"Damn you all. Damn this planet and meteor and that goddamned maniac Sephiroth!"
Reno Shinra, the redhead member of Shinra special force, the Turks, slurred leaning against the wall.
The day had surely sucked. It couldn't possibly have gone worse than this.
Early in the morning he'd received a phone call from Rude. The quiet man had told him that he would
have to leave Midgar for a couple of days. Ha had refused to give a reason why and the call had ended
with a enraged Reno slamming the phone down.
Damn Rude, didn't he know by now that without him Reno couldn't functional properly? He NEEDED
the big dope at his back to feel secure. He needed him by the table when he drank himself flat drunk.
And to top things off Elena had been PMSing all morning, ranting on and on about the Shinra company
spirits and how Reno was ruining the image of the Turks with his outrageous behaviour.
Drinking himself into a stupor among the common soldiers. Not only that but he dressed
sloppy and smelled as if he hadn't had a shower in weeks. That last comment about the
smell had been ridiculous. Reno knew he didn't smell bad but whiny, stick up her arse,
Elena would seemingly jump at anything to have something to rant and rave about.
He'd slammed the office door shut in her face just for the hell of it.
And then he'd given the finger to the high and mighty shinra spirit and headed off to the
lower levels of Midgar, dressed as a commoner. After that, things had gone the way they
allays did when Reno tried something on his own. Quick and straight to hell.
He was drunk, his head swimming and his stomach hurting as if it had been skewered
with a pitchfork by an angry dwarf. Reno wanted to puke but he hadn't been
granted that relief. Instead he was swallowing air and thick saliva, wondering
if there was a way, short of killing himself, to ease the pain. He didn't think so.
Sliding to the pavement he groaned, hugging himself miserably. God he was
glad that Elena wasn't there to see him. She'd probably laugh her ass of and
then run straight to shinra HQ to report on him. Then president Rufus would
drag him by his hair into his private chambers and have his sorry ass on a plate.
Rufus was a scary son of a bitch. Reno had scars on his body to prove it. Reno
had hated old man Shinra but he hadn't feared him. He'd thought that when
Sephiroth had left the president dead as a speared fish , that things would
somehow change for the better. That was until the blonde sadistic maniac
arrived. No one had known about the existence of the son of the Shinra president.
No one except maybe for Scarlet. The old hag had a nose for gossip.
Reno smiled in a kind of dreamy happiness and then bent over and puked until his
stomach was empty. Shivering he sat there, staring in dreary fascination at the
weird, disgusting mix of alcohol.
"There goes 2000 gil," he murmured solemnly. He thought that maybe it had
been a terrible waste of money. Gods knew he needed to buy himself a assload
of healing potions and elixirs if the bigass meteor was going to hit the planet.
Although then again, if the meteor did hit - and by the glaring red look of it, it
would- there probably would be no need for elixirs or potions. He'd die like everyone
else and then he'd never have to be afraid of Sephiroth or Rufus shinra or any one
else in this big, fucking hostile world.
It was a tough that was almost reassuring.
" Are you alright?" The voice startled him and he looked up. There was a stranger
standing by the opposite wall. He was regarding Reno with calm blue eyes.
Glowing blue maco eyes. Soldier eyes.
Reno swallowed thickly and nodded.
"I'll live…" he giggled. "Then again, I'm already dead- we all are- so what does
it matter…Hey, would you help me haul my ass back inside? I'll buy you a drink!" The stranger shook his head.
"You're really out of it aren't you?- Then again, I guess that it is only a natural
reaction with that big monster in the sky, Sephiroth, and all. But I'm not going to haul your ass anywhere."
Reno managed to fix his green eyes on the man and snorted loudly.
"Fine, if you don't want to help me I'll have to crawl there on my own..."
The man stared at him openly.
"You expect them to let you in so that you can puke on their expensive carpets?"
he chuckled. "I don't think so. Hey, give up trying to poisoning yourself and I'll carry you to some place safe."
"You're to late for that…" Reno slurred, his voice faint." There's no place safe in this
world anymore…Besides, I don't usually follow strangers home on first meeting.
I'm not that drunk." he struggled against the wall, slowly finding foothold and then
he stood up swaying. Groaning in pain.
"Fuck…head hurts…Never learnt when it's enough. Going to puke again…The world is
going to hell and we're all going with it…I…I…."
Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed him carefully from behind. He jerked violently.
"What the fuck!? Don't touch me!" his voice was a ragged hiss, close on panic.
"Hush, you're going to fall. Just lean on to me. I'll get you home, where ever that might be…"
Reno shook his head.
"You're out of your mind…I'll puke on you…Why do you help me?" There was no answer
and slowly his muscles relaxed and he leaned back against the other man.
"Um…So anyway…what is your name," he heard himself murmuring.
"I am…I'm Zack." Came the reply after a moment of silence. Reno thought he heard a
hint of sorrow in the voice then.
"Zack huh?" Reno felt his eyes slowly closing as he was drifting into unconsciousness.
"Zack…why does that name sound so familiar." and then nothing. Reno smiled to himself lost in the darkness.
Maybe it isn't such a bad way to die in the arms of a handsome stranger.
Unfortunately for Reno, he was far from dead and the next morning he would awake with a
raging headache, next to his mysterious knight in shining armour....
