Title: When Rude Met Reno
Authoress: Vitalini
Rating: T
Summary: Its not easy being a Turk, but what does it take to become one? While Rude is discovering what it really means to be a Turk, Tseng finally thinks he's found a way to calm a certain redheaded devil causing havoc in the Turk department. Join Rude and many new faces as they come to face the reality that is ShinRa.

Warning: Violence and language if there is anything else I'll warn you about when it comes.

Disclaimer: I only own any original characters and the fic- everything else belongs to me as much as the empire state building and the really worrying thing is, is that I have no idea where or what that is, yes I'm that clueless

Author's note: I was very disappointed with the last chapter, namely because Reno didn't get a very justified entrance, he deserved better entrance than that! I wasn't happy that I didn't give him enough lines so he wasn't as funny as I'd hoped, I have too many characters seriously but they all have there parts and I can't get rid of them, you have no idea how hard it is to kill off characters, well you may do but I'm not used to it. Anyway, I hope to redeem myself with this chapter and rid myself of the disappointment of 'Red'. So here it is ...'Shades' Chapter 5

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Rude strolled calmly passed the miles and miles of vehicles, all property of ShinRa and possible the greatest collection of transportation devices he'd ever seen. However, he had not come down here to admire the collection. Though it was impressive, the variety was startling and many just screamed style at you.

He wasn't really meant to be here, he wasn't even a Rookie according to the higher officials since they failed on the last mission, (for reasons that weren't their fault.) They had be given another mission, which the successful completion would then grant them Rookie status. Trainees weren't even allowed to touch one of these inspiring works of traveling art, because that's what many were, they just begged to be used, but he obediently kept his distance.

He wanted time to think, alone. With his four friends whom until recently he'd call his tagalongs he just couldn't get that.

Last night he'd been restless, thinking about the mission. Wondering if they'd stayed on the top floor a bit longer and just waited for Marko to get caught; then moved in to save them and take the Target would they have to do yet another task. He'd never felt like such a failure.

Not even when his surrogate father had died in his arms and he'd for a brief moment felt that if he'd been there then he'd still be alive and they'd still be working happily in the shop together by day and sparring by night. That illusion had been quickly squashed, as he was mere minutes later fighting for his own life. He had little control over the situation then, but this time it was his decision that had gotten him, Jim and Lithia caught. They insisted it wasn't but he knew it was.

He'd sneaked down to the lowest levels of the ShinRa building which turned out to be were the company housed most of its wheeled transportation needs. The boats, trains and aircrafts were obviously not stored down here though he had seen a helicopter or two during his long and winding travels. They'd all been neatly arranged, so rows and rows of the same model were together and they were part of a overall department that specialized in a particular vehicle, most floors included there own repair offices and large elevators brought new designs or anything else they'd been making from above down to storage to be someday used.

He'd been walking along these vast rows of sleek cars, trucks, vans, skateboards etc for hours. There were about 20 floors below ground level, he had taken the shortcut, and not wandered down the vast rabbit warren, he'd kept to the main path as it were, climbing steadily upwards. So by the time he reached the motorbike section, it was getting near the time he had to report for said new mission. He wasn't looking forward to it.

He admired the machines on either side of him, humbled by their size and sheer bulk of some while intrigued by the slender and lighter models. It was easy to tell which type of mission each had been designed for, no one in their right mind would go on one of those delicate things if they planned to travel any great distance or challenge a dangerous target.

Stopping he pulled out his eye drops before proceeding to squeeze the fluid on to his eyes. They'd been bothering him far more recently, so much that he'd taken to carrying the medication round with him permanently. That last mission had been dire, for his eyesight anyway. It was perhaps his most glaring weakness and he hated it as much as he hated failing.

Carrying on he heard the faint sound of another vehicle coming in, he had gotten use to it but now he was nearing the ground floor it was clearer. It was difficult to distinguish what type of machine it was, do advance was the stealth technology crammed into these vehicles that to identify one from the other by the sound was nearly impossible.

He didn't speed up, many Turks and even SOLDIERS had walked passed but none had paid him any heed. The noise kept getting louder, but again he didn't see this to be significance, still occupied with his own inner turmoil.

Suddenly the bright glare of headlights and the furious engine of a motorbike sounded directly behind him, so close that without thinking he dived out of the way, between the nearest bikes. Scrambling up off the floor he was vaguely aware of the offending bike shooting passed. Wondering how it had gotten so close, so fast and cursing the moron of a driver, he got up and stormed on.

Ahead, further up along the row of bulky motorbikes he saw the bike turn into one of the empty spaces. It wasn't that far and he found himself speeding up, a mad idea of confronting the idiot who nearly gave him a heart attack buzzing in his head.

As he got closer and the scare wore off he slowed down, realizing he was just as much in the wrong since he wasn't supposed to be taking a leisurely stroll in the company car park. He could see the driver a little better now. The motorbike was still humming softly beneath them as the lights continued to blaze. The ever present smell of mako fuel increased dramatically as he nearer the exhaust.

