XP: Hello! I'm new in this fandom. Please guide me along! As a fan of final fantasy, I've read many fanfics, played crisis core, FFVII, dissidia, etc! :D I'm a huge fan of Reno, and have seen a couple of good fics around. In fact, I like various pairings of RenoXSephiroth, RenoXGenesis, RenoXRufus, RenoXVincent... haha! Thus I came up with this idea. Everyone loves Reno :'D
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**Chapter I: Sephiroth**
The General was just returning from a mission when he noticed something in front of the Shinra building. A lump of something very red and black, with a thick, dark pool of what smelt like blood. Morbid curiosity peaked, his cat-like eyes took in a closer look. It seemed to be one of those Turks, with their black suits. The man was lying face down, long vibrant red hair the colour of the pooling blood haphazardly thrown about, one arm stretched out in front of him as though he had crawled here half to death. Sephiroth briefly wondered if the man was dead.
The Turk's uniform was ripped in several places as though he had been in a rough tussle, and there were what seemed like multiple cut wounds and stab wounds. The General was impressed that he made it so far alone from wherever he came from. Feeling charitable for the day, the general went over to turn the man over. His white button-up shirt could hardly be called white anymore, covered in dirt and blood. The very pale face half covered by blood and red hair shocked the General, how much blood loss had he suffered?
Pale lips shuddered to take in a breath, dispersing the thoughts that the man should be already dead. Pale, dull blue eyes flitted open and closed weakly. The General picked the man up uncharacteristically gently, afraid that the scrawny, fragile man in his arms might just break. He was really light and thin... The General frowned as he carried him up in the bridal position, moving into the building. The confused blue eyes looked up at him as though unable to recognize him, blinking blearily. The weak mouth opened and closed, and Sephiroth hushed him gently.
"Conserve your strength," Sephiroth whispered in his deep baritone voice. "I'll bring you to the labs. You look like death, and will probably be soon."
"Ngh..." The thin man moaned, lifting a weak hand to grasp at the front of Sephiroth's SOLDIER uniform. "No..." Desperate blue eyes struggled to keep open. "I'm o-ok."
Sephiroth paused at the elevator, and entered it, finger hovering above the basement button where the labs were. The man was obviously not alright.
"Please..."
Sephiroth pressed the button for his own suite instead. He looked down to see the man passed out, though one bony hand still clung on loosely to him. The man's face twisted in obvious pain and agony, and Sephiroth found the body in his arm feverishly warm. Concerned, he brushed a hand across a burning hot forehead, sweeping away stray strands of hair. The man seemed to lean into the touch, muttering intelligibly as his features relaxed. Eyes softening, Sephiroth moved to cup a warm cheek, and the small man sighed in contentment.
Sephiroth laid the weak man on his soft bed, ignoring the bloodstains that went onto everything. The man groaned from the loss of the comforting contact and coolness. He rushed to rummage through a cupboard, taking out a mastered cure materia. He held it above the man, whispering the incantation and watched the soft glow that erased the wounds and caused the knit eyebrows to relax, and relaxed himself. He hadn't even realised that he had tensed and held his breath in his worry for the man.
Deep in his thoughts, Sephiroth didn't notice the hand until it latched onto his hair, tugging at it insistently. Frowning, Sephiroth tried to removed the fingers one by one, but the man was rather adamant about it. Sephiroth would have killed anyone who did that. Not that anyone dared to do it of course, but he had just saved the man, and it would be redundant to kill him. Plus, he supposed he could give the man the benefit of the doubt.
"No H-Hojo..." The man whimpered.
Ah. That, Sephiroth could understand. No wonder the Turk didn't want to go to the labs.
Sephiroth peeled off the dirty and blood-sodden clothes off of the Turk, and an identity card slid out. It was a hard task as his hair was still caught by the dependant creature he brought home. He looked at the picture of the cocky man, and was surprised. The vulnerable, child-like man in his bed looked nothing like the mischievous, smiling Turk in the picture. He next looked at the name.
