Disclaimer: Don't own FFVII and if i did, Reno and Cloud would fuck every chance they got.
Warnings: Excessive swearing, Mpreg, Graphical Sex, fluff, overdose of OOC
You've been warned.
Author's Note: "I'm a nightmare, a disaster!!" Lmao, I found my old Simple Plan CD and have been listening to me against the world nonstop. Ah, the old days make me giggle with glee and combust with inspiration. Yeah, I'm one of those people that HAVE to listen to a song to help influence her mood otherwise I'm just… crap infested.
And guess what, I added a little twist in this chapter. Perhaps a behind the scenes ZackxReno? Mwuhahahaha.
I luff Zack, he was the awesomeness. I was just randomly on Youtube and I ended up finding the ending scene to Crises Core, poor Zack… for those who haven't played that game I suggest you do. It'll make you fall in love with Final Fantasy all over again… in my case Reno, but I can't help it, Reno fan all the way. But being half Asian I got the game in Japanese. Sexy voice actors, sexy Reno voice squee And Cloud's scream at the end when Zack finally kicked the bucket wasn't as retarded.
Summary: "Ever wonder how low I could go? Me, the EMR weldin' redheaded, bad mouthed, drunken', foul tempered, firecracker of a Turk? Well Pretty damn low." This is what happens when Jenova cells and Mako mess with you... well, your body.
(V) IMPORTANT SHIT YOU SHOULD READ BELOW. (V)
" Italics are used for flash back refferences and shit like that, got it memorized? "
A C H O C O B O & A T U R K
C H A P T E R : O N E
S U L K I N G & R E T R I B U T I O N
Call me uncompassionate or just plain fucked up… but to be bluntly honest, pushing the trigger and watching Sector 7 get annihilated was nothing compared to how freaking terrified I am now.
That's fucking right.
Ace Turk, Reno Sinclair is scared shitless.
Why? Because he couldn't just slit his wrists and be done with it, that's fuckin' why.
It's funny, really.
You'd think that a Turk that wouldn't hesitate to shoot a kid in the head would have the balls to end his own damn existence, hilarious isn't it, that my hands are shaking to the point I think I would miss my fucking arm if I tried slashing at it. My hands haven't shook like this in a fuckin' while.
I thought I'd die with a big bang, ya'know? Something people would remember me for, either it be the entire city or just my family of Turks… but I suppose the thought of being forgotten fuckin' pisses me off. I didn't want to be another hunk of flesh thrown into some incinerator, but I suppose with all the shit I've done, it be better if I was forgotten.
"That girl… She said that the sky frightened her…"
Zack.
Pfft. To think I'd start having fucking flashbacks before I kicked the damn bucket.
But still, I couldn't help but slap a smirk on my face, Zack Fair, the damn bastard who was so uptight about being a Hero. He certainly wasn't forgotten, after all, Cloud was his living fucking legacy, right? The blonde had some of Zack's quirks that just made me chuckle when I thought about it.
Perfect.
I'm laughing right before I off myself, I really am fucking insane.
"He's… my living legacy…" Zack murmured, eyes closed as he shifted his head toward me.
I stood there, my polished boots stepping into the puddle of blood as I stared down at him. Faintly I heard Rude gruffly shouting in the Chopper, telling Elena that we needed medical attention immediately, but just looking at Zack, I knew that all of Rude's effort was in vain.
"That looks so… liberating" He said, half lidded eyes now staring dully at the sky before him.
I frowned and I looked at his battered body and felt oddly empty. Blood seemed to flow in slow rivulets from every bullet wound, and those wounds, they looked to fatal to close to major organs and I fucking knew. Zack was dying.
"Yo." My voice was fucking cracking, I knew it, but didn't do a damn thing about it but try and swallow back the lump that formed in my throat.
"Did ya… get your Hero's ending like ya wanted." I dunno why, but my voice sounded so soft, even to me and I was wondered… just why was there so much damn emotions in my fucking voice.
Turk's shouldn't have emotions… it made 'em weak when doing their job.
"Those wings…" It was barely a whisper that passed his lips and my eyes wavered before settling on his face, a faint smile marring his bloodied lips. "I want them too…" A dead man's last ramble and I couldn't help but let a chocked chuckle escaped me, sounding more like a damn sob.
"Yeah Zack, go get your damn wings." And I couldn't help but watch as his smile grew, eyes dulling in every moment. The lump in my throat made it fucking hard to breath and I let a shuddered breath pass through my lips.
"It feels… good."
