Reno, Cid, Vincent and the Tuft of Phoenix Down
--Warning--
Swearing present, as you could expect with Cid in here...and...maybe a bit of yaoi, just for fun...You've been warned. O.o
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"Woo-hoo! I win! Suck on that, Avalanche losers!" Reno slammed his prized possession of 65,000 battle points on the drink table, sending the frothy liquid straight out of an irritated pilot's mug.
The Turk wouldn't let the two Avalanche men forget that day. Reno had scored a whole 25,000 more battle points than his fellow companions-an overly depressed Vincent and a cursing Cid.
A Cid who wasn't happy in the least.
"Shut the f*** up before I shove my f***ing stick down yer f***ing throat, Shinra dog!" He sent his mug of ale flying across the room in his anger, before hastily pulling out his flask of tea and skulling it like there was no tomorrow.
Before Reno could react, Vincent cast away his recently used Cerberus, his head hung in shame. "If anyone needs me I'll be in the basement...again..."
The sky pilot scowled at him. "Not before you gimme that army knife, you aint. Hand it over."
Vincent's face darkened, his crimson eyes flicking like a failing lightbulb as he reluctantly gave him the short blade.
Cid sighed. "And the other two..."
Reno decided to make the most of the moment. As quickly as Red could run, he headed towards the prize department, where he would proudly redeem his reward.
"65,000 battle points, lady. Load me up." Reno winked at the brunette behind the counter, unaware of the young ninja's identity at first.
Though she was never a brilliant mathematician, Yuffie was smart enough-or smarter than him, at least-to recognize the redhead's unmistakable error.
"Uh, Sir...Don't get too far ahead of yourself. I think you miscalculated. This is 650 battle points-you've got to minus the two zeros at the end." Seeing the Turk's disappointment quickly transform to rage, she quickly added, "But don't worry! You've still got enough to get a prize!"
Reno's dismay didn't disappear, but a generous amount of curiosity had brewed up inside him. "Oh? And what would that be?"
"Yuffie." He added, with a smirk that made the girl blush.
She dropped down to the floor, glad to be able to hide her rosy red cheeks, and began rummaging through the shelves underneath. When she had found what she was looking for, she popped back up and placed three minor prizes on the counter top.
"You can choose which you'd like, in exchange for those battle points. Uhm...Would you like a dried up rose, a tuft of phoenix down or a tissue?"
Reno choked on his own saliva. "You've got to be freakin' kidding me! You're sayin' I worked my ass off in that damned monster-infested hellhole for this crap?! My grandma's house had better stuff than this!"
Yuffie had an awkward expression on her face. "Er..."
With a short huff, Reno decided, "I'll take the phoenix down."
She nodded and took the battle points from the counter, pausing as she watched Reno wipe his nose on the tissue. A crumpled up, now wet pile of rose petals sat in its place, and Yuffie wasn't sure if what he'd done was punishable or not.
"Damn flower...No wonder Aerith's dead..." Reno muttered, sniffling as he took the feather and stormed off.
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Despite his first reaction, Reno was actually more than happy with his prize. His own phoenix down. He had the power to give life to someone! But who?
Reno thought hard, scanning his brain for any remnants of information.
Aerith? Nah, that's a waste. The world has enough flat-chests already. Rufus? Wait, he aint dead...yet. Oh brilliant! I can get the ultimate revenge on that stuck-up President, and then bring him back to life like nothin' ever happened!
Somehow, Reno wasn't too keen on the idea. He was a daredevil, but not even he would go that far.
Of course! Mr Wannabeedwardcullen!
He'd witnessed Vincent dusting himself off with a good dose of Marlene's fairy glitter once or twice, so the name seemed to suit him. Skipping off gleefully, Reno headed for the Gold Saucer basement, glad that he now had a purpose.
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As soon as Reno entered, he realised that the basement was unnaturally silent. And empty. Except for a coil of rope that was on the ground, beneath a clearly visible wooden beam-which happened to lead to a door.
Next to the door was a gun-Cerberus in fact. And next to Cerberus was a spear. A...no-name-brand spear.
And when Reno opened that door, he regretted it.
Vincent and Cid were...'expressing their emotions'. A good thing for them, perhaps, as they really did need to let go of the fierce feelings they seemed to contain so often. Maybe not such a good thing for Reno, though. He'd seen a lot in his time, but nothing quite so horrific.
And to make it worse, Reno actually got a giddy feeling from it. "Ahh...Nothing like a good ol' dose of yaoi to ease the troubled heart..."
Vincent and Cid looked up with glares of death flashing on their faces.
That phoenix down wasn't going to do Reno any good now.
Damn. I knew I shoulda chosen that tissue!
