A/N: Alright guys, here's the thing: I'm no science buff. I was at a lose for what to do for this entry, but thanks to the lovely FushiaFinn (who has saved my literary ass many a time...or at least with this challenge) and Wikipedia for its simplified definitions that DON'T include charts, here it is. Hope you enjoy; I realize its not that great, so the next entry is coming soon.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII characters, plot lines, or landscapes are property of Square-Enix. (And, subsequently, not mine.)
Entry # 17: kHz - Nerd
He slips into the enveloping darkness that falls upon the cliffs of Wutai, cigarette dangling in his mouth. His suit is wrinkled as usual, and while he climbs these cliffs in the same shoes, he has shorter hair. He can remember how, a long time ago, he would scale this mountain regularly to meet a fiery ninja-girl who winked and refused anything he offered. He can recall the tears that sparkled like raindrops and the laughter that sounded like chandeliers, but he can't quite remember whether they were his or hers.
He runs a hand nervously through his hair, worrying that perhaps this meeting is happening too soon.
The cliff is beginning to ascend and the moon peeks out at him from behind a carved finger. He smirks as he passes a clasped hand, remembering how he had cradled his ninja-girl in the cradle of the massive stone structure. His cigarette burns slowly, the dark abyss of the night sky hungrily devouring its flailing wisps of smoke. The young man's eyes follow the death –dance intently and when the smoke gives way to starlight, he sighs bitterly.
"There's no use in remembering," he growls toughly to himself, "this will be different."
"No duh." A voice replies flatly.
Red hair swivels and lavender eyes are found.
"Hey brat."
"Hey ass."
Two chuckles dance around one another slowly, wrapping each other up with warmth.
"How are ya?"
The man smirks characteristically.
"I'm doing just fine. How about you, your majesty?"
Mako green eyes quiver then, because upswept raven hair flinches at the title as if he had taken his cigarette and buried it in her skin.
"I'm miserable." She replies simply, and the young man cannot remember a time where she was honest on a first try.
"Why's that?"
"I'm getting divorced."
Scarred cheeks bite back triumphant laughter.
"You loved him?" he forces himself to ask, recalling all times that she had arrived at his apartment door for the past five years. She couldn't…?
Her derisive snort echoes in the caverns that surround them, and he is put at ease.
"No, publicity." She replies, hands folded in her lap.
"Why did you call me out here?" he asks suddenly, his own calloused hands twitching.
Thin lips bend into a smile and the young man is entranced as they, and the body they belong to, scoot closer to his own.
"Because I wanted to talk to you."
There was the evasive woman he knew.
"So what do we do from here, Ms. Kisaragi?"
"Eliminate that money-laundering asshole of a husband, have a mourning period, and then elope." She responds resolutely.
He affirms the plan with a nod.
"Can I do it?" he asks eagerly, growling at the memory of their wedding.
The girl giggles, but shakes her head.
"I've already called Rufus, and if he hasn't assigned you to the case, then no killing for you."
For once in his life, the man is saddened by the prospect of having his hands clean.
The young woman stands up, and he is mesmerized by the way that even the moon seems to take a back seat to her beauty, regardless is she is wrapped in jewels or in coarse cloth. She holds out her hand to him, and he marvels out how tough her hands are because they had looked so soft.
They walk down the cliffs into the shadow of the night, back to his apartment that she had visited for so long, and as the early morning kissed their panting, naked skin, the raven-haired beauty glances up at him briefly.
"Your heart's beating a million miles a minute." She says; her voice muffled as she buries her face into his chest.
The man, whose arms are linked behind his head, smiles and covers her shoulders with the thin blanket.
"Nope, it's going at 1.2 Hz a second." He replies mechanically, years of useless information surfacing.
The girl's face scrunched into an amused expression, and she scooted closer to his body for heat.
"Nerd." She accused quietly, watching the rain as it began to dance and fall on his balcony outside.
"In one life, yeah." He replied simply, his gaze following her own.
Yuffie clutches for his hand as the both look out at the sun.
"I'd love you if you went back to being a nerd."
Reno snorts.
"Course you would: you could steal all my materia while I was lining my pants with pocket protectors."
-End-
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