I closed my damn eyes, afraid that if I opened them I'd fucking cry, I had to calm myself, hell, for my damn sake. "I'm glad." I whispered, turning around and heading for the chopper. Zack's last breath never seemed to damn loud and it was ringing in my head.
Rude had then jumped out of the Chopper and looked at me as I seated myself, a simple shake of my head and the guy nodded and even with the damn shades over his eyes I could see him watching me as he took his own seat, reporting to Elena.
The target was dead.
My brain was on auto pilot and before I was even able to register in my messed up mind, I was already up in the air, steering back to ShinRa head quarters. How I was going to miss Zack, even if the bastard had a nick for always getting in trouble and playing Hero… I could honestly call him a friend.
Faintly, I was aware that a lone figure struggling along the path to Midgar, the Bustier Sword dragging behind him. Zack's Bustier Sword I noticed with wide eyes.
And I stared.
A smirk tugged at my lips and I snorted. "So that's your living legacy?" I murmured. "He looks real shitty." I snorted, smiling sadly to myself as Rude looked at me questioningly.
"Nah, I'm just spouting bullshit." I said, turning the chopper the opposite way.
"Congrats Zack. You're a fucking Hero, along with Strife." I muttered sarcastically, patting the Bustier Sword behind me, the makeshift grave or monument that Cloud had made a while back.
Fucking flashbacks just dampened my mood and it had to be Zack.
The guy could out drink me even without trying. If he was still alive, I wondered, could I beat that bastard now in drinking?
Probably.
Not to mention that fucking Zack reminded me of fucking Chocobo head. Their cocky grins were the same, the way they held their bustier sword, the hand on their hip when the got bored. Honestly, they were so damn alike and different at the same times.
For fucks sake, why the hell did the two have to be so damn fucking complicating?!
"You ruined my life Turk. Why did you have to make things so complicating!?" Cloud spat, slapping my hand away from his shoulder now that we were a lengthy distance away from Hojo's assistant, the infamous Doctor Syne.
"My life was actually stable! Then I find you in my bed and now nothing is stable." He hissed, glaring at me and I couldn't help but be rendered fucking speechless.
"And they keep telling me that you're fucking… pregnant! T-that's impossible, its wrong, something like… like that should exist!" He said, pointing accusingly at my mid section, where the damn kid was growing and I couldn't help but glare back at Cloud now.
Please don't tell me he believed that huge mound of shit that was spouting out of Doctor Syne's mouth, shit about the mini Sephiroth growing me. It was impossible, that was for sure. One, the fucking guy was deader than dead. He died twice, the was enough, right?! Two, Just because Jenova cells fucked my anatomy doesn't automatically mean that its directly linked to Sephiroth. And three, this one I love the most. I swear it was Cloud's semen up my ass and not that silver haired psycho bitch.
He was being fuckin' unreasonable! Did he honestly think I planned for all this shit to happen, did he fucking think I wanted to screw us both over? Well fuck Chocobo head. If I had a fucking gun, I'd shoot his fucking kneecaps out for tryin' to pin the blame on me. I didn't mean for anything like this to happen.
And somewhere in my mind, I was regretting that one night stand, even if I couldn't remember it, even if for a little while I was so damn happy about it. Fuck Strife. "Look here Strife, I'm pretty sure that this kid isn't fucking Seph-"
"Zack…" That had shut me up real quick. "I don't know why he thought you were such a good guy… after this, the shit you've done, he would have agreed with me Reno. You're nothing but a mistake…"
Fuck Strife to hell.
I dunno when, but my palms were digging into my eyes, preventing fucking tears to leak out while my lips pulled back in a sneer. My elbows rested against my knees that were now brought up to my chest, a shuddered breath passing my lips, sounding more like a pathetic fucking whimper.
Since when did I become so fuckin' weak that I'd cry over something like this, over Cloud fucking Strife? Puh-lease. I was sure as hell better than this… I blame the fucking kid for my over emotional state.
What the fuck is up with all these flashbacks?! Is this like last minute Karma or retribution?! Well FUCK.
I chuckled darkly to myself, feeling the handle of the switchblade in my palm… that's when I noticed that somewhere along those fucking flashbacks I had enough balls to slit my left wrist.
And I did it just right, now across the fucking river but through it.
Then the pain hit me, tenfold, and I hissed out a string of swears as I tried to finger the blade with my finger, muttering lines along how stupid I was.
Wait, there seemed to a lack of a switchblade in my hand.
