Sadistic Tendencies

by Fantasie in D Minor

Reno hated the rookie. It was a principle of honor! He would not be substituted by a woman. Tseng should understand that, right?... Too bad mother luck was never very gentle with the redhead.

1. The Length of a Cigarette

Sadistic Tendencies

By: Fantasie in D Minor

Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or any of the sequels/prequels. The dreadfully long descriptions, however, are mine

Summary: Reno hated the rookie. It was a principle of honor; he would not be substituted by a woman. Tseng should understand that, right?... Too bad mother luck was never very gentle with the red-head.

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In heaven all the interesting people are missing.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Length of a Cigarette

Standing in a dark alleyway, under the dimmed light of a broken streetlamp, with the trademark smirk worthy of the devil himself, the red-headed Turk was idly watching smoke rise in a swirl from the lit tip of a cigarette, which was firmly held in his aristocratically pale, long fingers. His navy blue suit faded into the shadows, giving the tattered, white shirt as well as the sterile bandages underneath a ghostly glow. The light from above served to saturate the color of his hair and scars while not clearing the darkness enough to distinguish his features. The red-head was leaning casually against the western wall of a brick building, balancing his weight on the heels of his black, dirtied dress shoes. His head was turned towards the broad street, which served as a perpendicular line, separating the alley and the ShinRa Headquarters.

With childish fascination, Reno's glowing, aquamarine eyes followed the zigzagged path of the gray, translucent smoke, but that wasn't truly the focal point of his attention. He was, in fact, rather diligently studying the silhouette of a young woman in a navy blue suit, much like his own, who was standing motionless at the entrance to the company building. Reno already had the misfortune to find out from Tseng that his substitute, due to the young man's injuries, for the time being was to be a woman; but now that he saw the perfectly ironed suit, the dignified stance, the blonde hair, and the serious expression on her face, his mild displeasure at the fact was quickly turning into disgust. They hired a blonde bimbo, with an upturned nose, and a superiority complex to substitute him? 'Oh boy, this is rich.' Reno felt the bitter after-taste of being degraded as he took a long drag from his cigarette to kill the unpleasant flavor.

The Turk gave an introspective look to his injured form. A slashed shoulder, a wounded knee, a long cut running across his abdomen…all in all, he wasn't worse for wear. Strife and co. didn't do so fine of a job. He looked back at the blonde rookie and inhaled another dose of nicotine. Reno could almost hear the high-pitched complaining about getting blood on her spotless, white shirt. 'She is in for it.' Reno concluded his musing in, somewhat sadistic, glee.

With a saddened look at his burnt down to the core cigarette, he flung the object aside and started down the busy street towards the entrance of ShinRa. A vivid picture of a gun trained at the blonde woman's forehead flashed in the red-head's mind as he was drawing closer to the Headquarters. Such a situation was bound to occur at one point or another (one of the dangers of being a Turk), but that certainly didn't explain the fairly maniacal glint in his bright eyes at the thought. Reno never considered himself a sadist…but he never lacked sadistic tendencies either.

TBC

Author's Note: Thank you for reading and I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. I would like to apologize for the shortness of it, but I promise that the following entries will be much longer Please tell me what you think, all of your opinions are welcome.