-Reno's Punishment Pt 3 - Hojo with a side of Sephiroth..
by PhantomStarWolf (PhantomChajo - same person, Me!)
(A/N: Since I don't hold any training in medicine or science, I had to rely on what I found on the web - sorry for the medical babble...
...and omg after 5 years, I'm finally finishing this story.)
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Within minutes after Tseng had left, Reno was moved to another lab somewhere buried in the basement of the ShinRa building. A lab that would not be discovered for years to come and only because of what came out of those labs. Since this was one of the more private (secretive) and smaller labs he didn't have any assistants with him so he had to do everything himself, which was not a problem for him. Professor Hojo stood over the prone figure on the table and smiled. "Such a lovely specimen," he murmured again as he set up the recorder to document everything he did then set up the table with all his instruments he might want. Not caring one iota about the material Reno was wrapped up in, Hojo started cutting it away. He did raise an eyebrow slightly at the way he found the little redhead dressed. He muttered to himself about corsets and how in the long term they caused damage to the internal organs and bones in a person but didn't give it a second thought otherwise as it also joined the rest on the floor in bits and pieces till there was nothing left. By the time he was done, Reno was laying nude on the cold metal exam table.
The good doctor did not bother to cover the lovely specimen on the table as he sat down to a computer across the room. The only sounds in the lab being the steady click of the keyboard and a few random beeps from the machines scattered about. It was quite easy to access the personnel files for the red head, what with being the head of the science department and all that nonsense. "Fascinating," Hojo murmured to himself as he read through the file, paying close attention to the medical records. Turning he glanced once more at the body on the table then smiled again. "So you are the one Sephiroth brought back after the war. Very fascinating." A few minutes later he had a second file up on the screen, along with the relevant video files that went with it. Checking the length of the video files, he decided he would watch them after he started a few tests.
Soon enough he had the young man moved over to a gurney and was wheeling him into another room. The MRI was state of the art, even for ShinRa's science department. Once he had the young man positioned properly on the bed, he used industrial strength Velcro straps to hold him down. After all it would be a waste of time if the scans had to be rerun a second time due to the specimen's ill-timed awakening. Once he left the room was only illuminated by the LEDs on the machine itself, after all there was no need for any lights simply because the specimens did not need it. He returned to the computer and brought up the necessary programs to start the MRI running. The basic scans only took a minimum of 30 minutes to run, but because the full set of scans were being run, it would be closer to two hours before they were completed. Enough time for a leisurely lunch as he watched the videos and re-read the files.
It was just under two hours later when the MRI program started beeping, indicating the scans had reached completion. Being much stronger then he looked, it was easy for Hojo to transfer the young man back to a gurney for the return trip to the main lab. Once more the red-head was strapped down to the table, both arms out stretched and ready for the needles that would be placed in them when the time came. The first thing he wanted was a series of samples. Blood first followed by urine, stool, hair, skin, bone marrow (solid and fluid) and finally a spinal tap. Then next he planed on purging the young man's system of everything and obtaining another set of samples. After that, well it was all fair game for the next couple of weeks and if he things went his way then for much longer then a mere two weeks. Hojo left nothing untouched if he believed it was worthy of his attention.
Humming to himself, Hojo sorted through the dozens of packages on the tray after donning a pair of surgical gloves. A pleasant (for Hojo) smile drifted across his face as he stuck a few pieces of tape to once sleeve before lining up the sample tubes. Taking one package, he tore open the sterile wrapping and pulled out the item. It was a 14 gauge needle attached to a 18 inch long tube. Unscrewing the plastic cap from one end, he clamped the tube shut then removed the needle cover. Using an alcohol pad to clean the area first, he took delight in sliding the needle into place. Dark red blood quickly filled the tubing. Kicking a biohazmat bucket closer he let the blood drip into it for several moments before he clamped the tub shut again. With practiced ease, he had the sample tubes lined up and filled in moments. Staring at the lovely deep red liquid in the tubes, he thought about how he would purge the specimen's system. "If I allow the process of purging to go naturally, it will take up to several days to complete. Longer then I wish to wait before the next steps are to be taken. The use of Materia will possibly taint the samples for several hours after the purging has been completed. Though it is longer than I would care for, it is much quicker then if left alone." he spoke into the recording device. "I have already placed a 14 gauge needle in the specimen's right Median Cubital vein and extracted..." Doing a quick count on the number of tubes, he rattled off the name of the tests he would preform on said samples. "At this time I shall place another needle in his left Median Cubital vein to which I will attach a second saline solution to, in order to prevent dehydration of the specimen. Saline solutions is zero point nine percent Sodium Chloride." Once more he inserted the needle with ease and again he allowed the blood flow to fill the tube before clamping it shut once more. Air bubbles in the blood stream was not conducive to his experimentation and research due to the high mortality rate of the specimens for whom it happened to. The saline was connected and set to a moderate drip rate on both sides.
