Not Your Kind Of People - Chapter 2
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Yazoo sat at his shabby wooden porch, dusking off with his fingers the remaining dust out from his hair. He let the keys on the floor, leaned in one of the wood's beams, and undressed his coat. The night was hot, damp, and he was feeling confused. He just wanted to look at the desert landscape, without focusing on anything in particular and hoping it would quiet his mind. He felt exhausted, and at the same time agitated, some rather nauseous, and most of all, curious as hell about that awkward night. "Why did it happen? What will happen now?"
A couple of hours earlier, Yazoo and Loz went to a club that sponsored motor racings, paying the winner in cash. He wanted a new bike, Shinra's garage kept him busy, but it wasn't a proper job, so Yazoo wondered about checking the place. How they knew and done things they never had learned before was another prize in their ordinary lives. From now on, he was a mechanic and Loz was a bartender. Loz wasn't going to the club for fun either but working. Seventh Heaven would provide the extra stock of booze to let all those humans drunks and pretending to themselves they were free.
Yeah, they wanted to destroy the planet once, and now, the planet revenged against them with low salaries, bills, emotional crises, and such. After Loz had closed the front door of the bar, they started to load Cloud's truck. Strife Deliveries. A motor boy defeated them, and Yazoo chuckled thinking about the stupidity of that reality.
Loz tilted his head at him, not understanding why Yazoo laughed. He told him and Loz just groaned something, chuckling too.
"Having fun guys?" Tifa came through the back entrance, carrying another box, and Loz promptly went to help her. She greeted Yazoo and followed with Loz to the truck.
"I'll lock the door, do you have the key, right?"
"Yep."
Yazoo remained leaned on his bike, not paying attention at them until their speech lowered, almost a whisper. He veered his head at them and saw Tifa's hand on his brother's one when they said goodnight to each other. Weird.
"Have fun Yazoo," she said with her ever-present condescending smile.
"I won't, but thanks, Tifa."
"Open your mind, just flow with the wave, and you might like it," Tifa smiled at him, making a swirling motion with her hand. Yazoo chuckled, thinking the girl was different nowadays. She waved at his brother and Loz flashed her a wide smile.
"Have you ever be in a club, brother?" Yazoo had never and was curious, but already imagined that it would not be his kind of place.
"Hn. A couple of times, just working. It's noisy, dark, but sometimes the beats are worth to sense. The good point, it's so crowded that nobody pays attention to me."
"That's why you are wearing this black cap?" Yazoo pointed out at his brother's head while grabbing another box. Loz chuckled.
"No, though the girls like it."
He was handsome in that attire, jeans, black leather jacket, and that fleece cap. Loz was a success with women, even at the time of their pursuit for Mother. Perhaps it was why Tifa was weird, full of looks, and swirlings.
"Loz do you have someone to mate?"
Loz carefully placed the box on top of another and stared at Yazoo. His brother was clueless about everything that evolved how to behave in society, and they even had classes to do that properly, surely the rubbish doramas didn't help Yazoo either.
"We don't say mate brother, but dating someone, and even if it were only for the sex. Hn, I'd like to have sex, but I wish to date someone, not only for the sex. I like to see how people act with their clans. They remembered me about us in the past and I want to have a family again, one day."
Yazoo nodded at him with a smile. Loz appeared positive at building a new life. The big mass of muscles was sensitive to emotions, too bad Loz did not feel like watching the doramas with him. He would enjoy it because it had all those crap of loving and forgiveness his brother liked.
"I hope you find what you are looking for, Loz. Moreover, I wish you won't feel disappointed."
Loz tilted his head at him, " I appreciate, brother, and how about you?"
"I don't know yet," Yazoo's short answer along with the hurry to pick up more boxes, showed Loz that his brother wanted to end the conversation.
"Yaz, at least try to interact with someone. The longer it takes, the weird it gets."
It was already weird a twenty-two young man virgin, not only in sex but also not even a kiss. Since that Lifestream kicked them out, Yazoo was trying to blend in the curb without success. He was too tall, too silver-haired, weird green eyes, all sorts of characteristics that in Loz, made women and men fall under his feet, not even linking him with the meteor.
Yazoo, for another side, put people distrustful. At least, it was what the young man believed.
"How in the hell they did have time to matting while searching for Mother and I did not? Why I never had any interest in this in my life? Indeed, I will need a social life if I want to breed, eventually. Do I want to do this? I don't feel so attracted to do this. It's not sanitary. Most of all, who would willingly accept to mate with me?"
