Initial Author's Notes:
¹ - 'Capellirossi' means red-head in Italian and in this story, it is Reno's real last name since the creators of FFVII never gave him one. I got the term/idea from drakonlily on 's fic (with her permission of course), "Symphony: I Tried". Go read it! It's about Reno and it is beyond amazing! Go read it!
² – for the purpose of this story, Reno's height is 5'7" (the same as Cloud), or 170.18cm. Carys in her 'normal' state is 5'6.75" or 167.005cm; this means she is a quarter of an inch shorter than Reno, literally, and in heels she is taller than he is (how much taller obviously depends on the heels!). However, as Alpha, she is 6'1" or 185.42cm (the same as Sephiroth) and significantly taller.
Now that we have those important little points out of the way . . . this is a fan fiction, obviously. What that means is that any and all copyrighted materials and characters from FFVII or elsewhere belong to Squaresoft/Square Enix and the respective copyright owners. Not me. All that is mine is the original plot, original characters (in some cases, giving original names and/or personalities and roles to pre-configured characters that are not as well defined: prime example, the Turks who aren't given much back story), and content of this story specifically. The titles of each chapter are derived from the songs that gave me the main inspiration for the 'theme' of that chapter, the feel or emotion I wanted to convey if you will. Sometimes, the songs I listened to relate to the chapter and that portion of the plot. So, if you've never heard a song you see selected here, maybe you could look it up and it'd be insightful to my process and the story in general. Originally, this story was inspired by the song "Fallen Angels" by RA and takes part of its title from that song as a result; there is a dedication to that song, still, at the beginning. However, this re-write of my story, 'Fallen Angels, Lost SOLDIERs' was largely prompted by the song "Back To You" by Selena Gomez from the OST of the show '13 Reasons Why' (which I have not actually watched yet; go figure), and Disturbed's "You're Mine", which it will now in part take the inspiration for the new name from.. Those songs are the main underlying prompts for this re-write, and as such can be accepted as a recurring loop of background music to the whole story. Kind of like my love for this story, which has undergone more than a few re-writes already (some that never even saw the light of day on the inter-webs; prior versions did/do exist both on and on ). This all started as a fun prompt from a friend in high school because she knew Reno was my favorite character despite him having only a little concrete character information. That is how this was initially born as a story concept, and it has grown ever since. I will never really abandon it, because it is my guilty pleasure to write it (and my other fan fictions). Now, enjoy!
"Because You're Mine"
Story formerly known as "Fallen Angels, Lost SOLDIERs"
By: ProfessorAmaya (formerly KazumaRokubi on ) a.k.a www. deviantart shinranightrain (remove the spaces)
"Fallen . . . broken . . . simply dissolved, into an incomplete thought. An empty shell cracked, and disfigured. With no remorse, I have been blinded by the Darkness. With no disdain, I have received my punishment. And with no haste, I await them . . . ." - this is the introduction from the song 'Fallen Angels' by the band RA. It is from this intro on the song that I first drew inspiration for this story. Therefore, quoting it is just proper.
"Prologue: Bye Bye Beautiful"
The meddling Turk lay on the floor where he had fallen; Hojo looked him over once more while contemplating an idea that had just occurred to him . . . . Yes, perhaps the Turk could yet be of use to him in more ways than one. A twisted smile crossed the vile face of the scientist as he had the Turk moved into the lab under the mansion. He then went in search of the stricken Lucrecia; when he found her, he spoke very softly, but then he needn't speak loudly of the idea that he believed she would gladly accept.
"Lucrecia, what would you say if I were to ask you to donate an ovum for an experiment?" Hojo's voice was silky and hideous all at once, but it did its job as Lucrecia's head snapped up, tears streaking her cheeks, and she studied him: he knew she was trying to decide for herself what game he was playing at, but he felt no need to be concerned even if she did figure it out. After all, she would not be able to stop him even if she did come to the correct conclusions.
"Why?" It was the only thing Lucrecia had the ability to say in her grief and suspicion.
"I should think that would be obvious. You are the only female scientist left since Gillian Hewley is already spoken for, and you are already carrying my child. The procedure is simple and would not interfere with the pregnancy: I simply remove a mature ovum directly from your ovary and do what I will with it. There would be no consequence to you, and with what I plan to do with it would not matter either way, as it will undoubtedly not result in a child or even a viable specimen. So, I ask again: what do you say to my using one of your ova for an experiment?" Lucrecia swallowed hard, and Hojo resisted the urge to smirk: he knew he had won.
"What are you going to do with it?" Her voice nearly cracked.
"Just fertilize it and see what happens to the development when I expose it to mako and Jenova cells; this way I will not have to study the one growing in your belly. I would think you would prefer this method since it is completely noninvasive on your pregnancy and poses virtually no risks whatsoever. I am also considering testing that strange matter that you found on it: The Chaos gene isn't it? On the other hand, perhaps the Alpha gene would be better. Both options will work for me really, and of course I'd want to be able to dissect it. Of course, if you'd rather not . . . ."
"Alright!" Lucrecia's sharp and shrill finality as she spoke was comical to Hojo, and it told him just how truly grieved she was over the Turk. "Please, just don't tell me what happens to it when you're done with it." Hojo did smile now, and it was with heinous pleasure that he did so. After all, she had technically just given him her permission to do what he wanted as long as she did not have to hear about it.
"Oh, don't worry. I will not tell you that." Now Hojo smiled, and it did little to comfort her. "I am not a cruel man after all. Now come along Lucrecia; it is dinner time."