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It's The Job	By : Aislashu Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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    Reno was lounging in his room at Healen Lodge, one arm crossed under his head, bare feet crossed at the ankles. One foot danced back and forth in time with the music coming from the buds in his ears, free hand snapping his fingers along with the tune playing. If the Turks had a theme song, he'd want this one to be it, for sure! His suit jacket was tossed casually on the floor, shirt unbuttoned to bare his lithe upper body.
   They'd come to a lull in work lately, so Reno hadn't trying too hard. He'd actually been spending a lot of his days at the Turk Recruitment Center in Edge, something about it being a good thing for the Second-In-Command to be openly active in bringing in new people. Reno figured it was because Tseng's stony face scared people away. Plus, he was a lot cuter than Tseng, anyway!
   The knock on his door caused him to sigh in annoyance. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away. He closed his eyes, listening to the music, but the knock came again, louder this time. He sat up and swung his legs over the sides of the bed, tugging the buds out of his ears.
   "What do you want, yo?"
   The door creaked open and one of the new girls stepped in, her eyes widening at Reno's state of undress. He noticed her cheeks redden and eyes flick over him and he glanced down, rolling his eyes. He'd forgotten he'd left his shirt open. He glanced up at her and raised a brow, waiting. The girl blushed more and coughed, clearing her throat and straightening up.
   "Someone to see you."
   "Who?"
   "They didn't say. Only that they wanted to join us."
   "Bothersome..." Reno shook his head and frowned. "Tell whoever it is to go to the center in Edge, yo."
   "He...he's insisting on you, specifically, sir."
   Reno groaned and got to his feet, buttoning his shirt up about halfway. He slipped a bare foot under his discarded blazer and kicked it up into the air, catching it and pulling it on smoothly. The recruit blushed and glanced away, and Reno couldn't help a small smirk. He'd hardly seemed to age at all, even though six years had passed since the world was threatened by Omega.
   "This had better be good, yo," Reno said, pocketing his Electro-Mag Rod, easily fitting in his pocket as it wasn't fully extended.He didn't bother with shoes, slipping by her and tossing casually over his shoulder, "or I'm going to fire you."
   The girl's eyes widened in shock and Reno chuckled at the audible gulp he heard come from her. He made his way down the hall, bare feet on the floor causing no sound as he made his way to the main entrance of the Lodge. It was empty but for a lone boy, and he paused behind the doors to observe the boy through the glass.
   The first thing Reno noticed was the long metal staff across the boy's back. So the boy came armed...though he figured one had to to travel here from Edge. The kid seemed familiar to him, and the black pants the kid wore were similar to Cloud's. Like Cloud's...aw, fuck. The closer look at the slightly curled, wavy brown hair confirmed it.
   "No. No way, no how, no no no...and no, yo," Reno said as he pushed through the doors, startling Denzel and causing the boy to spin around facing him.
   "You don't even know what I'm here for!"
   "The girl told me. You want to join the Turks. No! No place even takes kids anymore."
   "I'm not a kid!" Denzel said in annoyance, crossing his arms.
   "You're like, 12, yo!"
   "I'm 16! That's of age now."
   Shit. Reno rubbed his face and glared at the kid. Denzel had grown, it was true. He'd lost the baby pudge of his face, built himself up a bit, and he'd seen the kid with that staff.
   "Cloud would kick my ass."
   "He would not."
   "No, you're right. He'd CUT OFF my ass, put the pieces together, THEN kick it. Like a soccer ball. And then he'd cut my ass-soccer ball in half while it was still in the air. No!"
   "You don't have enough of an ass to make into a ball," Denzel huffed, keeping his arms crossed.
   "What? I have a NICE ass, thank you! Wait a minute, why are you looking at my ass, yo?! And now let's stop talking about my NICE ASS, thank you, and get back to the subject. No!"
   "You need recruits."
   "Not THAT badly. We're not exactly the same Turks we used to be, yo."
   "I need a job."
   "You work at 7th Heaven."
   "Ugh, I can't do that forever."
   "I still say no."
   "Yes!"
   "No!"
   "Yes!"
   "God dammit Denzel, no."
   "No!"
   "YES! God...hey, wait!"
   Denzel smirked and waggled his eyebrows. Reno kicked a chair in frustration, and was abruptly reminded that he was barefoot, letting out a yelp and hopping around, holding his foot. Denzel laughed and watched Reno lean against the wall, rubbing his poor toes and hissing in pain.
   "You said yes!"
   "That...was not fair." Once he made sure no toes were broken, Reno straightened up. He gingerly put his foot down and was glad it didn't feel too bad. "So, you're really serious about joining us?"
   "Would I be here otherwise?"
   Reno bowed his head and chuckled. His left hand dipped into his pocket and withdrew his Electro-Mag Rod, a flick of his wrist sending it to full extension. His right hand hooked a finger between the eyes of his goggles, pulling them down over his eyes before he turned his darkened gaze to Denzel. Denzel was eying him nervously, the boy's hand inching back towards the end of the staff, but Reno was moving before the boy had a chance.
   He brought the rod down over Denzel's head, causing the boy to cry out and raise his arms, crossing them over his head to block Reno's weapon. Denzel twisted and shot out a leg, kicking at Reno's abs and just missing as Reno was already launching himself backwards, and the light reprieve gave Denzel time to draw his staff.
   "What are you doing?!" Denzel shouted, shocked.
   "You want to join the Turks? You think you can handle it? Fight me."
