I finally decided to write my very first fan-fic. Hope you like…oh, and I don't own and of these characters…Square does.
Chance meeting
Dim lighting and heavy smoking dominated the atmosphere inside of Raul's bar. Quarter of eight had finally graced the clock above, drawing the usual Friday night crowd into their safe - haven. Street thugs, drug dealers, and well established gang members often frequented this establishment, usually resulting in a fatality of two before the night came to a close. It was the perfect get away for a slum rat like myself. I sat in my usual corner in complete silence, staring impassively at the table through my half empty beer bottle grasped tightly in my hand. How my life had come to this, one could only wonder.
I had been born into a typical slum rat family - my mother had been an avid whore and drug addict her entire life. My father had quickly established himself as the second largest drug dealer in the slums. He came home often, narcotics racing furiously throughout his veins. That's when the beatings began. At first I gave into his dominance, felling the wrath of his fist every night. Mom was often out on the couch, the needle she used still hanging loosing from her forearm. By the age of sixteen I had enough of father's nonsense and began to fight back. There had been one night where I had beaten his to the point of near death. I could never deliver that finishing blow; regardless of the beatings he delivered onto me, I still considered him my father. Then, six months after my sixteenth birthday, I arrived home to find that my mother had finally overdosed on Morphine. My father had come home to find me cradling my mother's body in my arms. Overwhelmed by sheer emotion and a considerable amount of drugs in his system, he proceeded to grab his pistol, place it against his temple, and pull the trigger.
From that moment on, I had been on my own. I quickly learned the way of life in the slums - it was shoot first and ask questions later; your basic anything to survive method. My outlook on life had started to earn me a valuable reputation on the streets; people had begun to fear me and I took pride in my stature.
"Hey, kid, you're in our seat." The unexpected voice had abruptly disrupted my train of thought. The tremendous surge of emotion from reflecting back on my childhood had begun to surface, nearly making it impossible to deal with any of the Friday night regulars.
"I don't see your fucking name on it." I spat back, continuing to concentrate on the dwindling brew in my hand. God, I didn't want to fight tonight -not after my third beer. Regardless, I wasn't about to back down.
"You're either incredibly confident or incredibly stupid." It was the evident hint of sarcasm in his voice that finally drew my attention away from the table and onto the man who had more than exceeded his welcome.
He was leaning lazily on my table, his red hair flopping chaotically over his pale skinned face, clearly amused at my threat. It was the blue suit I immediately took notice to. Blue suits meant trouble. Nobody in Midgar knew what position they held within Shin-ra headquarters but everybody knew they weren't good news; a majority of society was scared to even whisper their names. When you saw then, you ran - it was just the way it was; nobody dared question it.
Behind the redhead, I assumed was his partner, and complete opposite. He was easily three times the size of the redhead. He seemed quiet, professional. Designer shades covered his eyes, his blue suit tucked in neatly, unlike the redhead who looked like he had slept in his for a week. The big guy was a professional, no doubt about it. If it hadn't been for the redhead, I might had actually been intimidated.
"Can't you find another seat?" I hesitantly questioned as the redhead motioned for a round of beers. "I'm not exactly in the mood to be screwed with tonight, regardless of who you are."
"Whoa…rough day at work?" The redhead questioned, flopping sluggishly on the seat beside me. His partner took a seat on the opposite side on the table, glaring menacingly at his partner though his shades.
"You could say that." I replied with a counterfeit smile. The truth was I didn't have a job; nobody wanted to hire a slum rat. In my entire eighteen years of existence I had only acquired two jobs. In both cases, I had been fired for stealing food out of the store. When you're sixteen an haven't had a bite to eat in days you were pretty much left with no choice.
The redhead seemed to be mentally undressing the waitress as she delivered our beers to the table. "Thanks honey." he stated, gently tapping her on the ass as she walked away, clearly unappreciated of the redhead's antics.
"What do you thing Rude? She's pretty hot, yo?" Rude simply shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to open his beer. Quickly loosing interest in the waitress, his turned his attention to me. "So, where you from?"
"The Slums sir." I grudgingly stated.
"Though break kid. Oh, and none of this 'sir' crap. The name's Reno. There over there's Rude." Rude gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.
"The name's Dawn. It's a pleasure to meet you…I think."
Reno let out a diminutive laugh. "We're not on the clock so you have nothing to worry about. Here - drink up." and with that he pushed me my third beer of the evening. It was then I realized I was in for a long night…
Chapter one done! Love it? Hate it? Review me and let me know!
