"Strange meetings, quick partings"
By: Wildchild Laio
This story centers around Reno and will contain shounen ai + a tasteful (?) amounth of angsting ...and allso I'm taking huge liberties with a couple of the characters...If you can't tolerate that I am playing with the FF7 boys, changing a few minor (...)details in the FF7 storyline, DO NOT read any further...(Allso, as you might allready have noticed...my english is terrible...)
The first thought that struck Reno as he opened his eyes and found that he was laying on top of a bed in a small, dimly lit room, was that he'd fucked up royally. Judging by the starlit sky he could see trough the rooms single window, it was probably in the middle of the night.He was still dressed in the clothes from yesterday, the half way buttoned, red shirt haphazardly hanging over the front of his worn black leather pants. The matching leather jacket hung over a
chair by the door. Suddenly he became aware of the weight beside him on the bed and his green eyes widened slowly.
"Gods…please don't let it be THAT again…" he groaned hoarsely.
Slowly he managed to turn over, his face ghostly pale from the pain in his head that this effort cost him. There was another
man in the bed alright. A fully dressed, soundly asleep young man. Reno sighed with relief and then the memory of yesterday struck him.He'd gone out on one of his drinking sprees and he'd puked his guts out and then this guy had picked his sorry ass out of the gutter and probably saved him from getting mugged or worse…
Reno stared at the other mans face, almost hidden behind the unruly mass of raven-black hair.
He was muscular built, but at the same time he looked young, probably not much older than
Reno himself. It was a kind face, a face used to smiling and laughing. But there were tired lines
around the eyes as well. Eyes that probably had seen too much at a too early age.
Such was the life of a soldier. Reno felt a twinge of sorrow at the thought.
"I don't remember your name….but you sure are a saving angel…" he whispered in a weak voice.
He closed his eyes and as he slowly drifted off to sleep he couldn't help thinking that there was something amazingly familiar about the man…Damn it if he could remember…
When he woke up next time a face vas hovering inches over his. He let out a startled yelp and pulled away, wide eyed. It was only a boy, dressed in the kind of worn clothes that the people of the lower section of Midgar city so often wore.
"Mister, I think it is time that you leave…" the boy stared at him with huge nervous eyes. "I know your friend paid for you but my parents are home any minute now and they won't be happy I let strangers in over the night."
Reno looked around. His saviour were nowhere to be found. He'd left. Reno felt both relieved and a bit disappointed. He hadn't even had a chance to thank him.The boy continued to stare at him openly, and then with a blush he hurriedly turned away.
"I'll give you a few minutes but if you're not out by then I'll have to call the sector guard."
With that, the kid quickly exited the room.Reno buried his face in his hands and groaned. He had to get out of here before he created a even bigger mess.It was then that he remembered to look at his wrist watch. Doing so he let out a low scream and a row of terrified curses. He was late.
Never had anyone of the Shinra employees seen the young Turk move as quick as he did as he ran trough the corridors. He knew he was late, no more than late, he'd probably missed more than half the meeting by now. Elena would be angry, Scarlet and Heidegger would punish him severely, that was, unless Rufus killed him first that was.
Stopping outside the door he drew a shuddering breath and straightened up. Squaring his shoulders and assuming his usual lazy grace and self-confident smirk, he reached for the handle. His insides where trembling like jelly. He slipped inside soundlessly and immediately felt eyes upon him. Reeve was eyeing him quizzically but without malice. Elena was siting in a chair, surrounded by the two empty chairs that belonged to Reno and Rude. She was wearing a pale, stoic expression that was ruined somewhat by the fact that she was clutching her notebook so hard it looked as if it might snap any second. Reno would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that a certain blonde was watching him from the other side of the room with all the intensity of a serpent readying for the kill. Rufus sat by the end of the long table.
"So good of you to join us at last", the young president said with that deceptively calm voice.
It was then that Reno knew he would not get out of this room without blood being spilt. His blood.
Rufus Shinra was pressed from all sides: there was the constant threat of the meteor and the end of the world. Sephiroth roaming about the countryside and massacring Shinra soldiers and employees. There was that annoying thorn in the side, Avalanche, and that mysterious ex-Soldier Cloud with his gigantic sword. On top of that, the Junon canon would have to be moved from Junon to Midgar in case of new attacks. Heidegger and Scarlet were not doing a good job of getting it done either. All in all Rufus Shinra was probably more than happy to have someone to wreck his built up frustration upon. Reno had no doubt he'd have the honour of being precidential punchingbag. He was quite used to being the company scapegoat by now. Sighing he closed his eyes and waited, not really bothering listening to what was being said around the table. Not really caring about the hard eyes he felt glaring at him.
He thought of the never ending grass fields outside of the city and what he wouldn't do to be out there battling Cloud and the other rebels.
"Hell, even facing Sephiroth would be better than being trapped among the serpents in this hole", he thought ruefully. At least then his death would be a swift one...
