Disclaimer: I really make up most stuff that involves the Turks, because I don't know much about them.
A/N: Random short thing done purely out of boredom.
Stained
When Reno walked into the office with a black eye, no one paid any mind.
He'd done it a thousand times before, so why make a big deal of it now? Reno had a habit of coming in to work injured (he seemed to do it most often, even though it happened to all of the Turks at some time or another). Usually, it was because of how reckless he was on missions, although the fact that he got into fights with everyone played into his injuries often enough.
"I will never understand women," he proclaimed as he walked into the Turks' morning briefing. It was the first time any of them had seen him after his latest mission, which didn't involve women in the slightest. No one really knew what he was talking about. As usual, Reno wasn't dressed in-uniform, wearing only his white shirt (halfway unbuttoned, at that), black pants, and, as always, combat boots.
"I fail to see how this pertains to your debriefing," Tseng said. He didn't really want a full recounting of Reno's mission, especially considering he could read the mission reports himself.
"This," Reno said, pointing to his black eye, "did not come from the dangerous criminal who attempted to assassinate Rufus Shinra."
Elena turned her pink coffee mug in her hands as she watched him curiously. "I take it you got hit by a girl? Wouldn't be the first time."
"You should know, you're usually the one hitting me."
"You always deserve it."
"Well, anyway." Reno kicked his chair back and rested his feet on the table, ignoring Tseng cringing at his actions. "Some chick did hit me in the face."
"Were you flirting?"
Oh, so he'd gotten Rude curious. A wide smirk spread across Reno's face. "No, of course not. I was just asking directions, actually." He was starting to get a little angry just thinking about it. "And she screamed and then hit me! I wasn't expecting it. Because if I was, she wouldn't have landed a hit, of course."
"Of course," Tseng repeated, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I don't see what her problem was," Reno said nonchalantly.
"Probably you," Elena replied. "This was right after your mission?" Reno nodded. "And didn't you just take your EMR, no guns or anything?" Another nod. "And you killed him?"
A look of comprehension slid onto Reno's face at her words. "Oh… I was probably covered in blood," he realized, wrinkling his nose. "Ew, I bet I looked nasty."
"Yeah, that's probably why she hit you."