Final Fantasy VII: Reverie | By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Leira pressed her lover's body further against the wall and tugged the flaps of his blue blazer apart. Her tongue expertly passed down the side of his neck as her hands moved to the white plastic buttons of his shirt.
Reno gripped her bottom tighter with each of her strokes.
Heidegger glanced around the inside of the room. Somehow, he was going to be getting a large portion of the blame. His bushy black eyebrows were almost one with his thinning hairline. Maybe he should have just stuck to making mechanical weapons instead of using humans.
Unlike him, Scarlet was undaunted. Her fingers tapped at her folded arms while her hips bopped from side to side. The high heel of her left shoe beat against the ground impatiently. "You're going to fix this mess, Hojo! I don't care what it takes! The president's losing money and so is everyone else because of your stupid blunder!”
"What are you so worried about, Scarlet?! I'm sure you could just sleep your way into forgiveness like you have done before!" Reeve exclaimed glaring at her.
Hojo stormed over to her. He was tired of being blamed for his efforts. "Just you listen to me! It was your idea to become partners NOT MINE. You knew about my Jenova Project research! It was your idea to incorporate it into SOLDIER. Did you not get your batch of 'super-SOLDIERs' like you wanted?! There was no way for me to predict that this would happen. Something traumatic must have happened in Nibelheim for them all to fall. These silly funding details can only take one so far before the money's gone…" his thin pale brow crinkled as his right hand rubbed the bottom of his chin.
"GYAHAHAHAHAHA!” Heidegger laughed. "You should have just stuck to making better guns!"
The angered blonde stomped into a corner first than dashed around checking each fallen individual's rank. "Why did they have to all be SOLDIERs and Elites?!"
Reeve turned to Hojo and stared at the ground while shaking his head. "Now, why did they all fall over, Hojo?" He wanted to keep his tone as discreet as possible.
"I…I-don't know-hyuuuurck!” Hojo blubbered as Reeve grabbed him by his long black necktie.
The head of public relations for Shinra put his face into the scientist's line of sight and gritted his teeth together. "You DO know!” he glanced over his shoulder at his coworkers to make sure they weren't aware of this most private of conversations. "You do know, you bastard! You told me that you stopped the Jenova Project years ago after you put together that white haired monster! This all has something to do with that alien you and Gast were so determined to prove was an Ancient! Doesn't it?!"
Hojo began to shake some more. "It must be her…she must have been hurt…it wouldn't have been this bad if it were just Sephiroth…" he looked into Reeve's eyes as sweat began to drip down his brow.
"Reeve! What do you think you're doing to the good doctor?" asked Scarlet as she nimbly approached the two men.
"I wasn't doing anything…" he said releasing his grip on the fabric. “I was just helping our friend with a couple of his pills.” He forced an evil toothy smile and pulled out Hojo’s medication.
The professor thrashed his head from side to side while Reeve ripped the lid off and dropped a couple into his palm.
"See?" Reeve yanked on the man's ponytail and crammed the majority of the pills down his victim's throat.
"That was a very sweet gesture, though, dear…but I'm sure you could have been nicer about it."
Hojo gagged and tried his best to spit as many of the pills out as he could. "You mean to tell me you thought all those numbers were for something else?!" The aged man mustered a malicious laugh.
Reeve's eyes darted around the room. He remembered Scarlet’s distress at the fallen that consisted mainly of "SOLDIERs and Elites." All the black ink etched into biceps and hands, how could he have been so blind? Leira wore two so many years ago. He knew what the numbers meant back then. Why did he suddenly find himself to be too trusting when it came to taking people's words at face value?
In truth, Heidegger cared less about the manpower. All he could do at this point was continue to rub at his chin and grin. Those were some handsome looking assault rifles lining the walls. At least the majority of them had taken the time to prop them up before dropping dead…or whatever.
Reeve licked his lips and cracked his knuckles. "So, Mr. Scientist, how long do you think they'll be like this?!"
"I…There's no way of telling, really…there could be a chance of them all being comatose forever-"
"Or as long as the president deems fit." Scarlet butted in.
"No one asked you!" Reeve pulled Hojo by his lab coat over to another side of the room.
A call came over the loudspeaker planted in a corner close to the door. "Shinra executive heads are being expected in the conference room for an important meeting with the President. I repeat: all Shinra executive heads are being expected in the main conference room for a meeting with the President of the Shinra Electric Power Company.”
"Hmmm…suit yourself, dear." The woman in red grabbed Heidegger’s arm and snatched the top part of Hojo's right ear. "We've got somewhere to be-I hope you guys are ready to take a plunge!" She pulled both men out of the room, leaving Reeve behind.
The head of public relations glanced about him. The fallen were not his problem…directly. He had nothing to do with SOLDIER and he wanted to keep it that way.
A SOLDIER rolled over onto his back, while another moaned in pain. Slowly each man and woman was beginning to regain consciousness. A thought surfaced in the executive's mind. He slowly reached into his suit and removed his sidearm.
