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Broken Wings	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 643 -:- 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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Warnings: Molestation, Incest

Chapter One – The Beginning

Fall, 2008
“Reno. You’ve been here for four months. Why won’t you talk to me, tell me about what happened? Don’t you want to be out of that jacket one day? Released to a lower level? What does avoiding my questions gain you?”
“What will answering your questions gain me? Released from the jacket? Moved down a floor? I don’t want to be here at all; why bother if it won’t get me what I really want?”
“What is it you really want?”
“What does anyone ever really want? I want to be free.”
“Do you think dying will gain you that freedom? It won’t, Reno; it will only gain you a six-foot plot of earth.”
“Who says I’m talking about physical freedom?”
“Tell me what happened. Tell me how it all started.”

Fall, 2004
“You guys ready for another ‘great new year’ of school?” Axel smirked, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers as he said it. The others all laughed.
“Well, at least we’ve moved up a level, right?” Zack bounced a little on his toes, eyes sparkling in the direction of Destiny Junior High, their destination. Reno rolled his eyes.
“Oh, yeah, sure. We moved up to a new school… right up to the bottom of the totem pole, Zack. I don’t think that counts as moving up in the world.” He glanced over at Axel, smirking a little at his twin. Zack never did see the downside of things… much like Sora, who was due at any minute now…
On cue, the trio heard a shout and turned to see Sora running their direction, waving his arms and hollering at them to wait up. His own twin, Roxas, followed at a slower pace, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. Who was ever this excited about the first day of school, anyway? Zack bounced over to the short brunette, and the two began chatting excitedly about the new school. Roxas rolled his eyes again, strolling up alongside Axel. That was right, Zack.
“Hey Rox, ready to go be one of the ‘little kids’ again?” Roxas eyed Reno suspiciously.
“You know, I really can’t tell if you’re mocking me for being short or just blathering about being in the youngest grade again.”
Axel laughed, giving Reno a high-five. “Mocking him and complaining about school – double points!” Roxas shook his head, smiling a little as the five approached the steps of the school. New school or not, at least some things never changed.
Reno peered around as soon as they entered the school courtyard. Their group was a little early, so the school campus was still mostly empty; there was one person, however, who always beat them to school, every day of every year without fail. With the campus this deserted, he shouldn’t be too hard to spot…
“Aha! There he is. Hey Zack, come on!” Reno flashed a grin and a peace sign at Axel and the Strife twins before grabbing Zack and heading across the courtyard, making a beeline for his best friend, Rude. “Hey Rude, you know it’s bad luck to show up that early on the first day of school, right?” Axel laughed to himself, watching Rude sigh and shake his head before turning to Roxas and Sora.
“Come on guys, let’s go see who else is here already, and find our homerooms.”

The day passed relatively quickly for everyone. Since Destiny Islands was such a small place, they all had classes together throughout the day, even those who were in some of the advanced classes. Since it was the first day of school, most of the teachers simply went over their syllabi, passed out textbooks, and let the students talk amongst themselves. Lunchtime was equally relaxed; lunch periods were determined by grade at this school, so the younger students were left to themselves to eat and chat with each other about their day so far.
Much to the surprise of some of the sixth-graders, even the hallways between classes were hassle-free. Perhaps the rumors about the sixth-graders getting pushed around by the eighth-graders was just a myth to scare the new students, or perhaps the presence of Zack’s older brother, Angeal, and his group of friends, only in seventh grade but still a very formidable group, deterred any potential bullies. Whatever the cause, the younger kids found the day to be remarkably fun and stress-free. By the end of the school day, everyone was too relaxed and cheerful to notice that Reno was being quieter than normal, his blue eyes flicking frequently to the clock on the wall.

“Hey, are you guys coming over today to practice?” Demyx, one of Axel’s close friends, looked at the brother expectantly, his mohawked hair ruffling a little in the breeze that kicked up as they stood around outside the school.
Axel nodded automatically with a grin, but Reno shook his head, frowning. “I can’t, I have some stuff to do around the house before I can hang out. Plus homework.” Axel and Demyx gaped at him.
“Homework? Reno, it’s the first day of school!”
Reno shuffled uncomfortably. “I’m in that advanced math class, remember? We already got our first homework assignment, due Wednesday. Plus Dad wanted me to sweep and mop the floors today after school.” Demyx rolled his eyes.
“Sweep and mop the floors? You’re like Cinderella, dude. Meet us after you’re done then? If the homework isn’t due until Wednesday, then you can just do it tomorrow!”
“Yeah, maybe.” He smiled briefly, and neither of the other two boys noticed the bitter unhappiness that tinged it.