There was something disconcertingly familiar about the driver, who's face was fully covered by the protective helmet. He passed with out a scene, said driver fiddling with this and that of their bike. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the driver reach to take off the head garment but didn't stop, finally worried that he'd be recognized as a trainee and get reported.

"Yo where you going in such a hurry?"

He froze; it couldn't be could it? Swiveling round he watched slender hands fully remove the head protection. Blood red ponytail falling down behind his back, messy locks even more ruffled. He realized what had been so familiar now, the ridiculously sloppy uniform and slender form that was dwarfed by the huge motorbike he had driven in.

"Fancy meeting you here, yo."

Red finally turned to look at him fully, large pilot goggles covering his eyes and the shades still on his forehead, the sight was so comical that he was fighting to keep a straight face. Red, ignorant that he looked even crazier than normal smiled goofily while pulling the goggles off.

"Gonna say anything, yo?"

He didn't really know what to say, this was the last person he'd expected to run into and of all places. Yesterday, as he had been dragged all over the building with his friends who were looking for that Reno person, he had taken the opportunity to search for Red. He'd wanted to thank him for saving them but the redhead was no were to be found, he even looked in the academy when they got back but no one had seen anyone fitting the young man's description and many looked at Rude as if he was crazy. That had struck him as odd. Despite himself, he could only be suspicious of Red right now.

"…where have you been?"

Red blinked at him, taken aback by the question, and Rude had to admit it had been quite out of the blue even for him. Nevertheless, he was curious as to why Red was outside the ShinRa building and on a company vehicle no less.

"Around, yo" the younger mans voice was reserved, causious of Rude's questions.

"Trainees aren't allowed to use these vehicles" yes he was being very friendly, but he was kinda ticked off about being nearly run over. Then again, this person had saved his life yesterday, so he wasn't about to report him. On the other hand, he wasn't one to bend the rules…usually but his offence wasn't half as bad as Red's were trainees allowed to drive these vehicles? These vehicles looked far more complex than the ones they used in the academy.

"I passed my mission, yo," Oh course as far as he was aware only his unit had failed, so everyone else were qualified Rookies but still they had to be trained to use these machines.

"Have you been trained to drive that?" he had to ask, though he was more polite about it.

"…not really yo, kinda picked it up as I went along and – what's with all the questions yo?"

"…" not been trained! How can he be so relaxed about it? He's crazy…mental…

"…" Why is he staring at me? Should I say something? What should I say?

He wasn't liking the awkward silence stretching between them, he'd managed to start off on the wrong foot. Curse his mood fits. He liked Red, despite the strangeness and hardly knowing him, he was attracted to him… but not in that way! He was a novelty and as Lithia said an oddball (though it wasn't his place to comment on Red being cute, but there you go). Rude found the mysteriousness in a just a unique form so refreshing that he was enticed. Now that he had the chance, he wanted to know more about the world, and Red had become a sudden subject of interest since the moment he saw him. He was everything Rude wasn't and that only intrigued him more.

Unfortunately at the current moment of time Rude was unable to arrange his thoughts in such a logical order nor make out the feelings inside of him, which was beneficial since that would freak him out even more then he needed to be. ShinRa was proving to be less simple then he'd originally thought and he wasn't even official part of it yet and then there were these strange new people. He was starting to wish he'd developed better social skills.

"Wanna start over, yo?" Red didn't seem at all bothered, as he fiddled with his helmet, putting it away somewhere. It was like he'd brushed Rude's inquires to the side and forgotten all about them.

Surprised he looked up and noted how Red looked just as awkward as he did. He nodded.

"Great, yesterday was pretty hectic huh?"

"...yes" that was a rather swift change; Red said it as if they'd been talking about that all along.

"Your really not much of a talker, yo"

"…sorry – I – erm…" Rude

Red sniggered a little into his hand, and adjusted himself so he was sitting sidesaddle in his seat, leaning forward.

"So what's your name anyway, yo?"

"Rude"

"Right, Rude, okay yo…."Red appeared to pull a face and he mused for a moment "what's with the names?"

"Pardon?"

"Well you know, Robin, Jim, Rude, not names you'd expect yo." He was surprised how serious he seemed to be over a little thing like names; in his opinion, Robin was a perfectly fine name. Sure, his was a little different but it was better than his actual name by far and Jim's well that was, he supposed, nice and simple so nothing wrong with it.

"And Red is?" He challenged a smirk of his own showing. He did not imagine it was very clear since it was quite dark down here, except for the lights of the motorbike, which Red had left on, possible to see him better.

"…Touché well its better than Rude, yo. But ya wanna know something?"

"What?"

"Its not my real name, yo."

He was slightly confused by this only because it had been a superior refer to him constantly as Red, and he'd always known any superior to speak formally, but at the same did it made sense, naming your child Red would be really peculiar.

