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06 - Moving Forward
Reno was staring blankly at the scene before him. He knew SOLDIERs were faster and stronger than average humans, but he hadn't really understood by how much. Seeing one fight right in front of him was almost mind numbing. His simple human eyes hadn't been able to track Genesis as he moved; one second he was charging the Behemoth, then poof, he was on its back. He hadn't seen the sword move either; all he'd heard was the air crack and the blade chime. That's… faster than any SOLDIER I've seen.
Genesis leapt off the creatures back and quickly closed the distance to Reno. The redhead jumped as the SSC placed his hands on his upper arms. "Are you ok? What hurts? Is anything serious?"
Reno's eyes focused on the SOLDIER that had suddenly appeared before him; it was like he had just materialized there. It took a few seconds longer for him to understand what Genesis was saying since he was talking so fast that he had to slow the words down in his head. He didn't think that was a SOLDIER enhancement; excitement, anxiety, panic, or all of the above were his top choices. Even in such a serious situation and in a state of confusion, the SSC's response made Reno happy. Maybe he does like me.
Getting no response, Genesis began sweeping his hands over Reno's body. His thoughts were moving faster than Bahamut's Mega Flare. Was the Turk in shock? Did he have any new injuries? Had the still healing injuries been made worse?
"I'm ok yo," Reno said. His mind had finally processed what the SOLDIER had said. He grabbed Genesis's wrists, stopping his frantic hands in mid-motion. His eyes were wide and held too many emotions for Reno to identify. He didn't think the other comprehended what he'd said so Reno tightened his grip, gave him a little shake, and said, "Genesis, I'm ok! Just a few scratches!"
Reno watched his words sink in and the mixed expression vanished as relief washed into Genesis's eyes. He slowly released his grip on the SSC's wrists and started to back up, but suddenly he had two arms around his neck and a body pressed to his front. He was in mid-step and almost lost his balance, regaining it just in time. The Turk was paralyzed for a heartbeat before he brought his arms up to circle Genesis in return. He breathed in Genesis's scent and found it puzzling, but pleasant. The SSC smelled faintly like clove and ginger with a touch of burning leaves underneath. Mmm, spicy.
The two stood locked in embrace for several minutes. Genesis finally started to pull away and Reno reluctantly opened his arms to let him go.
"I'm sorry," Genesis said, embarrassed.
"Nothin' ta be sorry fer," Reno replied.
The two stood in silence for several moments, eyes darting around awkwardly, never staying on each other for too long. Finally Genesis spoke. "We should get going." He waved his hand in the general direction where they had left the rucksack.
Reno nodded and took a step before something occurred to him. "Where's yer sword yo?"
Genesis cast a perplexed gaze at Reno, looked down at his empty hands, and finally reached over his right shoulder where the hilt of his sword should be. "I... don't know." He started walking back toward the fallen Behemoth, eyes roaming this way and that in search of his missing weapon.
Without a word Reno trailed after the SOLDIER, only half-ass looking for the sword, mind once again turned inward. The concern the SOLDIER showed was more than what a bodyguard would show toward his charge and more than someone who was just following orders. Does he really like me? Reno had almost convinced himself that any feelings were one sided. Now he wasn't so sure and that little spark of… something was growing.
His normal reaction was to trample the spark until not even the tiniest of embers remained. A few times he had tried to stomp the current spark, but he certainly hadn't trampled it. He kept hesitating at the last second. The thought that the SSC might like him filled him with hope, excitement, and anticipation on one side; fear, confusion, and doubt on the other. He decided for now he would maintain the spark and nothing more. Gods he just wanted to get to Junon so he wouldn't have to think anymore, wouldn't have to confront his inner demons. The two would go their separate ways and life would return to normal. Yet that thought left him unsettled. Because you don't want that. He pushed all feelings aside and concentrated on finding the SOLDIER's sword like it was the last drop of water in a dessert.
Genesis was fairly certain his intestines contained so many knots they would never function properly again. Some of the knots were caused by the battle, but most were caused by his emotions. He'd given up on trying to figure out what he was feeling. Angeal often told him he let his emotions rule him too much, but Angeal wasn't here to talk things through with; no one was. He decided the best course of action was to listen to his instincts and deal with the aftermath later.
"Eh, I thin' I found it," came Reno's voice from somewhere behind him.
"Think? You either did or didn't," Genesis snapped, wincing at his tone. Maybe that's what Angeal means? Even he knew there was a difference between listening to your instincts and emotions, and letting them completely take over. Pfft, if Angeal had been clearer I might have paid more attention. A smile broke his lips apart at the thought.
Reno didn't react to the SOLDIER's tone. Turks knew how to deal with all kinds of people and Genesis was just another person. True, but you only let it slide because you know he isn't pissed at you. That and he wondered if it was truly an attitude, not simply Genesis's personality. Most people would be put off but Reno found it... endearing.
