AN: Having been reminded of the brilliance of the song Stylo by the Gorillaz (see that video, seriously) I finally got the song on my ipod. Realising it mentioned Mako in the lyrics, this story sort of span out from there.
I'm also on a bit of a Scareeve kick and this is in part thanks to Drakonlily ^^. Whilst this chapter is short and a bit abrupt, the story will develop, so please read on! Thanks.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Final Fantasy VII.
Love, electricity, shock wave central.
Reeve, for all his pragmatic preparations, had not anticipated anything like this.
He had been a child with his head in the clouds - mercurially inclined and distantly connected to anything like real emotion - that his growth into a young man, with all those unfortunate accompanying hormonal developments, had somewhat electrified his system.
When he first met Scarlet however he swift realised, up to that point, all he had been experiencing was something merely akin to mild static.
The woman was smart, unafraid, engaging, passionate, and so very… (Reeve could hardly deny it when almost everybody else was saying something similar)… damnably pleasing to look at.
The air crackled between them during the lecture hall debates, the ones in which everyone else fell away into the background and all he could focus upon was the topic in hand or the way her blues eyes seemed to flicker with energy as she channelled every inch of her considerable intellect into countering his own.
His insides spark jumped treacherously every time they touched, the clumsy encounters, the seemingly careless brushes; those occasions that became so much more frequent and so very less easy to dismiss as accident alone.
When Scarlet finally, with an almost feral smile, leaned over the table to kiss him, the full shock of realisation pulsed straight to his core. At the time Reeve could have sworn the force of that entirely alien feeling... nigh on short-circuited his brain.