Chapter 8
By Crystal Snowflakes
Author's Notes: Enjoy! Merry Christmas and Happy Boxing Day! Oh, and it's updated later than usual because I was busy doing Boxing Day shopping this morning. Ha ha. :) Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy 7 does not belong to me... mopes
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When he awoke, he glanced down at the woman who had curled herself at his side. Her head was on his chest, his arms around her waist and he couldn't help but think of how alike they were of two lovers embracing each other in their sleep. He shook his head, clearing the thought of his mind. She's eighteen. She was drunk. I was sober. We were both lonely and I needed to get fucking laid. Reno Chalmers does not bond with anyone. He was about to get up when another thought crossed his mind, and plus, she wouldn't remember. So what's the point anyways? We didn't do anything. The kisses they shared last night came back into his mind. He shook his head again.
Moving Yuffie's head off his chest and onto the pillow, he got up slowly. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and headed towards the showers. He needed one badly anyways.
When he was finished with his shower, he was about to wake Yuffie up when he heard his voice coming from the living room. Slowly, he walked towards it.
"Reno... I..." She stuttered slightly and flushed red, not knowing what to say. His naked chest had done nothing to help her in any way.
Yeah, I know. You were drunk, you're sorry it ever happened. You're sorry you kissed Reno of the Turks. Now what else is fucking new? He thought to himself, annoyed at how easy it was to guess what her thoughts were.
"I wasn't drunk Reno." She said quietly, then her voice became louder, "I remember what happened last night... I wanted that."
Reno glanced at her, curious and partly shocked, although he had hid it incredibly well, "Wanted it?"
She nodded.
A grin appeared on his face slowly, "I told you. You can't keep your hands off of me. So who was it that said that a certain Turk was scrawny and ugly?"
Yuffie rolled her eyes. "Me. You are scrawny and ugly. I'm just attracted..." ...To someone seven years older than me... Oh dear Yuffie. What will AVALANCHE say when they hear this? What will Godo say? Or the whole Wutai population!
Reno sat down beside her, his chest bare.
Slowly, she leaned on his shoulder. "Reno?"
"Yeah babe?"
She gulped, "I know the kind of person you are... I know, you don't tie yourself down. No commitments, just one night stands, I know. But I just wanted to let you know..." She cleared her throat softly.
"Damn right." He said, but looked at her head that was sitting on his shoulder.
She closed her eyes, "I don't know what I'm feeling for you Reno... Maybe it's something that will go away in time, maybe it's not. But I think... No. I know... I know it's something very special..."
No commitments Reno Chalmers. No obligation, no responsibility, no nothing. Being a Turk is enough, you don't need more burden. Remember? That was the reason you never had any girlfriends. One night stands. He glanced down at her head and at that very same second, she looked up. "...We can try." That was not what I was going to say.
A small smile formed on her lips.
And he found himself congratulating himself for saying something right, and then he closed his eyes and once again, closed the gap between their lips. Just give her what she wants. Besides Reno, it's not going to last. Soon enough, she'll grow out of this and when that time comes, I can go back to my non-responsible relationship. Just this once, I'll try this. Just once.
Then a final thought came in his head, you really are a fucking pedophile Reno Chalmers.
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Just this once, just this once... Reno thought to himself. What are you? Fucking insane? He snapped at himself. Why the hell did you tell her you'd fucking try?
For several minutes, he had been pondering about why he agreed to try in the first place. She didn't expect you too, fucking Reno... You just had to be a fucking dumbass and tell her you'd try...
He groaned softly and muttered under his breath, "Stupid brat. It's all your fault. If you didn't tell me about your feelings... Fuck."
"What are you mumbling to yourself about now, Turkey?" Yuffie came out from the washroom, her hair in a complete soaking mess as she tried to dry it with a towel.
He raised his eyebrow at the sight of Yuffie wearing his t-shirt. It was obviously too big for her, seeing that it was reaching past her knees. And then he had to use all his willpower to look away from her bare legs as well as the t-shirt that was getting damp from her hair...
"So?" She asked again.
He composed himself quickly, "Nothing. You just took your damn fucking time brat."
