Separate Worlds
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The Streets of the Sector 3 Plate were full of people, vendors from below the plate had there karts all set up along the street, the stores were all open, and all the Uptown people were walking throughout the makeshift shopping center. It wasn't uncommon for there to be a massive even like this on Sundays. The young blond girl clung to her mothers hand, as he family walked through the crowds. Her parents took her to the market every Sunday. It was the only time she really saw them, both being employed by Shinra. They arrived at there destination, and there father went inside, leaving Elena and her mother a small amount of Gil, only 50,000. They went to browse, as they always did every Sunday while father went to that place. Her mother stopped at one of the karts, admiring a necklace of pearls. That's when a commotion stirred across the road.
"Get back here you little hooligan!" Roared an angry shopkeeper. The large bald headed shopkeeper took off after the Young redheaded boy, who couldn't of been much older than Elena. Only Elena saw the boy dive behind the trashcan at the alleyway, the bald man ran right past it.
"God, can you believe that they let that filth from the slums up on the plate?" Elena's mother asked the Vendor.
"I know, they should just lock them all down there."
Elena took this chance to slip over to the alleyway. She approached the trashcan cautiously, but determined. She near had a heart attack when the redhead jumped out from behind.
"ah, you gave me such a fright!" She complained at the redhead.
"That's what you get for trying to sneak up on a future Turk."
"Ha" Elena scoffed. "To be a Turk requires money, skill, and most of all connections. My father has already reserved a spot for me the moment a graduate school. They don't take thieving trash like you."
"You know what, for being such a pretty girl, you sure are a bitch." The Redhead retorted.
"Who are you, to dare call me that! I'll have your name."
"I'm Reno!" The boy said cockily, pointing to himself with his thumb. " The greatest thief in the slums, and future Turk."
"Well Reno, we'll see about that. I doubt you'll even survive that long. You'll be dead within the month."
"Yeah right, whatever. You don't really think that."
"Yes I do!" Elena stomped her foot.
"yeah right, you know you like me."
"wha... I... I have no such feelings!" Elena Stammered.
"yeah right, why would you have come over here? Admit it, you like the bad boys."
"YOU'RE STUPID, YOU'LL NEVER BE A TURK!"
"And you like bad boys."
"GAH, I HATE YOU!" Elena yelled. She then turned around and stomped away, trying to hide her rose red cheeks. How had he seen through her that easy?
Reno smirked to himself, and walked out of the alley way.
"There you are, you little punk!" The Vendor said, spotting him.
"Not again." Reno said to himself, exasperated, as he took off down the street full speed.
