Missing you, Wherever you Are_
Author Note: This is just a quick oneshot. Those of you who have read my work before will find this is really different then what I normally write. I hope you like it anyways. Thank you for reading as always.
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He'd always hated Midgar, and everyone in it. In fact, he really hated everything about it, from the cheep liquor to the shitty prostitutes and the poorly controlled slums. He hated the smell of Mako that was still rancid in the air and the biting cold that cut right through you, no matter how many layers you wore, though it never snowed in Midgar. No, the place wasn't natural. Everything was wrong with Midgar. It was the quintessential example of the destruction of the planet. It wrote the how to fuck up your world handbook, by simply just existing. Nothing could grow in Midgar, there was no life, and yet, it had been home.
He'd grown up there. Everyone he knew was from there, as shitty as it may have been to live there; he'd managed to create his own life. He knew he should feel sad, or at least feel something. Everything he'd known was gone, but he didn't feel sadness. No, he felt empty. He looked on at the ruins of his home impassively, and thought that it made him maybe an even bigger asshole for not knowing how to mourn it properly. He just felt nothing. All he could think was that he was just looking at a bunch of rocks and half assed construction of buildings that would never be supported by the fucked foundation of Midgar itself. He looked at what used to be his home, and couldn't make himself feel anything.
After meterofall, Midgar has become nothing but a sad ruin, uninhabitable despite attempts to rebuild. The Mako leaks created by the reactors that once kept the city running now make living in the ruins impossible. Midgar stands as a crumbling monument to its former glory and to the folly of a man's abuse of the planet, as well as a tribute to the sacrifices made to save the planet sum years before. Thos who had survived had moved on, constructing a new city called Edge. To be honest, he'd moved on as well, but he was always drawn back to Midgar.
"Like a loyal guard dog, always at your master's beck and call." His cold, professional voice reminded him in his mind, sounding the same as he had then, a ghostly reminded of a past that was not so far away.
He clenched his fists tightly, bitten nails digging into the flesh of his palm, the pain unrecognized as he stared at the dismal horizon. The wind picked up, whipping his red hair over his shoulder and playing with the long strands like a lover would. Sand kicked up around him and his clothing whipped about, tangling and jerking with the wind about his body, but he remained standing rigidly still, standing on that cliff that overlooked the place he hated more than anything.
"You're not going to jump are you?" A male voice asks in a dull tone, not seeming to care either way.
He knows who it is, though he never heard the other ride up. There's only one other person who still comes here, to look at Midgar and broad about the past, and it pisses him off that he is becoming more and more like him. He didn't turn to look at the other, didn't have to. They'd come to terms with their differences a long time ago, and in that found some similarities. They both ached terribly for something lost, and some nights sought it out in each other's arms, but they both knew that they could not pretend or replace what they were looking for.
"Only if you push me, yo." He said softly.
"Coward." The other replied as he silently moved to stand next to him, looking out at the ruins as well.
"Maybe." He replied softly, just wanting to pretend for a little longer that they were having a conversation and not fall into the silence that he knew was coming, and that he knew would lead them both down the same destructive road.
"Aerith sends her regards." The other said after a moment of uncomfortable silence, seeming to pick up on the need for conversation, but having struggled to find something to fill it with.
"Tell 'er thanks fer me yo." He replied and turned around to get back to his bike, his throat constricting with words he didn't know how to say and tears he didn't know how to shed.
"Leaving?" The other asked surprised.
"Don' belong here." He said softly, struggling around the ache in his throat and chest.
"Reno…" The other called, but he couldn't be heard over the sound of the motorcycle revving, and then he was gone.
Author note~ It's really suppose to be sad. I hope I got that across. It's only meant to be a oneshot, but I've got a tone of ideas for it and might turn it into a little something more, if people like it. If not, I might turn it into more just because it suits my fancy. Thanks so much again. Hope you enjoyed.