Title: Boy Soldier

Author: Neldluva FFVII

Pairings: None, or lots, depending on how you look at it.

Rating: NC17

Don't read this if you don't like: Angst, sex (of the m/m and m/f sort), foul language, underage sex, questionable consent, masturbation, voyeurism (sort of), violence, blood, drug and alcohol use, prostitution

Disclaimer: Reno and FF7-verse are definitely not mine. Please don't sue, I have negative monies. The OC's are mine, though. Don't steal.

What you can expect from the fic overall: This is my version Reno's backstory, or how he got where he was in the various FF7 games and movies. It is a long, difficult journey, sometimes funny, sometimes sad. But hey, that's life.

What you can expect from this chapter: More Turk stuff. Reno gets a checkup.

Author's note: Um … I mostly bluffed my way through the medical stuff. It sounded logical.

"Here are the showers," Monty announced, opening a door for Reno. "Take as long as you like. There are dispensers for soap and shampoo along the walls. We have already taken the time to assess your size, so here are some fresh clothes. Get used to wearing them, you won't be wearing much else for a few years."

Reno had already wandered into the shower room, slightly amazed at all of the shiny fixtures and bright white tile. It was such a clean place, it made him want to clean up right then and there.

"They got hot water?"

"Of course. Take your time, I'll be waiting outside."

Reno watched the door shut and hastily stripped himself, dumping his dirty and bloodstained clothes in one corner of the bathroom and stepping up to a showerhead. He turned it on as hot as it would go and just stood there. Clean water had been scarce on the streets, and hot water was a luxury the gang hadn't been able to afford. It poured down over him, plastering his red hair dark against his cheeks and back and making blood and dirt run down in rivulets. He squeezed some soap out of the dispenser and started scrubbing, lathering up until his skin felt raw. Then he put the suds in his hair and scrubbed harder. Hot water poured over him again, washing the soap and dirt down the drain, and he sighed with relief. He had forgotten how it felt to be clean.

When he stepped out of the shower at last, there was a nice pile of towels awaiting him. He used one to rub his hair dry, and another for his body. They were white towels, which made him even happier that he was clean. Once he was reasonably dry, he turned to the clothes. There was even a set of underwear and socks on top. Reno pulled the clothes on, still in luxury mode after the hot water. The cloth was way better than what he was used to, though the pants were a little big on him and the sleeves of the shirt hung to his fingertips. He solved that problem by rolling them up, tying his (newly supplied) boots on and tucking the uniform jacket under one arm.

"Hey," he said as he exited the bathroom. The smoothtalking suit guy was leaning against the wall, by all appearances just waiting for him. "I'm ready, yo."

Monty took one look at the kid and cheered triumphantly in his head. Reno cleaned up well … he could even pass for a normal teenage boy with his face and hair clean, if it weren't for those marks on his cheeks. And of course Tseng would have a fit if he saw the untucked shirt and rolled-up sleeves. There was even an appropriate tilt to his posture, a small slouch that said "go on, mess with me, I dare ya."

"Looking good, kid," he said, turning to lead Reno down the hall to the Turks' MD. With any luck, Reno wouldn't even have any lasting diseases or anything incurable. He heard the thud of eager footsteps behind him and permitted himself a smile. At least the student was willing.

"Doctor," he greeted, opening the door to the med ward. "I'm here with the new Turk trainee I spoke to you about. Are you ready for him?"

"Of course." Dr. Katz turned around, looking through her thick glasses at Monty. Monty remembered the good old days when she had been a Turk, but heart problems had retired her early. At least she hadn't disappeared as other "retired" Turks tended to do. "Is this the boy?"

"The name's Reno, lady," Reno growled, pushing his sleeves back. "Hey, I ain't sick, yo. What do I need a doctor for?"

"To make sure you're physically capable of going through Turk training," Monty explained, leading Reno to the examining table. "And to make sure you're not sick."

Reno huffed, unhappy with this development, but if this was what it took … he jumped as the lady doc slid a cold stethoscope beneath his shirt. "Holy shit, that's cold!"

"Language, Reno."

Reno just glared at Monty. The old suit was probably enjoying this. Oh well, at least the doc was quick about it. She took his blood pressure, looked in his eyes and ears and down his throat, tested his reflexes … the whole nine yards. He was getting tired of this whole deal … forget the food, he was fucking tired. A night of no sleep followed by a day of shit, and he was ready for that bed he was promised.

