Disclaimer: I don not own Final Fantasy VII in any way, shape, and/or form. Believe me, if I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I'd be making games and secret scenes where you can watch Cloud and Vincent do naughty things to one another. I also do not won Ashley Parker Angel or his lyrics. The song is called Shades of Blue.
Author Notes: Um ... rated for violence, language, and YAOI! Prequal to Along The Way. Implied Reno/Rufus and Reno/Vincent.
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Tears? I'm crying? No, I don't cry. I'm Reno of the Turks. Turks don't cry. I don't cry. I lifted a hand to my face, dabbing the fresh blood under my eyes, and what do you know? I'm crying.
With arms wide open,
His life's becoming a thousand shades of blue,
Probably broken, lost and lonely,
We're all just shades of you.
He hit me again, worse than any other time before. I'll never forget the sight of those mini knives just before they cut identical scars under my eyes. I could see my reflection in them, the horror in my eyes, just as he had seen them. But he enjoyed seeing me in pain. That's what got him off. I have countless bruises and scars, all in places easily hidden with a normal Turk uniform. This time, he wanted to world to know of my meaningless existence. My only purpose is to be someone's sex toy, or so I'm told. I believe it.
There's no escaping where he's going,
A thousand shades of blue.
Probably hopeless, don't you notice?
We're all just shades of you.
I cried, remembering the fights, the bruises, the scars, and the small occasions that he just wanted someone to hold, and for years I let myself roll with whatever he needed, my payment to him for saving my life in the slums of Sector 7, and giving me a place in the most powerful, now most responsible company in all the world. What kind of mess did he make me?
My feet pounded against the concrete streets. I know my mind had a destination, and my legs knew the way, so I let them carry me, trusting myself for the first time.
That fucking letter … he had it all planned out. He handed it to me for me to read, and the next thing I know is I'm on my knees, crying, begging him to forgive me for something so small that didn't deserve an apology.
You deserve to rot in hell. The scars under your eyes only show a portion the worthlessness in your veins. You're nothing but a coward. Stay with me, Reno, I'll hit you again and again until one day you stop breathing.
But I didn't do anything wrong, did I? When did love become a crime? All I wanted was to love him, and for him to love me in return. If he called that love, then it SHOULD be a crime.
Thunder broke and rain splattered the pavement, mixing with my tears and attempting to wash the blood on my face.
I was at my safe haven. No one would look for me here, no one but Elena, and Elena would never tell. She'd die before betraying a fellow Turk.
I banged on the door, the body shivering and aching. God I felt like dying.
He let the water run too deep,
Then he just slowly slipped on in,
And when he finds the nerve to breathe,
All they say is no one saw it coming.
"Reno?"
I stared at him before falling into Vincent's arms. They held me up, keeping me safe and warm just like I knew they would. The letter fell from my hand, and I'm sure Vincent caught it without any problems. I felt his eyes move over ever letter as my stained and tainted face buried itself in his red cape.
"You're safe here. He won't hurt you again."
Those were the first words I ever truly believed.
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