"Ya, well, I think it's under the tail. I see somethin' metal anyway," Reno said through a smirk.
"Under the tail? How the hell did it end up there?"
"Dunno. Maybe ya dropped it or it fell out of the things head an' the tail twitched, sliding on top of it," the Turk speculated, looking more closely at the tail. Fucking things are bigger than they look. He took a few steps away then ran forward, intending to use his right shoulder to ram the tail and move it, only his foot slipped in an unseen pool of monster blood. Reno ended up flipping over the tail, landing flat on his back on the other side.
The Turk was scowling at the sky and regaining his breath when Genesis's face appeared above him. The SOLDIER was sporting a huge grin; eyes alight with laughter. Reno wanted to slap him but it was his own damned fault; he should have checked the ground more thoroughly. Even the slightest breeze could bury things in dust rather quickly and besides, he'd laugh if Genesis had done it. He was just embarrassed and annoyed because it was him.
"Well, that was... clever," Genesis managed to say in between chuckles.
Reno's scowl deepened, which caused the SSC to laugh harder. Just because he knew he shouldn't be pissed didn't make not being pissed any easier. He opened his mouth to tell him to shut the fuck up, but stopped. Tension, dread, fear, anxiety, and an array of other shitty feelings had stalked them for almost two days. It was like they had a giant black cloud focused on them, whose sole purpose was to ride them like a nymphomaniac tart. Why quash the fleeting moments of humor they were given? Besides, much as it pained him to admit, it was pretty damned funny and at that thought he joined Genesis in laughter.
As the laughter tapered off, Genesis peered down at Reno with a smile, "You think you can get to your feet and stay there why I get my sword?"
"Suck me SOLDIER boy," Reno replied smiling back. Genesis laughed again and disappeared from view. Reno put his hands above his shoulders, shifted his weight to his upper body, and sprang up, landing on his feet.
"To late for showing off Turk," Genesis said, still smiling. Through really, I don't mind.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Reno replied, dusting off his uniform. He wondered why he was bothering since the damned thing was ruined anyway.
Genesis bent down by the Behemoth's tail and placed his hands, palm up, underneath the thing. "Move back," he said to Reno. The Turk complied and he easily lifted the tail up, used a foot to kick his sword clear, and drop it back to the ground.
"Well shit, if I'da known ya could do that, I wouldn' a made an ass out of myself," Reno said.
"Somehow, I don't think you can help it," replied Genesis, chuckling.
Reno didn't immediately catch the insult. He was looking up at the sky wondering how much daylight they had left when it hit him. "Hey!"
"Hmm, slow too. At least you have your looks," Genesis replied, giving the Turk a wink. "Let's get the pack and get moving."
Reno gave a mock pout, causing Genesis to shake his head slightly. He felt his inner spark wiggle in happiness as it grew just a fraction. The SSC moved up beside him and together they went to retrieve their meager possessions.
Almost seven hours after takeoff the helicopter touched down about a half mile Southwest of Fort Condor. After replacing the current SIM cards in the Turks phones with the new ones, Angeal had managed to get in a few hours' sleep. The Turks had also managed to get a few winks by playing musical cockpit; Tseng had taken over for Rude, Rude then replaced Elena, and finally Elena had replaced Tseng. Angeal and Cissnei were the odd persons out; apparently she hadn't passed the pilot's license exam, which she swore she would rectify soon, and Angeal didn't know the first thing about piloting anything.
As the party exited the chopper, arms stretched skyward to loosen cramped muscles. Elena and Rude secured the chopper while Tseng, Cissnei, and Angeal paced in a small area to get their leg muscles working. The group finally converged with Tseng in the middle of a loose circle. He filled in Elena and Rude on their current situation before turning to Angeal. "Is there anything else we should be appraised of?"
Angeal thought for a moment before replying, "No, I've told you all I know."
Tseng nodded. "Do you have any advice on how to approach the Fort?"
Again Angeal thought before replying, "I wouldn't suggest I be up front. I do look like a SOLDIER and that might be bad. Maybe send Elena and Cissnei in first? They appear the least threatening of the group." The women made disgruntled sounds and Angeal quickly added, "No offense meant. I know better, they don't." Appeased, both women nodded their agreement and looked at Tseng.
Tseng had thought the same thing but hoped Angeal might have a different option. He knew Elena and Cissnei could take care of themselves, but he didn't like it. The Wutain had no idea if the layout of Fort Condor had changed since his last visit or how hostile the area had become. He didn't even know how many people remained in the Fort and didn't like sending any of his Turks straight into a potential fight without proper intel.
"We'll be fine boss," Elena said, sensing Tseng's hesitation.