"At this time I shall take a epidural sample from the specimens..." the doctor looked the young man up and down for several seconds to determine the best location for the sample to be taken from. "Hmmm...from a brief exam of the specimen, there appears to be no issues with its epidermis. So I shall use a dermatome to gather the skin sample from the specimens left outer thigh." He walked over to one of the instrument storage cabinets at the back corner of the room and opened it up. It took him a few minutes to gather all the parts of the instrument. "Well the epidural sample will have to wait until the instrument has been sterilized properly. I shall instead proceed with the collection of both urine and stool." He placed the parts of the dermatome on a surgical tray after removing the outer package and placed it into the autoclave. Even though it was sterile to begin with, he had not used it for some time and thus preferred to over-sterilize it rather then have his samples contaminated. "First the specimen position needs to be altered slightly. The legs shall be placed in stirrups while the end of the exam table is lowered into the down position. I shall use a 5cc Foley catheter to collect the urine, leaving it in place so that proper drainage may occur." He moved the redhead into position as he each sample collection, Hojo changed the surgical gloves. Though considered mad and insane by most, if not all, of the medical and scientific world, he still made sure that his labs were medically sterile. Turning he pulled the tray with the samples closer so he could take the next one. Turning back he adjusted the overhead light then set to work. Because the specimen was not conscious he had to use the digital probe method to obtain the sample. As he started to place the fecal mater into the proper container, he frowned. "There appears to be some type of contamination of the fecal mater." Turning his finger to get a better look at the contamination he let out a disgusted sigh then removed the gloves. "It appears that the specimen has been sexually active in the last 24 to 48 hours, prior to arrival. I shall use the standard test to determine if the specimen's sexual partner is in the database or not. Considering how the specimen arrived it is probable that the anal penetration was consensual." With speed and efficiency, the samples were collected and set aside to be processed along with the rest.
The beeping of the autoclave disrupted the calm quiet of the lab. "Ah, perfect timing." He smiled, moving away from the table as he removed the gloves once more. Using a heat resistant glove, he pulled the tray out of the machine and inspected the instrument. "I shall let the dermatome cool slightly as I finish gathering the last sample. Then it will be onto the solid bone marrow and bone marrow fluid sample before rearranging the lovely specimen so that I am able to perform a spinal tap. After that it will be a purge of the specimen. Tomorrow I shall once more take samples to compare with the pre-purged state of the specimen." When in the lab and working on his experiments or specimens, Hojo was surprisingly graceful, if a bizarre and frightful sort of way. One could not deny his mastery of his surroundings when in a lab.
With everything finished, Hojo was ready to use the materia to purge the young man's system of everything. He paused long enough to ponder if it would be easier to leave the specimen where it was or to place it within one of the holding cells and monitor it from there. He did not get a chance to make the decision though. The cold sharp tip of a blade was pressed lightly against the side of his neck, at just the right position and angle to easily slice his jugular vein and cause massive bleeding.
"Tell me, why is he here." The voice cold and commanding.
Hojo smiled, one hand fisted at the small of his back as the fingers of his other hand tapped against his lips in thought. "Why should this specimen, as lovely as he is, be of any concern of yours?"
A pause before the blade pressed in a little harder, causing a line of red to appear against the pale, greenish tinted skin. "Why indeed."
The professor frowned, reaching over to capture the blade tip between thumb and forefinger in order to move it away from his neck. As much as he enjoyed playing games, he hated the possibility of having his samples contaminated with his own blood. "I only have two weeks with the specimen. If by that time there has been neither response or nor improvement, then the specimen stays. I would rather not waste my time having to deal with you when I can have such an enjoyable time with the specimen."
The blade was easily removed from the scientist's grip and returned once more at neck level. "Come now, we both know how much you can accomplish so little time. How long has be been with you?"
Once more pushing the blade away Hojo turned, adjusting his glasses as he did. "The specimen has been mine to do with as I please for less than six hours if you must know."
A silver eyebrow arched up a fraction. "And who brought him to you?" the blade was lowered but not sheathed.
