Ex Shinra for hire.
This story is the result of reading too many Weiss Kreus fics in one sitting. In spite of it being a FF7 fic! Sorry. I'm twisted. Oh, and this takes place AFTER the game, so it may be quite a spoiler-fest!! Plus, it's yaoi! I LOVE yaoi, and you can't change that! And please note, I own FF7, and all it's material!!
Enjoy!
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Reno had long ago decided, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that him going on vacation was directly responsible for him being attacked by psycho, overly huge sword wielding, rampant jenova clones. So, rather than take a nice, calm, relaxing vacation on the beach with Elena, Rude, Tseng 2 (ah, the joy of cloning!), and Reeve, he was currently in downtown Midgar, contemplating buying a nice suit by Y.Kudo and Schuldig. Something nice and slutty… After all, today was a special day!
Why was it so special? Well, today was the one year anniversary of the death of his former employer, Rufas Shinra! Ding dong, the prick was dead! And Reno had been living it up ever since.
Sure, he could have left the mako-choked city of Midgar, perhaps retiring in a warmer, fresher climate. But Reno was a man of the city! And the earthly delights of the red-light district were simply too good to give up. Making Reno leave the city would be like trying to make him give up smoking. Or drinking. Or both! It simply couldn't be done!
Reno smiled, and chewed on his unlit cigarette. Though a nice vest and leather pants was tempting, something across the street caught his attention. A preppy store, for certain, but in the widow was a beautiful suit…
It was pure, shining white, with silver and pearl clasps. It looked comfortable… It was rather cheap… It was perfect! An absolute mockery of Rufas' usual white attire! He MUST make it his!
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Less than half a block away, another person was making a life altering decision as well.
Vincent pointed at the tiny shell. The man with the cheap hair cut lifted said shell.
"Ohh! Too bad. Still haven't gotten it! Wanna try again?" He smiled oily.
Vincent glared at him. He glared at the anti-aircraft rifle behind him. He glared at his wallet. His EMPTY wallet. "…"
"What? No money? Then get lost!"
Vincent sighed, and walked away. He really wanted that gun... But with no money left, all he could do was STEAL it. And though he wasn't a friendly person by nature, saving the world somewhat changed a persons moral standing on theft. So he simply sulked, hands in his pockets, as he headed back towards the hotel room he'd rented. Sometimes, his life sucked. Other times, it REALLY sucked. This was one of those times. He was broke, in a big city, and he'd only rented the room for the rest of the day… He had nowhere to spend the night, and had no money… And on top of that…
***
Reno looked up, and a drop of water splashed him on the nose. Great. It was raining.
So much for it being a perfect day…
***
Vincent sighed, huddling under his cloak. It was pouring by now, and he was soaked head to toe in muddy water. He was sitting by the road side, looking for all the world like a wet kitten. His claw had seized up from being wet all day, and he couldn't open it at all. So he was leaning against the wall behind him, trying to keep his cloak above him with one hand.
He glared as another car raced past, splashing him. But it wasn't like it could get any worse for him. He was as wet as he could get, without actually going for a swim in the flooded gutters. A large truck sped past, soaking him further.
So much for that…
He sighed. He was miserable… WHY had he left Cloud and the others?! He'd never been cold and wet when he was with them… never ran out of money… So why… Oh yeah. He'd been kicked out. Rejected. Refused by the entire group… Why? Because he was a freak. An Ex-Turk. Lower than scum… THAT was why he was currently sitting in an ally, soaked to the bone, with no money, and no weapons… Life REALLY sucked today…
***
Reno sighed. Stupid rain… Now he was wet. At least he'd changed back into his usual clothes, so his new suit wouldn't be ruined. Though he'd begged the owners of the shop so he could use the change-rooms.
He ran down the street, carefully avoiding puddles, but wasn't paying enough attention to OTHER obstacles, and tripped over a bundle of red wool and leather-clad limbs.
"Oww!! Sonova… Watch where I'm going!" He cursed, and smacked the pile of rags.
"I-I'm sorry… I didn't see anyone coming… sorry…" The bundle apologized.
"Yeah, whatever…" Reno looked up, and came face to face with a pair of blood red eyes, and fangs.
"Gah!! Avalanche!!"
"Yah!! Shinra!!"
Both backed away from each other, realizing who they were.
Silence had it's 10 seconds of reign.
Vincent looked at the ex-Turk.
Reno looked at the ex-vigilante.
When neither made a move to grab their weapon, so Reno got up, brushing some of the dirt from his pants in vain. "whatever… I don't have time to sit here, talking to you. It's pouring, and I wanna get home, and dry."
"…" Vincent sat back against the wall, his claw groaning in protest as he tried to pull his cloak back over his head.
Reno looked down at the soaked ex-Avalanche, and sighed. "Look… I have an apartment not far from here… If you have nowhere else to go…"
Vincent looked up at him, his bangs plastering themselves against his face from the rain. "… Why? Why should I go anywhere with you? What could you want with a freak like me?" He looked away, shoving the wet hair out of his eyes. "I'm not even in Avalanche anymore. I'm just a red-eyed monster…"
"I was just offering. Yeesh. No need to get all depressed on me." Reno looked away as well, to the glowing neon weapon shop across the road. ~I need to get my weapon charged, don't I?~ He thought idly. "Listen. I'm gonna go across the street and charge my shock-stick. If you're still here when I'm done, I'm dragging your soggy ass home with me. No arguments." Without even waiting for a response, he dashed across the street and into the shop.
***
By the time Reno got out of the weapon shop, he'd expected Vincent to be gone. He didn't, however, expect to see Vincent asleep next to the entrance of the weapon shop he'd just been in.
The vampire-like ex-hero was slumped against the cold concrete wall, his cloak pulled high over his head. Though asleep, he was clearly shaking from the cold. Reno couldn't help but feel bad for him.
"Well… I suppose I can't just leave him here…"
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K. Dragonic: Ha!! A new story is under way!! And about time, too!!
Nagi: But I'm not in this one!!
K. Dragonic: No, Nagi, you aren't. Sorry, pet, maybe next time.
Nagi: But! You said you're going to do a YuGiOh fanfic next!!
K. Dragonic: …. ANYWAY… Reviews are welcome, and flames are a good source of laughter! Both are welcome!
