The rush was amazing. The wind whipped through my hair making me look like a fireball flashing past the desolate wasteland. My goggles had finally come into use, shielding my eyes from the biting wind. This had to be the greatest idea I've ever had.
Theft was something that came to me at a young age. I was quick and deadly silent when I wanted to be—a trait that helped me get recruited by the Turks. The act of stealing Fenrir was not particularly hard, but getting past its owner was. The guy had eyes like a hawk, especially when it came to his beloved motorcycle. Thanks to my unequaled skill—and the fact that I'd screwed the hell out of him to make him all tired and sleepy—I'd gotten away quickly and was now riding through the wasteland outside of Midgar.
Suddenly I felt something hit the back of my head and turned quickly. Speeding close behind me was a green motorcycle with a very angry looking blonde on it. The blonde's hand rose, whipping a small rubber ball at a very easy red target—me. The ball bounced off my temple, most of its force taken away by the wind. I snickered and pulled the throttle, trying to delay the ass-kicking I knew I was about to get. I knew I couldn't fend Cloud off that long, even though the bike I had was much faster. Before I could do anything, Cloud had jumped on the bike behind me and had his arms wrapped around my waist.
"You're dead." He growls from behind me.
"Oh, get over it!" I laugh, taking the bike to full speed.
"You're going to regret this." His lips were right next to my ear. "Go home." I spun the bike around, excited to see why exactly I was going to regret my joy ride.
a/n: Your musical accompaniment for this one: "Get Over It" by OK Go.
Reno's crazy. It's fun to write, and I love him to death for being so writeable. I mean, I feel like I've got his voice down pretty well...and I can just hear the narrative in my head when I try to think up ideas. Oh, my Reno muse...it's a good thing he's been working well. I mean, I've written four chapters today (two of which are posted), even though by the time I post this I'll have held this and at least one other back for later, to tempt.
A note before the bait: Where did the rubber ball come from? Well, it's kinda like a ball for jacks, so I'm thinking Cloud stole one/two from Marlene and Denzel.
Oh, and as my bait for next chapter--Rufus makes another appearance to tease our beloved Reno. Review por favor!