The pillar that supports me

Summary: what would Reno do without his letters?

A/N: Yes, what would Reno do without them? This is a more humorous (hopefully) fic centered around Reno which will progress into a more serious theme. I'm planning to turn this into something of a self-discovery fic later on, y'know how they say that loneliness and solitude can teach you so much about yourself and how people are afraid of it, blah blah blah. Again, inspired by (of all things) an internet forward:D And, this is rare, I intend to make this into a longer, multi-chaptered fic, so this one WILL be updated, but maybe not too soon because of school, grad, trips and martial arts (no lies!). Anyway, read on!

Oh, and sorry for the short introductory chapter. I think I'm going to lengthen the chapters later on. Have most of this planned out anyway :)

Title: The pillar that supports me

Author: SniperR

Chapter 1: Toenails, letters and marriage (babies included! Great deal!)

It's funny how such an insignificant piece of paper can bring such joy.

Well, it's not the paper that makes me happy, it's the words written on the paper. The words of a true friend who just writes to write and know how you are, not any of that fake wishy –washy crap you see a lot on TV.

Yeah, I guess I could say I really like his letters. But it's been like this since we came up with the idea, and I suppose we came up with it in a funny way too. I remember us getting drunk off our asses and promising to write to each other because we were worried we'd somehow end up loosing our toes (don't ask, please, just … don't ask). Funny, I don't remember much of anything after that, but boy was I surprised when I came to my hotel room in the middle of a four-week assignment to find a letter had been unceremoniously stuffed under my door.

Still, it made me feel supported to know that a fellow Turk who understood my problems and such would show that kind of support when I was that far away. After all, you can't really know what it's like to be a Turk unless you are one. It's just one of those things that can't be explained, ya know? It's like… trying to explain to someone over the phone how to tie a knot, it just can't be done.

Well, this is what he wrote back to me. Oh yeah, might as well say that I'm on this assignment to the north crater. After Kadaj and his gang disappeared, Rufus wanted to make absolutely sure there where no traces of Jenova or Sephiroth left. Why didn't he just nuke the place? I dunno, might have been simpler… Oh yeah, radiation and junk.

Ahem.

Hey Reno.

When are you coming back? The place is way too lonely without you. I asked Tseng earlier if it was really necessary for you to stay there that long, but he said no. Watch yourself, I think they might have sent you up there as bait in case something remained.

Well, duh.

By the way, I found out why Elena had to take a vacation. Turns out she's having a baby. Shocking?

WTF!

Well there's more. Her and Tsung are getting married. I know what you're thinking, and I also thought it was against regulations. Seems Rufus was willing to make an exception because Tsung's our leader. He called it "modernization". I call it favoritism. Well, I'm happy for them nonetheless. What about you?

Write back,

Rude

P.S. How are you?

Holy chocobo-shit! They're getting married? Elena's pregnant! Man, I can just picture her at nine months too, what a time to have a camera, hehe. She's gonna kill me.

That's just like Rude to leave the usual first line for last. Must have forgotten about it again. I don't mind. I'd rather have a nice, short, to the point letter like his than a long, drawn out fake letter.

Anyway, I look at the clock and remember I'm supposed to go check the Mako readings in the crater again for suspicious variations. I'll have to do this at least another 56 times in the next too weeks. Man, it gets lonely up here by yourself. That's why I like his letters so much I guess. Believe me, a game boy can only keep you entertained for so long. Besides that there's only killing monsters, watching the puffs of smoke, watch satellite TV (horrible reception), sleep, eat and jack off. Ok, ok, so the latter isn't really a pastime… But when you're bored-

Suddenly, there's a crash that rocks the entire chopper. I know this thing in made to withstand punishment, but come on!

Dammit! Those stupid monsters are back! Why the hell did Tsung send me here alone? I swear he's got it in for me or something… why else would he risk a member of his party just for some damned readings? It was probably Rufus' choice anyway, the guy's been looking at me weirdly lately.

Whatever, time to go outside and kick some ass.

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Go me :)

I think I would be crazy too; alone for two whole weeks! ;) Oh boy, starting to look something like a diary too… ugh.

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