"We can do this," Cissnei chimed in.
"It is not your abilities I doubt," Tseng said. He thought for another moment before conceding. "Elena, Cissnei, you two are on point. Rude and myself will follow 30 steps behind. That leaves you bringing up the rear, Angeal." Heads nodded around him as he continued. "Once contact is made, Rude, Angeal, and myself will hold position while Cissnei and Elena explain the situation. If it appears things will go badly, Cissnei place a hand behind your back and wave at us. Else, we will hold until we are invited to move forward." More nods followed.
The circle broke as the group moved into position and Tseng walked up to Elena and Cissnei. "Do not tell them any more than necessary. Start out by stating we are not on official Shinra business and simply need supplies. If that does not work ask if I may speak with their leader." Both women nodded and started forward. Tseng fell back to stand beside Rude, glancing at Angeal as they started forward.
As the party approached the facility Tseng heard Cissnei gasp and exclaim, "Oh my Gods it is real!" She pointed at the large bird on top of the reactor and said, "It's beautiful!" with a giggle. The Wutain couldn't stop the small smile that lifted his lips. Death threats and exile be damned, nothing can break a Turks spirit.
"Head ups," Angeal said from the back of the group.
Tseng scanned the area as Rude tensed beside him. The group was now standing at the end of a trail that led up to the Fort's entrance. At the top of the trail stood two well-muscled, not to mention well-armed, men. The two didn't speak nor did their stance suggest violence, which was encouraging.
With about a fourth of the trail left, Tseng motioned for Rude to stop and heard Angeal fall still behind him. Cissnei and Elena kept moving forward until they were within four feet of the men. No one went for weapons and soon the group was talking. Less than 10 minutes later, the two women moved apart, allowing one of the men to come through. Tseng tensed and knew that Rude and Angeal had as well.
The approaching man smiled and looked from Tseng, to Rude, to Angeal. Finally he stuck his hand out toward Tseng and said, "I believe you mean us no harm, so welcome."
"That is correct, we only need supplies," Tseng said, taking the man's hand.
"Gil is always welcome! Come in," he replied, breaking the handshake. The man stepped aside and motioned the three men forward.
Elena, Cissnei, and the other man had already disappeared inside the Fort as Angeal, Tseng, Rude, and their escort made their way up the ladder. Upon reaching the common area their escort looked at Tseng and said, "That is our Chief, please see him for anything you need." With that both men disappeared down the ladder, probably going back to their guard positions outside.
"Well that went well," Cissnei said as she and Elena rejoined Tseng, Rude, and Angeal. Elena nodded her agreement.
"Yes," Tseng replied. Almost too well, he thought. He honestly didn't expect any problems here; he'd just been with Shinra too long to not be suspicious. Out loud he said, "Elena, Cissnei, Rude, go sit down on those benches while Angeal and I speak with the Chief."
The three Turks nodded and sat while Tseng walked toward the Chief with Angeal at his back. The Chief was seated and held a walking staff in one hand. "Welcome to Fort Condor, Turks," he said, "and SOLDIER," he added, taking in Angeal. There was no anger or scorn in his voice.
"Thank you," Tseng replied. "We will not be staying long. We simply need a few supplies before continuing on."
The Chief nodded before saying, "If you're looking for chopper fuel, you're out of luck. We only have small things here; Potions, Materia, a few accessories, and food items."
"Actually, we were planning to leave the chopper here," Tseng said in an even voice.
"Oh? Hmmm."
Tseng waited a few moments before prompting, "Something wrong?"
"Wrong? Not if you're... giving the chopper to us," replied the Chief.
"After we remove one or two items, it is yours," Tseng replied, shrugging. Shinra wanted to kill the Turks, which included him. Screw their chopper.
"Good, good!" The Chief turned to a man standing about twelve feet away. "Get out there and permanently disable both transmitters." The man nodded and took off. "Don't take anything else yet!" The Chief called before the man disappeared down the ladders.
The Chief turned back toward Tseng. "Our shops are up in that loft over there and there are some beds down below. I reckon you should stay the night before you continue."
Tseng started to say 'no' but Angeal placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sir, it's a good idea. We're probably as safe here, if not safer, than anywhere else right now. We have a lot of walking ahead of us and everyone could use a good rest first."
Tseng thought about Angeal's words and found himself agreeing. None of the Turks, aside from Cissnei maybe, had a decent night's sleep in at least two days; Rude probably longer than that. This may be the last roof over the head in a while, let alone a bed. "I agree." He looked at the Chief and stated, "We will stay."
He felt Angeal relax behind him and the Chief said, "Glad to hear it. I'll make sure the sheets are fresh," before shaking Tseng's hand and heading toward another villager. Suddenly he stopped and called over his shoulder, "Should we be expecting company?"
