I figured I would put this up to see the type of feedback that I get. It's more of a dive into the real plot of it because I can already tell that I'm going to make this heavier than what it seems. I want to anyway. It's to set up for when our dear favorite pyro comes in next chapter, that is if enough people like it, i'll put it up. Creative feedback would be lovely but I won't be too picky if I get it at all. :3
Summary: Reno's life is beyond messed up. But when he wishes upon a star for someone to understand, he gets more than he bargained for. And there are people that want to destroy what he's granted.*
Coupling: Reno/Axel - Rufus/Tseng - Rude/Tifa - (hinted) Cloud/Zack
Stargazer
Chapter 1: Wish Upon a Star
"You have no idea what you've done Reno! You've put the company back by at least a minimum of four months. I'm going to have to suspend you from work."
Dark eyes gaze at me before he turns away, dragging his hand over his face. The back of that perfect black suit stares me in the face, proving that I've really screwed up this time. His short raven hair pulled back into a band, where not one is falling out of place. Perfect.
The door slams and I can't help but think that I wish I was Tseng. He's got a life, a companion, which happens to be our boss Rufus, and happiness. Along with stacks of papers to fill out now, thanks to me.
All I did was try to show that I do have brains. I thought I had met an Ancient. Something no one has seen since Aerith and it blew up in my face when I went back to bring the girl in and she had been murdered. Rufus and Tseng were humiliated when they had pitched it to the rest of the company after spending weeks on the subject only to be shot down.
Thanks to this group of people killing all the ones that claim to have Ancient lineage or are Ancients. Which means I'm temporarily out of a job.
Standing from my seat, I leave the conference room and make my way to the front door of this hell hole. As I pass through the main floor, Rude calls out to me but I keep walking. I can't stay here any longer. Not when I feel so underneath all these people that came here. I bet no one even remembers the one day that should be mine.
As I make my way down the street I can't help but feel lonely and degraded beyond return. I have no one to be mine and no friends. One of the many downside(s) to being a Turk...not many real friends. Not that Rude is not. But he'll stick by the job before me.
Stepping into my room of my tiny two bed one bath house, the quiet seems to break me down bit by bit. I ignore the blinking light on the caller-ID and keep going to the bedroom. I throw my suit into the bottom of my closet and pull on simple gray pajama pants with dark gray stars in them, worn out so much they're almost not there. I pull the band from my hair and let my long crimson tresses cascade around my bare torso. I move to the window and pull the curtains back to cling to the hook on the wall. The stars litter the midnight sky beyond my slightly dirty window. The brightest one of all catches my eye. "I wish there was someone who understands." Just as the words leave my lips subconsciously, the star darts across the sky. A shooting star.
As I curl up in my sheets, I let the tears roll down my cheeks and hit the pillow. Digging my face deeper into the fabric of it. The sobs rack my body against my hands as they clutch at my head, begging myself to not be so weak, even if there's no one to see me. Weariness claws at me but the sorrow grabs stronger, wanting me to bath in this agony.
Happy 21st friggin birthday to me...