A/N : My first attempt at writing Reti! I hope I did okay.
Reviews would be very much appreciated. I would love to hear your guys' inputs on how I did and if the characters were OOC in the slightest.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership to anything.
Confident
She told herself that she was a warrior, all hardboiled and stalwart. She was a raging funnel of tangent and zealous passion to be reckoned with and she'd be damned if she was ever made to feel otherwise ever again. She punched with a tenacity that could only be ever found in someone who was sick of feeling useless and weak. Dark scarlet rivulets of blood blossomed and tainted her pallid flesh as the skin of her knuckles tore, and still she kept going and going and going. She carefully aimed punch after punch in a sequence of deadly blows, destroying tree bark after tree bark in her frenzy to prove to herself that she was still strong, and determined as ever.
Tifa Lockhart was no plastic flower that needed protecting.
She was fucking tough.
"Whoa baby!" His voice was singular, erratic and unique as it pierced the air; the distinctly smooth and masculine tone instantaneously snapped the ebony-haired young woman out of her self-induced reverie. She halted in her vicious pummeling assault and turned to face the man that had dared to approach her with a fixed glare.
"What do you want?"
Reno merely stared back at her, a lazy grin forming around the thin stick of tobacco in his mouth.
The last time the redheaded Turk had seen her was when she was knocked out cold on the bed in that ramshackle room. He had thought she was pretty attractive with her curvy figure and big brown eyes, but her hopeless love for a man who still clung to the memory of a dead girl had turned him off and caused him to lose interest. Hell, he hadn't known whether to admire her for her steadfast loyalty or to be utterly disgusted by her seemingly blind devotion. Yet here she stood before him a completely changed woman, and dare he say he liked it.
"Well?" Tifa snapped rudely when he didn't respond. "What the hell are you staring at?" Her hands were bunched up into tiny little fists that shook with a staggering amount of strength down by her sides; she looked about ready to punch his face in and call it a day.
Reno took a long drag from his cigarette, smoke rising in wisps from his parted thin lips and curling into the air like grey ellipses. He noted that the martial still wore that tight-lipped face, all composed of livid russet eyes and a steely firm resolve pressed into the way she held her head up high proudly.
She was pretty for a barmaid, even beautiful, but as a feisty thing -- she was absolutely radiant. Positively glowing with a ferocity and sensuality that actually made his blood boil at the mere thought of possessing such a wanton being. Just thinking about caressing her porcelain-smooth skin and watching her rise above him made him tilt his head at her, his uniquely colored green irises roving over her leather-clad form appreciatively.
"Confidence," he drawled lazily, eyes gleaming, "That's hot."
Reno grinned in triumph when he was immediately rewarded with the lovely rosy flush of pale cheeks and the lowering of lushly lashed dark brown eyes.
Oh yeah, she was definitely hot.
--fin.
