Authors Note: You will be introduced to the other victim, the narrator, and other pretty things.

It Happened During Training

Chapter 2

The Rose in a Graveyard

"It's so sad general. A young life stolen."

"He isn't dead yet sir. Zack managed to get to him before he bled to death."

"Still, he will never be the same again."

The president of Shinra- the final say in every decision concerning the SOLIDERS and the Turks- brought the honorable general the sad news; a pupil attempted the kill himself last night, using a standard razor used for shaving to slit his small fragile wrist.

"True," Sephiroth murmured, tapping his desk, "but we will just have to help him through his tough time." His tapping became more rapid as his dark, cold, eyes set their sight on the fiery red head sitting in the back. The President caught the silver haired mans gaze,

"What's he doing here?"

Sephiroth snapped out of his sick and morbidly twisted thoughts, ceasing the annoying tapping, "Oh Mr. Sinclair- he thinks he can talk back to me, so I gave him detention. I made him run ten laps before, now he has to write all the materia and their uses ten times."

"Why ten," the president smiled evilly.

"Why not?" The exchanged a laugh at the red heads expense.

The boy in the back sat quietly, his beautiful green eyes set ablaze with anger, and most of all sadness. He clenched his pen tightly, holding back the urge to stab his "mentor" in the his cursed cock. He mumbled back a song he had heard once to set his anger into the pit of the stomach where it hibernate until the day he uses to kill some innocent person, or even himself. If he had the strength now, he would kill the bastard that took his friend away. The red heads eyes drifted to the general- the movement was unwanted, but not restrained.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes…

-

He walked in from his training, sweaty, smelly, dirty from running around the four laps…and spending the rest of the time being Sephiroth personal sex slave. He needed a shower, he knew Cloud was probably taking one already- hours in the shower just but a pleasant smelly mist on their dirty bodies, but never fully washing away the taste and stench of their cursed general.

"Reno…"

The boy who held that name, shut the apartment door, and glided his green eyes to the raven haired SOLIDER that stood before him. He had a disturbed look on his face, red with tears but stone cold…as a SOLIDER should be. Reno didn't answer the man.

"Reno…there was an accident…"

"He tried to didn't he?"

He knew the words that would rain out of his friends mouth, and frankly he just didn't want to hear the sad, sorry news- the one person who could understand him had put a razor to his wrist and tried to end the misery that followed them every night. He wanted to follow his footsteps.

-

The older mans hand rubbed the back of the red-hairs neck, causing the boy to growl disapprovingly. The general just smiled at his beautiful pupil, "Fifteen this week Reno? My my, you are coming along well."

"Whatever," Reno spat, continuing his work.

"Now now" Sephiroth cooed, "Lets be respectful here, I am your-"

"You…you caused Cloud to do it!" Reno's green eyes met Sephiroths, spitting fire into them, as his venomous voice lashed out at the older man.

SNAP

Sephiroth's hard fist connected with the red heads cheek. The boy tumbled out of the chair, laying on the floor stunned. The man stomped over, grabbing Reno's long red hair, "What did I say?" Reno just stared at him hatefully, trying to hide the trembling that threaten to shake his poor worn out body. Another fist landed on Reno's stomach, this time causing the read head to yelp in pain- this earning a nice stare from his mentor.

Sephiroth brought Reno's trembling face inches from his own, "You are beautiful when you tremble like that." His poisonous lips met with the Reno's who struggled but failed under the mans weight. He laid on top of his and pinned the boys hands down with his own, lunging his sharp tongue into Reno's mouth without permission. The boy squirmed as he attempted to use his weak knees to push the man off of him. He failed like all the other times- Sephiroth was going to take him right there right now.

"Now now little boy, lets try to enjoy it this time."

-

Reno pulled his pants up, shooting daggers at the older man sitting at his desk as if nothing happened- as if he didn't just rape a fifteen year old in the middle of a class room. Sephiroth sat calmly, ignoring the boys hateful glances and aggravated grunts, he just graded papers like any normal teacher would do. Reno growled from the back of the room, clutching his fist until his knuckles turned snow white; that bastard was ignoring him now! After he just plunged his rotten penis into his ass, he had the audacity to sit there and ignore him.

Well Reno wasn't going to stand for that…

He wasn't Cloud.

He stomped over to the desk, pounding his fist on it, "Pay attention to me asshole!" His voice rocked the room and Sephiroth's nerves for a second, but then the general flashed him the evil trademark smile.

"Yes Mr. Sinclair? What can I do for you?" This mind torture was a game the general played with the students he liked most- he knew once a boy at a young age has been chosen to be his lover, the would love to hate him, battle for his attention, and even die to save his honor. It was simple psychology. Reno never had a true stable home, no father to discipline him, a mother who spent all her time raising four children, he became an adult an eleven. He enrolled to become a SOLIDIER at thirteen, two years ago, and instantly caught the silver haired mans attention. The boys attitude was as rare as his beautiful red hair and cold green eyes- it was a mix of hate, malice, a bad attitude around the shell, but if one could crack that shell, you would see a trembling, tortured little boy craving attention. That's what made him Sephiroth's favorite.

"I," he choked from the frustration building up in the pit of his stomach, "I don't feel like being alone."

He could shoot himself for that, and every fiber was telling him to stop walking into that web Sephiroth so delicately planted for him- but he was weak…

Can't be alone for to long; you would rather have that man take you without much of a fight, than sit in that apartment with all those pretty sharp things.

