III -- hangover
I /know/ you don't love me, Yuffie repeated in her mind as his hands violated her. His practiced tongue wandered, and she couldn't help imagining her stripped of dignity to all the eluded whores who'd felt the same fascination towards him. I /know/ this is simple sex working through your mind; and I know this is your lunchbreak, not a cropped plan to come visit me.
And however she hated his hypocrisy sliding wet against her, she wondered what would require of her to become something real in his eyes. Something he'd appreciate and cherish; and of course she would return the affection, for she had lacked so much of it as an infant. She wondered many things about Reno; whoever had him figured would be his true love, and she was but a pebble he'd collected along the path.
He was standing forth the window, his bare back seen from the spacious bed. Reno smoked more than the usual health lines would suggest, and as was common he stood puffing, ignoring anyone else's presence. He was the typical Midgar ex-hoodlum, in which certain traits could never be corrected.
Yuffie scoured the floor for given clothes and concluded with a thin sheet that had been tossed midst his taunting. Wrapping it around herself low on her breasts, she hesitantly walked over to him. She hurt inside, despite how many times before he'd done this to her.
"You have to go, huh?" Wiping a slick line of sweat from the side of her forehead, "Better not anger Mr. Shinra; you must adore your job to do that bullshit day in and out."
He tossed the half-smoked cigarette out the window, landing on a fresh tulip, "I don't /adore/ nothing about my job safe for the payment. As far as I'm concerned, /Mr. Shinra/ can shove Midgar up his ass; which is just what he's doing, if you want to follow an analogy."
Yuffie liked to fancy the fact they were such a nuisance to one another was for the two were constantly short-tempered and bothered; there was no time for nonsense, therefore subjects and grudges welled up inside them both until their occasional meetings. Perhaps Reno's hastiness was his measure of screaming his life's complications, while she just kept quiet.
She felt unsafe as a woman, pondering things more than she should.
"I can't imagine you being anything else than a Turk," said she, for now he'd his full uniform on, tying the ends of his shoelaces, "You fit the part."
"Then I suppose I should act the part," he said throwing the nightstick over his shoulder, "Later," and with a delicate kiss on her forehead, he walked off.
I /know/ you don't love me, Yuffie repeated in her mind as his hands violated her. His practiced tongue wandered, and she couldn't help imagining her stripped of dignity to all the eluded whores who'd felt the same fascination towards him. I /know/ this is simple sex working through your mind; and I know this is your lunchbreak, not a cropped plan to come visit me.
And however she hated his hypocrisy sliding wet against her, she wondered what would require of her to become something real in his eyes. Something he'd appreciate and cherish; and of course she would return the affection, for she had lacked so much of it as an infant. She wondered many things about Reno; whoever had him figured would be his true love, and she was but a pebble he'd collected along the path.
He was standing forth the window, his bare back seen from the spacious bed. Reno smoked more than the usual health lines would suggest, and as was common he stood puffing, ignoring anyone else's presence. He was the typical Midgar ex-hoodlum, in which certain traits could never be corrected.
Yuffie scoured the floor for given clothes and concluded with a thin sheet that had been tossed midst his taunting. Wrapping it around herself low on her breasts, she hesitantly walked over to him. She hurt inside, despite how many times before he'd done this to her.
"You have to go, huh?" Wiping a slick line of sweat from the side of her forehead, "Better not anger Mr. Shinra; you must adore your job to do that bullshit day in and out."
He tossed the half-smoked cigarette out the window, landing on a fresh tulip, "I don't /adore/ nothing about my job safe for the payment. As far as I'm concerned, /Mr. Shinra/ can shove Midgar up his ass; which is just what he's doing, if you want to follow an analogy."
Yuffie liked to fancy the fact they were such a nuisance to one another was for the two were constantly short-tempered and bothered; there was no time for nonsense, therefore subjects and grudges welled up inside them both until their occasional meetings. Perhaps Reno's hastiness was his measure of screaming his life's complications, while she just kept quiet.
She felt unsafe as a woman, pondering things more than she should.
"I can't imagine you being anything else than a Turk," said she, for now he'd his full uniform on, tying the ends of his shoelaces, "You fit the part."
"Then I suppose I should act the part," he said throwing the nightstick over his shoulder, "Later," and with a delicate kiss on her forehead, he walked off.