"No," Tseng replied. He'd managed to temporarily disable the choppers transmitters so Shinra had no way to track them.
"Good," the Chief nodded, continuing on.
Tseng turned to face Angeal. "We need to gather everyone's gil before purchasing supplies."
"No need, Sir," Angeal replied. He removed a small pouch from his front, right pant pocket. "Rufus gave me this before I left," he said as he pushed the bag into Tseng's hands. "I would have given it to you sooner, but other things were more important."
Tseng felt gil shift within the pouch as it was placed in his hand. Thank you, Rufus, he thought as he clutched the bag. Looking back at Angeal he said, "Let us get everyone downstairs and into a bed. We all need rest; tomorrow will come too soon."
Angeal nodded and followed Tseng back to the waiting Turks. Everyone looked grateful at the prospect of a good night's sleep and he said a quick prayer to Gaia that everyone would actually be able to sleep as he followed Rude down the rope ladder. The SSC removed his sword and placed it on the floor next to the bed closest to the ladder. He laid down and closed his eyes, wondering about what the future held. Angeal didn't think long before sleep claimed him.
After finding the SSC's sword Reno and Genesis collected the rucksack and started walking. Their journey had taken them up into part of the mountain range that divided the Eastern Continent. The footing was treacherous, but it beat having to walk clear around the mountain range, through the Grasslands on the Eastern side of the continent, then all the way back West to Junon. The small trail they had found proved other travelers agreed.
If he had to guess, and he did since he didn't have a watch or a PHS, Reno would say they had been walking for at least six hours, give or take. They had stopped once to have a snack, but that was hours ago. Normally walking didn't bother him, but his injuries had gone from a dull ache to a more persistent throb as they moved upward. The Potion had done its job, but Potions didn't cure aches and pains; they just mended damage. Being pawed by the Behemoth sure as hell hadn't helped much.
They were about halfway down the backside of the mountain when Reno fell to his knees with an exasperated groan. Genesis was instantly by his side, asking if he was ok and checking him over. Reno tilted his head up toward the SOLDIER and said, "I'm fine yo, just tired. We need to stop for the night."
Genesis cocked an eyebrow at the Turk. He didn't feel tired, but Mako seemed to keep exhaustion at bay and he mentally kicked himself for not stopping more often to check on the Turk. He was so used to working with other SOLDIERs or alone that it hadn't occurred to him to keep an eye on his companion's strength. Reno's injuries probably weren't helping either.
Genesis nodded in compliance. "Stay here," Reno nodded and Genesis moved to the edge of the overhang they were on. He scanned the immediate area and spotted a rock shelter, which appeared to be on mostly flat ground. The SSC walked back to Reno and knelt down in front of him.
"There's a rock shelter not too far below us, 30 meters or less. It's mostly covered and on flat terrain. Can you make it that far?"
Reno hauled himself up and said, "Let's go." Genesis didn't say anything and instead gave him a strange look. "Wha'?"
"How do you do that?" asked the SOLDIER with a perplexed expression.
"Do what?"
"Just... never mind. I'll ask after we make camp," he said and started picking his way down the mountainside.
Reno stood for a few seconds before following, puzzled. How did he do... what? He wasn't aware he'd done anything unusual. Shouldn't he be the one asking how Genesis pulled off such amazing feats, like basically single handedly killing a Behemoth or never getting tired? He'd probably just say 'it's the Mako'. Reno had no doubt that was part of it, but only part of it.
Genesis had stopped about 3 meters in front of him. Until then Reno hadn't been paying much attention to anything aside from what was under his feet, opting to relying on the SSC to notify him of danger. He was certainly putting a lot of trust into someone he'd just meet, but he didn't feel like he had much choice. The redhead was too damned tired to trust his own instincts. Now he stopped and scanned the area that Genesis had picked for camp.
It was a decent shelter, probably constructed by travelers or miners, and the SSC had been right; the ground was mostly flat. There was one rock that had been deliberately positioned on top of two others, forming a partial roof. There wasn't a lot of clearance but it would be fine to sleep under. The rear of the shelter was protected by the mountain itself, so the only side that was open was the front. Just in front of the covered area, part of the ground was blackened and charred from fires lit to keep occupants warm.
Reno sighed and sunk to the ground, back up against one of the roof supporting rocks. Gods it felt good to be off his feet. He couldn't remember the last time he'd walked so damned much. Heh, getting lazy driving and flying everywhere. The Turk liked the exercise, but he'd certainly enjoy it more if he didn't ache.
Genesis watched Reno out of the corner of his eye. The Turk didn't seem to be in major pain, just tired. Some tension went out of him that he hadn't known he had and he turned his attention to their pack. He untied the blanket and threw it under the roofed-in area, then dug out the food bag. "Here," he said, tossing it to Reno.
