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Promises List In A Hotel Room
The bellboy opened the door, entered the suite, and stammered a welcome to the weird trio in front of him.
Before Reno could get inside the room, Nanaki approached him, blocking the entrance with his impressive size, and his tail bumped on Yazoo's nose.
"Hey, you're in the way." Yazoo frowned at the feline, scratching the tip of his nose. He was curious to have a glimpse of what seemed a weird room.
"It's my night off, and I just want to have a peaceful dinner, can you cut this for me?"
Reno tiredly nodded at the feline, while Yazoo boringly rolled his eyes, sighing at Nanaki.
"At last."
Nanaki returned his scorning look at him with a snort. What a petulant brat.
"It was a pleasure, sweetie. Oh, c' mon don't pout, sweetie is not an offense."
Reno let out another tired sigh and pulled himself in front of Yazoo. He was almost on the feline's mouth, feeling his breath because of the short distance between all of them squeezed in the corridor, but no way he would let Yazoo argue with Nanaki again.
"Thanks, Mr. Nanaki and sorry for the mess. Just one more thing, do you know if the observatory is open tonight?"
"It's closed at night."
"Enjoy your dinner."
Yazoo said with a mockery face and crossed his arms over his chest.
Nanaki narrowed his eyes at him with a smirk and tilted his head, observing the undeniable resemblance with Sephiroth not only physically. He shook his head again, staring at the unlikely pair wondering how in the hell the Sephiroth's remnant and a Turk became boyfriends. There's no accounting for taste.
"Pretty please allow me, sweetie."
Turning his body to the corridor, Nanaki paced towards the exit and left through the stairs.
With the full sight of the room, Reno facepalmed, and Yazoo opened his mouth, staring at the suite. In the hall, an explosion of red-flowered wallpaper almost blinded them along with the neon letters welcoming the honeymooners in flashing pink. To say it was tacky was a compliment and Yazoo sighed, veering his head at Reno.
"Fellow's trip, hun, Reno?"
"It was the only room available online."
The bellboy hurried to open the master suite to explain the facilities of the room.
"Ahem, the bathroom has a shower, Jacuzzi, bathrobes, assorted amenities including a basket with hun... intimate accessories, displayed on the bedside table. A comfortable king-size bed and a living room with a balcony viewing the Canyon's landscape. The menu is on the table, and have a good stay with us in the Canyon Inn, oh, and congratulations on the wedding."
"Oh, Mother..."
The bellboy extended his white-gloved hand with a smile at Yazoo, who rolled his eyes tilting his head at Reno.
"Hey kid, is that couch over there comfortable?"
Yazoo asked without looking at Reno, and crossed the hall, gasping at seeing the bedroom even more flowered and campy. A swan-shaped towel adorned the covers on the bed and a weird chair that Yazoo pointed with a frown.
"Yes, it is sir. Oh, this is the love chair, and there's a guide over there for full enjoyment."
The bellboy blushed, averting his eyes to stare at the floor. Rolling his eyes, Yazoo raised his hand, signaling with his head to both men leave the bedroom, and closed the door shut.
"Why the fuck I left home today?"
Sighing, Yazoo scanned the room, blushed after seeing the love chair's guide, and threw it upon the bed. "Humph. Why do I insist on this?"
Since the beginning, Reno planned a sex trip with him. The bad part, Yazoo also had the same idea, but as always happened with them, the things ran out of control. A monster in the way, a fight for life, a fight between them because they were very good at this, a talking feline, doctors, police, prejudice, and more tauntings.
He went to the bathroom and seeing at a big bathtub, adorned with more rose petals, Yazoo he smiled.
A foam bath was one of his wishes for the trip, so far, probably the only one he would achieve. After picking up one of the amenities, displayed in the sink counter, Yazoo frowned with a gasp.
