M-chan: Sorry for the delay, happiness, Mindless Self Indulgence Concert, and self-hate towards existence came in my head. I've had a strange obsession with retro video games nowadays.
Seph: So, that's pointless. How?
M-chan: Finally, I found you! Do the--
Sephiroth: Disclaimer: This idiot does not own you, Final Fantasy VII; Rena is what she owns, though.
M-chan: Damn right, you sexy bitch….Thanks to those who reviewed! TAHNK YOU! MORE OF THESE WILL BRING ME FROM THE GRAVE OF LAZINESS! I EVEN WROTE SOME MORE TO PLEASE!
"Fuck no."
"Rena, please, after what happened, I really think--"
"I'm not in the mood, Zack. I'm not going."
Day three here in this hellhole. After the incident, I stayed in complete isolation. Hate and rage still coursed through my head. Such anger towards Sephiroth still buzzed in images. How I got hurt…when he glared at me…when he vowed my very torture. Who was I to care?
Like I was going to respect him like a obedient dog. Feh, where's the restraint? Well, the vent was bolted, then window was barred, and Pillow survived. Here I was, arguing with Zack over what happened. I was being called for training, and poor Zack was stuck coaxing me to follow along and take the injection.
The man was being so patient with me, he didn't bother yelling. I used every curse word, excuse, and even a health complaint of why I refused to go training. Still refusing to believe me, Zack stopped and took a deep, long breath. Tolerance of my own action slowly wore every layer of his patience.
"Rena, I'm not going to leave you here. Surely, you remember what happened back there. It's either facing the needles, mako, and him--or becoming one of Hojo's science projects.", Zack pleaded.
His mako green eyes were literally fuming, but he wore the face of a kind person. Nice way to hide your hate, Zacky, very nice.
"Zack, my answer is no. I know with what happened, but--"
"You should have thought before escaping. Besides, how the hell did you manage to get in the vent anyways? When they made a check in your room, there was no sign of any hidden makeshift tools."
I smiled, and held my hand out. There, sat little Pillow, beaming for his own intelligence. Pillow prepared himself and jumped on the SOLDIER's shoulder, then proceeded onto climbing on his head. Eyes wide, and mouth agape, Zack reached up and looked at Pillow. He probably thought I was crazy.
Everything and everyone probably does. Zack's eyes directed themselves towards me, and then at Pillow.
"Hell no. Rena, please don't tell me they treated you or something…"
"No! Really, Pillow helped me! He was the on who did it.", I mused innocently.
Stare. Stare. The white rodent scampered on Zack's arm, and rested again on his head. I couldn't help but giggle at this, and took Pillow off of Zack. Slowly, I petted him as if he were the best thing I have ever gotten. My eyes were glued on the white fur, Zack's presence breaking the white resonance.
What reason did I even need to go if I was going to suffer by the hands of a psychotic bastard that I pissed off? Ok, so I did something wrong there, I pissed him off, but did I not have my reasons why? It was true that I thought I was going to get raped--I even have this unknown fear of touch.
From the beginning that was the scariest thing, besides the moment in the men's' shower room. Touch, letting someone, without permission, touch me. It was a small fear when I am alone but even here with Zack, who seemed like he'd would even lay a finger on me, I silently cry in fear.
The man next to me was now probably impatient, but tried again. He laid a hand on my shoulder. Flinching, my gaze rested on the door. Which was unlocked. Did I have another chance for freedom? Well, after what Sephiroth almost did too me, did I even WANT to know what Zack was like when he snapped?
"You know…you could say sorry to Sephiroth. Your fall may not have affected him, but even the tiniest scratches, especially nu--"
"OK, OK, OK. Don't need to know that…but…what if I die? Not from Sephiroth, but from whatever the hell Hojo injects in my blood? Mako, was it?"
After that being said, Zack's eyes widened. Quickly I went to a corner and glared. I was going to die, wasn't I? My eyes bore into Zack's. His showed sympathy, but I didn't need that. What I wanted was peace. Thread by thread, my sanity was slowly dissolving.
All I could hear was the soft buzz coming from this white room. Our breathing. Pillow squeaking now and then. So many thoughts--each buzzing in and out, but I never did reach to the conclusion. Zack wasn't going to let me stay in this white shit-hole any longer, and either way, I was going to face the consequence.
You know what? Fuck the consequences. I don't give a fuck.
"You don't? I pray for you, Re…" Zack answered, then pulled me out.
"I didn't mean it…I'm just…hn…never mind, I'm going."
Poor guy. I didn't mean to say that, but it slipped. My head was downcast to the floor, and I walked out, passing Zack. He closed the door and led me to the lab. Somehow, I wasn't just going to let him make me come there easily, steadily I looked at the sides, and prepared my a jab to his stomach.
"Hmph! Gotcha!" smiled the SOLDIER.
Ah, dammit… A strong grip caught my fist before I even lifted it. To my surprise, I was shoved against a wall. Two gloved hands gripped my shoulders, painlessly, yet the pressure was enough to keep me pinned.
