A Pyromaniac's Reflection
For someone with no heart, it's awfully easy to forget important details. Details like why the hell I'm sitting at a bar in the middle of a slum town called Midgar. Oh wait…the bar girl's racked. I took another swig of my drink, thinking about my latest mission. I honestly couldn't understand what Xemnas was thinking sending me here. I ran a gloved hand through my spiky red locks, a feature which I am both known for and proud of. The alcohol was starting to get to me, and I was having trouble remembering what my mission was in the first place. I almost remembered when a loud voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Yo Tifa, give me a shot over here!" For a moment I thought I had shouted it, but I realized I didn't know the bar girl's named. Blinking slowly, I turned to see who had shouted…and nearly dropped my shot glass.
I was looking in a mirror! This guy stole my good looks! He had the same shade of blood red hair, spiked almost like mine, only his was longer and tied back in a long ponytail, and he had a pair of goggles perched on his forehead. The guy had the same bright green eyes, but his had a tinge of blue to them. Instead of my teardrop tattoos, this guy had red slashes his on his cheekbones, right underneath the goggles. He wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned; a black dress jacket, unzipped; matching black slacks and scuffed and muddy black shoes.
As he turned to converse with a guy sitting next to him, I realized out voices were uncannily similar…we sounded exactly alike. As I watched the guy pulled out a lighter, and despite lacking a heart, something jumped into my throat. But the guy just lit a cigarette. His partner said something I couldn't here and he whipped his head around towards me. I quickly ducked down, not wanting to look like a stalker.
Instead of leaving it like a normal person, this guy grabbed his glass and moved over next to me.
"Yo." The doppelganger greeted. Again I realized how alike our voices were. "The name's Reno."
"Mine's Axel. A-X-E-L, got it memorized?" I smirked, and he returned it.
"I never realized I had a fan. Next time you try and imitate your idol, at least get it right." Reno joked.
"Imitate you? I think it's the other way around." I laughed, secretly hoping that that fact I was on my fourth shot would disguise my lame come-back.
"You're right, actually." Reno shrugged. "Not about imitating you, yo. But no one could look so alike and have the same voice on purpose. Besides, I don't think anyone want to have a bloody birds nest for a hairstyle." Reno smirked.
"Hey watch it; I might take that as a challenge." I laughed.
"Maybe it is." Reno grinned. I scooted away.
"Hey, I don't swing that way. No heart makes for limited sexual romance." I grinned, a bit nervous, but I'd never let him know that. Reno tilted his head.
"'No heart'? What'cha mean by that, yo?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
I finished my shot and pulled out some money. Putting a little extra down for the bar girl, I stood up to leave, but Reno stopped me. "Where are you going, yo? You never answered my question."
"It's not important. Look, I got somewhere to be." I mumbled, shouldering past him.
"Don't just walk away from me!" Reno cried, but I ignored him.
"Not to be rude, but looking in a mirror gets boring after a while, got it memorized." I called. Reno followed me out, leaving his bar buddy to pay the bill. "What are you, a stalker?" I grumbled to myself. I quickened my pace, trying to outdistance the guy. I swerved down an alley, almost immediately tripping over something. As I grabbed the offending object, I discovered it was a two sided mirror. There was some kind of inscription on the bottom in text I didn't understand. "Pfft, what a piece of junk." I scoffed, tossing it back on the ground, moving on. I didn't even notice my reflection never left the mirror, or the fact it shifted to the other side.
Reno headed down the alley after me, calling my name. Every time I sped up, he matched his pace. He ran right past the mirror, but not before it caught his reflection as well.
Finally I turned to confront him. "What do you WANT?" I snarled, but the Turk didn't bat an eye.
"I just came to tell you that you can't use whatever money you used back there. We use Gil. I paid your tab for you." Reno dropped my munny back into my palm.
"Oh…uh…Hearts, man, you didn't have to do that." I mumbled, then I hardened. "I can take care of myself, ok? You think I need a complete stranger watching after me?" I shoved him. "Nobodies take care of themselves." I stormed off, ignoring Reno's cries of protest.
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The mirror began to whir faintly, the two mirrors spinning and spinning, until Axel's and Reno's reflection's seemed to unite, then separate again. The text on the bottom began to glow and a low voice rasped "When two of blood will spill the brew, may the glass reflect on you."
Please Review. Free virtual cookie to whoever guesses who Reno's drinking buddy is! It's not Rude for once. I apologize for any OOC read here, do NOT interpret as yaoi.