Shampoos, shower gel, soap, and even the lube were from Gongaga. He wondered, if he were to have sex with Reno, Gongaga's lube would of help, and it was weird but funny because somehow Vincent would help them. Shaking his head, Yazoo remembered he was pissed off with Reno, and sex would not happen because they spoiled the mood again among them. Rolling his eyes, he also wondered why the sex issue comes and goes on his mind since they started the trip.
In the hall, Reno cursed, the bellboy seemed glued on his spot, and only after received his tip, left the room.
"I won't put up with his shitty mood, and I won't sleep on a fucking couch either. What the fuck have I done, now? Sensitive motherfucker, fuck you, let's fight!"
Cursing even more, with face red in angry, Reno carelessly dropped his backpack on the floor and stepped to the room.
He opened the door without knocking, and one boot almost hit on him.
"Get out."
"What the fuck! Don't..."
Yazoo threw the other boot, and Reno caught it in the air, tossing it away out of the room. Yazoo flinched on the bed, in alert regarding the level of the redhead's rage. He wondered why it somehow made Reno hot and felt his cheeks burning.
"No, you listen to me, ok? Fuck, it was an unbelievable situation! We could have died."
Mentally, Reno cursed, shaking his head because he wished to sound much more furious than he had been, and looking at Yazoo, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes down to the floor, he halted. He hated dealing with feelings, and he was sure Yazoo was not only mad at him but disappointed.
"You are unbelievable. We stayed one more hour with the police because you said that I have alien's cells, from Sephiroth. They heard the name and looked at me as if I was him. They even did not care to know about the monster anymore, but my cells, if I were clean, or would contaminate the city with geostigma or another pest. The police chief asked me if I killed the monster with rays."
Reno smirked, remembering the young's face at the police, but Yazoo did not find it funny and kept staring at him. Reno cautiously approached him and softened his voice tone. "Fuck, he's sad..."
"Hey, this is not prejudiced since you are enhanced, and all alien shit from Jenova's. Also, Nanaki already had recognized you as one of Sephiroth's remnants."
Yazoo lifted his eyes at him and Reno gulped.
"Stop calling me a clone, bastard! Get the fuck out of here. Now!"
Yazoo stood up from the bed and angrily pushed Reno out of the room, but the redhead nimbly veered his body, grabbed Yazoo's arms, and crossed them around his chest in a lock-grip against his body.
"Hey, calm down, where I am supposed to sleep?"
"Not here, get off me!"
"No, stop acting like an animal. Listen to me, I'm sorry."
"Animal? Fuck you Reno, and stop bullying me!"
Yazoo would step on Reno's foot, but aware of his maneuver, Reno tightened the clasp around him. Correction, now Yazoo was furious.
"Listen to me Yazoo, and stop squirming! My heart almost stopped when I looked back and didn't see you. How can you say that I am prejudiced? I just told them about your cells because Nanaki is also an Avalanche, and these people have eyes and ears everywhere. He would know it anyway, but the last thing that I wanted was to see Shinra or any other Avalanche member here to bother us. Why can't you see that I'm not here to do bad things to you, but the opposite?"
"You are not in my skin; that talking feline called me a product. You never had to prove yourself as a human being, Reno. It seems that I will never stop to do this in my life, including with you. Why did you bring me here? What the fuck do you want with me?"
He stopped to twist on Reno's arms, his voice lowered, and it hit on Reno that Yazoo had scars deeper than he showed, and he had just put salt on them. "You big idiot."
"I just wanted a good, relaxing time for us. It was never my intention to hurt you. What can I do for you?"
"Please, hurry on your shower, and let me go."
Yazoo tried to pull out his arms, but Reno held him a protective way.
An uncomfortable pause followed until Reno tried to soothe the things among them.
"Please, Yazoo, I'm sorry, for everything that you want me to be sorry, I just don't want to see you upset."
Reno kissed him on his nape, and Yazoo flinched with the gesture, not knowing if he should punch his face or stay in the comfortable warmth of his embrace.
