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Reno Meet the Glass door. Glass Door enjoy tormenting Reno.

Cissnei felt a disturbance in the tranquility of Midgar the minute she stepped out of the Shinra building and took two steps into the crowded square before her; her ninja Turk skills tingling, like she was being watched, no, hunted, by some unseen predator. Then her mind rang back to the meeting they'd just had, and to a certain missing spiky, red haired Turk and her intuition buzzed. Without a second thought she speed dialled her irritating colleague.

"Reno, what are you doing?" she asked with an eye brow raised, her eye's still scanning the square.

"Hi Cissnei," his voice seemed guarded and cautious, and ever so slightly mischievous.

"Don't do whatever you're about to-" Her own loud scream cut off her warning, as Cissnei was pelted by a vile rubber implement of torture: the feared water balloon. The first one hit her hard in the face, and immediately ruined her hair and clothes. Rubbing ice cold water out of her eyes, Cissnei spotted her tormentor and was forced to retreat back into the Shinra building before another balloon could hit her.

"Cissnei what-" she ignored Zack's half spoken question and bolted down the hallway. Even the Shinra building wasn't safe ground when Reno was feeling bored, and so she ran down the marble of the main lobby, dragging Zack with her.

"Reno," was her only word of explanation, one which the soldier understood well, and he indicated that she should head down to the training area, while he tried to dispatch Reno. With a swift nod, she made a sharp left and hurried past the confused looking employees to hide.

"Hey Reno, whatchya doing?" Zack asked casually, praying that he wouldn't be the next target of Reno's wrath. A balloon to Zack's face cleared Reno's path, and left Zack cursing, as his spiky hair hung lankly around his head.

Meanwhile:

Cissnei had run past the infamous glass door and into the mess hall where soldiers were gathered for lunch, hoping for some miracle to save her.

"Ah lady Cissnei, how may we be of assistance?" Angeal asked chivalrously, noting the younger woman's distress.

"It's Reno, remind to the wring the man's neck, along with his supplier," Cissnei replied, looking desperately for a hiding spot.

"Water balloons?" Sephiroth asked familiar with the Turk and various antics, "again?"

"By the goddess, Reno with a water balloon is more lethal than an army of Wutai troops armed with behemoths for protection," Genesis scrunched his nose distastefully at the thought of the Turk, the soldier first class had been on the receiving end of one of Reno's previous boredom induced water balloon rampages before.

"Help!" Cissnei looked at them pleadingly; judging by the yells coming from outside, Reno would be here in seconds. The three soldiers looked at each other, they were willing to fight beasts and Wutai's best soldiers, but Reno with water balloons, now there was a for worth fear. With a small, somewhat resigned sigh, Sephiroth stood up, feeling that as Midgar's hero, he should help the poor damsel.

"Your a braver man then us all Sephiroth," Angeal commented.

"I know," Sephiroth replied dryly.

"And oh so modest," Genesis muttered sarcastically, and was lucky that the leonine white haired man didnt care at the moment. Standing beside the glass door, Sephiroth placed his foot over the edge, with just enough force to wedge it shut. As the yells from outside got louder, the mess hall grew quiet, waiting eagerly for their entertainment.

"I've got you!" The Turk yelled running at the door as fast as his legs could carry him, unaware that Sephiroth was holding it shut. The sound emitted by the collision was loud and booming and somewhat painful on Reno's part, but louder still was the uproarious laughter of the various soldiers in the mess hall, who peered out of the door at the soaking Turk. As expected the balloons created a buffer of sorts, so Reno did not bounce as Zack had, but instead sat in a ruined heep on the floor. Not known for his brilliance, Reno had been carrying all the water balloons in his arms, ensuring that in a collision, every one would pop on impact. It took his dazed mind a few seconds to clear, as two Sephiroths blended back into one.

"Aw, did poor Reno hurt himself?" Cissnei asked laughing herself silly. An indignant groan was all Reno could manage as he sat up in the pool of water around him, and the he noticed black fragments of thick plastic around him. It took him seconds to figure out what the shards were.

"NO!" The shriek he emitted was so shrill and so hysterical that some say it can still be heard on those quiet days, ringing down the hallway, for there on the cold floor sat the broken pieces of Reno's brand new 1500 gil, custom made, Versace sunglasses. Karma most certainly had her fun that day, along with Cissnei. And the Glass door stood without a scratch, adding insult to injury for poor Reno and his demolished sunglasses.

The Next Day:

"Hello, how may I help you Sir?" the lady at the counter had the misfortune of getting a customer such as Reno. With some consternation, Rude had joined him, only to know what the ending to this tale would be.

"I would like to return these," Reno handed her the sunglasses case that contained the shards of his broken glasses, it was a pain to see them go, but greater still was the pain of being out 1000 gil. The lady opened the case, and then changed from polite and ready to serve, to annoyed in a heartbeat.

"Sir these are all but destroyed," The lady replied bitingly, looking rather irritated.

"Hence the need to return them," Reno replied smartly, looking at her as though she were the world's stupidest woman, and received a hard glare in return, their staring contest lasted a full minute before Reno cracked, "It was that damn glass door!" His wail expressed his deep pain, and caused the people around him some as well. Gently patting him on the back, Rude led him out of the store. The accursed Door had claimed yet another victim. Though Rude wasn't sure if the victim were the sun glasses or the owner.