40 Mixed: VincentReno
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
A/N: Thanks once again to my reviewers: Linichi, Aeriths-Rain, Ida Cippo, Lemon Wine, MorotheWolfGod, Lyly-Ivanov. All of you be rockin' mah RenoVince world!
I'm also happy that everyone enjoyed the Chaotic goodness in the last chapter, be assured he's gonna pop up again.
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T.21 – Rejection
"This is so boring, yo! He's probably not going to show up!" Reno whined. He was sitting next to Tsung in one of the newly rebuilt bars of Edge. It had been six months since Meteor and the city was slowly growing as the WRO worked to help repair homes, businesses, and lives. The two Turks were dressed in civilian clothing as to not attract too much attention; they wanted to handle this job as quietly as possible for the moment. Rufus had been recovering well over the past six months but was still in need of protection, which mainly came from the fact that everyone believed he was dead and the Turks wanted to keep that belief alive for the moment.
"He'll be here, I'm certain of it," Tsung replied. As if that was his cue, the person they were waiting for appeared at the door. He, too, was dressed in civilian clothing, seeing as his usual outfit attracted even more attention than the Turks' suits. A red, long sleeve turtle neck shirt and black jeans evoked the same colors as his regular clothing but none of the imposing aloofness. Vincent Valentine would have looked like any man off the street if you weren't familiar with his role in saving the world from Sephiroth and Meteor.
The ex-turk nonchalantly entered the bar, scanned it with his crimson eyes, and then silently made his way over to the table the two Turks sat at. Tsung got to his feet in respect, Reno reluctantly mirroring his actions.
"Vincent Valentine," Tsung greeted, holding out his hand to shake the gunman's.
"Tsung," was the man's reply. Reno only waved. "And Reno as well." The three then sat down. The waitress came over, spying the new arrival.
"What'll it be?" She asked Vincent, seeing as Reno and Tsung had already been served.
"Red wine, please," Vincent replied, the girl nodded and bustled away. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" Reno wasn't surprised; Vincent didn't look like the type to make small talk with anyone, even his own friends. He also couldn't help but notice how very attractive the gunman was. Reno found himself staring into Vincent's unusual eyes, until they gave him an extremely piercing look, causing the red-head to look away. Reno mentally slapped himself, No! Do not screw this meeting up just because you want to screw the hot Vampire! Tsung produced a file from the case he had brought with him.
"Our employer was quite impressed with your performance during the Meteor Crisis. Analysis of recovered Shinra records shows that you worked as a Turk thirty years ago. We'd be appreciative if you'd rejoin us," Tsung said, sliding the folder over to Vincent. The gunman sat back in his chair, eying the folder for a moment.
"Not interested," Vincent stated. The waitress returned with his wine, stopping the conversation for a moment.
"Why not?" Tsung asked once she had left, Vincent took a drink of his preferred Alcohol before replying.
"I worked for Shinra, yes, but I'm not interested in going back to them. That job cost me too much," Vincent looked out of the window as he said this, playing with a pair of rings on a cord that hung around his neck. One was large, obviously a man's wedding band, the other was smaller, likely belonging to a woman. Reno would learn several months later that the rings belonged to Vincent's parents. "I lost my humanity thanks to your company and my father lost his life, I've no desire to return to anything with that negative of a connotation to me."
"What do you plan to do with your life, then?" Was Tsung's next question.
Vincent smirked, a rare expression for the stoic gunman. "As one of the last living members of the Valentine family, I've recently claimed the Valentine estates as my own. We may not of had the political power of the Shinra family, but we did have a considerable amount of wealth. And 30 years of interest really do add up, I've no need to work for money. Reeve's tried to bribe me with a nice position at the WRO but such bribes are lost on me. However, he does have my allegiance, and a small bookshop has my application." Reno had known that Vincent wouldn't of been interested, he was surprised the man even showed up, but Rufus wanted them to at least try to get the ex-turk back. They had failed spectacularly, as always.
"Well, our offer stands if you want to take it," Tsung commented as Vincent slid the folder back across the table.
"I think we're done here, gentlemen," Vincent stated, standing, placing some Gil on the table, and leaving. Reno watched him go, not able to get the gunman out of his head. He followed the same procedure.
"Reno, where are you going?" Tsung asked.
"Just going to make an offer of my own, yo," The other man replied, grinning at his leader and leaving.
When he had a destination, Vincent walked quickly. Reno almost had to run to catch up.
"Yo! Valentine!" He yelled. Vincent stopped and turned around to face the Turk.
"Sorry, Reno, I'm not interested and nothing you say will change that," the gunman replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"This has nothing to do with Shinra. I just want to ask you something," Reno said. Vincent cocked an eyebrow, signaling for the Turk to go on. "Will you go out with me sometime?" A genuine smile spread across Vincent's lips.
"Why not?"
Reno: 1, Shinra: 0
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