"Hey! Let's go!"
Yazoo was lost on his thoughts, and Loz snapped his fingers on his face, bringing him back to reality.
"I would like you to share with me what do you think, brother."
In the very deep, Yazoo felt as scared of the world as he imagined the world would be of him. Loz said that people were giving a fuck for them nowadays, and most did not even know who they were or what they have done in the past.
"Are you and Tifa mating?"
"What? No! Don't say mating, Yaz, and why in the hell did you think this?"
"I'm just asking."
"Well, no. You are just changing the subject towards me to avoid talking about you! C'mon, we are already late."
"Exactly."
They drove to the club, each one in their transport. It was out of the Midgar section, in the middle of the way of their home, which means one hour of endless desert roads. After a long while, far colored streams of light appeared behind a curve, indicating the place.
Yazoo parked his motorbike close to Loz's and amazed himself with the structure of the club. It was huge like an ancient temple, the wasteland surrounded the place, hiding strategic roads to the Highway. They strolled forwards the back entry and began to unload the boxes. Yazoo saw a considerable amount of great motorbikes parked outside the place, but tonight there were no racings. A private party was going on, all the club only for the guests, Loz was a worker, and Yazoo was a gatecrashing. When Loz opened the door, they entered in some kind of pantry, dropped all the booze in there, and showed his brother the entrance to the club.
"I will check the racetracks, but I won't last long. Ok?"
"Yep, though feel the beat before. Go and give a try brother."
Loz blinked at his brother and only to have brought him was worthy. He knew that after twenty minutes or so, Yazoo would call the night. They were different, Loz enjoyed a lot to be in a place like that, observing the people around and how they behave with the corner of his eyes. They seemed joyful and energized. Alive. Drugged and drunk more than everything, but somehow lose. Loz hoped the experience could help to relax the uptight posture of his brother towards people. No one would run from him in fear and despair. Yazoo should get real soon, and Loz wanted it badly, afraid of Shinra's intervention on their lives. Safety never was something released to them, he was aware, but at least, they could try, and Yazoo had to make some effort from his own.
Pathing through a fainted lighted corridor, Yazoo saw a black door, opened it, and entered the club's hall.
Loud voices of chattering, giggles, another hall revealed a bigger space and extremely loud music. Circling lights in many bluish colors, hanging from a very high ceiling. A bartender stopped by his side with a tray full of beers. He said something and pointed at his Loz, behind a giant counter who waved at him, putting a beer on his hand. Amazed by the lights, Yazoo could not stop looking at the ceiling, watching the lights dancing over the place, making drawings in the air. He has never entered a place like that and has never imagined he would like. Excited, Yazoo stood next to a column, in a darker spot, and closed to a surface as Loz suggested.
He did not want to look like a freak when using his senses. When Yazoo touched the surface of what seemed a wooden wall with incomprehensible drawings at that, the music stopped. A man, in a higher place, in the opposite corner of the dance floor shouted something about the new music, and the people cheered.
Yazoo stretched his neck to perch above the crowd. He did not see anything in special, as if he knew at what he should be looking for. Suddenly, the man shouted again, and the music began to elevate. Loud, people were jumping out of the floor. Yazoo felt goosebumps all over his neck. The louder beat, wild and rightful, he liked it. A lot. He leaned in the wall, deeply breathed, outstretched his pale hand on it, and closed his eyes, feeling the dissonant accords of the beats.
Loz knew the things. It thrilled him, the thuds vibrated through his palm, tingled his fingers, entered into his veins, and rested in rhythm with his heart. He stayed there, sensing with his touch all the harmony, lyrics, and instruments that he didn't acknowledge, emotions that he ignored coming up through the music. Fast, higher, better, amazing, delightful, and alive. He opened his eyes again and smelled the air, foggy with the cigar, perfume, and a mist they had let out. He approached the next column, closer to an empty counter. Again, stretching his body to the structure, Yazoo tried to feel the beats this time, with his spine, leaning his back in the wooden surface.
"Oh, Mother!" he gasped.
It was pleasurable in the same way as when he raced with his bike. Freedom of mind and senses. He would catch it all and pulling the beer in one counter, placed both hands behind his back enlacing the column. Yazoo closed his eyes as if in a trance while absorbing the new welcome feelings, not only outside his shell but also inside his body.