"Tseng of the TURKS brought him to me."
"I see," he said, sheathing the blade and picking up the green orb. "Run your tests on the samples you have, I shall take care of the rest." No words were required to activate the materia orb, just the strength of will and understanding of the spell required.
Hojo glared, muttering angrily under his breath about being ordered around within his own lab. With a huffed sigh he gathered up the samples and left the lab so that he could start the tests. Upon his return to the main lab, he was meet with the site of his lovely specimen being removed from the exam table. Wrapped in a sheet and cradled against the chest of his greatest successful experiment to date. "What!? What are you doing? He's mine! You can't have him. You already have that other specimen, C, as your puppet. You can't have that one as well!" Hojo yelled angrily as he hurried towards the pair. His headlong rush was stopped a good distance away by the appearance of a very deadly, gleaming blade.
"If he belongs to anyone, he belongs to me good Professor," Sephiroth smirked cruelly at the fuming scientist. "When he awakens, I shall return him for further tests but not until then. Tests and experiments which I shall supervise to ensure you do not tamper with more than necessary. After all, we both know mother will grant me anything I ask of her for I am her most favored son."
"If it was not for me, you would not exist," Hojo spat, hands tucked into the pocket of his lab coat.
Sephiroth chuckled softly, "Indeed. For that, mother is pleased. But do not make the mistake the rest of your pathetic race has done and try to rule, for I will remove you as easily as an insect is crushed beneath a boot heel." The silver haired general smirked once more as he sheathed his blade then turned, cradling Reno fully against his chest. He reached out with his mind, connecting with the presence he called Mother at the same time he activated one of the materia in his possession and twisted its power to his will. Both he and Reno simply vanished from the lab, leaving a fuming professor behind.
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The journey took no more than a few heartbeats for Sephiroth to arrive at his desired destination.
On the inside one could easily mistake the room to be the interior of a standard issue Shin-Ra army command tent. Drab blue-green colored canvas walls, hard packed earthen floor, several camp chairs with accompanying table. Even a command desk was set up to one side with obligatory reports strewn across the surface. Unlike standard issue command tents, this one had a pass-thru at the rear leading into another room. The room itself was easily twice as large as the previous one. Instead of drab colored walls, these were made of some crystalline substance which glowed softly providing illumination about the intensity of a nightlight. A large platform style bed took up the right rear corner of the room. Braziers with glowing fire materia were scattered around the room, cold to the touch yet giving off heat at the same time. Another camp desk and chair was nestled in another corner of the room. The floor was covered in thick hand woven Wutian rugs which helped keep the chill of bare crystalline rock at bay. Off to the rear left was a passage leading to an alcove where the bathing and latrine facilities. It held a steaming pool of water which was constantly refilled from a small waterfall at one end. At the other end of the pool a channel was cut in the floor, over which a very basic toilet was fixed. All wastes was washed away to wherever the current took it.
It was into this large room that the silver-haired General carried Reno with a strange, twisted sort of parental care. He gently settled Reno on the fur covered surface of the bed, brushing the bright red bangs out of the young man's face before turning away. Sephiroth removed the Masamune and hung it up on the wall mount above the bed then sat down at the end. With ease that came of years of repetitive actions he removed his silver pauldrons then his coat, followed by the boots and belt. He stood up, picking up the coat he hung it on the armor rack then placed the pauldrons in their place as well, the boots were placed neatly at the foot of the rack. Standing in just his pants, shirt and belt he turned to study the unresponsive red-head. Coming to a decision he removed the rest of his clothes, laying them across the back of a camp chair as he did, then quickly braided his hair and fastened it off. Uncaring of his nudity, he gathered Reno into his arms once more and headed towards the bathing area. Earlier he had noted the smell coming from the younger man, a combination of natural body musk, sour sweat, spent semen and the chemicals associated with a sterile lab. Though negligible for an average human, for Sephiroth it was more than a little pungent and he had no desire to have that smell permeate his bedding. The silver general unwrapped the sheet from around the younger man and discarded it before stepping into the steaming water. Moving to the center where the pool was the deepest, almost shoulder level on himself, he lowered Reno until the water lapped at his chin. Tilting Reno's head back, he used one hand to card though his fiery locks ensuring they were evenly soaked.
