Then what about Rude yo? Why just me?" "If you'd recall Reno you both have been rather lax in turning in reports. Since Rude's handwriting is more eligible then yours, he will spend the day filling out those while you spend it checking over Shinra's old building. Now get to it."

"Tch" Reno pushed himself up and out of the chair giving up on the argument since he evidently wasn't going to win this one. "Fine." He turned then stomped out ignoring the looks from his co-workers outside the room and missing the sly smile that slowly spread over his superior's features.

Half an hour later he was diligently creeping through the skeletal remains of Midgar's upper plate, skirting around the creatures that now haunted the place. He couldn't help but feel a chill crawl down his spine raising the hairs on the back of his neck. It was creepy as fuck to walk through a ghost city that was once so full of life. Finally he stepped or rather tumbled into the building- he hadn't seen the fallen debris that he'd tripped over, right into the remains of another wall.

"Damn rocks." Reno growled as he rolled over, climbing up to his feet with a small stumble as he dusted off his standard Turk suit. At least the weather wasn't shitty, swinging his Electro-mag rod over a shoulder the Turk proceeded to walk along what he guess to be an old hallway. Maybe there would be stair's nearby, there's no way anything would last being on the surface with it exposed to the elements. At least nothing that wasn't already gone picked up by scavengers and carried away if not rotted.

A few feet away he spotted a way down through a hole on the floor, it would also provide as a way back with the junk cluttered below it. Lowering himself down he nimbly dropped to the floor unaware of the glowing yellow eyes that flickered over in his direction. "Don't know why Rufus is being such an ass yo…" Reno was of course talking to himself, sweeping around the darkened room with his eyes as he let them adjust. Times like these some small part of him wished that Turk's received mako injects, he disliked waiting for his eyes adjust.

Just as he was going to venture a cautious step forward a large fist shaped force sent him flying through the air and straight through one of the flimsy walls. "Shit! What the hell yo!" The cynical Turk scrambled to his feet ignoring the sharp pain and the floor as it dipped beneath him. Darkness and silence wait floor dipping beneath him? Reno squinted down, eyes widened- oh shi

The last thing he could really recall was the fall as the floor gave away then the next then a confusing whirl of voices and strange faces before he had blacked out.

End Flashback.

Reno jolted back to awareness as a loud bang echoed through the small room, the cell's door had been slammed open. A man strode in, and the first things that caught Reno's attention was that his upper torso was bare of and scrap of clothing. Pale skin gave a soft illuminating glow from the cell's light, well built with defined muscles, two katana's strapped to his back, silvery white hair grown a little past his shoulder in a haphazard manner, two startling bright turquoise eyes and a cold cruel smile in place. Fuck this had not be yet another Sephiroth clone bent on getting revenge for mother dearest. Where the hell did Shinra stuff them all anyway?

A semi-loud click echoed around as the door shut, the mystery man stepped forward and Reno realized that he did indeed have clothing although it only consisted of white pants streaked with blue down to his black boots and knee guards. He blinked dully noting that the boots had stopped in front of him. Slowly he looked up into the face of the smirking stranger about to give him a piece of his mind only to receive a swift and very painful kick to his right side clipping the injured ribs.

"Oomph!" Reno immediately hunched over with a grimace holding back a groan that threatened to escape. "Fuck! The hell was that for you silver haired freak!?" "So it can still speak, pity it's mouth is so filthy." The silver haired one crouched down, gripping Reno's chin and forcing him to look up into the stranger's eyes.

His thumbs rubbing over the twin red tattoos that sat beneath the Turks eyes. Reno's expression contorted into confusion then disgust as he felt another hand creeping over his left thigh. Oh hell no! No silver haired manic was going to get away touching him like that! He quickly fixed or well changed the situation by lobbing a wad of spit into the silver haired one's face. Which of course wasn't the wisest thing to do as the cold one's eyes flashed with suppressed rage.

Quicker then he could blink Reno received a harsh punch directly tot he damaged ribs an audible cracking sound, followed by a swift intake of breath then unbelievable pain. Gray filmed over his vision and Reno very nearly gave in to the compulsion to curl up in the fetal position and whimper. In fact the only thing that stopped him from doing so was the hand that suddenly gripped his arm and hauled him halfway up the wall. Now that really, really fucking hurt.

He only vaguely registered the face and deep voice as white spots danced across his vision. "Now listen here little Turk, you might have a use to me alive. But that doesn't necessarily mean I have to keep you completely healthy." The strangers eyes flashed again with some emotion Reno couldn't identify combined with an odd smile, the world swam before his eyes and the voice came from somewhere closer. "I suppose that also means I might let the others play with you as well."

Reno struggled to push back the pain letting his mind slowly digest the words that were spoken. Then mustered enough strength for the only appropriate response, giving him the finger. Cold laughter abruptly echoed across the cell as his arm was released and he crumpled to the floor with a half groan half whimper. He could only slowly make out the words as the world sharply reeled out of contrast a different voice then before. "Weiss the net dive has been set up." The last thing he could recall seeing was a pair of boots walking away as the world turned to black.

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Tseng's P.O.V

Tseng was worried, scratch that Tseng was worried, stressed and overworked. But he was always stressed or overworked had always been from the first day he'd stepped up as Veld stepped down. But this was different much different from the usual worries and stresses that assaulted him day and night. Reno was missing, and in all the time that he'd known the cynical red headed Turk he'd never ever been missing. Not like this, according to his sources Reno had never returned from his mission of searching the old Shinra's building. Two day's later he'd secretly ordered Rude to search over the place to come up with nothing but Reno's discarded Electro-mag Rod.

Even Rude had appeared to be rather disturbed over his partner's disappearance. Elena had shrugged if off and Rufus, he didn't even want to think about Rufus at the moment. The president had been acting rather odd lately and although that prompted worries of it's own the situation involving Reno had worsened. The Wutai man paced frowning as he glanced over the image's Reeve had sent him. Pictures that several of WRO members had taken before they had vanished. Citizens as well have been vanishing, small towns, leaving nothing but a few body's strewn around.

Then the attack, strange creatures employed by soldiers in blue… he sighed then collapsed into his chair messaging the side of his head in frustration. "Reno where are you?"

To be continued…

I hope that turned out okay, at least I should start getting the hang of writing fic's better as I progress on this. It isn't much but I hope it's enough for the begining.