And here we are, born to be kings...we're princes of the uni...ver..se...yeah, sorry, got carried away there. Anywho, here we have another chapter. This is a bit short, but the next few chapters are going to be nice and long. I've got some fluff in the next chapter, but then there will also be some no-good stuff as well. I've got it all planned out...and thanks to you who have reviewed. It means a lot that you took the time. : )
I don't own FF VII or any of the characters in it. I just use it to amuse myself and others who read my writings.
They stayed at the house for two more hours, waiting for the rain to let up enough for them to reach their hotel without getting lost. Renji had curled up in his mother's lap, denying that he needed a nap. Yuffie just agreed with him, and the boy nodded off to sleep a few moments later. Yuffie put the boy to bed, returning to her visitors afterward.
"That was painless. He usually fights naps with a passion. Did you promise him sweets if he was good?" The question was directed at Rude in a teasing manner.
"No."
"Then I'm not knocking it. On to an important question: why are you being so nice?"
"Why shouldn't I, we, be nice to children? And we aren't exactly enemies anymore, are we?"
"No, but still...its weird for you to be so nice."
"Things change. You know that better than most people." Rufus looked out the window, and stood up. Rude followed suit. "The rain has let up some, so we shall take our leave. Thank you for the tea."
"You're welcome. And I hope you realize Renji will pester you to look at his butterfly, when he catches it, Rude." The man nodded, and walked to the door. Rufus gave Yuffie a slight bow, then he and Rude ran out into the rain. He was vaguely sure Yuffie had waved good-bye to them, but the rain impeeded his sight. They found the hotel easily enough, and were quite happy to get inside.
"I hope you have an idea on how to get Reno here, cause I won't be responsible for making that boy cry."
"Don't worry, boss. I've got it covered."
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'Ring'
'Ring'
'Ri-' "Reno here, whattya want?"
"Yo, partner. You got a minute?"
"Sure thing, Rude. I hate paper work anyway."
"You're...doing paper work?"
"In my office, no less."
"Huh. I'm sending you a file. Take a good look at it when it gets done."
"What is it? Some hot chick you found at the beach? Rufus with a girly drink? Oh, I know, Elena wearing granny panties!"
"Nope. It's the reason you're getting your ass in that helicopter and coming over here."
"Nothing doing, Rude! I'm not going, and you should know better than to ask me."
"You just make sure and look at the file. It's done now."
"Rude, if this is Yuffie with some other guy or some shit like that, I'm going to strangle you with a malboro tentacle..."
"It isn't."
He was sitting at his desk. It was making the desk and chair quite happy to be of use to someone. The computer was estatic. It was saving and sorting files as fast as it could. Right now it was awaiting the mouse click that would tell it to open the newest file it had recived. It jumped to it the moment it happened, filling the screen with a delightful, colored picture. It was, after all, programed to do what it was told.
Reno's eyes imediately went to Yuffie, drinking in the sight of her. He had nothing but older photographs of her, so seeing her in a new one was exciting. She looked perfect. Beautiful. She was smiling down gently at a child in her arms. A child that had nodded off to sleep on her shoulder. A child that had blazing red hair and the exact same face as him.
If his jaw could have detatched itself from the rest of his skull, it would have. As it was, it hung limply while his brain tried to comprehend what his eyes were telling it. Reno completely forgot that Rude was on the phone. That he was in his dreaded office, that he had a stack of paper work the size of a small mountain in front of him. All he could see and think of was Yuffie holding that child.
HIS child.
"I'll be there in three hours."
'click'
Reno sat there in shock for a minute more, trying to think. He used his phone again, this time to check his messages. There was one that he kept saved, but never listened to. It was the last call from Yuffie. She had stopped calling after that.
'Reno...it's Yuffie. Why won't you pick up? Fine, whatever. I've been calling you because I'm pregnant. Three months, the doctor says. You obviously don't want anything more to do with me, but I thought you should know, considering you're the father. Please, call me when you get this, Reno.'
'End of message.'
"I knew I sould have answered that last call...DAMN IT!"
And there we have it! Poor Reno, I hope he doesn't destroy any more office furniture on his way out the door...
R&R, please. It's what makes the world a happy place!