TBC...
By: Wildchild Laio
This story centers around Reno and will contain shounen ai + a tasteful (?) amounth of angsting ...and allso I'm taking huge liberties with a couple of the characters...If you can't tolerate that I am playing with the FF7 boys, changing a few minor (...)details in the FF7 storyline, DO NOT read any further...(Allso, as you might allready have noticed...my english is terrible...)
The first thought that struck Reno as he opened his eyes and found that he was laying on top of a bed in a small, dimly lit room, was that he'd fucked up royally. Judging by the starlit sky he could see trough the rooms single window, it was probably in the middle of the night.He was still dressed in the clothes from yesterday, the half way buttoned, red shirt haphazardly hanging over the front of his worn black leather pants. The matching leather jacket hung over a
chair by the door. Suddenly he became aware of the weight beside him on the bed and his green eyes widened slowly.
"Gods…please don't let it be THAT again…" he groaned hoarsely.
Slowly he managed to turn over, his face ghostly pale from the pain in his head that this effort cost him. There was another
man in the bed alright. A fully dressed, soundly asleep young man. Reno sighed with relief and then the memory of yesterday struck him.He'd gone out on one of his drinking sprees and he'd puked his guts out and then this guy had picked his sorry ass out of the gutter and probably saved him from getting mugged or worse…
Reno stared at the other mans face, almost hidden behind the unruly mass of raven-black hair.
He was muscular built, but at the same time he looked young, probably not much older than
Reno himself. It was a kind face, a face used to smiling and laughing. But there were tired lines
around the eyes as well. Eyes that probably had seen too much at a too early age.
Such was the life of a soldier. Reno felt a twinge of sorrow at the thought.
"I don't remember your name….but you sure are a saving angel…" he whispered in a weak voice.
He closed his eyes and as he slowly drifted off to sleep he couldn't help thinking that there was something amazingly familiar about the man…Damn it if he could remember…
When he woke up next time a face vas hovering inches over his. He let out a startled yelp and pulled away, wide eyed. It was only a boy, dressed in the kind of worn clothes that the people of the lower section of Midgar city so often wore.
"Mister, I think it is time that you leave…" the boy stared at him with huge nervous eyes. "I know your friend paid for you but my parents are home any minute now and they won't be happy I let strangers in over the night."
Reno looked around. His saviour were nowhere to be found. He'd left. Reno felt both relieved and a bit disappointed. He hadn't even had a chance to thank him.The boy continued to stare at him openly, and then with a blush he hurriedly turned away.
"I'll give you a few minutes but if you're not out by then I'll have to call the sector guard."
With that, the kid quickly exited the room.Reno buried his face in his hands and groaned. He had to get out of here before he created a even bigger mess.It was then that he remembered to look at his wrist watch. Doing so he let out a low scream and a row of terrified curses. He was late.
Never had anyone of the Shinra employees seen the young Turk move as quick as he did as he ran trough the corridors. He knew he was late, no more than late, he'd probably missed more than half the meeting by now. Elena would be angry, Scarlet and Heidegger would punish him severely, that was, unless Rufus killed him first that was.
Stopping outside the door he drew a shuddering breath and straightened up. Squaring his shoulders and assuming his usual lazy grace and self-confident smirk, he reached for the handle. His insides where trembling like jelly. He slipped inside soundlessly and immediately felt eyes upon him. Reeve was eyeing him quizzically but without malice. Elena was siting in a chair, surrounded by the two empty chairs that belonged to Reno and Rude. She was wearing a pale, stoic expression that was ruined somewhat by the fact that she was clutching her notebook so hard it looked as if it might snap any second. Reno would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that a certain blonde was watching him from the other side of the room with all the intensity of a serpent readying for the kill. Rufus sat by the end of the long table.
"So good of you to join us at last", the young president said with that deceptively calm voice.
It was then that Reno knew he would not get out of this room without blood being spilt. His blood.
Rufus Shinra was pressed from all sides: there was the constant threat of the meteor and the end of the world. Sephiroth roaming about the countryside and massacring Shinra soldiers and employees. There was that annoying thorn in the side, Avalanche, and that mysterious ex-Soldier Cloud with his gigantic sword. On top of that, the Junon canon would have to be moved from Junon to Midgar in case of new attacks. Heidegger and Scarlet were not doing a good job of getting it done either. All in all Rufus Shinra was probably more than happy to have someone to wreck his built up frustration upon. Reno had no doubt he'd have the honour of being precidential punchingbag. He was quite used to being the company scapegoat by now. Sighing he closed his eyes and waited, not really bothering listening to what was being said around the table. Not really caring about the hard eyes he felt glaring at him.
He thought of the never ending grass fields outside of the city and what he wouldn't do to be out there battling Cloud and the other rebels.
"Hell, even facing Sephiroth would be better than being trapped among the serpents in this hole", he thought ruefully. At least then his death would be a swift one...
TBC...