Sephiroth's mouth morphed into a sinister smile, "You can stay with me love- I think that would be for the best anyway."

Reno swallowed hard, his eyes flickering like a candle, "Then…let's go."

-

"OW! SON OF A BITCH!"

Reno fell back on the bed out of breath and out of choices. He laid on the generals king size bed, reluctant tears streaming down his face, and trembling from head to toe. He took him, again, harder and faster than all the other times. He said he was "making up" for the lost of Cloud, so Reno had to be punished.

Death seemed like the better choice right about now.

The general covered the naked Reno with a blanket, "I am going to clean myself up now, go to bed." He kissed the boy's cheek, causing Reno's whole body to tense up. Sephiroth disapproved of this action, and smacked him across the face, leaving a bright red mark as a souvenir. "What do we say…?"

Reno shivered, "I got it during training…"

"That's my boy."

The dark villain slithered away from his young prey, into the half lit bathroom across the room. Reno turned to his side, running his thin fingers through his messed up hair- it would have been so easy just to run out and tell someone, anyone, what had just happened. But he knew he wouldn't do it, and even worse Sephiroth knew.

His eyes became heavy, and he felt the distant call of sleep take over his entire body. He didn't want to sleep- he knew if Sephiroth got "in the mood" he would have no qualms taking the boy while he was dead to the physical world.

Think about something

But the only thing that would grace his mind was the boy lying in the hospital bed, wishing he would never have to awake in the arms of that general again. Reno started to remember the first time his green orbs had the pleasure of falling on the young blonde.

It was the beginning of the year, and they had sword fighting together with that cursed general. Reno would be lying if he said that the pit in his stomach turned when he saw how Sephiroth was all over his new toy. He even felt good about it, he hoped that the older man would take advantage of the thirteen year old. See how much it hurts to have some MAN pound you like a fuckin piece of meat. Then that night, he walked to Sephiroth's room like a good little dog, and saw the little boy run out of the dark chamber. Tears cascaded from his destroyed blue eyes, he was shaking like a leaf, and mumbling some nonsense on how it was wrong, it was all wrong. Through his eyes Reno saw himself two years ago, that some confused look, the same shattered soul. Something stabbed at his conscience making it bleed when he said that pitiful sight.

The boy ran down the hall, and Reno caught him before he could run out of his sigh. Cloud struggled at first, "Stop Strife," the boy stopped instantly upon hearing the soft coo from the older boy. He saw the dead green eyes, and his young mind understood what this meant- someone else knew. "What do you want to know kid?"

The boy trembled, "Why does it hurt?"

Reno knew all to well what that meant- why did it hurt to do something you had grown to believe was wonderful. Love was wonderful, making love was wonderful, even that small ping of pain the first time your lover is in you, is the most wonderful feeling in the world, but it becomes a dry, bitter, hallow thing when it is performed by a monster. Reno knew a monster laid feet away from him and the trembling boy- a monster fueled by an unquenched lust.

"It hurts because he doesn't love you."

Cloud gripped the red heads wrist tightly, fighting the urge to rip the nearest small animal apart. "He said he loved me…"

"He always says that…and it's always a lie."

The blonde looked into Reno's dull green eyes noticing how much they mirrored how own- alone. He could make a friend out of this, someone who understands…someone who fill up that loneliness.

"He could take my virginity, he could take my innocence, but there is no fuckin way he is taking away my love. That I reserve for someone who deserves it."

Reno's eyes widen at the venomous words that poured out of such a young boys mouth. The event aged him, he began to understand the curses placed on the two boys- the would never again- and he choose to ignore it, fight it to the death. He wouldn't be weakened bu this…or at least he would try not to be. Reno held those words and released Cloud from his grip, "I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship."

Cloud forced a weak smile, "To bad something so ugly formed it."

They went their separate ways- Cloud to the comfort of his small dorm to heal himself emotionally, while Reno walked the long road to hell to face the demon that laid in the bed, naked, waiting for him to do his serving. He kept the words ringing in his head. "He can't take my love, he can't take my love."

Now laying in the cursed room, his best friend laying in a hospital bed, and his words enemy laying next to him, he repeated the words in his head, "He can't take my love…" then he flashed his trademark lopsided smirk to the imaginary man, "because someone else has it."

-

I never want to leave you again, if that is what you want. This time I am stronger, I am not that scared fifteen year old anymore. I won't let them take you away, not again, not even. If I could erase what happened to us, but keep those weird feelings for each other that spawned from the wreckage of our innocence, I would. But you can't have your cake and eat it to-which is a stupid saying, because goldsmith, I want to eat MY cake- so which do you want: To remember everything, the pain, the hurt, the death, and keep the love you and I shared, or walk away right now, live your life trying to forget everything, including me, and never have to wake up trembling from that reoccurring nightmare. Which is it?

-

I stared at the pitiful shell of a little boy, who had eternity to learn about all the faults and sins of man, and all the pain that comes with that knowledge. Now way was it fair that he had to learn this truth at the mere age of thirteen. But that in the sinners mind is the best age to learn. His victims become devoted to him, despite their mind screaming at them to run away. Then when they become too old, he casts them out like trash, leaving them naked to the world. Some will fall, some will succeed, and most will forget. But I wouldn't forget what he did to me for four years, and what he did to all the boys after and before me. I made a promise that day in the hospital, staring at the lost boy, "He won't get away with this."