For the next hour or more Sephiroth gently cared for the younger male, ensuring he was thoroughly bathed from head to toe. He took special care of Reno's hair, carding his fingers through the medium texture at the front and crown all the way through to the silky fine hairs at the base of his skull. The thicker hair is what allowed Reno's hair to spike up while the finer strands flowed like a silken river of blood and fire down his back. It was amusing how many people thought his own hair was silky fine when in truth it was coarse and thick. The coarseness was what allowed it to remain hanging straight down his back in all but the heaviest of winds or when he fought. If it had been as silky and fine as everyone thought, he would have been damned to hours just untangling it after a day in the field. Either that or else he'd have had it styled in what was affectionately known as a buzz cut amongst those in the military.
When the silver haired male was satisfied with how clean the redhead was, he gathered the younger male to his chest and climbed partially out of the water to sit along the edge. A plain white towel was plucked from the pile within easy reach, then used to pat the unresponsive young man dry and a second used to dry off his hair. Once the silver haired male was again satisfied, he left the pool completely and carried the redhead back into the main chamber. Balancing the younger male against his shoulder and chest like a parent would balance a sleeping child, he reached down and flipped back the soft furs and blankets on the bed. He settled the younger male near the center of the bed then covered him up again so that he would stay warm as he dried off before climbing into bed himself. Once under the furs and blankets, the older male pulled the younger close. He arranged limbs to his satisfaction then closed his eyes as he familiarized himself with the breathing patterns of the redhead. He did not need more two to four hours a sleep a day, it was only when he was injured did he need more, so he was not concerned about being asleep if the younger male woke up.
Hours passed unnoticed as the older silver male slowly brushed a hand over the younger redhead's skin.
The process of waking was a slow, tedious one. From nothing the awareness of being held against a cool yet powerful body seeped into Reno's consciousness. The sensation of a hand, several degrees cooler than his own body temperature, traveling from his hip around to the small of his back then up to the base of his skull and back down again was a calming one. It meant he wasn't with either Rufus or Tseng at the moment. Neither men were known for cuddling after sex nor allowing him to even sleep in the same bed afterward. The realization that whomever he was cuddled against was not Rude either, for as close as he was to the older man, it was strictly a platonic relationship. He kept still, pretending to still be asleep as he tried to remember the sequence of events which lead to him waking up in bed with someone he couldn't remember falling asleep with. When the memories of his last conscious moments came rushing back to him he was unable to prevent his body from tensing up.
"You should give up trying to pretend you're asleep. I know you're awake," Sephiroth murmured with a soft laugh.
The rumble of a baritone voice washed all other thoughts from his head as he jerked back as much as the powerful arm allowed him, his head coming up as his eyes opened wide in shock. Reno's mouth opened and closed several moments but no words emerged. There were no words for the cruelty of Tseng and Rufus had orchestrated. Both knew that Sephiroth had been his legal guardian from the moment of his fathers death in the war with Wutai. They also knew how devastated he had been upon hearing of his guardian's death years later on a routine mission, especially since he never had the chance to tell Sephiroth of his growing desires. To have found someone who looked so much like his beloved guardian and then set them up together in bed was beyond anything imaginable. His heart and spirit, already bruised and battered from the abuse of those above him, threatened to shatter completely. "No...no... you're.. no...he's dead... Dead! You're not Him. You can Never Be Him! How much more do I have to suffer at the hands of those bastards before there's nothing left?!" his voice started out shaky and soft before raising in a hysterical crescendo as he fought his way free of the restraining arm and material. Once free he scrambled as far into the corner at the head of the bed as possible, curling inward as he fought to hold back his tears of anger and heartbreak.
Sephiroth, confused (though he never let it show) at the sudden change in the young man, let him go. He watched as Reno curled into the corner, a puzzled frown upon his face as he replayed the words of the distraught redhead. He sat up, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee as he worked his way though the meaning behind the words. The dead comment was easy enough, after all he knew of the company wide announcement of his death. That in and of itself was quite amusing. If Reno believed him to be dead, then it was easy to presume the redhead believed him to be an impostor. That was also amusing because there was no one else in the world that could even come close to him. The last half though cause concern at first which quickly became anger. Cat-slitted Mako green eyes glittered dangerously as Sephiroth put together the final pieces of the puzzle. Tseng had delivered an unconscious Reno to Hojo to do whatever he wished as long as there was positive results within a certain amount of time. Where Tseng was, Rufus was not far away. How dare anyone harm his pet, he thought to himself. He did not fault Reno's partner, Rude, for anything because there was little the older TURK could do against his superiors without suffering as well. He filed his anger away for later use, for when the time was right both would pay for what they had done to his pet. The older male decided he had enough of the younger male's theatrics after a few minutes. Though he showed very little in the way of emotions to most, there were a select few who he allowed to see the full range.