Reno.
It was just Reno, no surname or anything.
For once, Sephiroth's curiosity for a person was peaked. He wanted to know about this man's past.
"D-Don't go..." Reno called out in a heartbroken voice.
Sephiroth's own heart twinged, as the hand in his hair pulled tighter, causing him to fall on the bed. He supposed he had no other choice anyhow, he mused. He laid down next to Reno, and watched him instantly shift closer, as if craving for human contact and assurance. Reno actually threw one leg around him as though to trap him there, to make sure he didn't leave, and a satisfied smile crossed his face once he snuggled in under Sephiroth's chin. The hand grasping his hair was still closed around silver strands, Sephiroth noted with amusement as Reno purred in satisfaction and comfort.
"Mine," Reno growled, actually biting onto Sephiroth's collarbone.
Sephiroth flinched in shock but couldn't help but burst out in laughter at Reno's strangeness.
"Mm," Reno hummed in satisfaction, settling down again with a innocent smile.
Sephiroth gave an exasperated smile himself, and swept the red bangs from Reno's face when Reno's nose twitched due to his unruly hair. He was adorable. And Sephiroth was quickly getting attached to him like one would to a stray cat.
**Well isn't that just adorable :D**
***Next morning***
"Ugh..."
Reno blinked into existence again. He looked up at a white ceiling in confusion. He remembered barely succeeding in the mission, retrieving the thumbdrive full of information that a Shinra traitor stole to give to anti-Shinra groups. He had been cornered in an alley with men armed with knives, and he had fought as well as he could, before he saw he could not win and ran as best as he could, and... and then what? Reno frowned. He had been bleeding and trying to outrun them, going in circles to mislead them, and he remembered he had barely made it to the Shinra building and fell onto the ground. He had dropped both his PHS and electro-magrod...
He shifted, hmm, the bed was really comfortable... Wait.
Wait.
He wasn't at the labs, the hospital, his own house, or the other Turks' houses, where exactly was he?
Reno sat up with a start to find his ruined clothes a bloody heap on the floor, and he was all alone in an luxurious room, in a silken and soft bed only dressed in his underwear. Reno gulped. He moved to get down the bed, but when his toes touched the floor, he winced from the coldness. Looking around, he found a pair of boots which were slightly too large but would do. He slid them on in glee.
It was comfortable.
Reno moved to the cupboard, opening it to see it chock-full of General Sephiroth's uniform...
Oh.
OH!
That was where he was, in the General's room. Nervously, but with a grin nonetheless, Reno retrieved a set and wore it. He looked like he was drowning in it, since it was sloppy and loose on him, unlike the majesty the General would have showed. But Reno smirked, he could only imagine people's faces when he strut around in it. He rummaged around his old pants for the thumbdrive, before throwing his ruined clothes out the window.
Because he can, and he was lazy.
He checked himself out in the mirror. Hah, he was like the red-haired, scrawny, bad and phony version of the General. Reno giggled in amusement as he left the room, freezing when he saw the General cooking breakfast. The General turned around, his emotionless mask and hard stare in place, before he snorted in humor and turned away. The sight of Reno in his clothes was strangely cute, like a little boy trying to wear his Father's clothes.
"Morning," Reno ventured confidently despite being caught in the act, masking his fear easily. "Are you cooking for me as well?" He asked audaciously.
To both of their utter surprises, Sephiroth laughed. He was unused to such insubordination, but he didn't view Reno as just a Turk or a SOLDIER. Reno had become something strange. Yes, Sephiroth found Reno to be like a cat. Cute, but armed with claws, and affectionate, but pretending to be independent and haughty. Reno's eyes lighted up at the sound of it. It was a nice, deep, rumbling laugh. And it also meant he was a welcome guest.