"Now we'll need samples of blood, urine, and semen," Dr. Katz announced as she ran her fingers up and down Reno's spine, checking for abnormalities. "How old are you, Reno? Thirteen, fourteen?"

"I'm gonna be seventeen in winter," Reno answered, straightening up.

"Hmm," Dr. Katz said thoughtfully. "You're underweight, and shorter than you should be … I expect with decent nourishment you have at least several more inches to grow. Off to the bathroom with you now, I'll collect blood when you get back."

Reno hopped off the examining table and sauntered to the bathroom to get the samples. Dr. Katz stepped up to Monty, staring after the boy.

"What do you think?" Monty asked quietly.

"Well, I won't be sure until the bloodwork comes back, but I'd say he's plenty healthy, especially considering where he comes from." She wrote a few notes in Reno's file. "Still, I would like him to gain at least ten pounds before he starts training, and I'll recommend a special diet. Keep him from strenuous activity or unnecessary stress. I expect he'll have to acclimate himself to the relative luxury of living above the Plate."

"Understood," Monty replied. "I had already planned to do most of what you said. He may be tough, but he isn't ready for the intensive training."

They didn't have to wait long before Reno returned, the two small cups in his hand and a smug smile on his face. "Never had to jack off in a cup before, yo."

Dr. Katz refused to roll her eyes, extracting a syringe and rolling Reno's shirt sleeve up higher. Reno's eyes went wide at the sight of the needle, and he flinched away. "What's that?" he asked, his voice high-pitched and fearful.

"I'm just going to draw some blood," Dr. Katz said calmly. She didn't have to look twice to see the scars on his arms. "You don't do drugs, do you?"

"Used to," Reno answered, wincing a little as the needle slid in. "Don't anymore."

"Good." She put aside the small tube of blood and reached for another syringe. She didn't miss Reno's look of fear. "This one is just a vaccine. It will keep you from getting sick."

Reno's jaw tightened as the second needle slid in, but he bore it out without complaint. Dr. Katz taped some gauze over his arm and gestured for him to hop off the table again.

"Well, Reno, I was just telling Monty that you actually seem to be very healthy apart from your malnourishment." She peered steadily at him through her thick glasses. "Because of that, I have recommended that you hold off the physical training until you have gained ten pounds. You will be put on a special diet as well." She narrowed her eyes a little. "I should hope I don't have to advise you to quit smoking and drinking. At your age, it isn't healthy at all."

"Sure, whatever," Reno said airily, yawning into his arm. "Hey, where's a bed, yo? I'm wiped."

"You're not hungry?" Monty asked skeptically.

Reno lifted his eyebrows at the suit. "I was up all night last night. I'm tired, and sleep comes first, yo."

Monty frowned a little as he remembered what Reno had been up to the night before. He would also put in for a psychiatrist for the kid … he needed it, no doubt. Even Turks needed to be mostly sane. Still, if the kid wanted sleep, he could have it. It was getting late in the day anyway.

"Come, then, I'll show you to your room." Nodding slightly at Dr. Katz, he led the way out of the med ward, listening to Reno's firm footsteps behind him. He took them to an elevator and down a few floors to the trainees' dormitories. There weren't many rooms on the dormitory level, mostly because the Turks had always been very selective in choosing who would even enter the training. Though there was an empty room available, Monty had chosen an already occupied room for Reno. He thought maybe some normal company his own age might help the kid adjust to his new life.

"Here you are," he announced, opening the door up for Reno to enter. "Jenkins, this is your new roommate, Reno."

Reno narrowed his eyes skeptically as a tall, skinny kid stood up from a desk, snapping a salute at Monty. What were these guys on? They all acted like they had sticks up their asses, being all polite and snooty and fucking saluting each other. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. He didn't want to share a room with this kid.

"Hi, Reno, I'm Jenkins," the kid said, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "I guess you're a new trainee?"

"Yeah," Reno said shortly. "I'm gonna get some sleep, yo."

"There's a set of pajamas in your set of drawers," Monty said helpfully. "Jenkins, I expect you to help him get settled in."

"Of course, sir," Jenkins said, snapping another salute. Reno rolled his eyes and climbed into his bed, ignoring the offer of pajamas and falling asleep almost as soon as he was horizontal. Monty shook his head a little and nodded once more at Jenkins before leaving the room.