A/N: So sorry for the delay: I'm having quite a bit of trouble with the comp at home, so now that I have (breif) access to one that is more reliable, here is an update. Thanks so much for all of your support and I hope you enjoy the next installment!

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Entry #14: Radio Cassette Player - Ticket

Reno pulled at his tie the minute he had crossed through the doorway, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter. There were only certain circumstances that brought the fiery young man to treat the keys to his apartment so recklessly, and while he could stand to have his pay cut and to encounter former AVALANCHE members (who would proceed to question him about his relationship with Yuffie), he could not stand Elena's psycho obsession with perfection. While he could admit that he often erred from protocol, he could not understand why the blond woman thought that the Turks' manual would hold the answers to every situation presented.

Shaking his head in resolute frustration, Reno plopped down on the overstuffed chair of their overstuffed apartment. He glanced at the answering machine, the bleeping '16 Missed Calls, 12 Unheard Messages' in bright red letters serving as a testament to the couple's disdain toward the phone. He leaned his head tiredly against the chair and let his thoughts drift...

...and then he heard it.

It sounded awful; wailing babies, nails and chalkboards, and the morning news that brought tales of horrible disaster could not have been worse. Reno but back the blood-curdling scream that clawed its way up his throat, his disgust weighing heavily upon his chest. The horrible sound pressed itself passionately up against his barriers, urging him forward

Yetwith a masochist's glee, he tore through the nearby drawer, hand fumbling about for his weapon. Grinning triumphantly when his hands found their way round the hard plastic object, he crept towards the source of the sound, wondering why he had not anticipated the assault on his ears the minute he stepped through the door. It was obvious that the horrible event had been premeditated and the perpetrator had meant him to discover the source: for the door, which now emitted fog, had been left ajar.

He crept towards the sputtering room, the sound of tumbling water wrapping themselves around his being, kissing away the bruises that their intolerable counterpart had stamped on his skin. He edged himself against the walls, aware that the source of the sound could easily catch him lurking in the doorway. Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to facethe fears that were sprung bythe painful consequences he would undoubtedly have to suffer through, Reno stilled his nerves. It had to be done: he had to have record so that such a horrific transgression would never permeate through the household of those less innocent than he.

It was only when he was blinded by the soapy loofa that Reno realized that recording Yuffie singing in the shower had not only inflicted "emotional trauma that I'll never be able to forgive you for…EVER!" but had also landed him a first-class ticket to the couch.

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