Past Life
Reno walked down the street. In just three more years, he'd be eligible to take the exams to be a Turk. Reno sighed, three years was a long ways away. Reno simply continued walking home.
When he walked in, he was surprised to see his mother home. Usually, she was working at the bakery his gramps owned. What surprised him the most, though, was that she was talking to the leader of the Turks. In fact, they were laughing as if best friends!
Reno walked in, acting as if he didn't notice and headed straight for the kitchen, so he could eavesdrop without getting caught.
"Was that Reno?"
"Yes, that was him. He's home rather early though…"
"Well, if he's anything like you, then maybe he got suspended."
"Maybe…I often worry he's to much like me…"
"I can see how that would be a problem, Alisha."
"Oh hush up, Veld," Reno's mother snapped.
Veld chuckled. Alisha looked out the window, "How's Abigail been?"
Veld groaned, "It's as if you never left. She began acting just like you, even calling herself Gunn now."
"Gunn….it fits her."
"Yesterday, she set of the fire alarm when she set fire to her paperwork, before that she stopped up the toilets in the girls' bathroom trying to flush it all away. Today she just threw it out the window and almost buried poor Tseng."
Alisha laughed, "Gaia, I miss that kid. I wish I could come back…"
"You still can…"
"You know I can't, Veld."
Reno blinked, why did his mom sound so sad? Why'd she quit being a Turk?
Veld sighed, "You can't blame me for trying. It's not the same without you. Even though he wont admit it, even Tseng misses you."
"He just misses my cooking."
Veld chuckled, "Perhaps."
Alisha just smiled and shook her head.
"I guess I should get going. Good bye, Alisha."
"You make it sound like you're leaving forever. Heh. See ya, Veld."
Veld nodded and waved before walking out.
Reno blinked. Since when was his mom a Turk?