A Little Sin
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
612
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter One
Chapter One
“Fuck. Today sucks.” Reno muttered, pressing a hand to the bleeding stab wound on his left side. Glaring at the corpse on the floor which had three of the Turk’s bullets in its chest, Reno stepped over the dead man to where the shreds of the jacket of his uniform lay discarded. Reno slid the remainder of the garment back on and was satisfied to see that it covered his injured side. It wouldn’t do to have anyone fuss over it. Reno would go home that night, bandage it and get drunk of his ass. It would be fine and forgotten in the morning.
At least he’d kicked the fucking guy’s ass, Reno thought as he made his way back to his bike which was parked a few blocks away. Had he really pursued that guy that far? Well, apparently so.
By the time Reno had arrived at his vehicle of choice, his mood wasn’t getting any better and he fervently wished he’d taken a company car or the chopper as the wound in his side began to throb harshly and was merrily bleeding along, staining his white shirt.
After an hour and a half or so the red-haired Turk had finally arrived back at headquarters. He’d had to stop twice on the way because his injury was becoming increasingly painful and Reno was beginning to feel light-headed and then dizzy from the blood-loss.
Reno stormed into the ShinRa building as if nothing was wrong. At the moment he was just pissed off that the job had been more difficult than he’d expected and because he was in pain and he just wanted to get out and get drunk. He huffily reported back to first the president and then to Tseng and was just about to call it a day at work when Rude suddenly stood before him, blocking his way.
The moment Rude had seen Reno stomp angrily to their boss’ office after coming back from one of the rare missions he went on alone, the bald Turk knew that something was wrong with his partner. The way Reno was clutching at his side while he thought no one saw him was a dead give-away already. Rude sighed. ‘I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I.’ he thought to himself and went to position himself infront of Tseng’s office waiting for Reno to come out.
“Yo, Rude.” Reno acknowledged his friend and partner upon leaving the office and made to brush past him, but he was stopped by Rude’s strong hand grabbing his wrist. Not saying anything, Rude gave Reno the once-over, taking in the tired hazy eyes and the complexion which was too pale, even for Reno and the trembling in his partners’ body. Not fooled by Reno’s cool attitude, the bald Turk pushed back the left side of Reno’s ruined jacket and winced when he saw the large blood stain that was seeping into the otherwise white uniform shirt. Rude sighed. “I really can’t leave you alone.”
Reno had watched all that Rude was doing as well as the other’s scrutiny with forced apathy, because his body was refusing to cooperate any longer, making his vision go blurry and his head throb from blood-loss. “I’m fine, Rude. Really.” Were the younger Turk’s feeble words before he slumped forward and passed out in his partner’s arms.
When Reno came to a few hours later he was lying on a hard bed in the clinically white sick-room of the ShinRa headquarters. Rude was leaning against the wall across from the bed, his arms crossed while he regarded Reno through his dark shades.
Reno turned his head slowly, still feeling a little strange and grinned at Rude. “Yo, partner. Wanna go out for a drink? I could really use one.”
A/N: Please review.
“Fuck. Today sucks.” Reno muttered, pressing a hand to the bleeding stab wound on his left side. Glaring at the corpse on the floor which had three of the Turk’s bullets in its chest, Reno stepped over the dead man to where the shreds of the jacket of his uniform lay discarded. Reno slid the remainder of the garment back on and was satisfied to see that it covered his injured side. It wouldn’t do to have anyone fuss over it. Reno would go home that night, bandage it and get drunk of his ass. It would be fine and forgotten in the morning.
At least he’d kicked the fucking guy’s ass, Reno thought as he made his way back to his bike which was parked a few blocks away. Had he really pursued that guy that far? Well, apparently so.
By the time Reno had arrived at his vehicle of choice, his mood wasn’t getting any better and he fervently wished he’d taken a company car or the chopper as the wound in his side began to throb harshly and was merrily bleeding along, staining his white shirt.
After an hour and a half or so the red-haired Turk had finally arrived back at headquarters. He’d had to stop twice on the way because his injury was becoming increasingly painful and Reno was beginning to feel light-headed and then dizzy from the blood-loss.
Reno stormed into the ShinRa building as if nothing was wrong. At the moment he was just pissed off that the job had been more difficult than he’d expected and because he was in pain and he just wanted to get out and get drunk. He huffily reported back to first the president and then to Tseng and was just about to call it a day at work when Rude suddenly stood before him, blocking his way.
The moment Rude had seen Reno stomp angrily to their boss’ office after coming back from one of the rare missions he went on alone, the bald Turk knew that something was wrong with his partner. The way Reno was clutching at his side while he thought no one saw him was a dead give-away already. Rude sighed. ‘I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I.’ he thought to himself and went to position himself infront of Tseng’s office waiting for Reno to come out.
“Yo, Rude.” Reno acknowledged his friend and partner upon leaving the office and made to brush past him, but he was stopped by Rude’s strong hand grabbing his wrist. Not saying anything, Rude gave Reno the once-over, taking in the tired hazy eyes and the complexion which was too pale, even for Reno and the trembling in his partners’ body. Not fooled by Reno’s cool attitude, the bald Turk pushed back the left side of Reno’s ruined jacket and winced when he saw the large blood stain that was seeping into the otherwise white uniform shirt. Rude sighed. “I really can’t leave you alone.”
Reno had watched all that Rude was doing as well as the other’s scrutiny with forced apathy, because his body was refusing to cooperate any longer, making his vision go blurry and his head throb from blood-loss. “I’m fine, Rude. Really.” Were the younger Turk’s feeble words before he slumped forward and passed out in his partner’s arms.
When Reno came to a few hours later he was lying on a hard bed in the clinically white sick-room of the ShinRa headquarters. Rude was leaning against the wall across from the bed, his arms crossed while he regarded Reno through his dark shades.
Reno turned his head slowly, still feeling a little strange and grinned at Rude. “Yo, partner. Wanna go out for a drink? I could really use one.”
A/N: Please review.