We own nothing...though we often make wishes about it...dreams do come true, right?

YES! This is ToolittleToolate's chapter, which means that it's mediocre. And don't worry, corncob isn't writing this little message, she would never be THIS mean to me. Or I hope not, at least. Well, let's get this over with so you can get to the next chapter, which will most likely be better. ENJOY!!

"Hey there Vinny! How's life treating you?" Reno walked up to the lunch line. He looked up and down at all the possible choices. "You should really improve the menu some."

"Go away Reno," Vincent growled, trying to resist the urge to throw the ladle at the young man.

"Go away? You're the lunch lady! You're supposed to be nice, caring, considerate, and serve me food," Reno said. Vincent closed his eyes and attempted to count to ten, only to be interrupted.

"So…you gonna give me my food?" Reno asked, peering closely at him.

"Fine, here. Now leave," Vincent turned away and tried to look busy with a can of peaches.

"Cheery little attitude there, yo. And thanks for the job! I love being Second in Command of the Turks," Reno walked away laughing.

Vincent ran a hand over his face. I swear I'm going to kill him one day.

Reno was still smiling as he made his way through the crowded lunch room. Looking around, he wondered who he would grace with his presence today. His eyes settled on Zack, who was surrounded by five other SOLDIERs.

Hmmm, he should be over it by now. We've fought before, and made up instantly.

Shrugging, Reno walked over to the table. After standing behind a few of them for a minute or two, he was noticed. He watched with amusement, as they slowly started to recognize who it was that was standing there. Before he could even smile, Zack was sitting alone.

"Ha, you'd think that they hadn't seen anything scarier than me. So, how's you're day going so far?" Reno asked, taking a seat across from Zack.

Zack looked up but didn't say anything. When he caught Reno's eye he quirked an eyebrow and waited.

"That bad, huh? Yeah, mine's sucked so far. Tseng yelled at me for gluing thumb tacks all over Rufus' chair," Reno smiled and looked off, almost like he was reliving it. "Where does he get off accusing me? It could've been Rude or somebody else!"

Zack sighed and went back to eating. Reno looked back at his friend, who was being unusually quiet. Scratching the back of his head, Reno waved a hand in front of Zack's face.

"Yo, anyone home?" Zack looked up and gave him one of the coldest looks he had ever received. Who would've thought the man had it in him?

"What? Are you giving me the silent treatment or something?" At Zack's response, or lack of, Reno's jaw dropped. "Why?"

"How can you not know why? I knew you didn't always use your head, but I thought you used it enough to figure this one out." Zack was beyond hurt and angry, and he intended to let it show.

"Come on, man. That's a little harsh, don't you think?" Reno asked. Zack went to push his chair away from the table. Unfortunately he ended up pushing the table instead; right into Reno's stomach.

With a loud "oomph" Reno dropped his fork, clutching his abused stomach. He gave Zack a kicked puppy look and disappeared under the table to retrieve his fork. As he grabbed the elusive utensil, he noticed a pair of boots walk up and stop by the table.

"Hey Zack, seen any good pictures of the General lately?"

Crap. Fuckin' A! Why did this asshole have to show up now?

"No, Holt, I haven't. Now please leave," Zack's voice was cold. The boots turned, as if to walk away, and then stopped.

"I think the General will be looking for a more…trustworthy second in command soon. I think I might be the right person for the job; seeing as how I'm not attracted to my boss."

The boots walked away leaving Reno alone with Zack.

Maybe I can pretend I had a heart attack while I was down here. He can't be mad at someone who's dead, right?

Fate was not with Reno today though, as Zack got up and walked around the table. Reno raised his head a little, coming face to face with a VERY angry and pissed of Zack. As he stared into the eyes of Death, only one thought crossed his mind. He looks a lot like an angry leap frog, I love that game!

"It's on," Zack said. He slowly got up and walked out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a very confused Reno.

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Reno slammed the door to his office open. This was just great, he didn't have many friends as it was, and he had managed to alienate one of the few he had. He had to relax, so walking over to his chair he began the activity that always calmed him down.

Spinning in his chair; he didn't know why, but perching in his chair, spinning around like a 5 year old was an excellent way to wind down. As he spun so that he was facing the open door, he caught a glimpse of black hair.

"Crap, Zack was being serious when he said 'it's on.'" Reno jumped off the still moving chair and hid under his desk.

"Reno! I know you're in here, I just saw you," a loud voice said from the doorway.

Reno peeked out over the top of his desk, holding a pen like a sword. Seeing a man with dark hair, he attacked. He let loose a war cry and jumped over his desk, sending papers flying.

Just as he was about to plunge the pen into the man's arm, he felt himself being shoved from behind and was sent flying into the door. Bouncing of like some deranged pinball, he landed unceremoniously on his butt.

Reno looked up, waiting for the blow that would most likely kill him. When he saw who was standing over him, with an amused expression, he let out a sigh.

"Tseng, you ass, I thought you were Zack coming to kill me," Reno yelled, climbing to his feet.

"And why would you think that, Reno? It's not like you've done anything that would warrant that, right?" Tseng asked, folding his hands in front of his chest.

"N-no, of course not. What would make you say that?" Reno asked, refusing to make eye contact.

"Look, I know what you've said to him, and I want you to stop this immature behavior. And yes, I know what he's said to you as well," he continued when he saw Reno's expression.

"He started it…"Reno mumbled, looking down. "Why does it matter to you anyway?"

"It's upsetting Sephiroth, and when he's upset, he's not much fun at lunch. That ruins my day, makes me irritable, and makes me want to take it out on you. Got it?" Tseng turned to leave.

"Hey, boss-man! You know how we protect the president and the brat?" Reno asked.

"If you're talking about Rufus when you say 'brat,' then yes. What about it?" Tseng asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Well, do we have anyone that protects us?" Reno asked, looking hopeful.

Tseng just smiled, and walked out, closing the office door behind him.

"Well, that could'a meant three things. Either no one protects us, I'm stupid for asking, or he didn't feel like telling me," Reno went back to his chair and sat down. "I am so screwed."