   "No way! You're my friend!"
   Reno laughed and shifted into an offensive stance and launched himself forward again. The clang of metal on metal rang through the room as his rod was deflected by Denzel's staff time and again. Denzel was gritting his teeth, doing all he could to block Reno's rapid strikes. Reno pressed hard against the staff as Denzel held it up against the rod and he grinned down at the boy.
   "Being a Turk means doing the job assigned you...no matter what." He flicked his thumb, electrifying his rod, sending the currents along the metal staff, causing Denzel to drop it with a yelp. Reno snatched the staff and danced back, staring at the panting teen in front of him, who'd shifted into a defensive posture. "You do the job. If the job required you to leave Cloud behind, even though you knew he would end up dead, would you?"
   Reno watched Denzel's eyes go wide. He twirled the boy's staff in his right hand, watching the boy swallow hard.
   "Well?"
   "Would you...would you leave Rude?" Denzel finally challenged, knowing how close the two were.
   "In a heartbeat," Reno didn't have to think about it. "It's the job, yo. So, you still want to join the Turks?" Reno smirked.
   Denzel swallowed hard, but he wasn't going to be deterred, nodding again. Reno laughed, looking to the staff in his hand, before flinging it spinning through the air. Denzel caught it, surprised, licking his lips nervously.
   "Then I have a job for you." Reno reached up and pushed his goggles back up into his hair, locking eyes with Denzel as he shifted into his own defensive stance, weapon held before him. "Make me bleed."
   "But..." Denzel hadn't expected that. "I..."
   "Then go back home, yo." Reno straightened up and made a dismissive gesture, turning away. "You're wasting my time."
   Denzel looked down, gritting his teeth. He wasn't sure what exactly triggered it, but when Reno started walking away, he flipped his staff and launched it through the air like a javelin. Reno's eyes shot open wide as it hit him squarely in the back of the head and he staggered forward, but Denzel was already on the move.
   Reno felt the kid's combat boots against his back as the boy dropkicked him into the wall, hand snatching the staff out of the air at the same moment. Landing on his feet, Denzel swung around, slamming the staff where Reno's head should have been, and was met with wall. Reno came around and kicked Denzel's feet out from under him, sending the kid to the floor. Reno grabbed the boy by the ankles and swung around, throwing him towards the opposite wall.
   Denzel flipped in mid-air, landing with his feet planted against the wall before he launched himself off. He swung his staff up towards Reno's head and the redhead got his rod up at the last second, deflecting the blow. Denzel twisted around, using the force of the deflection and bringing the other end of his staff around, sweeping Reno's feet out from under him.
   He brought the end of his staff down, but Reno shifted his head, just barely dodging the end. When Denzel moved for another strike, Reno managed to grab the end of the staff, holding it as he shifted his weight to his shoulders and kicking his legs up, latching them around Denzel's neck and twisting his body, flipping the boy to the floor.
   Reno shifted his body with the movement so he was straddling Denzel, hands gripped on the boy's staff and trying to force it down over Denzel's neck. Denzel was fighting back, trying to push the staff up towards Reno, glaring up at the older man.
   "You're cute when you're pissed off," Denzel hissed through his teeth.
   "What?!"
   Reno was caught completely off-guard, which gave Denzel the opening he'd been looking for. He twisted around and knocked Reno off him, though Reno didn't let go of his staff. They managed to get to their feet, still fighting for dominance over the weapon, Denzel slowly twisting them around until his back was towards the wall.
   "You fight dirty as hell, yo!" Reno growled.
   "Since when do Turks fight clean?"
   Denzel grinned and winked at Reno, bringing his foot up against the man's stomach. Then he pulled the staff closer and fell to his back, kicking his leg up and sending Reno flying...straight through the window he'd aligned himself too, shattering the glass as the redhead's body flew through it and to the outside, skittering and rolling across the ground. Denzel looked out the window, grinning...though the grin quickly faded when he realized Reno wasn't moving.
   "RENO!" Denzel jumped out the window, running towards the other man.
   Denzel dropped to his knees next to Reno's limp form, shaking him. Reno's hand moved and snatched Denzel's wrist, flipping them over and pinning the teen underneath him. Reno's face was cut and bleeding in multiple places, and he had tears in his suit from the glass. He straddled Denzel's chest and settled down on the boy's stomach, staring down at him. Denzel stared at Reno wide-eyed, and watched as Reno slowly raised his left hand, wiping his thumb across his mouth and moving it to stare at the blood. Smirking softly, Reno lowered his hand, smearing his blood across Denzel's mouth.
   "So, what was this you said about me when I'm pissed off, yo?"
   Denzel blushed brightly, tongue unconsciously licking his lips, eyes widening a bit more when he tasted the sharp, coppery tang on his tongue...Reno's blood. Reno got to his feet and reached his hand out, helping Denzel up. There was a new-found respect in his eyes as he looked the teen over.
   "Well..am I in?"
   Reno waved his hand and turned away, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he made his way back towards the Lodge.
   "The damages are going to be docked from your first check. Just so you know."
   Denzel grinned brightly and nodded, falling into step next to Reno.
   "Also, I was pulling my punches, yo."
   "Uh-huh." Denzel smirked, tilting his head to look at the taller man.
   "I was."
   "Mm-hm," Denzel nodded, giggling.
   Reno made a face at the kid and shook his head, grinning. Though it wasn't long before that grin faded, taking another look at Denzel.
   Shit. Cloud really WAS going to kill him!
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