Author's Note: This fic takes place slightly before Tseng's death over the
black materia. It deals with how Turks deal with their emotions. This is
completely opinion. Enjoy! With No further ado, here is:
Dealing With It
"Bless me father, for I have sinned... It has been a day since my last confession, these are my sins: I tortured and murdered three men after cutting out the tongues of their wives and children. I then set five to the building with the women and children tied up. All the while I was thinking about getting home and relaxing. I stole a motorcycle and killed its owner... I am sorry for these and all my sins."
"My son, this if the fifth time this week you've come to me with such things. I begin to wonder if you are truly sorry. Still, I absolve you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."
"It is how I live father. Shinra is a cruel master in ways."
"Care to tell me about it?"
"I would but then I'd have to kill you."
"Tell me your worries my son."
"I worry about so much. When I go into work I know I'll be told to kill or torture or do other such things but it doesn't bother me. I mean it is what I'm trained to do, it's my job. Kill or be killed. Yet this is not something I fear or hate... I love it."
"Oh dear... That is not good."
"I know father, but sadly, you've heard too much..."
"I would not speak of it to anyone."
"Can't take that chance... May the Lord keep your soul."
Then all there was was the smoking gun in the Turk's hand, and the blood pouring from the priests head. Death had been the only choice. No one could ever consider a Turk weak. He'd have to find a new church now, a new place to confess his sins. Oh well, more priests died that way. The Turk tossed the gun onto the body and turned away. This sin would wait for a while.
All was silent as he strolled over to the candle stands, and lit a large, blood red candle. As the flame leapt up and burned brightly, he turned away, shoving his fists into his pockets. While he strolled down the aisle, his shoes clicked softly against the marble floor, breaking the solemn silence. With both hands he pushed open the church doors and stepped out into the pouring rain. Reno Fletcher flipped his collar up, sighed and strolled down the streets of Midgar towards his apartment. Nobody else was on the street, the sound of the gunshot in the church doing well to scare them off. 'Rain,' he thought, 'it washes away our sins in a way little else can.'
They said there was no sin greater than Reno's destruction of Sector 7. They said that nothing worse than Sephiroth destroying the world could happen. But those were the past and the future, which meant nothing to Reno. He preferred to think of the here, and the now. Here and now he was outside of his apartment, keys in hand and with the door opening. With a yawn, he tossed the keys into a bowl on the table by the door. Trying to remain silent, as to not wake his roommate, Reno tiptoed to the bathroom. Sometimes a hot shower could help him to burn the emotions from his flesh. Odd how such a simple thing could help him to cope with what he was, and deal with the fact that he could have no emotions. All Turks had a way to deal with what they did for a living, and a way to push aside the emotions they were discouraged from having.
Once his shower was over, Reno crawled into his bed and wrapped his arms around the warm body beside him. There was a sigh, and the tense body relaxed. Reno noted how his lover was most relaxed when they were together. Sadly, this was one of the sins he was proud of. With a grin he pulled the larger body against his own, receiving an annoyed groan. Rude shifted to look at Reno as he woke.
"Where have you been?" Rude asked, his voice slowly replaced with a yawn.
"Same place," Reno said, burying his face between Rude's neck and shoulder.
"One of these times you should come with me... This whole belief that what we do is a sin will only drive you mad Reno."
'Is there anything better than a crazy Turk?' Reno thought and yawned. "Can we just go to sleep?"
"Reno... did you shoot another priest?"
"Yes I did..." he replied after a delay.
"It's not a good way to deal with this... It shows anger," Rude said, wrapping him tighter in his arms.
"And Turk's aren't supposed to have emotions..." Reno said with a sigh.
Dealing With It
"Bless me father, for I have sinned... It has been a day since my last confession, these are my sins: I tortured and murdered three men after cutting out the tongues of their wives and children. I then set five to the building with the women and children tied up. All the while I was thinking about getting home and relaxing. I stole a motorcycle and killed its owner... I am sorry for these and all my sins."
"My son, this if the fifth time this week you've come to me with such things. I begin to wonder if you are truly sorry. Still, I absolve you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."
"It is how I live father. Shinra is a cruel master in ways."
"Care to tell me about it?"
"I would but then I'd have to kill you."
"Tell me your worries my son."
"I worry about so much. When I go into work I know I'll be told to kill or torture or do other such things but it doesn't bother me. I mean it is what I'm trained to do, it's my job. Kill or be killed. Yet this is not something I fear or hate... I love it."
"Oh dear... That is not good."
"I know father, but sadly, you've heard too much..."
"I would not speak of it to anyone."
"Can't take that chance... May the Lord keep your soul."
Then all there was was the smoking gun in the Turk's hand, and the blood pouring from the priests head. Death had been the only choice. No one could ever consider a Turk weak. He'd have to find a new church now, a new place to confess his sins. Oh well, more priests died that way. The Turk tossed the gun onto the body and turned away. This sin would wait for a while.
All was silent as he strolled over to the candle stands, and lit a large, blood red candle. As the flame leapt up and burned brightly, he turned away, shoving his fists into his pockets. While he strolled down the aisle, his shoes clicked softly against the marble floor, breaking the solemn silence. With both hands he pushed open the church doors and stepped out into the pouring rain. Reno Fletcher flipped his collar up, sighed and strolled down the streets of Midgar towards his apartment. Nobody else was on the street, the sound of the gunshot in the church doing well to scare them off. 'Rain,' he thought, 'it washes away our sins in a way little else can.'
They said there was no sin greater than Reno's destruction of Sector 7. They said that nothing worse than Sephiroth destroying the world could happen. But those were the past and the future, which meant nothing to Reno. He preferred to think of the here, and the now. Here and now he was outside of his apartment, keys in hand and with the door opening. With a yawn, he tossed the keys into a bowl on the table by the door. Trying to remain silent, as to not wake his roommate, Reno tiptoed to the bathroom. Sometimes a hot shower could help him to burn the emotions from his flesh. Odd how such a simple thing could help him to cope with what he was, and deal with the fact that he could have no emotions. All Turks had a way to deal with what they did for a living, and a way to push aside the emotions they were discouraged from having.
Once his shower was over, Reno crawled into his bed and wrapped his arms around the warm body beside him. There was a sigh, and the tense body relaxed. Reno noted how his lover was most relaxed when they were together. Sadly, this was one of the sins he was proud of. With a grin he pulled the larger body against his own, receiving an annoyed groan. Rude shifted to look at Reno as he woke.
"Where have you been?" Rude asked, his voice slowly replaced with a yawn.
"Same place," Reno said, burying his face between Rude's neck and shoulder.
"One of these times you should come with me... This whole belief that what we do is a sin will only drive you mad Reno."
'Is there anything better than a crazy Turk?' Reno thought and yawned. "Can we just go to sleep?"
"Reno... did you shoot another priest?"
"Yes I did..." he replied after a delay.
"It's not a good way to deal with this... It shows anger," Rude said, wrapping him tighter in his arms.
"And Turk's aren't supposed to have emotions..." Reno said with a sigh.