A Day in the Life
Collection of drabbles.
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"Well, at least he got what he wanted," Rufus's voice was calm, clear, with a hint of boredom, but Reno could hear a slight tone of remorse. Rufus was standing near the large windows of his father's office, looking out into the dark sky, one of his hands running across the glass.
"Death?" Reno asked, confused. Shinra didn't want death—not his own, at least.
Rufus didn't turn around. Instead, he brought his hand down and clenched it tightly into a fist.
"No—well, yes—the Promised Land."
Turning around, he looked down at the desk before him. "And he thought he needed the Cetra to find it," he sighed. There was an open file sitting casually on the desk, yet it was empty. Aerith Gainsborough. He closed it silently and sat down in the chair.
"But she's gone." Reno smirked. "You want us to find her?" Finding Aerith meant having to go up against AVALANCHE yet again, which Reno was more than happy to do.
Rufus only leaned back in his father's chair and closed his eyes. "Find Sephiroth."
Reno stared for a moment, adrenaline beginning to rise inside him. "Yes, sir," he grinned. Turning around, he sauntered out of the room, finally glad he had a worthwhile challenge to pursue.
Rufus turned to look back out the window, images of his father's death replaying in his mind. He should be happy, for once not having to answer to that smug bastard, but he couldn't feel anything but grief, just slightly, at least, and a degree of envy. His father had successfully run Shinra to the ground from what it once used to be. His pursuit of the Promised Land had ended up killing him, but Rufus knew it could have gotten much worse—maybe Sephiroth had done him a favor, he thought, before quickly disregarding it.
Sephiroth was after that Cetra, and if what she had said were true, then he was going to destroy them all.
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to be continued.