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Hey! Here's a set of Reno/Yuffie (Reffie) one-shots for the UnLoveyou community on livejournal :3. The stipulation is to express love, but not say I love you :D. I'm giving the song I was listening to while I was writing because for me it helps :3. I'm not going to be anal and make you listen to it so its just a suggestion . Hope you guys like it , and woot for all you Reffie writers out there! Seriously you guys are inspiring and totally got me into this pairing !

Prompt: I want to hurt you
Song: I Bruise Easily by Natasha Bedingfield
Rating: R for language and violence

…something human…

He storms in, slamming his door open, and he sees a dinner laid out on the table. Its fancy, delicate glass stems and flutes, shining silver forks and spoons, and plates that look like porcelain glass. Dishcloths cover the cold dinner, but he can smell the spices of dinner heavy on the air. He sees what were probably long white candlesticks standing up proudly, melted into a puddle of wax. It infuriates him, the idea of it fanning the flames of an anger that had been slowly simmering as he made his way home. He walks in and shuts the door behind him, and finds an obscene fascination in seeing blood seep brilliant red onto his carpet. The click of a door opening startles him, and he looks up to see her standing in his bathroom door. Her skin is flushed pink from her bath, and tendrils of hair escape from the towel holding it up clinging to her face and neck. She looks so delicate, her skin like silk, and so pale that it could be porcelain. She smiles at him, welcoming him home with some words, and her eyes travel up his suit checking to see if she can tell if its his blood, or someone else's. "Hey Turkey."

He doesn't reply and she comes to help him get undressed, checking him for injuries as every layer is slowly peeled away. "What happened to you? You normally look like you've woken up in a slum, but this time you look like you found yourself in a dumpster."

She smiles brightly at her joke, and he wonders how he could forget her complete lack of sensitivity. He struggles to open his mouth, to reassure her but can only croak. She has neatly put away his clothes somewhere, relieved that he is not injured, and has given him a clean set of clothes. "So are you hungry? I made dinner, and trust me it was a battle of epic proportions that I had with your stove. If you were wondering, no that is not my cooking, I resorted to ordering in."

She rambles on and frowns at his lack of response. Normally he would have already inserted several cracks, and insults by now. Silence settles down between them, as she furiously tries to think of something to lighten the mood. After several starts and stops she at last opens her mouth, and says a little too brightly, "Wanna have sex? I learned a few new positions while you were gone!"

"Damnit Yuffie! Shut the fuck up!" he roars all of a sudden, and longing to do something he reaches out his hand and hears the tinkling of glass breaking on the floor. He finds it satisfying, so he shoves everything off the dining table and watches everything break and splatter on his carpet. The dark red of wine is starting to stain the shards but he doesn't care. He looks at her then, his eyes dark with a look she has never seen before. She stands up, and doesn't realize that she is backing up from him. Something snaps in him at that moment and he looses the little control that he has. "What the fuck do you want with me?"

"Re-Reno?" she stammers, confused at what she could have possibly done wrong. "Are you okay?"
"Am I okay? Do I fucking look okay?! Or do you not care anymore? You've become even more heartless then me! A ShinRa Turk! Don't you care that I killed someone today? Don't you fucking care?" His hands are gripping her arms and he is knocking her back against the wall behind her. She winces at the pain of the impact and his words. He sees her blinking back tears at his word, but her eyes are hard now. "Reno let go."

"No." he answers, his body effectively pinning hers down. "Scared little princess?"

"No. Let go turkey!" She snaps at him, struggling with his firm grasp. He continues to poke jabs at her, most are inconsequential, and have nothing to do with the topic but he does it anyways. He wants to see her cry, he wants something, anything. He needs her to be human for him, just this once, because he's afraid that he isn't. "What happened today Reno?"

"Nothing Princess. Don't pretend that you give a fuck." He sneers, unable to look her in the eye. He lets go of her, and sees the purple bruises starting to mar her skin. He turns and starts to head to the bathroom but she follows, her eyes bright with tears but still hard. "Reno, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Everything princess, you should get out before I kill you too." His voice sounds hollow, and he muses about it to himself.

"No." she replies, her voice hard and strong while her petite body intercepts his trajectory. Her very persistence seems to infuriate him even more, "Get out of my way Princess. I don't want to be responsible for hurting 'the single white rose of Wutai'."

"No fucking way asshole." He starts to see red and finds himself grabbing her wrist and yanking her out the door. She stumbles and falls, and now he is literally dragging her out as she screams and kicks. She bites him and he lets her go, screaming profanities.

"You fucking bitch. Get the FUCK OUT OF HERE! What you think you mean something to me?! You're nothing but a whore! Do you know how many other fucking hookers are better then you?! You think I wanted something so second-rate, I much would have preferred Tifa! GET OUT! You think you're worth it? I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE FOR ANOTHER SHITTY MINUTE BITCH!" he roars at her, his words hitting her with a slap and he sees the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. She slaps him and he knows he deserves it, like how she didn't deserve any of the things he said to her. He doesn't see that yet though, and instead raises his own hand, EMR already humming to life, and equally quickly she snatches her shuriken out of nowhere. Her eyes glare at him, shuriken raised and ready, his EMR pointing directly at her chin. "Get out."

"No."

"Fine. I'm leaving then," and he slams the door behind him, and the people in the hall skirt as widely as they can around him. He pretends that he doesn't see the pain in her eyes. He doesn't see her see her crumple to the ground, tears pouring down her face as she sobs into her knees, muttering his name over and over.

It is much later in the evening when he comes home, much more sober now. The cold night hair had helped to calm him, and soon he realizes that she would probably be gone when he got back gone to one of her several friends places. Those things he had said to her, she didn't deserve them. He didn't mean them, but would she see that? No. It bothered him that he had said something so hurtful to her, and found it painful that it was because she was so close to him that he could hurt her. He was sure that he had fucked up good this time, and when he got back all her things would be gone. Two years wasted, and all because of him. If by some miracle she was still there he promised himself that he would never hurt her again. He avoided going home for as long as he could, trying to give her as much time as he could to get her things and leave. The look she had worn when he left haunted him as he slowly made his way back, as he tried to steel himself for a cold and lonely apartment.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find all of the mess cleaned up, and he was startled to find her waiting at the dining room table, slouched down with her head on her arms sleeping. A moonbeam caught her then, softening her features, and he felt his heart flip. Closing the door softly behind him, he shook his head and gently picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. As he lay her down and tucked her in, her eyes opened slowly, and she smiled sleepily at him, "Hey there Turkey."
"Hey brat." He smiled back at her, and suddenly buried his head in her shoulder, sobbing. He told her about what had happened earlier that day, the small little boy that had looked at him with all the trust in the world with eyes that reminded him of her. The fact that he had murdered him, the fact that he didn't deserve her as she soothed him to sleep. The last thing he remembered as he drifted into slumber, was his voice asking her, "Why do you stay?"

"Because you need me." Was her only reply as she wrapped herself protectively around him. He smiled and kissed her forehead, "You know I didn't mean those things."

"I know." She replied, her voice light, "But you totally owe me now! By the way, all your master materia have now become my property!"

He just smirked as she fell asleep and soon joined her in dreams.

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Authors Note: so reno was a gargantuan arsehole in this…sorry --'''' and sorry for angsty it is :3. I hope you guys like it though R&R pwease :3 and i promise the rest aren't like this --''''