3 Limit breaks

The first two floors of the headquarters are so full of noise and people that it feels like the whole world has showed up for the party. I hit the bar with Rude as soon as we arrived and we've been sitting at the counter for the whole evening. I can't stand these goddamn Shin-ra carnivals. Wannabes in suits, trying to look more proud and sound more important than they actully are.

A hand comes to rest on my shoulder as a tall figure appears next to me. I turn to look, trying to focus my eyes. It's a bit harder than I imagined. When did I get so wasted? Oh yeah, probably somewhere between the first drink and the seventh. Well, no worries. He looks just as drunk as I feel.

"Reno, Reno!"
I recognize the voice before I recognize the face. He takes a seat next to me and orders a drink that arrives almost immediately. After all he's the president's son, all dressed in white as usual, one of the few people here that don't lack the charisma they try to portray. Only he's not just the son anymore. He's the vice-president, and very possibly our boss one of these days.

"Sir."

"I wanted to talk to you about important business."

"Sure thing... but are you sure this is the right time, sir?"

"Yes, it's the right time. Come to my office."
With that he leaves the counter, tapping me on the shoulder as he goes. He left his drink, too. I drown it quickly and go after him. Right time or not, you don't keep the vice-president waiting.

I stumble into the elevator and shove my key-card into the reader. The doors close with a "bing" and up we go. After a few moments that seem like few hours I arrive at the top floor. The double door is left open and I enter the office. He's standing at the window and turns around as I nearly drop a rare Wutanese vase that some idiot has placed next to the entrance.

"Close the door."

"Aye aye."
I lock the door with extra concentration and lean against it as I turn around to see him staring at me.

"Is it locked?"

"Yeah, I locked it."

"Fine. Now come here and take off your pants."
So that's what this is about. I'm sure I would've figured it out sooner if I weren't so utterly drunk. But hey, I'm not complaining. It's just fine with me.

-.-.-.-.-

"Give it back." The little ninja is standing at the other side of the bed, crossing her arms and shoving her tongue out. "And how the hell did ya get into my room anyway, you sneaky brat?"

"Trough the door!"

"Haha, very funny. Now give it to me or--"

"Or what?" her playful voice interrupts me. "What if I refuse?"

"I'll make you sorry." She narrows her eyes and pouts. Then, with a burst of laughter she tries to charge past me, but I grab her and pin her down on the bed. She tries to fight back, giggling and laughing and twisting around.

"Ok Yuffie, I win. Now give me back my materia."

"No way! If ya want it you'll have to make me!"

"I'm warning you." I try to sound serious and she stops laughing and looks at me, biting her lip. "I'm really gonna do it."

After a pause her serious look changes into a smug smirk. "Go ahead, old man, there's nothing you can--"

I turn her around on her stomach and her words are muffled as she buries her face in the duvet.

"This is your last warning."
She lifts her head, but doesn't try to fight.

"I said, go ahead."
Fine, I will. You asked for it.

I hold her down with my other hand as I drop my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table. There's an old magazine lying next to it. I roll it up and tug down her tiny shorts and her underwear, revealing the small peach-shaped mounds. She makes no protests, but I can hear her heavy breathing and see her shoulders move up and down.

She lets out a loud moan as the first lash hits her behind, leaving it a very slight color of pink.

"Ahh shit," she says, grasping the duvet and clutching it in her fists. I'm not gonna let her off that easily. I do it again.

"Is that the best you can do?" Her words sound oddly mocking and she lets out a small laugh, as I realize. That crazy kid. She's enjoying it.

A curious feeling of fury takes over me as I give her what she wants. I don't hold back my strength and she's not afraid to let the neighbours know how she feels. A series of moans and curses flood from her as the skin turns burning red.

I drop the magazine and let her go. She's fallen silent, panting on the bed. Thoughts rush trough my head and crash against my temples with deafening sound. What the fuck just happened? Did I hurt her?

After a long silence I finally ask her again.

"Where's my materia?"

She slowly rises up on the bed, pulling up her shorts. "I didn't take anything. It's still in the bedside drawer."