Sephiroth laid down two plates of pancakes, which Reno cheered at, rushing to grab his seat and devouring the food like he hadn't eaten for days. He squeezed copious amounts of the sweet maple syrup and drowned the pancakes, greedily stuffing them into his mouth in large bites.
"MOAR!" Reno demanded with his mouth stuffed, and Sephiroth slid his plate to Reno.
"...Ya sure?" Reno paused with both hands in the hair, holding onto his fork and knife. Wide eyes and full cheeks made an adorable combination and Reno looked like a hamster. Sephiroth chuckled at the sight. Hesitance soon turned to embarrassment as his stomach growled, and Reno flushed lightly.
"Take it," Sephiroth said gently, watching Reno like one would watch a kitten lap at milk hungrily.
"Yay!" Reno cheered, proceeding to stuff his face.
Satiated, Reno leaned back and rubbed his tummy. "So, um," Reno began awkwardly, fiddling with his ponytail. "Thanks a lot for last night and all. I was sure I was going to die."
"You're welcome," Sephiroth said curtly.
Reno peeked at Sephiroth, then looked down when he felt uncomfortable under the General's intense green eyes. "And, I guess you're not like the rumors said. You're real nice, yo. And, I should apologize for troubling ya."
"No," Sephiroth murmured. "You can trouble me anytime."
The mischievous spark from Reno's picture appeared, as though he had been waiting for this exact moment. "Ya said so!" Reno pointed smugly at the General. "You can't stab me with your longass sword if I annoy you!"
Sephiroth chuckled again. "So, what rumors?"
Reno blinked, and looked upwards, thinking. "Hmmm... Well, there was that one about ya killing your lovers and removing all traces, that's why no one ever saw ya with anyone." Reno got attracted by the bundle of chocolate in a basket, and started to reach for it. "And then there was the one about you killing all the SOLDIERS coz they talked too much on one mission. And people were saying how you're a robot who couldn't smile." Reno pulled the basket right in front of him, and started to dig in without any reserve, unwrapping the chocolates and plopping them into his mouth. "Mm. And then there was the time when ya stabbed Zack coz he tried to braid ya hair."
"Only the last one is true," Sephiroth mused.
"I figured," Reno grinned. "Can I have this?"
"Go ahead, I don't eat those," Sephiroth smiled as Reno cheered again, hogging the basket.
"Well, I have to go hand in the thumbdrive now, top priority and all," Reno beamed. "Thanks again for everything Sephy!"
Reno laughed at Sephiroth's stunned face and fled the suite.
Clack, clack, clack...
Reno did indeed strut around with an infuriating smirk in Sephiroth's uniform -as well as his boots- swinging his chocolate basket as he went, with his long red locks of hair flowing behind him, making people do a double take. For one, it was red hair instead of silver, a slender man instead of a muscular one, equipped with a chocolate basket instead of a long masamune. Reno slammed open the door to Tseng's office.
"Bossman!" Reno chirped happily.
"Reno. I thought something happened to you, I was just planning to send Rude-" Tseng looked up from his paper work and openly gaped. Reno merely laughed like a hyena.
"Reno, why are you dressed in the General's clothes?" Tseng asked calmly, while his eyes were still as round as saucers.
Rude entered at that moment, and his sunglasses slid down his nose in shock. Reno laughed all the harder, tears springing up into his eyes. "THAT was exactly how the General looked!" Reno pointed at Rude in hysterics.
"GO CHANGE, RENO!" Tseng barked, losing his composure. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gods, here I was worrying about your life and death, and you're fooling around like always. I don't even want to know how you got those clothes, but if the General comes, I'll let him hunt you down."
"Aww, Tsengy, ya were worried about me?" Reno cooed, sliding the thumbdrive across the desk.
"RENO!"
"Alright, alright, chill," Reno held up his hands placatingly, backing off. "Don't burst a blood vessel, Boss."
Reno sauntered off, and the remaining two men exchanged exasperated looks.
***End of Chapter I***
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