Title: Star Cross
Author: Tara Kitaide
Genre: Drama/Romance/Action/Angst
Rating: M for future yaoi scene.
Pairing: Reno/Renji

Spoilers: Well it takes place after the war...
Summary: When you die, its not really death, just the start of another life.
Warnings: Lots of Violence, Yaoi, character death and...yeah, lots of yaoi.

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, however it owns me. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
Distribution: Too lazy to post this anywhere else.

Prologue

It was terrible.

The red head turned suddenly, his weapon at his side, ready to defend. He was met with the piercing green eyes of his enemy and held off his attack. Their weapons clashed, sending sparks flying. The Red head quickly pushed the long serrated sword back, sending its owner tumbling backwards a few steps.

His parter fought his own enemy close by, clearly being lead away from his friend. He shouted for him but was unheard.

"So you need your friend to help defeat little old me? Are the Turks really as strong as they say?"

The red head growled at his enemy's insult. He didn't answer but instead lunged forward, his weapon making contact with the others again. He Watched out of the corner of his eye as his friend fought harshly against his own enemy.

The bald man's weapon clashed against the other's ferociously. They exchanged blows while circling one another like a pack of wolves. Concerned with his friend's battle, he gazed over momentarily.

Looks like he wont hold out much longer...

It was true, The poor Red head's condition was far from fine. His arm bled profusely from his shoulder from where is was slashed moments ago. His black suit and white shirt were splattered and stained with blood, mostly his. Several smaller nicks and scratches were all over his face, arms, chest. He breathed heavily as he clutched to his weapon, fending off the silver haired bastard's attacks.

"Your wide open!"

The bald man was quickly snapped out his thoughts as a his enemy lunged for him, slicing his right side.

The red head watched in horror as his partner was struck. "Rude!" He called and turned to help his stricken comrade.

Wrong move.

Forgetting about his enemy, the red head turned his back just as it was pierced through by his enemy's sword. He gasped in pain as the cold metal pushed its way out into the other end of his chest. He gagged, couching up blood, his head pounding.

The sword withdrew, readying for the final strike. The Red head fell to his knees, gasping, huffing, surprised by the painful sensation that engulfed his body. He fell to the ground, face down.

He was going to die.

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AN: Well, well! This certinaly does leave yall quite a bit to think about! Sorry if I may mix up some of my southern accent in my writing. This isn't my first fan fiction but its my first time posting here! I'm actually quite excited. To be honest, I know very little about Final Fantasy Seven. Sure, I played the game and all but there is still some things I yet to come to understand. So, basically what I'm trying to say, is please help me anyway you can. Hope you like the Prologue. Its a bit obvious as to who our red head is but for those of you who haven't figured it out, I'll leave you to figure it out yourself! Well, tootles! Please review! I would much appreciate it!