Reno caught the bag, opened it, and pulled out a bag of chips and a tube of peanuts. "Better save the MRE's for breakfast," he stated, tossing the bag back.
"Agreed."
Reno opened the chips and started popping them into his mouth. Damn they were good! He must be hungrier than he thought for chips to taste so good. At least they had plenty of water so they wouldn't get dehydrated from salt. They had found a stream about halfway up the mountain that they used to fill their canteen and wash up a bit. If worse came to worse he had no doubt the SOLDIER could make the trip to the stream and back in no time.
Reno popped another chip into his mouth and swung his head toward Genesis, who was fiddling with something in the bag. "So, we made camp," he hinted.
Genesis stopped and looked at Reno, eyebrow raised. "...Yeesss..."
"How do I do... what?" Reno supplied, too tired to tease. Damn.
"Oh... that. I'd forgotten," Genesis replied.
"Well I didn't, so spill."
Genesis gave the Turk a good once over before replying. "Your speech. How do you... change it like that?" Reno gave him a confused look so he clarified. "One minute you talk like a slum rat, all slang and chopped up words. The next you talk... well, normally." He almost said 'educated' but caught himself just in SSC saw understanding dawn in the Turk's eyes, then he looked somewhat embarrassed, nervous, or both.
"Oh... that. Eh, I...it's... hard to explain," the Turk finally replied.
"Try me."
Reno sighed. "Ok..." he took a breath and tilted his head back before continuing, "You know Turks are like, masters of disguise and shit right?" Genesis nodded so he plowed on. "Well sometimes we have to work with people, like 'slum rats' as you so kindly put it, and we need to be one of them to build trust." He was pretty sure he saw Genesis cringe at his tone when he'd said slum rats. Good. "The accent is just part of the disguise. I use it so often I don't even realize when I am, or am not, using it anymore. I sometimes have the same problem with body language."
Genesis sensed there was more to it than that, especially given the way Reno reacted to the slum rat term. Maybe he was from the slums? That would explain why Reno spent a lot of time working with slummers. Way to make an uppity ass out of yourself Genesis. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," he said in a quiet voice. "But... would you... talk more normally?" He felt heat rush to his face with that last comment.
"What difference does it make how I talk yo?" Reno snapped, tiredness vanishing. Only after the words were out of his mouth did he notice the SOLDIER's blush. Huh?
"Sorry. You're right, it doesn't matter," Genesis replied in a rush. He stood up and looked down at Reno. "We can take turns on watch. I'll go first." He turned around and heard Reno stand, but jumped when Reno's hands landed on his shoulders as he figured the Turk had been going to lay down.
"Don't," Reno whispered. He bent his head down so that his forehead touched the top of Genesis's head. It was actually pretty comfortable since Genesis was only a few inches shorter than himself.
Genesis froze, confused and slightly thrown by the Turks actions. "Don't what?"
"Don't be pissed. I was just curious and I'm not mad or anything. I'll try to talk more... normally... from now on."
Genesis's thoughts were a whirlwind and he found himself leaning into Reno's touch, into his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Oddly he didn't question his actions, just went with them and they felt… right. "I like the cadence and intonation of your voice. When you speak normally, both come through and... I... enjoy hearing them," he admitted, blushing again.
He likes the sound of my voice? Reno felt his heart speed up at Genesis's confession. He slowly slid his hands forward until his arms were circling Genesis's neck very loosely. When the SOLDIER didn't complain or try to move away, he lowered his arms so they were circling his waist and tightened his grip a bit.
"Then I'll work on the accent yo," Reno said very softly. He breathed in that clove-ginger-burnt leaves smell and didn't want to let the SOLDIER go. The Turk moved a few steps backward, gently tugging on Genesis in the process. The SOLDIER looked at Reno over his left shoulder, eyebrow raised. Reno's response was to tug again and finally Genesis moved backwards with him.
They stopped when Reno found the rock shelter. He quickly hopped up, sat at the edge of the roof, spread his legs, and moved Genesis in between them until his butt was touching the edge of the rock. Reno scooted backward until Genesis's ass was leaning on the rock without brushing against intimate areas. Wish he was, he thought, but he didn't want to push his luck too much. Genesis was still standing and he couldn't help but think the position would be awkward, but fucking sexy.
Genesis's brain had stayed quiet while Reno was guiding him backward. As they stopped he was surprised Reno was keeping them that inch apart where it counted, but then his thoughts went quiet again. He felt safe and was filled with contentment and peace. For once he didn't care why; he just went with it.
Reno was leaning forward, eyes closed, nose buried in Genesis's hair, upper body pressed to his back. Much to his surprise, Genesis was leaning backward a bit to maintain contact. He moved his head just enough to say, "Do ya really think we need to keep watch?"