Effortlessly, I struggled, and his arms didn't budge. Still, he held that gaze, and I tried kicking…only to have my legs clamped by his. Through his uniform, I could feel his leg muscles. Obviously, I wasn't dealing with a regular guy--this is a mako-treated human. One with strength, power--and one hell of a hot body.
Oh yes. Zack has good looks, ever since I saw him. With that body of his, there's no way you'd resist him. Then again, the same goes for Sephiroth.
Sometimes, I wonder of that emotionless stiff knows he can turns on the whole damn world, not care that they are whining for his body, and use it as an advantage…to the right point, and off with such lecherous thoughts!My shoulders still pinned, along with my legs, and I stood here, staring at Zack. He looked not mad or happy with me, I believe.
Looking further I saw his eyes, and noted they were violet. A deep, clear shade of violet. He was like night, I swear. Spiked, midnight hair, and the nightly eyes he bore--and yet, his skin contrasted with them. Sallow skin, that stretched to adorn its owner's brawn--brawn! Yes, for someone who was a kind flirt, that surely suited him.
It felt like hours here, pinned. Zack should be getting tired by now. Right? Budge, budge. No…still. Can't give up. Maybe a little plead? I picked, carefully, my words. Hopefully, he listens.
I pray he does.
"Zack…I…can't you let me go? Please? You are merciful, no?", I cooed, and slightly lowered my gaze. Successfully I closed my eyes, and tried faking deep misery.
"I can't. You are late for your treatment. Understand please, you're going to face Hojo, like it or not."
"He's going to skew my mind, Zack! You hate him too! I don't want that treatment!", I whined, and thrashed. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and faced only the floor.
As if thinking, he placed his forehead on my head. Wait…I felt his forehead. What is he doing? Warm, slow breaths passed down my forehead. There, time stopped. A pin drop could be heard, and the result of this silence, I felt the tiniest blink from him. Soon enough, I felt a hand stroke my arm.
Gradually, he wrapped his arm around me, and perched my head on his shoulder. My legs weren't pinned, and he used one hand to tenderly pat my head. By this time, I widened my eyes.
"I know. When I was younger, I enrolled myself in SOLDIER. Don't think I stood brave when I got mako injected in me. Every single night, after a monthly dose of mako, I screamed. Cried, and ached with pain. Its is hell. And Hojo…that heartless monster knows just how to scare you," he paused, and stroked my head,"--his creations, as he calls them, are only samples of what the dangers of mako really is. Rena, I know that you are scared. Trust me. But I can't let you avoid this. The President and Hojo both agreed on this."
Now, I was timid. Would Hojo actually turn me into something like that? A monster? Something that lost its will to the hands of a cruel person that has no shame over what he does?
Fear gripped my heart, robbed me of speech, and I held tightly onto Zack. Hearing that its only monthly the dose of mako, who knows the never-ending pain I've yet to come? Oh god…pain. Pain…I hated pain. Zack endured this, and now I'm going to as well. My lungs heaved, and with a sob, hid my face in Zack's chest.
"No…no…he's going to kill me. Zack, he will TORTURE me…!", I wailed. Look at me, world, I'm crying like the hidden child inside.
'Rena…I'm sorry. Never did you do anything to them--yet you're going to suffer. How longer will this last? Worst of all…you're another project. Its not just an injection. No…it's a world or hell, that's what it is. Forgive me for not telling you…but I can't expect Hojo to stop. Fucking bastard. I hate him. Manipulating your body, using it for military use. Someone like you should go through this.' , Zack thought.
Right now, I'm fighting one hell of a battle in my mind. My body refuses such pain, and yet, I'm pleading for it to hold on. Time will only help. it's the only remedy. Zack cannot stop this. I can't.
Surely, Hojo won't either. Losing this battle, I released my grip on Zack, and tried to dry my face. Once again the dread of silence rested on us. What if I die? I know I don't have many friends to begin with, but, Zack has been here. Trying very hard to persuade me, and console me. I never gave much thought to Cloud, but he also helped me.
I thank him too. After that incident, his boyish manner cheered me up, and with Zack calling him a chocobo head, I'm sure it "cheered" him up too.
Time ran, and I had a certain professor to claw at.
"Zack…?"
Soon enough, his looked down at me. He looked troubled, I felt. But, kindly as usual, answered.
"Hm?"
Blushing, I looked up.
"Will you keep me company? I don't trust Hojo…" I asked.
A deep chuckle was felt from his chest, and I shuddered; I loved the tone of his voice. It had deep youth to it, and was hard not to be forgotten. Then, I felt fingers cupping my chin and tilting my head. Soft lips pressed themselves on mine.
And cut. I will make you be ponder, and I will not give anymore, k? I thank Lily (who writes Killer In You: Books 1 and 2), and many others!
Anyone know if I should write a TsengxOC? Cause I know Elena likes him, so Im going for the Kick-The-N00b out first...