The streams of light, extremely intense, were crossing the dance floor, and it stopped in the center of the saloon. Yazoo perceived the change of light. At the same time, he opened his eyes, a flash of red hair bouncing in the air appeared at his sight. He gasped in disgust, cursing his luck. It had been one week since he had freed himself from Shinra's surveillance, Reno was the last person he imagined to see or wanted to meet again.
Reno, wearing just a pair of black leather pants, jumping in the air as an ape around some friends. Instinctively, Yazoo backed off to a darker place, scanning the area. He did not saw other Turks. The redhead was on a day off.
Reno was in a group, in the center of the spotlight, waving their hands in the air, then pushing each other, crashing their chests together in a weird jump ritual. No one could convince him that Reno wasn't an ape, savage, and primal like one, though Yazoo was curious, "This will be scientific, strategic, and fun to spy who spies me. Destiny is a bitch with me though."
The Turk had a bottle in hands now, given by a young girl in a very short black dress, long pink ponytails, and pretty face. They began to dance slowly, together like cheek to cheek, even with the louder music. It intrigued Yazoo that shared moment in the middle of the curb.
"Is that possible, humans could sense like me and Loz?"
For Yazoo and Loz, the 'sense' was nothing more than completely 'see' the structure of something with all his, well, senses. They knew humans did not have this enhancement, and in Yazoo's opinion, it was why they loved liquors and drugs.
Curiosity completely installed, he perched another darker spot, close to a stair in a higher stage. He encased his hair in a loose ponytail with his fingers and pulled up the cap from his cotton coat, and now, he would study Reno the idiot.
The girl stretched out her tongue for Reno, and a small pill was there to the redhead. He promptly grinned and sucked it from her tongue, Yazoo frowned in disgust. After emptying their bottles, they started to dance, some tribal pace, like playing guitar, and then coming back to their group.
The spotlight changed, also the music, but it was still visible clear around Reno and his entourage. He danced more humanly now on Yazoo's eyes. His skin was very pale, in a different tone of Yazoo's own and Loz. Through the clothes, Reno appeared skinny. He was not. He had a slender body as Yazoo, ripped with strong and flexible muscles, six-packs abs, and the back printed with several tattoos.
The white light danced over his body while he jumped in the air and clapped his feet on the floor. The drug should have kicked. He was frantic, shaking all his body with the music. The girl came back and she grabbed Reno's waist, descending to his belly. He pulled her hair up and deeply kissed her. Without any idea of why, Yazoo gasped, eyes still fixed at the group. They giggled and jumped in the air, starting their odd tribal ritual again. Reno swirled his body, covered in sweat, the chains of his belt swinging in the air, collapsing into his loins, and buttocks. Now, he was shaking his shoulders towards the girl and a tall, bulky, and blond man. They swirled together in a kind of trance. Slowly and compassed with the sound.
Yazoo watched at it breathing quicker than usual. The scene was strange, not hygienic, and somehow extremely, he had not the right word to explain though. He felt his face flushing in the darkness. Used to simple words to describe his past simple life, Yazoo tried to focus what he perceived from watching at the trio.
They thrilled and disgusted him causing curiosity, and apprehension at the same time. Breathing even quicker than before, Yazoo's eyes widened when all of them kissed each other. The blond man, licking Reno's neck, and the girl sucking his mouth. Then, Reno stretched his arms behind his head, letting it rest over the man's neck, and they rocked their bodies, slowly, so close, without care for the music's rhythm or the people around. Seconds later, Reno lifted his head for the man, and they whispered something to each other. The girl left them, letting Reno and the man dancing alone. The man wore a black cap as Loz and was handsome. With a pull on the redhead's ponytail, the blond man grabbed Reno's buttocks, locking him on his arms in a messy, fully exposed, tongue kiss.
Yazoo did not have time to see their next move. The damned spotlight caught his side of the dance floor and he had to leave. That was kissing, and he did not remember seeing someone doing this at daylight or at least, close to him. Gods, he needed to socialize and find someone brave enough to kiss him. "What the hell is going with me? I need to get out of here."
What happened next, he would avoid if the scenes had not disturbed him so much. Yazoo chose the wrong path out of the dance floor and got stuck in the way. People were leaving the bar because a show would begin soon, and the entire place was clear now.