That was the big problem with Reno when Yazoo was ready for fighting against him, on the top of his angry; the redhead disarmed him with unexpected reactions. Usually, with something friendly beyond Yazoo's expectations.
"I need some time for myself, let me go, please."
"Ok. I'm here if you'd need something, or change your mind and wanna join me."
Reno freed him from his arms and followed to his bath while Yazoo went to the balcony.
Once in the balcony, Yazoo pulled a chair and sat, watching the landscape. Far away, he could see the big canyons, lighted by the moon on the sky, and in front of the hotel, the observatory in a high cliff. Night had fallen and little by little, the village light up, shining points hanging on the houses, tents, and stores. How in the hell a supposed joyful trip became that total stress?
Yazoo shook his head, admitting that it was an unpredictable situation, but it did not exclude the fact that Reno called him a clone.
If they were up in getting to know each other, never call him a clone was one of the first statements. It was a degrading level of offense for him, and Loz. They already did not have parents, childhood, or past not related to Sephiroth, Jenova, and reunion. No previous life, memories only the donated by his creator and naturally the useful ones for battle. Nothing to bond him to humankind. So, why care to adjust to life if they were merely clones?
But the truth, neither Loz nor he wanted to live in this way. Two years later and their lives became so different from their first purpose, and Loz was right all the time. They eagerly wanted this second chance. Maybe Yazoo was a late bloomer in accepting this fact, but now it was too obvious. This afternoon though, he proved to himself the Jenova's cells are only a slight enhancement above the ordinary humans, but it would not save him from death.
"My clone powers... what nonsense…"
He did not tell Reno why he went behind during the monster's escapade. The redhead would point at him, cocky enough to say he made Yazoo believed in him because he knew the things, and he was a Turk.
After he got to a safe distance from Reno, Yazoo stopped his motorbike and closed his eyes, hoping to detain the monster. He had no clue about how he has done it in the past. But he wondered if his old magic would be only waiting for the right moment to return, like a life or death situation as they were at that moment, and maybe it could work.
It did not. Yazoo opened his eyes and shouted.
The monster, unstoppable, ran to kill him, and no magic would save his ass from those big teeth. He should be mentally disturbed in believing Reno's bullshit about his clone powers.
Whimpering, totally regretted of his nonsense, fearing his last hour had come for him, Yazoo barely had time to rewind his bike and pray to find Reno in that labyrinth trails.
Realizing what he attempted, Yazoo shook his head, thinking it would be sad to die alone devoured by a monster, soon after had experienced good sex and wishing for more. He wished to find a companion as Loz had on Tifa, and surely, it would not be Reno. Damn, the sex issue kept coming on his mind, and he would not lose an opportunity in the future. Yazoo wanted to taste different foods, drink more beer and wine, and find one of Loz's cocktails he would like. He should hug Loz more times and say how important he was in his life, and watch more sentimental doramas to learn about feelings.
He wanted to build a motor with mako; faster enough to save a life, in case of pursuit. Maybe he would learn how to cooking and regularly go shopping. Maybe, he would also buy better furniture for his home or switch places to live closer to his work, Loz, and civilization. In seconds, Yazoo thought about all those little ordinary things on life that translated the meaning of being alive itself, and he would not accomplish any one of them because he would be dead.
If he had died today, it would be for good. It was about time to let all his concerns, and why not say, his prejudice with life to haunt someone else. Reno was an imbecile with a full degree, but Yazoo admitted that sometimes, he could cut loose at his bullshits.
He also should relax, and not get jumpy all the time with his looks, cells and whatever related to Sephiroth. It's past, and it would not change.
"Tsk. Damn, Reno has a point."
Rolling his eyes and chewing his lower lip, Yazoo turned his head to the room. He could hear the shower still on. He turned to look at the landscape again, and sighing, he stood up from the chair and followed to the bathroom. Why not? He's alive, did not he?