A/N: Alrighty, I've come up with another fic! And it's not going to be a one-shot!gasp lol, Anyways, This was a lot of fun to write. I started it in math class (which I never pay attention to), and then I worked on it more at home. Soon, it turned into this! I think Reno and Rufus are a good couple, don't you? Okay, well, on with the fic!
Rainy Days
I sighed, staring out over the balcony. It was very pretty scenery, with trees and flowers all over the place. Not at all like Midgar, which has no greenery at all, unless someone decided to import it from a different town. But the plant usually dies after a few dies, unable to adapt to the Midgar climates. Waste of money really. But some people say that, if only for a few days, the plants make their homes a little brighter.
ShinRa never indulged in such things, finding them to be incredibly useless. Only a few people, mostly idiots, bought them. Scarlet for one. She doesn't care how she spends her money, finding that it was worth it to try and show everyone up. Heidegger too. I hate bother of them. They're gluttonous pigs who live to kiss my father's ass.
My father. Yet another person I hate. Many people tell me I should be happy. My father is one of the most powerful people on the planet. I could get anything and everything I wanted. But to be honest, all I really wanted was for him to stay the hell away from me. He doesn't think of me as a son, and probably never has. All I am is a Vice President, someone beneath him, and therefore not worthy of his time.
I felt something wet and looked up. It was beginning to rain. I had only been in the rain a few times before, mostly when I was in Junon. But this place was much prettier than Junon. It was a vacation home built before I was born, in a place near Mideel. The home was a huge stone building, surrounded by a thick forest. It was peaceful and calming. Perfect for when I was depressed.
I was here alone for the most part. My father didn't come, but he sent the Turks and a few other employees. I didn't know any of them very well, but I could attach names to faces. Not that it matters, considering that I didn't really talk to them. Supposedly, they were here for my protection, but I knew that they were here to keep an eye on me.
You see, my father believes that I want to take over ShinRa Inc., and in doing so I would have to have him killed. Although I would like nothing better than to see my father dead, I wouldn't kill him, especially not over such a stupid reason. I have more morals than people would like to believe. Besides, I don't give a damn about ShinRa.
But even though my father is suspicious of me, I'm still his only son, his only heir. So he always tries to prepare me to run the company when he's gone. He's been trying to get me to get married, so that my public image would be better or something, but I don't want to get married, so I always refuse every girl he tries to set me up with. They're all either complete bimbos or kiss ups.
I felt tears sting my eyes, thinking bitterly of all my father had done to me; all the damned company had done to me. It was raining pretty hard now, so I couldn't even feel it when the tears rolled down my cheeks. I just kept staring at the forest, the smell of water and grass filling my nose.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?"
I turned around quickly, alarm filling me. To my relief, it was only a turk standing in the doorway. He looked pretty strange in my opinion. His hair was dark red, and spiked up about 5 inches high, although there was a thin ponytail hanging down his back. He had let some bangs hang in his face, although most of it was held back by a pair of black goggles, the kind that people wear when riding motorcycles. He was thin and lanky, and was dressed in the normal turk attire. There were two deep scars underneath his eyes, and I wondered vaguely where they had come from. But the eyes themselves were amazing. They were a pale shade of green, but held a sort of depth I had never seen before.
I tore my gaze away from him, knowing that if I stared any longer, I wouldn't be able to look away. "I'm thinking," I said, finally answering his question. I returned to my previous position of leaning against the balcony, resting my head in my arms and hoping that he would go away. But instead, he walked over to me and leaned his back against the rail.
"What are you thinking about that would make you stay out in the rain?" He asked, looking at me inquisitively.
"That's none of your business," I replied.
He shrugged and turned his eyes towards the sky. "Alright."
I wondered why he didn't leave. Most people did. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, than I remembered his name. He was Reno, who, from what I had heard, was pretty laid back and very cocky. He didn't like listening to others, preferring to do everything his way. He was also rumored to be a total bastard. Strange, he wasn't like that with me at the moment. He was just…nice.
"Do you want to know what the best thing about the rain is?" He said, cutting into my thoughts.
"What?" I asked.
"No one can tell when you're crying," he said, his emerald gaze on me once again.
I was surprised by what he said. Was he implying what I thought he was? "I wasn't crying," I said hotly.
He shrugged again. "Never said you were."
I glared at him for a few minutes, then turned away. Inside, I didn't feel angry though. I was surprised and somewhat afraid. Here was this guy, who I'd talked only talked to for a few minutes, and he was able to read my emotions like a book. No one had ever been able to do that with me before. They all assumed I was some emotionless bastard who didn't have any feelings.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why what?" His face began to become puzzled.