Genesis wanted to say 'yes' but thought about it. They should keep watch since it was protocol and they were in unfamiliar territory yet neither had seen any travelers or monsters since they'd be on the mountain trail. Genesis hadn't heard or smelled anything either, and thanks to the Mako, those senses were quite acute. He was also known to be a light sleeper...
Reno froze as Genesis tensed in front of him. Didn't I just say I didn't want to push it? "I understand yo," he said and started to withdraw his arms, but Genesis placed his hands on his lower arms, stopping him. They stayed that way for a moment, Reno's arms circling the SOLDIER's waist with the SSC's hands keeping them in place.
"I didn't say anything," Genesis quietly replied.
"I know, but ya tensed up so I figured that was a 'yes, we need to keep watch'." And I should have just kept my mouth shut, he mentally added. He gently pulled his arms out from underneath the SOLDIER's hands. The Turk was hunched over, looking down at his dangling legs and what was sure to be a cold, hard bed when his vision went all purple. He actually rubbed his eyes, thinking something was wrong with them before he felt fingers lightly brush his chin. Surprised, he jerked his head up and his eyes locked with the cerulean of Genesis's.
Genesis saw a flicker of surprise flit across Reno's face and was amused. He pulled his hand back, took a step forward, then placed his hands on the top of Reno's upper legs, lightly gripping them and feeling the muscles under his fingers. His legs were now bumping into the rock Reno was sitting on and he was less than an inch away from his face. As he gazed into the Turk's eyes he saw miniscule amounts of confusion, curiosity, and surprise. The predominate emotions he saw were the ones he was hoping for; longing, desire, and best of all, hope. Before he could think about what he was doing and stop himself, he leaned even closer.
The SSC hovered so close to Reno's mouth that a tiny movement would make them touch. A thrill ran though him from head to toe and his heart beat faster at the thought of what he was about to do. He closed his eyes and finally pressed his lips ever so lightly to Reno's, making his nerves tingle and his stomach bottom out.
Reno went from thinking his eyes were screwed up, to confused, to surprised, to disbelief, to an almost overwhelming yearning before his mind shut down and instinct took over. When their lips touched an electric shock went through him and he almost groaned. He fought not to smash their lips together and instead pressed back with just a bit more force than Genesis was using.
Genesis's heart felt like it was trying to break through his ribcage. He placed his right hand on Reno's chest and found his heart in a similar state. The SSC positively loved the fact that he was causing such a reaction and parted his lips just enough to let the tip of his tongue through, then used it to gently lick the Turk's lips, asking for admittance.
When Genesis's licked his lips Reno shivered and slowly opened his mouth at the request. He was happy to let Genesis take charge of the kiss; the SSC had started it after all. The SOLDIER's tongue began leisurely exploring his mouth, as if it could memorize the position of every tooth, every nook and cranny, every bump. He couldn't remember anyone ever kissing him in such a sensual way and he wondered why, because it was fucking amazing. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the answer. There were no real feelings in the majority of his previous experiences and often kissing, if there was any kissing at all, was only a means to an end, nothing more. Any other time the realization might have saddened him, but sadness had no place within him right now.
As Genesis continued to explore his mouth, Reno decided to return the favor. When his tongue slipped into the SOLDIER's mouth, Genesis practically melted into him and gave a shiver of his own. Suddenly Reno was very aware of the hard organ between his legs and he slid backward an inch to keep Genesis from accidently hitting it or getting spooked by it. He really wasn't going to take any chances now. The thought of fucking this up made panic and despair leap to life so suddenly it startled him. He quickly pushed them down as far as he could, but he could still faintly feel them.
Genesis felt Reno shift but didn't think much of it. The kiss continued for a bit longer before he finally broke it. Panting, he pulled back a few inches and looked straight into Reno's sky blue eyes before taking in the rest of his face. Minerva he's gorgeous, he thought. He stood upright to relieve some of the pressure on his swollen member.
Reno shifted forward and slid off the rock, causing Genesis to back up a few steps. "I eh, don't think we need to stand guard tonight yo."
"No, we don't," Genesis replied in a breathy voice.
Reno went down to his knees and moved under the rock roof. He grabbed the wrapped blanket, unfolded it, and spread it out then removed his jacket and folded it so he could use it as a pillow. When everything was ready he reached his hand out toward Genesis. The SOLDIER bent down and gave him such a strange look that he laughed, which caused Genesis to raise an eyebrow.
"Not what you're thinkin' yo. We need to get some sleep or we're not gonna get very far tomorrow," Reno said. Genesis's face showed clear disbelief so he added, "That kiss was fucking mind blowing and if it was a precursor to possible future... activities, I'm not going to risk fucking anything up. Whatever comes next is worth waiting for."