At this, I had to lift my head up, removed my hands and looked lazily about for the fucking switchblade that I thought I had dropped, funny, you'd think I would have noticed it, right? But as I stared at the ground, I found a pair of boots, no, not mine.
I looked up and ended up staring into wonderful blue-green crystalline eyes, the discoloring caused by the mako. But who the fuck cared?
"C-cloud?"
"You stupid, stupid, stupid little redhead shit for a Turk." He muttered, and in his hand was my fucking switchblade. Funny, that my only thought was that he took MY switchblade.
I think… the blood loss was getting to my head and now my mind was playing out some weird last minute encounter to make me a little happy. And I was, Cloud was here and not screaming his head off about me being such a damn mistake. I felt a bit more content.
Hell, Cloud was pressing his warm hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding and fuck, I felt overjoyed. Least my mind isn't against me…
Silence seemed to be an issue here as I wracked my brain for something, hell, anything to say to Strife. But he had silently pulled out a gauge of medical tape and wrapped my bloody arm up, funny how it didn't hurt.
Fuck, I really was dying… huh?
The calm before the fucking storm right? I was going to hell, but at least I could see the fucking Chocobo one last time before.
"Hey Strife. 'm Sorry yo." I muttered, that being the only coherent jumbled of words in my head and I saw Cloud's head jerk up, his Crystalline blue eyes meeting mine. After all, I was the fucking one that wanted to get in his pants, and if I just left it alone and chased after another guy or girl, things would have been better.
But being the 'little redhead shit for a Turk' that I am, I wanted Cloud-fuckin'-Strife.
"But that's the only apology-" that you'll ever get from me.
Well that's what I was TRYING to say before the little shit sacked me a good punch, and might I add to the injured fucking jaw?!
I stared at him with an incredulous look on my face, a hand cradling the wounded jaw. Strife had sat down in my previous position. Knees brought to his chest as his elbows rested on them, as his bloody hands dangled between his legs, eyes downcast and a blonde hair curtaining his face.
One good thing about the punch was that it made me realize one important fucking thing. This WASN'T a hallucination and I was torn between fucking laughing my ass off or crying yo.
Tch.
I think I did enough crying for the fucking day, and instead I crawled my ass over to Cloud and used his body as a make-shift wall to lean on. "Fuckin' hello to you too, jerk." I mumbled, pressing my wounded arm close to my chest.
Only Strife could make me think this much in so little fucking time. Like why was the little shit here? I thought he hated me ya'know? And worst of all, he foiled my plan to cease the existence of one Reno Sinclair… and now, just to add the fucking sprinkles to the top, he was giving me fucking hope. That's the last thing I needed when the Turks, Dr. Syne's men, and fucking random bounty hunters were after my head, besides, the little parasite growing in my gut seems to be the cherry on top. Need I also fucking mention-
"You were…" Leave it to fucking Cloud to ruin my moment of 'deep thinking' and mental ranting. "You were going to commit… suicide?" Cloud mumbled, removing his hands from his eyes and glancing at my wonderful work of art, which, was starting to throb before looking back toward me.
It seemed more like a damned question that I found myself a little too hesitant to fucking answer.
"… Chyeah."
Then there was that damn silence between us. I didn't know if he was pissed, or… hell, what the fuck was going on through that blonde head of his. I can tell you that my fucking thoughts weren't any better though. I can swear to you, more than a hundred questions passed through my bloody head and all of them revolved around three things: Me, Cloud, and the fucking baby.
It was pretty damn confusing and I was getting a little annoyed with it.
"We can take cover in Nibelheim until things settle down a bit." Cloud said, breaking that silence and once fucking again, my thoughts. Though this time I was a bit more appreciative, all those questions made a not so gently throb in my head more apparent.
"Tch. Thought you hated me Strife." G'damn it. I was now being fucking spiteful. "That I was a mistake."
Sure, maybe I was a little pissed about Cloud barking at the end of his chain when I saved his ass and might've disserved some of the stuff he said, but that doesn't stop the fact that I was getting a little pissed at him and being left in the dark as I was, hell, I had a right to be pissed.
Cloud simply stood and shook his head. "I never hated you Reno."
WHAT?!
PFFT. I wanted to make it longer, like hella longer… but I ran out of ideas and didn't want to fuck over the entire story. Speaking of the story, I got myself a little plot in mind. But I'm not telling you. Why? Because I'm a bitch like that.
And the flash back thing was getting a little old, but at least it sheds some light on things, right?
So, on your knees and comment of the over emotional and bipolar preggors Reno will FUCK YOU UP.
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