His will; drew a gun and make his way out, but instead, he disengaged into a corner and waited. It was the very moment when he saw Reno at the big counter where Loz worked. They greeted each other and Loz mechanically poured a shot for him and his friend, turning his back to attend at other requests. Hanging on the counter, four girls melted after Loz. A pretty blondie even touched his cap, playing with his hair, "Hmpf and I was the allured one, allure my ass."
Yazoo finally was free to go. He crossed the other side of the place, sneaking up in the walls, and headed to the exit he had come in. In the same moment, the light cannon spotted him out, and he froze for a second or two, blinded by the clarity. He blinked a few times and his eyes met Reno's ones. Yazoo touched his head. No cap, just shining silvery hair denouncing his presence. They glared at each other, a glimpse, but enough to Yazoo watch the man moving out of the counter and stretching himself to see above the mass of people. Without knowing why Yazoo gulped and rushed to find the pantry's door, vanishing inside it, fast crossing the way out to his bike.
Once out, he stopped to catch air and shook his head, wondering what kind of nonsense it would be if Reno reached him. The scenes just seen danced on his mind, awakened an unknown desire until now, to try it out mating. Dating as Loz corrected him. It also kind of disgusted him because it was Reno doing those things, though. Perhaps it was the cause of feeling weird from his stomach.
"Oye! Sooner than we both had thought, hun?"
"Shit", Reno probably used another exit and surprised him from behind. Yazoo veered his head, "This is not my kind of place and you are not my kind of person to bump with," and stepped back to go to his bike.
"Loved to see you too, sweetheart. What the fuck are you doing here?" The mockery, the ironic expression on Reno's face, all seemed designed only to irritate Yazoo, "I don't owe you explanations."
"You are rude. Hey, don't turn your back at me."
Yazoo pointed his middle finger at him, and fast-paced towards his bike, mentally cursing it was far from his way. However, the Turk seemed obstinate to follow him.
"Fuck off Reno, I don't want to fight."
"And if I want? Would you run to your mommy? Oh, there's no more mommy to help you."
"I don't fight drunk stoned people. It's cowardice, and it suits you better than me. "
"Don't let your eyes deceive you, baby."
"Don't call me that."
"I got it, you granted yourself just because of that alien plague. I want to see how you would do here, real-world, no dark magic to help you. Hey, look at me, Yazoo!"
Reno continued following behind and sighing louder, Yazoo turned his body at Reno, clenching his fist, he could not believe in what was becoming the end of his night. Reno calling him to a fight in the middle of nowhere. It was a joke from destiny upon him.
"What do you want Reno, to have your skinny ass beaten by me again? Leave me alone."
"Look who talks, I will make you swallow that stuck up rich lady face of yours. C'mon no guns or weapons."
Yazoo frowned at him and stepped back when Reno walked towards him. The Turk would attack him! Though his bike and Cloud's truck was close, he would not run and let Reno brag himself that Yazoo was a coward.
"You will regret this, Reno."
Yazoo thought about giving him the ground and pound in seconds and then go home satisfied. Thankfully, there was no one else in the parking lot. It would be easy.
Although, Reno was not lying when he told about not let his eyes deceiving him. He surprisingly fast dogged Yazoo's tripped boot on his leg, jumping to not fall while giving him an arm-lock, and slammed Yazoo against Cloud's truck.
"See?" Reno was stronger than Yazoo had thought, he was out of shape, or the Turk was right about the magical power from Jenova. The Turk locked his arms behind his back, gripping him hard, pushing his face against the truck's metallic door.
"Now, I can say you are not a clone, just an ordinary weak guy. Smells like a loser! "
Yazoo could have swallowed it and go home, but when he heard Reno sniffing at his hair and chuckling, he lost it. He would give a damn if the end of his already spoiled night would be in jail, Loz would lecture, or an expensive fix on Cloud's truck.
Yazoo smirked, and even with his arms locked, pushed Reno backward using his foot to kick over the truck's door, dragging Reno along with him to the floor, and pressed his neck, immobilizing him. Yazoo locked his legs around his ribs, tightening the blow until he heard the redhead gasping for air.
"Weak, ordinary, and beating your ass again."
With a strength that Yazoo blamed for the drugs, Reno disengaged of the blow and slammed Yazoo's back on the sandy soil, punching his ribs, dust shortly blinding him. "No! How am I losing? I always beat that moron! Dear Mother, I'm going to kill him."
Even with the huge pain, Yazoo managed to punch Reno's abs with his knees, he would not let him stand from that floor.