At the moment Reno was given the pleasure of seeing Sephiroth's form of concern. One moment he's huddled in the corner, the next he was pinned to the center of the bed by the greater strength of the other male. His wrists were held secure above his head in one hand, his torso and legs pinned from being sat upon. He tried to struggle but tired quickly after all that had happened to him over the past several days. Turning his head, he let bitter tears fall as he gave up. Better to let whatever was to happen to him happen, then to fight and be hurt worse than need be.
With a frown, Sephiroth let go of Reno's wrists and sat back on his haunches. This was not the young man he remembered. This was a shell of a man who had lost most if not all hope. Letting out a near silent sigh, Sephiroth resettled himself so that he was stretched out beside the redhead. Reaching out he gently took the redhead's chin and turned his face towards him. Leaning forward, he darted his tongue out to lick away the salty trails. "This is not my okini'iri. My okini'iri would still be fighting and struggling to be free." He continued to lap away, pausing now and then to place light kisses or gentle nips wherever he pleased. Reno had become a striking young man, much like his father in looks. Perhaps he was just as good at giving sexual pleasure as satisfaction as well. He decided he would find out before allowing Reno to return to Hojo. Just because he did not respond to sexual advances of those below him, did not mean he was unaware of them. He chose to ignore them simply because those people were beneath him and therefore not worth the time or effort. Granted there were a few he enjoyed toying with but for the most part, he did not bother with the unwashed masses.
Reno parted his lips to gasp, but his mouth was quickly filled with a questing tongue. Only one person every called him okini'iri or ever licked away his tears. He opened his eyes staring up through the remains of his tears at the man above him, those cat-slitted pupils were partially closed in enjoyment as he stated to suck on the invading muscle. When it was retracted, Reno drew in a shaky breath, his own tongue darting out to wet dry lips. "Ka..Kachou?"
"Who else would I be okini'iri?" Sephiroth asked in reply. He shifted again so that he now covered Reno, though most of his weight rested on forearms and knees. He watched a myriad number of emotions cross the expressive face below him; joy, happiness, desire and lust all mixed together with fear, shame and a hint of bitter anger. "Tell me okini'iri, do you desire me?" he asked once more licking, nipping and kissing his way down Reno's cheeks, chin and throat. He found the spot he was seeking when he felt the younger male shudder beneath him.
It was sweet torture for Reno as Sephiroth found a sensitive area just below his ear and started nipping and licking before finally latching on and biting down harder. "Ye..ye.. yes Kachou...," he gasped as he squirmed under the heavier man above him. Though he was becoming aroused, an underlying fear that had been planted then cultivated in him was growing. Fear that no matter how much he pleased someone, they would walk away after taking their own pleasure, leaving him feeling used, empty and unwanted.
The subtle change in scent alerted Sephiroth of the problem. Sexual arousal was tainted by bitter fear. Swiping his tongue across the spot one last time he let go so that he once more was face to face with the younger male. "You desire me, but you fear me as well it seems." He watched as Reno turned his face away in, trying vainly to stop the tears from flowing. "You have been ill-used by those above you in power." It was a statement, not a question. "Ill-used to the point where you fear you are nothing more than a plaything to be used and discarded once they have obtained what they wanted." He shook his head, rolling to the side then propping his head in his hand. "I am not like them my okini'iri. Amongst the masses of unworthy creatures, you are my favored one. You stand above them and as such, I will take care of you until the end." He used his other hand to wipe away the tears then trail fingers down flesh till his hand rested above Reno's heart. "This both fears and desires my touch does it not?" he asked as he felt the fluttering of the redhead's heart speed up under his palm.
Reno turned his face into the touch as his tears were wiped away. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this was not a healthy relationship. But considering how unhealthy all the other relationships he had been in or was currently in, this one was the best of the lot. "Yes Kachou," he said as he felt the cool hand lay upon his chest, "I.. desire you... and I fear you..." He brought his hand up to caress the back of Sephiroth's hand before moving it. He brought it up so that he could kiss the cool, calloused palm. "Kachou..," he breathed blowing across the slightly damp skin before taking one digit into his mouth to suckle.
Sephiroth arched an eyebrow in amusement as he gently probed the hot wet mouth with his finger."Yes okini'iri?" he asked eyes closing slightly as he imagined that same hot wet mouth on his cock. It would soon be a reality judging by the redhead's enthused suckling of his finger. A wet smacking sound as the finger was withdrawn to trace lightly over lips teasingly.