At Reno's words Genesis felt his stomach bottom out again. His heart leapt to his throat while simultaneously his throat tried to slam shut. Worth waiting for? Does that mean I'm worth waiting for? He wanted to ask but he didn't dare, afraid he would break the current mood. No, you're just afraid of the answer. Whatever the reason he reached his hand out and let Reno guide him underneath the makeshift shelter, all the while fighting his burning tear ducts. He had no idea where all this emotion was coming from and didn't care right now, but be damned if he showed it. He'd seem like some sniveling child or worse, he might scare the Turk off and he really, really, didn't want that.
Reno lay down on his back and wiggled around to find a comfortable position. When satisfied, he raised his right arm and moved it away from his body in a clear invitation. Genesis looked at him for a second before removing his sword from its harness and laying down on his left side. He moved closer and stretched out until his chest was pressed up against Reno's side, head resting partially on the Turk's shoulder and part on the bend in his collarbone, right hand resting on his chest. Reno lowered his arm and brought it up behind Genesis, closing the embrace and locking the SOLDIER in place.
"G'night Genesis," Reno said in a sleepy voice. The adrenaline was fading and the tiredness was returning in full force.
"Goodnight, Reno," Genesis replied. Gods he loved how Reno said his name. The SSC snuggled closer and watched Reno's chest rise and fall as he breathed. He could feel the Turks heart beating under his right palm and loved it. He felt completely at ease, though he knew they were still in danger and out in the middle of nowhere but that didn't seem to matter right now. All that mattered was Reno's warm, solid body right next to him providing him comfort in more than one way. He blinked and finally lost the battle of tears as he felt two slide out of the corners of his eyes, leaving wet trails on his face. All he could do was hope Reno was already asleep, wouldn't notice, or wouldn't say anything. He's worth waiting for too.
In Midgar, sleep was far beyond Rufus Shinra's grasp. He was absolutely seething with barely contained rage and it took every ounce of his willpower to not run out the door and gut Heidegger. If that happened his father and Scarlet wouldn't be far behind. The problem was made worse because he knew their deaths wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. Some would fucking praise him and he would gain money, power, and even respect. The logical side of his brain told him now was not the time for such actions, but he was close to telling that side to go to hell.
"Calm yourself Rufus," said a voice from the shadows behind him.
"Shut the fuck up Legend. I don't need your godsdamned shit right now," Rufus snapped.
Legend didn't take offense. He knew Rufus was upset since he could see him shaking from across the room. The Turk was pissed too, but knew he wouldn't do anything rash or stupid; he wasn't so sure about Rufus.
"They cannot fucking get away with this," Rufus said through clenched teeth.
Legend knew who 'they' were so there was no point in asking for clarification. He started to reply just as the door to Rufus's quarters slid open and Lazard walked in. Rufus gave him such a scathing look that the new SOLDIER Director stopped in his tracks and gave a questioning look at Legend. "He's a bit angry right now."
"A bit angry? A bit fucking angry?" Rufus practically screamed. He leapt to his feet and started pacing in front of the couch. "If it's the last fucking thing I do I'm going to destroy them all!"
Lazard wasn't fazed by Rufus's outburst. He simply crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "Them?"
"Godsdamned Scarlet, Heidegger, and... father." If a word could kill President Shinra would have died right that second whether he was in the room or not.
"Ah," Lazard replied, wondering why he asked a question that he already knew the answer to. He uncrossed his arms and went into Rufus's kitchen to retrieve something to drink. "Has something happened that I'm not aware of?" he called over his shoulder.
"No, Rufus was just reviewing the computer files we hacked the other day. Did anyone witness you coming?" Legend asked of Lazard.
"Oh I'm sure they did, but everyone knew I was headed here," he coolly replied.
"What? Why?" Rufus asked, alarmed and confused. Legend crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow.
Lazard returned from the kitchen with a glass of water and took a drink before replying, "I said I would inform you of the upcoming gathering." He took another drink of water before continuing. "In three days there is to be a meeting to discuss the Turks."
Rufus balled his hands into fists before replying, "What's to discuss? The board already ordered their execution."
"Not exactly true," Lazard replied, getting a nasty look from Rufus and a curious one from Legend. "The order was issued by three board members, not the board. Other members aren't too happy about it and have demanded a full board meeting and vote."
It was Legend's turn to ask, "What?" His disbelief was clear in his tone.
Rufus had stopped pacing and relaxed his hands while regarding Lazard. What others? "In the name of Hades what are you talking about?"
Lazard looked from Legend to Rufus before replying, "Professors Hollander and Hojo say they rely on the Turks too much for them to be killed. They hold the position that training new Turks would take too much time and effort and their work would suffer greatly. Reeve Tuesti feels that three members alone should not hold the power of judge, jury, and executioner, or rather sending executioners. He said he thought that's why the President set up the board, so no directors, including himself, had too much power. Palmer... well the incompetent bastard still blames Shinra for all of his own failures and is always looking for ways to screw up others plans. In this case that works to our advantage though."
