Author : Alia Zanetsu
Disclaimer : none of the characters are mine. All credits to Square Enix. Also, it's my first fiction in english. It's not to be "cool" or something like that, it's just... I couldn't write this fic in french :)
Thanks : to my dear betareader :)
I hope you will enjoy the text. Don't hesitate to do comments on it, I want to improve my english skills :)
I can haz luv ?
Tseng entered the flat he shared with Reno, exhausted as often after a rough day of work.
The silence of the apartment was quite unusual, given that the ginger was always at home before him. The eyes of the wutaian turk were alerted by a white sheet, folded in two. His name was written on it and Tseng opened with a small head nod. What had Reno invented, this time ?
"Ohay !
In teh beginning, teh Basment Cat wuz lookin the skiez, tehr wuz lite un nuthin else. But is wuz Caturday, so teh Ceiling Cat restd. Und teh Basment Cat wuz sad, cuz he fel alown. But tenh he seez teh Ceiling Cat, und his lite wuz awsom. Teh Basement Cat wantd to befrind wiz teh Ceiling Cat. But teh Ceiling cat sed:
"- Noes, yu can't, cuz yu maed bad stuff."
Und teh Basement Cat wuz moar and moar sad, und he did bad stuff again, cuz wen he did, teh Ceiling Cat paid attentwun to him.
But teh Basement Cat wantd to do sumfin ull lurn abowt wen yur oldr wiz teh Ceiling Cat, cuz by searchin his attentwun, he fald in luv wiz him.
So he askd :
"- I can haz luv ?"
Teh Ceiling Cat belivd dat teh Basement Cat wuz jokin, so he answerd :
" - I liek yu, yur a friend to me."
Teh kitteh sed "k", but insidez he wuz rly sad, cuz' he get frienzond. Wut cud he do fur bean luvd ?
He trid to be gud, he trid to be sexy. He even stop to liv in teh basement. Ceiling Cat wuz alwayz away frum him.
So teh Basement Cat tough dat if he became a angel kitteh, he cud be wiz teh Ceiling Cat forevur…
Love you Tseng. Since the first day we met…"
A soft smile curved the lips of the wutaian, as he folded the sheet to put it in his shirt pocket. The red haired man was, as always, teasing him… By the way, where had the other turk gone ? Tseng thought he would already be here…
"- Ren ?"
He had no answer, and tried the bedroom of his roommate… The lights were off, but there were no one on the bed… Tseng lighted up the room, and froze.
Reno was hanged on the luster, a chair knocked down by the ground.
"- Reno… Reno !"
The wutaian grabbed the leg of his friend, freezing when he realized that the limb was cold… But he had to unhook Reno, he had to try to bring him to life…
Tseng didn't have any idea of the time he spent lent on the red-haired turk, trying to make him breath, to stimulate his heart… He came back to reality when Rude forced him to leave Reno to the medics, saying that his yells alerted the neighborhood. The wutaian nodded slowly, not noticing that it was only with the help of Rude that he was still standing. He was crying, and the bald turk guided his numb head against his own chest, staying silent. The medical squad was evacuating Reno and the two remaining turks didn't really heard the doctor saying that their friend was dead : they already knew. Finally, Tseng spoke, face still hidden in his coworker's white shirt.
"- It's all my fault…"
Sooo ! It was a bit strange to write. I mean, I'm not a stranger with deathfics, I LOVE make Tseng suffer a lot, but it's the first time like this :)
Hope you enjoyed it, don't hesitate to leave a review !