Author's Notes: Dedicated to my friend Lemur-boy and his desires to destroy the world. Follow your dreams man! Just leave enough for me!
Theme: Fire
The Birth of a Materia
Over the years he had learned that things most definitely had both a positive and a negative side. Take the Nibelheim incident for example. Yes, many of people had died, yes horrible experiments had been performed on his dear friend Zachary Knightblade and killed, and yes, a young man named Cloud Strife had his life ruined, but even this had some positive results. Right now that young blonde was somewhere near Rocket Town, saving the world from Sephiroth, Jenova and tons of other stuff, and the silver haired general that Reeve had been proclaiming for years was insane would not last long against the determined youth. On top of that Reeve was finally fighting against Shin-Ra as well, much to his delight.
Yet he still couldn't see the supposed 'positive side' of his office door being flung open and the crack of door knob hitting wall revealed he'd have some work to do in his own office. With an exaggerated sigh the normally positive executive looked up from mounds of paper work to look at the red-haired menace of Shin-Ra Inc.
"Reno! That is the fifth time this month you've busted my wall!" the seated male protested to the suit clad Turk.
As Reno shrugged his shoulder and plopped down upon the couch Reeve gave up on trying to find a positive side to this. There was no silver lining to the cloud named Reno.
"You'll fix it. You always do," the Turk said, pulling out a cigarette.
"Don't you even think about it, you know you're not allowed to smoke in my office," Reeve growled. There was no way he was going to let Reno violate that, the most sacred of all rules. Now where did he put that megaphone…
The Turk merely smirked, the cancer stick halfway out of the pack and his eyes lit up with sheer amusement. Who was Reeve to tell him not to do something?
When the executive could not find the megaphone he jumped forward instead, intending to steal all fire creating devices from the Turk. His hands moved quickly in and out of Reno's many pockets, causing laughter to erupt from the younger man.
"Dude! Stopit! I'm ticklish!"
Oh, so here was the silver lining he had been searching for. After a few minutes Reeve backed away, holding five books of matches and twelve lighters in his hands. "Ha! I'd like to see you smoke now!"
Reeve did not like the new smirk that touched the Turk's face. It wasn't until he watched the Turk hold up a green orb. Shoot, he'd forgotten about materia. Reno always carried a materia with him, nearly mastered even.
"Reno… Don't you even think about it."
The older man lunged at the Turk just as the fire spell was unleashed, intended only for the tip of the smoke. Too bad Reeve got in the way of that. Chaos ensued as the executive jumped back, trying to put out the fire that liked at his tie. Reno lunged forward to help his friend, not noticing that the materia he had dropped was glowing and splitting. Neither of the two so focused upon the flames even noticed that Reno's materia had mastered by setting fire to Reeve. Must have been all of the paperwork that Reno had burned in the morning that had brought it so close…