A "Relena" Fanfic. Probably Bad. You've been warned.
Note: I started this shortly after reading the hilarious "Turk Moments" by SapphireXSerpent. I'd like to thank too many to name, so I won't bother.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Final Fantasy VII, or any of the characters within it. But I have created a person. She's later on. (You'll know who she is.)
A red-haired man sighed dramatically, barely missing the car ahead. The blonde woman next to him scolded him crossly.
"Reno! Keep your damn eyes on the road, you idiot." She flung her hair over her right shoulder and began braiding. It quickly fell into place, familiar with the position the woman was putting it in.
It was still early in the morning, and Reno was driving- something he rarely did -Elena to her hometown for a visit. He grumbled under his breath, having skipped his usual mug of coffee today. Rude was in the back seat, still snoring softly.
"RENO!" Elena screamed, clutching her armrests.
Looking up, the man quickly swerved. "Maybe you should drive, then," he mused, seemingly unconcerned by their near miss.
All three of them were dressed in black suits, but Reno was the only one without a tie. His jacket hung limply over his shoulders, opened to expose a white, slightly wrinkled, shirt. Rude had his sunglasses on, as usual. Elena sighed, wondering how he managed to keep those things in one piece. And Reno's "shades"- as he so "smoothly" put it –were pushed up sloppily into his bangs. She didn't even bother to wear the blasted things.
The only Turk who had decided to stay at work, was Tseng. He'd insisted on staying with the president- who was still recovering –and was now stuck filing all three of the other Turks' reports.
"Hey Elena?" Reno whispered, glancing ever so slightly at the female.
"Yeeeeees?" She asked, the road demanding attention (she had to make up for Reno's stubborn lack.).
The man grinned, still watching her. "What, exactly, were you planning on doing there when we got…there?" he finished lamely, overusing the word "there".
Finally, she looked his way. Elena raised an eyebrow. "Erm…Why?"
"Oh. Uh…Nothing." He swiftly snapped his thoughts to the road ahead.
"Stooooop…NOW!" The woman shouted, hitting the dashboard.
Obediently, Reno brought the car to a halt. He looked out the window and his eyebrows shot up immediately. They were in one of the last places he'd expected them to be- a schoolyard playground.
Elena jumped out and walked over to it. Reno could see the look of joy on her face. "She must've been educated here…" he muttered, poking Rude in the ribs.
The other man grunted, still half-asleep. "We stop yet…?" he asked sleepily, slowly sitting up. Reno nodded.
Meanwhile, the female Turk was running around, trying out the monkey bars- which she jumped off halfway through -going down the slide, then finally sitting on the swings.
"Reno!" he heard her call as he was about to get back into the car. He turned back around and eyed her warily. What'd he do wrong this time?
"Reno!" she giggled, still sitting on that swing. "Come push me!"
A smile crept along Reno's face. "Sure." He walked over and began to push on her back as she pumped her legs, trying to get Elena high into the air.
Rude watched his fellow Turks with interest. They both had absolute glee written across their features. He sighed and stood by the car, silent as usual.
Later, with Reno and Elena red faced but content, the three rented a hotel. Of course, Elena paid. This was her hometown, and she knew the others were practically broke.
They each got their own rooms, the boys' only slightly danker than Elena's. They didn't complain, though.
"As long as it has TV and an espresso machine," Reno announced. "I'm happy."
He got one out of two. No coffee waited for him in his space. Which, of course, he grumbled about the whole night.