"I... wish you had been my first. It belonged to you but was stolen away," Reno said softly, "I should have fought harder to protect what was yours by right."
"Do not worry okini'iri, for I was aware of the event when it happened. I claimed vengeance for what was taken from me." The older male caressed one of the traditional red tattoos which adorned Reno's face. "I also claimed vengeance for your father's death, though that was a bitter sweet victory. I lost more than a good scout when I lost him. He taught me the pleasures of the flesh as well as being a good bed warmer." As he spoke he trailed his hand down Reno's body once more but he didn't stop at his chest. "Tell me okini'iri, are you willing to take your father's place as my bed warmer?" he asked, voice lowering to a seductive purr as he teasingly brushed fingers against the raising cock stand nestled in a thatch of fiery red curls. "Will you be there for me to slake my desire for the pleasures of the flesh when I call?" he asked, leaning closer so that he was whispering into Reno's ear, his hand curled around the hard flesh, thumb dragging over the sensitive glans with each down stroke. "Will you call my name as you cum for me?" he asked before his mouth claimed the sensitive spot on Reno's neck to suck, lick then bite down hard.
Reno drew a shuddering breath as Sephiroth's hand trailed down his body before wrapping around his hard cock. "Yes Kachou," he answered the first question for indeed he was more then willing to take up the position as the silver haired general's bed warmer and fuck mate. (He had no illusions that love was involved, just possessive desires, but at least he would be cared for in better ways then with Rufus and Tseng) "Ye.. eesss Ka-kachou..." he moaned, fisting his hands in the bed sheet as he bucked and thrust into the General's hand. When he felt those cool lips against his neck "Sephiroth!"..followed by the hot tongue "... Kachou.." and grazing teeth, he teetered over the edge with a hitched cry, "...Master!"
Sephiroth mentally smirked as he felt the warm, sticky-slick fluid spurt out of the jerking cock in his hand. The harsh bleach like smell with undertones of musky spice pervaded the room as Reno gasp and panted in the aftermath. "Remember always that you are My okini'iri. Even if someone else uses your body for their pleasure and your pain, you are mine."
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For almost two weeks, Sephiroth took his time reacquainting himself with every bit of pale skin that covered Reno. Playing him, plying him, bending the younger redhead to his will until all it took was a word, a gesture or even a look and Reno would be writhing under him in agonizing pleasure, begging to do anything to please his master. Sometimes he would fuck Reno into the bed, leaving him bruised and bleeding and barely conscious only to spend hours afterwards slowly healing away the damage he inflicted as he lavishing the redhead with gentle touches, sensual kisses and softly murmured erotic words describing in detail what he planned to do to the planet for Mother. And sometimes the silver haired general would take his time, riding the redhead underneath him, watching as his cock slid in and out with a deliberate slowness that left the younger man on the edge for so long that all it took was a twitch to send him writhing in mind numbing pleasure.
The in between times, Sephiroth made sure Reno ate properly and slept when needed. When they spoke, Sephiroth could hear the silence between the words and the words in the silence. It was when Reno slept, that Sephiroth ensure their time together would never come to light, that it would all seem a drug and pain induced delirious dream should the younger man ever be questioned. He also buried deeply the command to return to him when summoned in the future.
The day Reno was to return to Hojo's lab arrived all too soon it seemed. With a rare showing of ill-grace, he made his desire to never return to that hell-hole called Shin-Ra, but was soon on his knees begging for his Kachou not to be angry with him. When they arrived in the lab, there was barely enough time for Hojo to run a MRI and draw a dozen or so vials of blood. When Tseng arrived, Reno was just getting dressed. His uniform had been delivered by a courier (that never left, but that's neither here nor there) in the week prior.
"Professor," Tseng said evenly.
Hojo didn't bother with much in the way of a reply, just arrogantly told Tseng to take Reno and leave, that there wasn't anything worth keeping him around for.
Tseng, just eyed Reno up and down a few moments, getting the feeling that there was something else going on but nothing he could pinpoint at this time that would be worth the effort of disposing of the redheaded TURK. With a superior look, he motioned for Reno to get moving. "You have jobs waiting on you."
Reno smirked as he finished tying his hair into its usual tail before sauntering after his boss. "Yo," he muttered as he shoved a hand into the pocket of his trousers and grinning like a mad man.
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Master of the Household = Kachou
Favorite pet = okini'iri