Yuffie frowned, "It was just fifteen minutes. Stop whining Turkey." She rolled her eyes. "Come on Reno, let's go out for breakfast."
Reno looked at her up and down several times, "With that?"
She looked down, "No you stupid Turkey." She said as she chuckled, "I'm going to go change."
He smirked impishly, "Need help?"
She rolled her eyes, "No, you big pervert!" As she walked into his room, she scrunched up the towel in her hands, then threw it at the smirking redhead.
It barely missed his head as he started chuckling. Life is going to be very different with her around...
Little did he know, the woman in his room was having the exact same thought.
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"I wonder if it's going to snow this Christmas." Yuffie said as she glanced out the windows while rubbing her hands together, attempting to warm herself up.
Reno too, looked out, squinting his eyes in the process. "Naw... Not in Midgar anyways. The Meteor fucked up the temperature quite a bit. Maybe in a few years... If you want, after this whole AVALANCHE kidnapping bit, we'll go spend a few days at Icicle Inn and go snowboarding."
She grinned, "Okay, you promised."
"No babe. I suggested it. I did not promise you."
"Promised."
"No promises." Reno said again, then added, "Brat."
Yuffie scowled, "Turkey! Always wrecking conversations..."
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Just trying to get you off the topic sugar." Then he gave a grin.
She blew upwards at her bangs that were covering her face, "You're a real jerk, you know that?"
"Well aware."
She rolled her eyes.
"Come on Yuff, bring your hands on the table."
She raised her eyebrow, "Why should I? And for that matter... Yuff?"
"Yuff makes us sound... closer." He gave a smirk and wink that made Yuffie want to retch and blush at the same time, "For the love of Holy, put your god damn hands on the frigging table."
She shook her head, "What do you want to do anyways?"
Reno sighed, frustrated, and ran his hand through his hair, "You are the most annoying individual in the whole world."
She stuck her tongue out playfully, "Damn right! Friggin' proud of it too!"
"If you're not going to put your hands on the table, then sit your ass beside mine."
She shook her head again.
As if giving up the argument, Reno stood up and walked towards the seat beside hers, "You are so infuriating."
Her only response was a grin.
"Now give me your damn hands before I lose my temper and grab them from you."
Reluctantly, she gave him her hands. And to her surprise, he slipped on a mitten for her, but when she glanced at the color of the mittens, she nearly died laughing.
"Not a fucking word Kisaragi." Reno threatened. "Don't look at me like that! 'Lena made me the gloves last Christmas. It's not my fault she made it pink... She says it matches my hair."
Yuffie bit her lips. "They're very pretty and warm..." She grinned. "And pink." Then began giggling incessantly.
Reno growled as he stood up and was about to walk back to his seat when a hand grabbed his.
"Come on Turkey. It was a joke. Sit back down." He sat down. "Thank you... I appreciate your concern." She gave a smile, "Stay in this seat for breakfast... It's nice being able to hold onto your hands."
All of a sudden, an uncharacteristically feeling overwhelmed Reno and at that very second, he never wanted to let go of her hands.
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Yuffie closed her eyes tiredly as she stifled a yawn.
Reno glanced at her, one hand on his wheel and the other entwined in her grasp. Then he turned his eyes back to the front. Subconsciously, he began rubbing her hand with his fingers gently. "Tired?" He asked.
She opened one of her eyes slightly, "just a little."
"Then nap. I'll wake you up when we arrive."
She was surprised by the kindness he showed her, despite his sarcastic remarks and snappy comments. Smiling, she replied. "All right. Thanks."
"Welcome."
When no reply came from the Wutain, Reno glanced at her once again, and was partly surprised that she was already half asleep. Poor girl... Must be really tired. A smile graced his lips.
A few minutes into the silence, Reno's cell phone had interrupted the peaceful setting.
Flipping his cell open quickly with the hand that was holding onto Yuffie's hand, he answered his phone, hoping that it wouldn't wake up a certain sleeping beauty beside him. "Who's calling?"