"Is that your nickname?"

"Yeah, well one of them anyway, yo. I got loads; most people call me whatever they want." Rude found this a little odd since his experiences indicated most people didn't bother with nicknames.

"I see….so what's your real name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know yo?"

"That's why I asked?"

"Sorry, yo but that information is classified on a need to know bases…and you don't need to know, so nya"

"I don't?" he wasn't impressed with having a tongue stuck out at him. If he was this difficult with everyone no wonder people called him whatever they felt like.

"Why would you yo?"

"…so I know what to call you in the future."

"…what would ya call me yo?"

"Come again?" he was getting a little tired of this game, but he played along hoping Red would reveal his name and he could leave satisfied about solving one mystery.

"Well if ya could call me anything what would ya call me?"

"I'd call you by your name."

"But what is my name yo?"

"I don't know because you haven't told me"

"So what would you call me now yo?"

"Irritating"

"Why, yo?"

Red was clearly enjoying himself. If that rather gleeful smile was anything to go by furthermore it had changed into another snigger at Rude's reply. Knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with this, he decided he'd change topics.

"What are you doing here?"

"Giving up already, yo your no fun!" Red pouted.

He hadn't been expecting that, it was like talking to a five year old. He noticed a soft thudding noise and removed his eyes from Red's face to see him bouncing a small rubber ball in one hand. He did his best to stop his jaw dropping and silently wondered how such an infantile person could have gotten through that rigid exam system.

"Why are you here, yo?" Red had not given up playing his little game. For a weirdo he was persistent and determined, Rude would give him that. Unlike Red, he did not have all day to play mind games.

"Just going for a walk before my next mission." He replied not really thinking, slightly caught up in the hypnotic bouncing ball.

"You're going on a mission to, yo? Well since ya so interested, I went out for drive to clear my thoughts, yo. That's much better than walking in this stuffy place."

Tearing his eyes from the ball, he gave Red a surprised look, "you already have another mission?"

Red stared at him blankly and it was while before the redhead replied, "…yeah. Anyway looking forward to chance number two, yo?"

"Not really"

Red snorted, "Not surprised yo, your last was way more exciting."

"I'd hardly say that."

"Huh?" Red caught the ball one last time and pocketed it, perhaps finding the conversation slightly more interesting.

"We failed and if we keep this up then I'll never be a Turk." Rude allowed the bitterness seep into his words.

"It's not like it was ya fault yo."

"Really?" he could not believe that, the more he thought about it the more he could see ways they could have avoided capture. It is true what they say hindsight is a wonderful thing.

"Okay, look at it this way yo; life ain't no fun if you always see the glass half empty with your wrists bleeding."

"…" how was that going to help?

"Basically, ya just gotta wrap your cuts up and savior what ya got, yo … in short move on."

"That's easier said then done."

"Cause it is yo, wouldn't be advise otherwise. Anyway when was ya mission again?"

He paused for a moment trying to remember, "… 18:00 hours we had to report back"

Red raised an eyebrow, "Really? I'm gonna be late yo, mine's the same time."

"WHAT?" He felt his heart bash against his rest as he stared at his wristwatch, he had 10 minutes, until he had to be back in the training area. He would never make it. "I'm going to have to go."

"Whatever, yo" Red smirked, giving him a sleepy dismissive wave.

Rude turned and ran as fast as he could to the nearest elevator. When he was almost there he felt a tug on his sleeve and look round. To his surprise Red was behind him and not an official. He stopped even though he didn't want to.

"ya got a eye problem right?"

He had stopped him just to ask that; didn't he realize they had to be going urgently to their respective missions? Still he reclined his head, he could not really deny it but he was quite touché when someone pointed it out.

"Here have these yo, I don't need them…well not as much as you." He laughed a little to himself. Rude watched as Red pulled the shades off his forehead open mouthed. Before he knew it, they were being pressed into his palm.

"Wait… why?"

"I don't need them, yo." He smirked and if to emphasis his point he pulled out the pilot goggles from his pocket and put them on in replacement of the sunglasses, they easily propped up the hair that had fallen over his eyes. The googles were far bigger but suited him more Rude thought, but still he couldn't accept these.

"I can't-"

"Don't argue, yo." He smiled at him and began to walk back, leaving Rude beyond confused and still clutching the shade, not sure what to do with them.

"What about your mission?" he called after the Rookie.

"I'll be there, yo. Just gotta fix my bike." He looked at him and smirked as he casually strolled back to the vehicle as if he had all the time in the world, he flashed him a peace sign and then added, "what about you, yo aren't you going to be late?"

…damn.

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Well there you have it more Reno or Red. Yeah rubbish nickname but lets say Surph isn't very inventive though that's just my excuse.

What did you think, good, bad, ugly, disastrous, catastrophic… etc. I really need to think more about Reno's and a lot of others as well they're not going across strong enough are they?