Lazard stopped speaking and silence flowed through the room. He could see both Rufus and Legend processing what he had just said. The new director finished his water, went to the sink and washed the glass out before returning to the living room.
"So others are on our side, on the Turks side," Rufus said more to himself than anyone else.
"Correct," Lazard answered anyway.
"If it's a true board meeting, Rufus and yourself will also have input," Legend said.
"Also correct," Lazard replied.
"In a vote, it would be 6 to 3 in the Turks favor," Legend said, thinking out loud. He was now pacing back and forth in thought.
"7 to 3," Rufus corrected.
Lazard raised an eyebrow and started to ask for clarification but Legend spoke first, "You can't be serious! Do you have any idea how dangerous that would be?"
"Yes, I do. I also know he would do it, regardless of the danger, if it meant the chance to save the Turks," Rufus retorted.
It was only then that Lazard realized Rufus was talking about Tseng. He quietly thought it over before speaking. Tseng was a board member now and his words would hold a great deal of weight. On the downside, his life was in danger from three of the very people who would be at the meeting, any one of which could, and might, kill him on the spot regardless of what the other board members thought. "It's his choice," Lazard finally said in a calm voice.
"We have to give him the chance to make up his own mind. We have to tell him," Rufus said, looking at Legend. After a long pause Legend nodded agreement.
Lazard looked at his watch and said, "That gives you just under 70 hours to come up with one hell of a case in favor of the Turks, Rufus. I would also advise making the rounds to all the board members who might vote in our favor." Rufus gave him a startled look so he added, "The other board members may be mostly on our side now, but you damned well know that the... President, Scarlet, and Heidegger can be very convincing when they want to be. You may have to sway them, keep them on our side." He spit the word 'president' out like he would choke on it.
"But... you'll be there," Rufus replied. He seemed to have lost some of his anger and Lazard was quickly reminded of Rufus's age.
"Yes, I will but honestly Rufus, I have no stake in the outcome of this meeting and you seem to. Aside from that, you know the Turks better than myself and you're in a position of greater authority."
Lazard was aware that Rufus was taking this far more personally than simply losing a department, he just wasn't sure why. He knew Rufus was close to the Turks but hadn't been around long enough to observe who he was closest too in the department. Most of his time at Shinra had been trying to work his way up through the company hierarchy. Even so he highly suspected there was someone though, given the kids reaction to the situation.
"You're basically saying it's his fight, not yours," Legend said with disapproval.
"Yes Legend, I am. It's not that I dislike the Turks or want them dead, but my passion did not start this fight, therefore I cannot finish it." He deliberately emphasized the word 'passion' to see how Rufus would react and wasn't disappointed. At the word, Rufus's head snapped toward him so fast Lazard was surprised he hadn't broken his neck. His expression showed fear before it quickly closed down. Interesting.
Rufus knew Lazard was right and he was angry with himself. He would not be intimidated by the pressure of the situation, his father, or anyone else. He was the Vice President of this company for a reason and he would act like it. The blond would not fail the Turks and he sure as hell wouldn't fail him. The thought filled him with resolve and his emotions faded. His mind began plotting how to deal with the other Shinra execs and the winning speech he must deliver at the meeting.
Rufus was suddenly calm and turned to Lazard. "You're right. I will begin speaking with the department heads tomorrow. Tseng must be contacted tomorrow as well." He swiveled and raised a questioning eyebrow at Legend.
Legend got the hint and replied, "I'll take care of that."
Rufus nodded and faced Lazard again. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention."
"My pleasure," Lazard said, a smile playing across his lips. He gave a slight bow and headed out the door.
For some reason the smile made Rufus's skin crawl but he didn't have time for contemplation right now. He turned back to Legend who also looked unsettled.
"I'm not sure I trust him," Legend said.
"I certainly don't," Rufus replied. "But I do trust you."
Legend heard the unspoken request and said, "I'll keep an eye on him," before heading toward the door. He stopped as the door opened and glanced back at Rufus. The Turk started to say something, stopped, and left, shaking his head as he went.
As the door closed, a rush of air escaped Rufus's lips and his shoulders slumped. It took everything he had to dodge the breakdown he felt trying to rise to the surface. Now that he was alone, his confidence slipped away and the fear, despair, and panic wanted to come crashing back. He sat down on the couch and took slow, calming breaths. I can get through this, he thought. I have to get through this. He's always been there for me and godsdamnit, I will return the favor. He grabbed the notebook from his coffee table and began to write his speech. A devilish smile started creeping across his face as he wrote. Oh yes, I can do this.