Author's Notes: Written for my kitten to In Your Honor by Foo Fighters. And… omgevilreeve. We finally get a look into the background of evil Reeve (remember he goes by Ret as a nickname) and 'Prince' Rufus. Kinda makes me hate Rufus though…

Theme: Weeks

Bloody Eyes

Not once in his life had Reeve Evans Tuesti understood the idea of seeing the world through rose colored glasses. People always used it to refer to other people who seemed too naïve, too optimistic, or too hopeful to see the world for what it was.

Thing was, and he could tell anyone from experience, rose colored glasses didn't make you see the world in any better light. He'd tried all sorts of red lenses to try and find this perfect shade that apparently made you see things better than they were. Frankly all he'd ever found was that everything looked bloody.

Not that much remained free of blood for long when he was wearing his shades…

"Do you find something amusing about the city?"

There was a smirk in place by the time the Turk glanced over his shoulder to look upon his guest. Well, if one wanted to be technical he was the guest here. Not that he couldn't also be a killer here, burglar here, or some other thing that didn't require permission… Shin-Ra was yet to build a security system that could keep its prize killer out for long. These days it was starting to seem like half the reason they kept him around was to test the new systems. Apparently the line of thought had become 'if Ret can't get past it, no one can'. So far they hadn't found something he couldn't get past except for the doors of vaults, and even those only lasted so long in front of the proper tools and explosives.

"Yeah," he replied at length, turning to give the blond his trademark grin. Not that Ret practiced it or anything, but people had told him he looked damn unnerving when he did it. A lot of people flinched when he grinned at them. His rookie had suggested it might have something to do with the predatory look in his eyes, or the fact that half the time that Ret had a reason to grin there was blood in his teeth… that wasn't his.

"Are you going to share?"

"Your city would look damn cool covered in blood."

Rufus moved to the Turk's side on the balcony, looked out at the city for a moment, and then calmly plucked the pair of blood red sunglasses from his face. After a moment of looking out at the city with them on, Rufus too smiled. An empty smile like all the others, but when mixed with the blood red shades and pure white sheet currently wrapped around his torso… Well, the Turk had never seen the annoying twit more desirable in his life.

"I think you might be right," the young Shin-Ra agreed, removing the shades and holding them back out to their owner. "It gives a rather… eerie glow to the place."

"Damn worthwhile. When you're president you've got to let me sneak out some night to replace the streetlights or something with red bulbs. Really freak some people out…"

In silence Ret replaced his shades and looked at Rufus with them on. The kid, barely twenty now, looked amazing in red. Part of him couldn't help but wonder what the boy would look like spattered in blood… Of course the idea was quickly killed by the part of him that was purely and simply Turk. You didn't hurt one of the Shin-Ra family unless you had to. Especially not the prince.

"It's a long way down," Rufus said, breaking their silence a few minutes later.

"They say you die of a heart attack before you hit the ground when you're this high up."

"That scare you?"

"Should it?"

Honestly? Reeve thought it should. Any other person in the building, except maybe Hojo and most of the Turks, would be terrified at the thought. The Turks found it served as a great threat. Not one they carried out very often, but a great threat none the less. It wasn't that they were fearless either. Hell, he was pretty damn sure that his rookie had a problem with heights. The Turks just didn't care. It was training. They were going to die anyway, so why not in some grand way that will get everyone watching?

Or maybe that was just Ret.

"I think it should."

"Does it scare you?"

"Should it?"

Rufus was probably the exception to the general fear. As far as Reeve knew, he was the only thing that the young Shin-Ra feared. With good reason. The blond was being trained with Turks for his own safety. Ret had come up with the idea about a year back as an excuse to spend more time with the blond. And damned if the old President hadn't given right in… The boy was doing good, easily developing that cold Turk attitude. Or maybe it was just Ret rubbing off on him.

"I guess not."

Again the pair settled into a comfortable silence, looking out at Midgar. After a while the Turk began to speak, only to find himself cut off by the Vice-President.

"Would you jump if I ordered you to?"

There was actually a flinch before Ret turned to grin at his little Prince. Well, that was unexpected.

"Would it get you off to see me die because you ordered it?"

"And if it did?"

With a smirk the Turk put his foot against the metal railing and began to lift himself up. He only stopped when Rufus grabbed his hand. And he'd almost gotten himself fully standing. Damn. Would have been fun to see the little blond panic a bit. It'd be getting some sort of emotion out of the little prince. Hell, it'd be fun.

"Don't."

"What, you afraid of losing me?"

Despite the comment Ret hopped back down onto the balcony and gathered Rufus into his arms, grinning wildly the whole time. He'd really thought he could have some fun pushing that shit to the limit. Apparently the little Prince cared just enough to not want to lose him tonight. Too bad really. Sometimes he was sure he was just waiting for the order because Rufus had grown bored with him.

Oh well, he'd see it some time.

"I wasn't afraid of losing you. I just think it would have been an inconvenience to have to explain to my father what your corpse was doing naked below my balcony…"

Ret smirked and pushed the young man back into the bedroom. Really, there were better things that could be done inside without questioning his loyalty to the family.

Because why would Rufus need to know that Reeve didn't care about the President's or Veld's orders?

Hell, information like that could almost make it sound as if he'd gone soft for this boy over the many weeks of their relationship.

Not that, the Turk noticed later as he watched the young man fall asleep in his arms, he hadn't gone and done just that…