Reno Shinra, the redhead member of Shinra special force, the Turks, slurred leaning against the wall.
The day had surely sucked. It couldn't possibly have gone worse than this.
Early in the morning he'd received a phone call from Rude. The quiet man had told him that he would
have to leave Midgar for a couple of days. Ha had refused to give a reason why and the call had ended
with a enraged Reno slamming the phone down.
Damn Rude, didn't he know by now that without him Reno couldn't functional properly? He NEEDED
the big dope at his back to feel secure. He needed him by the table when he drank himself flat drunk.
And to top things off Elena had been PMSing all morning, ranting on and on about the Shinra company
spirits and how Reno was ruining the image of the Turks with his outrageous behaviour.
Drinking himself into a stupor among the common soldiers. Not only that but he dressed
sloppy and smelled as if he hadn't had a shower in weeks. That last comment about the
smell had been ridiculous. Reno knew he didn't smell bad but whiny, stick up her arse,
Elena would seemingly jump at anything to have something to rant and rave about.
He'd slammed the office door shut in her face just for the hell of it.
And then he'd given the finger to the high and mighty shinra spirit and headed off to the
lower levels of Midgar, dressed as a commoner. After that, things had gone the way they
allays did when Reno tried something on his own. Quick and straight to hell.
He was drunk, his head swimming and his stomach hurting as if it had been skewered
with a pitchfork by an angry dwarf. Reno wanted to puke but he hadn't been
granted that relief. Instead he was swallowing air and thick saliva, wondering
if there was a way, short of killing himself, to ease the pain. He didn't think so.
Sliding to the pavement he groaned, hugging himself miserably. God he was
glad that Elena wasn't there to see him. She'd probably laugh her ass of and
then run straight to shinra HQ to report on him. Then president Rufus would
drag him by his hair into his private chambers and have his sorry ass on a plate.
Rufus was a scary son of a bitch. Reno had scars on his body to prove it. Reno
had hated old man Shinra but he hadn't feared him. He'd thought that when
Sephiroth had left the president dead as a speared fish , that things would
somehow change for the better. That was until the blonde sadistic maniac
arrived. No one had known about the existence of the son of the Shinra president.
No one except maybe for Scarlet. The old hag had a nose for gossip.
Reno smiled in a kind of dreamy happiness and then bent over and puked until his
stomach was empty. Shivering he sat there, staring in dreary fascination at the
weird, disgusting mix of alcohol.
"There goes 2000 gil," he murmured solemnly. He thought that maybe it had
been a terrible waste of money. Gods knew he needed to buy himself a assload
of healing potions and elixirs if the bigass meteor was going to hit the planet.
Although then again, if the meteor did hit - and by the glaring red look of it, it
would- there probably would be no need for elixirs or potions. He'd die like everyone
else and then he'd never have to be afraid of Sephiroth or Rufus shinra or any one
else in this big, fucking hostile world.
It was a tough that was almost reassuring.
" Are you alright?" The voice startled him and he looked up. There was a stranger
standing by the opposite wall. He was regarding Reno with calm blue eyes.
Glowing blue maco eyes. Soldier eyes.
Reno swallowed thickly and nodded.
"I'll live…" he giggled. "Then again, I'm already dead- we all are- so what does
it matter…Hey, would you help me haul my ass back inside? I'll buy you a drink!" The stranger shook his head.
"You're really out of it aren't you?- Then again, I guess that it is only a natural
reaction with that big monster in the sky, Sephiroth, and all. But I'm not going to haul your ass anywhere."
Reno managed to fix his green eyes on the man and snorted loudly.
"Fine, if you don't want to help me I'll have to crawl there on my own..."
The man stared at him openly.
"You expect them to let you in so that you can puke on their expensive carpets?"
he chuckled. "I don't think so. Hey, give up trying to poisoning yourself and I'll carry you to some place safe."
"You're to late for that…" Reno slurred, his voice faint." There's no place safe in this
world anymore…Besides, I don't usually follow strangers home on first meeting.
I'm not that drunk." he struggled against the wall, slowly finding foothold and then
he stood up swaying. Groaning in pain.
"Fuck…head hurts…Never learnt when it's enough. Going to puke again…The world is
going to hell and we're all going with it…I…I…."
Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed him carefully from behind. He jerked violently.
"What the fuck!? Don't touch me!" his voice was a ragged hiss, close on panic.
"Hush, you're going to fall. Just lean on to me. I'll get you home, where ever that might be…"
Reno shook his head.
"You're out of your mind…I'll puke on you…Why do you help me?" There was no answer
and slowly his muscles relaxed and he leaned back against the other man.
"Um…So anyway…what is your name," he heard himself murmuring.
"I am…I'm Zack." Came the reply after a moment of silence. Reno thought he heard a
hint of sorrow in the voice then.
"Zack huh?" Reno felt his eyes slowly closing as he was drifting into unconsciousness.
"Zack…why does that name sound so familiar." and then nothing. Reno smiled to himself lost in the darkness.
Maybe it isn't such a bad way to die in the arms of a handsome stranger.
Unfortunately for Reno, he was far from dead and the next morning he would awake with a
raging headache, next to his mysterious knight in shining armour....