Reno squirmed unintentionally as Leira slowly passed a hand gently down to the area between his thighs. Her fingers constricted and released in a curious rhythm in an attempt to make him hard.
Their lips met only a couple times more before he found himself breaking off from her sweet kiss and involuntarily swallowing. His elbows and shoulders were square against the white concrete wall. His eyelids blinked of their own accord as he tried to watch her. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to experience her softness.
In an attempt to offer some sort of contribution his right hand found its way to her chest. Methodically he clutched at her left breast beneath its tight polyester penitentiary.
Scarlet had just barely rounded the doorway when she screeched to a halt. "Aww-isn't that cute?"
Heidegger stared at the couple before them and blushed.
The white-coated professor failed to notice that his associates were no longer mobile. He slammed into the rotund general's back. "Honestly, I don't understand what your problems are. I'm sure this situation is only temporary…" He snorted conceitedly after he jerked himself away from the human wall known as Heidegger. He adjusted his glasses on his nose. "We have a meeting to attend and I know that the both of you share the same feelings on this matter as…myself…?" Fear began to tug at his heartstrings when he finally noticed the identities of the hallway lovers.
Hojo had witnessed this behavior before. He had been married once. An avalanche of numbers and faces screamed before his eyes. So many faces, so many experiments. "OF COURSE…" Why had he not noticed it before? If he was wrong, he was surely going to be in the thick of danger. He brushed passed his coworkers and stormed over to the oblivious lovers. "UNHAND HER!”
The two jumped as the scientist's voice rang out.
He was right. The female was part of his Jenova experiment. He never forgot a face. Why was she seemingly unaffected? She was not on any of the medication rosters.
"Something wrong, old man?" Reno mused as he crossed his hands behind his neck.
Leira noticed Scarlet and Heidegger in the distance. She stood firm despite her embarrassment.
"You have no right to touch her!" the scientist wedged himself between the pair.
The Turk lifted his hands as if apprehended by Shinra law enforcement. "Sorry, but she's my girl, grandpa-you're gonna have ta…!"
BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM
"WHOT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" Scarlet shouted.
Reno ran his tongue between his lips in an almost corporal manner. "Let's get out of here!” he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away while the Shinra heads were distracted.
"Wait! Don't you think we should-" Leira pleaded.
"Nope, no time!" Reno's grip was so tight on her it was impossible for her to resist his beckoning.
Hojo was the first to determine where the disruption stemmed from. He began to sweat once again, as his body turned in a clockwise manner.
"Who's not here with us?" questioned Heidegger.
His inquiry rewarded with an answer before it even escaped his lips. Scarlet darted off back into the room containing her precious SOLDIERs and Elites. "What is Reeve DOING?!" Her voice echoed as she disappeared around the corner.
The Shinra officers that had accompanied Reeve from the top floor were experiencing a mix of fear, revulsion, and anger. One man tried to make a run for him and stop him but met with a bullet through his kneecap. He toppled over as another soldier succeeded in grabbing a hold of the insane executive's coat and trigger hand.
Reeve kicked out the man's leg and reached behind his own head with an unburdened hand. He contorted his fingers into a makeshift claw and seized him by the exposed tissue of his throat. Several pressure points were stimulated at once and the poor officer found himself unable to maintain his iron grip.
After callously kicking the weakened man away, he inquisitively confirmed the status of the handgun's clip. "Just nine more rounds left…"
BLAM
"…eight…" he corrected himself.
A SOLDIER that had managed to pull himself up by means of a chalkboard ledge found himself kissing the caked in mildew of the hard green and white tiled floor.
"Uhnn…" Norelliies mustered enough strength to push herself up onto her hands and knees.
Reeve had taken aim at another SOLDIER but paused when he heard the Elite commander's moan. His jaw dropped and he slung himself around to face her.
The woman with the blonde braid rubbed her forehead and swiped at the couple bile specks remaining on her lips. "Guys!" Her head swung from left to right. "…guys…"
One of the men that Reeve had slain lie on his back adjacent to her right shoulder. The crimson lifeblood had halted its flow in a spider web like pattern. The darkness of his pupils seemed to gaze, upside down, emptily at the floor.
"Ohmigod-" she sputtered and tried to crawl away.
"Uh-uh." A gentleman's voice sounded.
The young woman felt something hot against her brow. She suddenly took notice of a pair of expensive shiny black leather shoes before her. The blueness of her eyes shaded behind heavy frightened eyelids.
"I trusted you to keep her away from here, m'dear. You let me down."
"Please…please-" she begged. "I didn't know about him-I didn't know…" her voice trailed off as she focused on the cruel chill of his words.
"Even if you 'didn't know' it doesn't matter. The fact is that you are one of them-and-well, you need to go away."
Her sad eyes gazed upwards into the face of her unfeeling impartial executioner.
For a short while, the chill on the blonde woman's face bothered him. She had the look of being absolutely terrified.
A slight frown decorated his features before darkening into the coldest of smiles. "Rest in peace, dear dear Norelliies."
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