Reno grabbed his arms, painfully crossing them above his head, pressing hard his weight against Yazoo's body, trapping him to the ground. Again, surprised by the extreme agility, Yazoo fell on the floor, with another punch on his ribs.
"I'm fucking kill, you bastard," it was hard to breathe, but rage kept Yazoo trying to fight back.
"It's not what it seems from my point of view."
They stared at each other and for the first time, Reno saw Yazoo's eyes shining in the dark. He felt his anger through his panting breath, twisting his body to push him out while Reno did the contrary. After some very uncomfortable seconds, Yazoo snorted at him to get out, but Reno seemed very pleased with his 'victory'.
"Get the fuck out of me."
"Why? To let you snare me? I don't think so, but try to let out or,"
Yazoo tried hard to push himself up and he was succeeding when Reno applied more strength on his grip, the movement extremely weird for any possible watcher of that fight.
"Or what? Get the fuck out of me."
"Say that you lost and I'll let you go. I'm a cool guy!"
"Why are you always such a bully with me?"
Yazoo grunted like a caged beast, showing his teeth and squirming his body in a vain attempt to free himself. His arms ached with the Turk's tight grip and it was impossible to move them.
"Because you are always so fucking aggressive with me!"
Yazoo tried to push Reno out forcing his feet against the soil, causing the only advantage to his opponent, who slid his body forwards, increasing the pressure to lock him between his legs. Anger controlled him so intensely that Yazoo felt his blood boiling, which gave him the strength to lift his abs even with the pain of Reno's blow. Then, the man's right knee prevented him, very close to his wounded rib.
"Stop! You lost! Stop or I'll kick your ribs until break it!"
Reno could bet that if he were not pressing the correct nerve that paralyzed Yazoo's arms, he would bite him.
"Fuck, why this is hot? What?"
The thought as fast as Reno blinked his eyes, scared him. He fixed his eyes at Yazoo, trying to focus and not relax, but the drug kicked hard on his mind.
"Get the fuck off Reno! Now! You are a prejudiced bastard! "
"I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
It was childish to believe that Reno would understand something like that being an imbecile on Yazoo's view. However, he was aggressive indeed, but only on his self-defense. Only with him, Yazoo did not walk on the streets punching people around.
"No! Admit that I beat you!"
Yazoo smirked and Reno wide opened his eyes, it was so sadistically lustful. "Fuck, he's a sociopath, why in the hell I'm thinking about this, oh shit!"
"You got me unarmed, on my back, in my way out home. Such a victory suited for a coward!"
"I'm unarmed too, stupid. Still, you are on the floor and I'm on top. Say it and I release you. Oh, was it only because of Jenova's power? I got it now."
Reno smirked, knowing it would infuriate Yazoo. He got so close that he could feel Yazoo's warm breath on his face, panting with the effort to get free from his grip while shouting at him. Again, the thought of Yazoo biting his neck appeared on his mind, and something weird hit on him. He shook his head to shove it away.
"You need this to feel better about yourself?"
"I'm already feeling very good. I'm drunk, stoned, and put you in the ground! I'm feeling super, bitch."
Thinking about surprising Reno while he was demanding his acknowledgment to soothe his childish pride, Yazoo ceased his movements. Reno was a vain guy, it would be easy to distract him to make him lose his grip, awaiting Yazoo admit his defeat. In the meantime, he would kick his ribs. If he could move his hips a little right to turn himself out of him, he would succeed. It was ridiculous his situation and he mentally cursed himself.
"Get off me!"
"No!" Reno pressed harder his blow, forcing himself even closer to Yazoo's face.
"What now, want even to steal my air? I can't fucking breathe, Reno, get out! "
Yazoo could move his hips and he did it, Reno would eventually lose his balance.
"No. Say that you lost."
Reno noticed Yazoo's attempt to free himself, twisting his hips. Either his groin. He could not have a boner under his, his 'enemy'. Yazoo moved a little bit more and Reno pressed his hips with his knees. "Oh shit," He was confused, stoned, and his mind was begging to dazzle-free. The drugs were opening his perception, making his skin sensitive, he feared to lose his strength and ending up falling backward, with Yazoo punching on his face. "He's so fucking hot...No, no, dear good fairy of the drunk's ones, please not let me do this. Maybe, he's not my enemy anymore?"