"Why are you even bothering to talk to me? Why should you care about how I feel, or what I think?" I said, a sort of lost confusion entering my voice.
"I don't know. You just looked upset about something. I guess I just wanted to know what was wrong," he answered.
His reply was strange to me. No one had ever cared what was wrong with me. Ever. It scared me. I didn't want to let him get too close to me, because I feared that I would just get hurt. So I decided to end the conversation. "Well, I'm fine, so you can leave." I turned my gaze back to the forest, making a point of not looking at Reno.
I heard his footsteps, and I was sure he was going to leave. But to my utter shock, he came up behind me and hugged me. I let loose a gasp. I had never been held this way before. His arms were around me, and the back of my head was against his chest.
"You're lying," he whispered softly. "What's wrong?"
I felt frozen, like my mind had gone numb. But then, I began to realize that I liked being held, that it felt nice. I swallowed, because I knew that I shouldn't think like that. "L-Let me go," I said, trying to keep my voice under control.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," Reno replied, tightening his hold on me.
I shut my eyes, trying desperately to resist the urge to tell him everything. My heart began to beat faster and faster, and I began to feel his warm breath against the back of my neck.
When I didn't say anything, Reno started to talk. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. Maybe I can help."
"Why are you acting like this?" I asked, unable to mask my emotions. "Everyone is always telling me that you don't care about anything but yourself."
"Do you always believe what other people say?" He asked.
Damnit, he had gotten me. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I turned around and put my hands on his shoulders, resting my head against his chest. Than I began to shout.
"Okay, you want to know what's wrong with me? Everything! I'm the vice president of a stupid corporation, and I hate it! I don't want power or money, and that's all everyone cares about! I can't have a life, I can't even talk to anyone outside the damn company! I'm sick of it!"
Tears were now streaming down my cheeks, but I didn't care. "And to make matters worse, I have a father who is a self-centered, power hungry bastard, and who doesn't give a damn about me. All he cares about is looking good for the public, and that's all I am to him, some tool to help his image! And now he wants me to get a wife, when I've never even been on a goddamned date!"
My voice broke and I began to sob. All the while, Reno continued to hold me, not saying anything until I was finished.
"Never been on a date? So I guess you've never been held before either."
I shook my head.
"Then you've probably never been kissed, huh?"
I laughed bitterly. "Kissed? Yeah right," I choked. "I WISH."
I felt one of his arms pull away, and he put his hand against my cheek, raising my face towards his. Before I could say anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my face heat up. Without even thinking, I returned the kiss.
Reno ran his tongue against my lips, as if asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in and began to explore it. It felt so good, I didn't want him to stop.
When he finally pulled away, I panted slightly, due to the lack of air I'd had. When I looked up, he was smiling.
"How was that for a first kiss?" He asked.
I grinned, probably for the first time in my life. "It was perfect," I said.
Reno smirked, his eyes sparkling. "I told you I could help."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, resting my head against his shoulder. A strange feeling crossed my heart, but I wasn't sure what it was. He laughed and ruffled my hair. It was still raining, but much more lightly now.
Finally, he let go of me, taking a step back.
"Do you have to go?" I asked, sadness washing over me. I really wanted him to stay with me.
He nodded. "Yeah, sorry, I have to though. Rude and Elena were expecting me 30 minutes ago. If I don't leave now, they may come look for me."
I nodded and lowered my head, not wanting him to see the tears stinging in my eyes. I felt his hand against my face, and he lifted my chin so that I was looking into his shining emeralds.
"Don't worry okay, it's not like I'm really going anywhere." Then he smiled. "Meet me here tomorrow around 1:00 P.M., okay?"
"What? Why?" I asked.
He just winked at me and said, "You'll see." Then he turned to leave. But when he got to the door, I said, "Reno, wait!"
He looked over his shoulder and said, "What?"
I smiled. "Thanks."
He grinned and shrugged. "No problem." Than he turned back and left. I stood there for a few minutes, staring at the doorway until I could no longer hear Reno's footsteps anymore. Although I was sad to see him leave, I was also happy. Happier than I had ever been actually. I finally knew how it felt to be held, to be kissed. It was all thanks to Reno.
I couldn't stop smiling as I left the balcony. The thought of seeing Reno tomorrow made the strange feeling stronger. I couldn't identify it, but whatever it was, it really felt nice. I began to hum, tilting my head back slightly.
"Thanks Reno," I whispered softly. "Thanks."
