A/N: Beware of FLUFF. Serioulsy, this thing is pretty discustingly fluffy. I don't really like it that much, but I don't have anything else to upload. So, enjoy and if you smuther yourself, don't sue me.

Disclaimer: Not mine, no suing.

Certain risks come with being a ShinRa employee. Everybody knows that. Those risks tend to double if you're a Turk, and triple if you're name is Reno Sinclair. Everybody knows this. So, because our job holds a high fatality rate, we tend to stay away from any potential emotional relationships.

But what happens if it was never meant to be an emotional relationship? If it was just a one a one time thing, turned into a two time thing, then a monthly thing, and a weekly thing, until you're skipping out of work early just to meet each other for lunch because you can't seem to spend enough time together?

It was never supposed to be an emotional thing. Turks don't get happy endings. The first time we set foot into the ShinRa headquarters we expected, we knew, we would die on duty. We don't get married and have kids and have a happy life. Leave that to the sane people. The bar owners and air ship pilots. Not Turks, we don't get that luxury.

You can see why an emotional relationship wouldn't really be beneficial. Then you start having something to live for, something to lose. Turks are hard and cold, we have nothing. Nothing you can take away, or hold hostage. Love, hate, revenge, these things cloud your mind, make you weak in battle, and cause missions to fail and comrades to die.

It's the unspoken law of the Turks: don't love. When you love someone, you protect them. When they die, you avenge them. Either way it always ends in disaster.

Luckily, since Turks are such bastards and all, we have no trouble avoiding warm fuzzy feelings from the people we come in contact with. Cause the are none. Nobody likes Turks. Nobody likes Turks.

Right?

We're hated. Demonic. Evil. Bastard sons of bitches that just want to screw over the whole world for their own enjoyment.

Especially me.

That's what they say, right?

"I hope those bastard Turks all burn in hell, especially that damned Sinclair."

So why would anybody in their right mind love me?

They'd have to be completely mental.

Why would anyone love me?

But he does.

He does.

He's right in front of me, telling me he loves me more than anything. And he wants to be with me.

Why?

Why is he telling me this? I'll only hurt him . If I don't end up having to fight against him again, then I'll just die or leave him. It would never work out.

So here's what I should do.

Stand up, kiss him on the cheek , tell him I'm sorry and no. then walk away as we both try our damndest not to let our tears spill. No crying, no pain, it's for the best. The following weeks, months, years, we'd always see each other, but never look at each other. It's over. It's something that was, and could never be. A constant awkwardness we just ignored.

And then, as predicted, on a mission gone wrong, or caught in a revenge plot, or maybe just from lung cancer, I would die. A Turks death. They would bury what's left and go on. No attachment to anybody.

Who'd have thought a drunken one-night stand could lead to this. It shouldn't have. So I should say no.

But I can't. The words are out of my mouth before I know they're there.

Yes.

Yes I think about you all the time.

Yes I worry whenever I'm not around you.

Yes I want to spend the rest of my live with you.

Yes I love you.

And just like that, we'd gone from rivals, to comrades of sorts, or friends, to lovers, and now engaged.

I was fucking engaged to Cloud Strife.

I had failed as a Turk.

Rude is going to freak. I bet Tifa will think he looks sexy in a tux.

I am engaged to Cloud Strife.

And I love him.

And he loves me.

And screw the Turks, we've broken every other law, who'd going to care about a few more.\

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