"It's Tifa. I really don't have time right now. Please don't interrupt me. Cid went down to get a pack of smokes because he ran out today, but during his trip, the Saw phoned him. We're heading there right now, but we hope you can get there as well, just in case we don't come on time."
He gave a momentary look to Yuffie, "Where is this place?"
"Cid said he was at some place near the Midgar Diner."
"Gotcha. I'll be there in a few. Bye." Without listening for a reply, he hung up and at the same time, with his free hand, he shook Yuffie awake. "Wake up babe."
Her eyes went wide with alert. "What is it Reno?"
"Fuckin' pilot got a phone call from the Saw. We're getting our asses there now. Put your seatbelt on."
Without a question, she snapped her seatbelt in place.
Stepping on the accelerator, Reno spun his car around 180 degrees, then sped off again.
"What the hell are you doing Reno?!"
"Cid's near the Midgar Diner. That's where we had breakfast."
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Stepping out of the car at the same time, they looked around.
Yuffie looked around, her Conformer out. "We'll split up. You go left, I'll go right."
"No."
She glared at him, "Why not? Cid's in danger! If we split up, it'll go faster."
"We don't know how many people we'll be against. And plus, what if they get you too? They're after AVALANCHE, aren't they? You're part of them too. If you want to split up that bad, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."
"You're such a pain in the ass."
Reno pulled her by the arms, "You know I'm right. Arguing here is just wasting more time."
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Cid was getting desperate. He didn't know what to do. If they could capture Barret in such a short time, they'd have an even easier time catching him. He wasn't even twice the weight of that fucker!
He was standing in broad daylight, half a block away from that Midgar Diner, hoping that backup would come soon. His weapon was drawn out, drawing suspicious and nervous gazes towards him, but at the moment, he didn't give a flying fuck about what other people thought about him. All he wanted was to fucking return to Rocket Town to his wife, safe, and at some point, kill the fuckers that have Barret and Reeve.
"You know, Highwind..." A suggestive voice sounded, "Standing out in broad daylight won't do a thing for you. We will still capture you... Only disadvantage, for you, that is, of course, is that those who interfere in any way will be terminated. And by terminated, I mean killed. Brutally."
"What the fuck do you want from AVALANCHE?" He turned around slightly and caught sight of her face.
She laughed, "Nothing with AVALANCHE." She gave a catlike grin, "I'm not lying either, Cid Highwind. We want nothing from AVALANCHE."
"Then why Reeve? Why Barret? Why me?"
A smirk, "Let's just say... bad luck, shall we?" She shrugged, "So have you made up your mind yet? Are you going to stay in broad daylight and have a few people killed, or are you going to be a good boy and let us capture you."
"No fuckin' way I'm going without a fight."
She smirked again, "I thought you'd say that... Your friend said the exact same thing. We just knocked him out after a few seconds... I have no doubt the same will happen to you." She snapped her fingers.
In the alley behind her, a little less than a dozen people showed.
"Gabriella... Just finish him up. I want to go play pool later."
"Harold, don't be a whiny bitch."
"Gabriella, don't be a bitch." Harold replied.
Cid, taking advantage of the argument, readied his weapon.
Gabriella snorted, "Just shut up. I'll deal with you later. Right now... I have Mr. Highwind to deal with." Smiling in quite an evil way, she drew a gun from behind her. Those around her moved forwards slightly.
"Almost a dozen against one old man." Came a voice somewhere. "Don't you think that it's just slightly unfair, Gabriella Ross?"
Suddenly, her lips curled up maliciously, her eyes showed a glint of spite as she recognized the voice and the red hair. "Reno Chalmers of the fucking Turks." She spat out. "Nice to see you again, piece of Shinra scum."Cid glanced backwards just a second, and despite the fact that he was a Turk, and nonetheless the Turk he hated the most, he felt relieved.
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Author's Notes: Shorter than usual... Maybe it's from the amount of slacking this week because of Christmas. Been so busy doing Christmas shopping as well... But yeah, hope you enjoyed! Next chapter should be out by next week! Thanks guys! :) And last thing, I'm going to revise it another time, probably. I just went over it quickly because I'm lazy as hell :P
-Crystal Snowflakes
Sunday, December 26, 2004
