A/N: Firstly, I don't want to go back and upload everything, so pretend this disclaimer was x4.
Disclaimer: I don't own jack, blah, blah, you know, if I did, I wouldn't have put my ideas on . Instead, I would be checking my email for angry fan mail about the pairings. 3.
Dedication: For QueenAlla, my wonderfultastical first (and sole) reviewer.
Enjoy!
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I woke up again, taking a moment to glance at the clock. There was a post-it on it. Plucking it off I read:
Went to work with Rude
Be back around 9
Food in the fridge
-Reno
I rose my eyebrows. A day alone in this god-forsaken place. I slid out of bed, and wandered downstairs.
"Holy shit!" I yelled out of surprise. Some chick was on the couch with a blanket covering her. She turned in her sleep, apparently drugged. I gave her sleeping form a genuine 'wtf' look, and proceeded to the fridge.
"Yum.. Sandwich.." I muttered, taking it out and biting into it. I savored the taste. When was the last time I had food? I decided to give myself the grand tour or the apartment. I went back up the stairs, peering into every room along the way. I stole another one of the white shirts (is that all they wore in this place?) and another pair of the black pants. I slipped them on, and shook my mess of hair. Raiding from what it looked like Reno's room (I doubted Rude would have a brush, seeing as how he's bald, then again, Reno's hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks), and stole a brush.
"Ahhhh," I said to myself, closing my eyes to enjoy the feel of the comb in my hair. I glanced at the time. I still had a while before they got home. I gathered my wits, and poked my head out the door. I sniffed. Sex, sweat, alcohol. Why am I not surprised, I asked myself. I went back inside, making a mental note to ask Reno or Rude about when I could get back home. Maybe they knew something?
For the remaining hours alone, I spent my time in the attic and Reno's room cleaning. There wasn't much I could do as far as the décor, but the clothes on the floor and dust everywhere I could fix. I set to work humming a couple of random notes combined to make a little song all the while.
~;3 hours later;~
I looked up from my work and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Just as I had finished I heard the door open and close and heavy footsteps. I put on a relatively happy face and went downstairs to greet the two Turks.
"Evening Reno," I said, half smiling. "Rude," I said, nodding at him. We weren't exactly on speaking terms, I think the only contact we had was when he found me.
"Hey," Reno said back. Rude nodded back at me. How the hell did he communicate? Telepathy? Was he totally like Spak?
"What've you been up to all day?" Reno asked. I smiled.
"Go look in your alls rooms. I think it looks a lot better, myself," I said. They glanced at each other and pushed past me, running up the stairs. I turned around and cocked my head. "What's wrong? Does it look that bad?" I called, biting my lip, and wondering what I had done wrong. I mean, if someone came in and cleaned my room, I'd be grateful. I think.
They came back down looking relived. I threw them both questioning looks.
"Huh?" I asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Reno said. "We were just worried…" He trailed off. I decided to take the safe route and not ask.
"Anyways," I started. "While you guys are away at work.. What am I supposed to do? I can't stay here forever, you know," I finished, crossing my arms.
Reno contemplated this for a moment. "Well, we can't bring you to work with us.. So… " He didn't finish, instead he pulled out a phone and dialed a number.
"Yo, Tifa? Yeah. Rude and I found this chick laying around the trash piles, Rude tripped over her", he said, smirking. "Do ya think while him and I are at work, she could stay with y'all? Really? Thanks Tifa. Later," he said, closing the phone. "Well! Looks like you'll be with Tifa."
"Who's Tifa," I asked, tilting my head to the side.
He looked at me dryly. "Chick I met at the bar, she was great," he added, winking. I rolled my eyes and uncrossed my arms. Joy, I thought to myself.
"By the way," I said, turning back from the stairs. "There was some girl on your couch this morning, I kicked her out and told her never to come back, I hope that was alright," I said sweetly, smiling genuinely. Reno paled. I turned around and smirked. "Night guys!" I said, grinning, and trudged up to the attic. This will be fun, I thought to myself, and then I was out.
