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Intervention	By : PhantomChajo Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Story title =
Intervention

Story Description =
Reno finally succumbs to the dark and destructive nature of his unstable
emotions. When his bosses Tseng and Rufus do nothing & his partner and
friend Rude stands in the wings and watches mutely, it�s up to Elena to step in
and save him from himself. (Post Game, Elena/Reno, Het, Yaoi, Drug &
Alcohol abuse)

Author�s Note - Characters may appear OOC. Tried
to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I�m writing this
not the people at SquareEnix, you�ll have to deal.

Disclaimers = I don�t own the boys and girls
of Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.

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1 - Routine Set to Flame

Because I can't hold on when I'm
stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I'm lost
within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself [myself]
-- By Myself by Linkin Park

Alone.

Sitting on the roof of his
apartment building, his bare back propped up against the wall of the stairwell
housing. Empty alcohol bottles were scattered about. Many were old, but a few
of the bottles were newer. Next to him was a partial bottle of whiskey, which
he picked up to take a swig from to wash down a few pain killers as he watched
the western horizon.

So alone.

The alcohol and the narcotics
started working, a sense of detachment washing over him. The sounds of evening
traffic, both vehicles and pedestrians alike, faded into the background as he
stared unblinking into the west. The sun was still high up enough in the sky so
that it could be considered either late afternoon or early evening. Take your
pick, it didn't matter to him. Not anymore. He'd become numb to it all, no
longer able to feel anything beyond the loneliness and the emptiness. No
happiness or warmth. No positive emotions, only the negative ones such as pain
and bitterness.

Slowly, dull aquamarine eyes
blinked as his head lulled to the side then shifted back and forth as he
sought, then found what he was looking for. Shattered glass, from one of the
many empty bottles that had been shattered in anger, lay within easy reach.
Slender fingers expertly picked out a shard of glass that met his needs of the
moment. Turning his head back to the west once more, he brought the shard up so
that he could look though the distorted view it provided before letting his
hand fall back to his lap. The glass shard sliced though the flesh of his upper
thigh as if it was nothing. He felt no pain at the moment, just the warm
wetness that rapidly cooled as it trickled downwards to fall to the ground.
Bringing his hand up again, he slowly slid the sharp edge of the shard over
pale flesh, leaving behind a trail of red in it's wake. Over and over the
process was repeated. Always in places that couldn't be seen, though. Places
that were hidden from everyone.

Pain. Coldness and pain.

The shrill ringing of his PHS cut
though the numb fog that had long since settled in his mind. Blinking he
reached out with his right hand, picking up the device, flipping it open and
answering it in one smooth motion. "Yeah?"

"One hour, Reno."

Dropping the bloody shard from his
left hand, he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Eyes squeezed tightly
shut he let out a silent sigh as the pain and coldness he hadn't felt earlier
made themselves known. Quite viciously, too. "�Sure thing partner."

Several seconds of silence from the
other side. "� Reno?"

"Hmm?" He was stumbling
his way to his feet, swaying with a combination of drugs, alcohol and blood
loss. Bottles kicked to the side, clinking as they hit one anther. Hard.

"� Never mind." The
connection went dead.

Reno shook his head, a giggle
escaped as he staggered around the stairwell housing to the door. "Oops...
I guess I got carried away, heh. Bad Reno, no treats for you." Another
giggle as he stumbled down the stairs to his apartment. He was lucky that he
had the apartment on the top floor. No one to question the bloody trail leading
from the roof to his door. Though it was a complete bitch when he had to climb
all those stairs when he came home either tired, drunk or injured. Or a
combination of the three.

Once inside, he made his way to the
bathroom, grabbing his Mythril armlet along the way snapping it on. It
contained both Mastered Heal and Mastered Restore materia. Once inside the
bathroom, he turned the shower on as hot as it would go before stripping out of
the pair boxers he was wearing. Clouds of steam rose up from the shower by the
time he stepped into it. Bracing one hand against the wall, he brought the
other up to his face. "Esuna," he whispered, bending the magic and
power of the Heal materia to his will. He let out a choked scream of pain as he
dropped to his knees. Scalding hot water cascaded over his pale skin turning it
red as the blood was washed away. His body was cleansed of the drugs and
alcohol in moments.

He could feel again and he wished
he was blind and deaf to it all once more.
"Cure3!" he cried out. The cuts closed themselves in
heartbeats. Unlike the Heal material which cleansed the body, Restore only
closed the wounds. It didn't replenish that which was lost. Blood lost would
stay gone until the body was able to restore it naturally or until the person
received a transfusion.

With his body on autopilot, his
mind retreated into the depths of darkness until he felt it was safe to return
to reality.

Reno's next coherent thought came
with him standing in front of his dresser, checking his back-up weapon before
tucking it away in its holster. An open prescription bottle lay on its side,
several pills scattered around it. Blinking, he frowned. Had he already taken
one? He couldn't remember and somewhere, hidden in the depth of his mind, it
scared him. Looking up into the mirror, he tried to look at himself in the face
but failed. His aquamarine eyes shifted back and forth, looking anywhere except
into themselves. Leaning forward he ran a hand though his messy hair, bracing
himself with the other arm as he did.

Picking up the bottle, he swept all
but one pill back into it then recapped it. Taking it and a small pack of
powder from its container, he headed for the kitchen quickly. He found what he was looking for, an open
bottle of the amber liquid that had become part of his survival. After popping
the pill into his mouth, he chased it down with a swig from the bottle. The
amber liquid burned pleasantly on its way down his throat. Taking a deep breath
then letting it out, he dumped the contents of the packet into his mouth and
took several swallows to wash the unpleasant taste from his mouth.

Several minutes passed before the
effect of the powder took hold and when it did he felt the rush of energy and
euphoria. Retracing his steps back into his bedroom, he completed his ritual of
getting ready for work. With one last look in the mirror, this time meeting his
glittering gaze, he grinned and playfully winked at himself. With his beloved
EMR in hand, he left his apartment. A jauntily, yet off-key, whistled tune
followed him as he bounded down the stairs and out of the building.

Reno had become oblivious to the
destructive effects he continued to place on his body and his health, both
mental and physical.
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