They were face to face as they never had been before, Reno was losing his balance above Yazoo's lap, and curved himself more. In that position, Yazoo would feel if he had a bulge on his pants. Unfortunately, what he feared happened; he relaxed his grip on Yazoo's forearm, lost on the man's eyes, shimmering its greenish light at him. He was losing focus on the situation. Then, everything kicked, the drug, the alcohol, the adrenaline of the fight, he could blame at it all of that, but the truth was he also did not know. "He's beautiful. And I'm so fucked up."
They stared at each other, Reno noticed Yazoo's long eyelashes and the exquisite shape of his cheekbones. The fleshy, moisture lips. He was sweating, his bangs glued on his forehead, and had his face flushed. He had known Sephiroth, he was a handsome man, but his clone, related or whatever was something beyond this, Yazoo was gorgeous, and Reno saw his allure for the first time. At the top of his tripping.
"Your eyes, they are shining."
"Get off me."
"Nope."
Yazoo gulped with the proximity and oddly lingered his eyes at what he has never noticed before, small freckles around Reno's tattoos. What a stupid thing to pay attention in a moment like that. He also noticed his jawline and the thin rosy lips, pale skin, the veins were visible on his neck. He could smell Reno's perfume, tobacco, and booze. It was so weird and scary the fact that he could kick out Reno off him, but instead, remained unmovable, staring at his freckles, jawline, and lips. He wanted to push away the scenes on the dance floor, but it kept coming on his mind.
Reno ceased his concerns, also the part of his mind that could protect him from serious injuries. He got even closer to the warm breath of Yazoo's mouth.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Yazoo frowned at him, intrigued with Reno whispering apologies, especially after 'he' had pushed up a fight between them. He would argue something back, but Reno cut his speech, he had his eyes locked at Yazoo.
"I mean it. I'm sorry and it's not a prank."
Yazoo nodded at him, casting down his eyes, disturbed by their closeness, and then returning his look at Reno's face. He seemed sincere about his words.
"Ok. Now get off me."
Reno kept his eyes at him; his previous threatening look changed at something that Yazoo could not comprehend, however, he had seen it before. The redhead tilted his head, staring at his lips. Yazoo gasped, wondering if he was crazy or Reno would kiss him.
Seconds passed with that tension gripping his chest, Yazoo imagining what could happen if Reno does that, and how he would react at having his first kiss. From Reno. He felt his groin pressing him, the warmth of his shirtless body felt good, and he has never had another person over him. Not even in a fight, moreover for so long. "Move Yazoo. Push him out; push him out!"
Yazoo whimpered when Reno brushed his mouth on his lips. He felt the softness of the skin; slightly touching the nether part of his lip, the scent of his breath on his mouth. Yazoo liked it. He would let him kissed him, fast like that, he made his mind and pressed his upper lip on Reno's half parted mouth. Yazoo felt the warmth of the act, not properly a kiss, but the sensation of skin against skin.
With his eyes narrowed, Reno felt soft, fleshy skin under his lips. He tasted it, feeling it warm, moist, and craved to dive his tongue on Yazoo's mouth. The boner under his pants came in twice and it was a fact that by now, Yazoo was aware of the bulge.
"Why in the hell am I doing this, and why am I wanting this so badly? Damned Yazoo. Fuck it! I'm so stoned, he's so hot. Is he? Will I regret it later? Am I alone here?"
"Fuck, Reno! I can't let you alone for one minute! "
Almost shouting when he heard another voice, Yazoo pushed Reno out of him, utterly ashamed, angry, and full of all sorts of unknown feelings crashing over him. He quickly stood up, and ran towards his bike, listening to the thuds of his heart on his ears. "Get out," he mentally said as a mantra on his mind to turn on his bike and not look aside. The blond guy was clearly upset with the scene, it was already hard to explain for himself what happened, what to say for another person. He had time to see Reno sitting on the floor and lighting a cigar, before vanishing on the road.
"Fuck, I wasn't alone…" Reno whispered to himself.
Now Yazoo was there at his porch, going back over and over the last part of his night, trying to understand what reasons Reno could have in mind to kiss him, and why he let him. Even craved for it.
However, one thing Yazoo decided; he would have a proper kiss, and sex would not be a strange issue for much longer. He would solve that uncomfortable situation, not for him, but it seems it was for his brother, as Loz was always pressing him to have a social life. He also decided he would not kiss Reno again. Too complicated and somehow weird, plus he betted Reno would not remember anything the next morning or he would like to forget as Yazoo as well.
"What an irony this life. Reno will be forever my first almost kiss. Gross. "