Their father’s car was in the driveway when Reno got home, and he sighed. Another day of job-hunting failed, then. James Sinclair used to be a computer analyst with one of the companies on the main island, but the entire country was in a recession, and he had lost his job early in the summer. Their mother, Aimee, still worked as a manager at one of the local restaurants, but with two teenage boys in the house, money was tight with only one parent working. To make things worse, James had taken his layoff personally, offended that his wife was now the sole provider for the family. Axel, the younger and more outgoing of the twins, was away from the house most of the time, and if he noticed any change in his father’s behavior, he never said anything. Reno, on the other, wasn’t so lucky. With their mother out working and Axel out with his friends, Reno was the one who received the brunt of his father’s displeasure. At first it had presented itself in the form of rough handling, and a smack on the face or shoulder every now and then, but lately things had changed, and not for the better.
Reno opened the door quietly, hoping that his father was in his room and wouldn’t hear him come in. Luck appeared to be on his side, since he wasn’t confronted at the door, so he crept upstairs to drop his bag in his room. His father was waiting for him there.
Reno stopped short upon seeing his father standing in his bedroom, unsure of what to do. James simply stared at him for a long moment, face devoid of expression. Finally, he spoke.
“How was school?”
Reno shifted, eyes darting from side to side in nervousness. There was no way his dad was standing there in his room wanting to have a normal conversation. “It was fine…”
“Homework?” Reno swallowed.
“A math assignment. It isn’t due until Wednesday though…” His father frowned, and Reno knew his attempts at getting out of this situation were in vain.
“You’ll do it right now.” He pointed at the desk in the corner of the room, and Reno hung his head, walking over to the desk and pulling out his textbook and a pad of paper. He didn’t notice his father coming closer until he spoke, standing right behind him. “Take your shirt off first.” Reno closed his eyes. Nope, no way of getting out of this at all. He pulled his shirt off, lifting it from the bottom hem slowly, the way James preferred, before sitting down at his desk and beginning his assignment. If his father wanted any more acknowledgement of his presence there, he would say so.
Reno focused on the textbook in front of him, doing his best to ignore the hands that stroked down his back and sides, massaging his skin slightly. He tried to ignore the wet kisses to the outer rims of his ears, the little licks and nips at the back of his neck and across his shoulder blades. He continued working when those wandering hands slipped below the waistband of his jeans, unhindered by any kind of underwear because he knew his father didn’t like them. His only reaction to the fingers stroking the base of his penis was a slight tremble in his hand, blocked from his father’s view by his shoulder. He didn’t react at all when those hands squeezed his buttocks, or when a calloused finger slipped down to tease along the crack.
When the hands retreated, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down, he didn’t stop working, but arced his back a little, making the groove along his spine more pronounced between his back muscles and shoulder blades, the way he was expected to. When his father ground against him, moaning, and reached around to play with his nipples, he fought down the shudder that threatened to give away his fear and revulsion. And when at last his father came against his back and left him to clean up the mess himself, he wiped his back off with a towel, pulled his shirt back on, and returned to his homework. He didn’t even cry after his father left the room; the tears had ended weeks ago.

2008
“Why didn’t you ever tell anyone?”
A shrug. “Didn’t we already talk about the different between physical and mental freedom?” They hadn’t, really; the question had come up before but it was one of those topics that Reno always turned away from. He understood what the boy meant however, even if he knew that they would eventually need to discuss it in order for the teen to move past it.
“Did anything change that semester? The rest of that school year?”
Another shrug. "I’m not here in a straitjacket because I sat in a chair while my dad got off against my back. I figured that was obvious.”
“What else happened that school year?”
“Is it time for lunch yet? I’m hungry.”
A glance at the clock. “I suppose we can stop now. The orderlies will take you back to your cell to eat.” He frowned, watching as one of the orderlies replaced Reno’s face mask for the trip back through the hallways. “I’m glad you finally chose to answer some of my questions. Your behavior over the last week has calmed considerably; perhaps soon we can dispense with the mask, and the sedatives and jacket at mealtimes. You might be able to start feeding yourself soon.”
Reno shrugged; the mask was back in place so his words were muffled when he responded. “Will it ever really matter? The ‘little victories’ don’t make a difference in the long run, when the bigger picture doesn’t change.”
“You never know. Think about it, at any rate. Perhaps next session you’ll be willing to continue talking.”
“Whatever.”
Dr. Gast shut off the tape recorder, and the orderlies led Reno away.

A/N:
I plan on doing the flashback thing until Reno’s story of his past catches up with his present in the mental hospital; then the story will progress with a normal timeline for the most part.
It’s been a while since I’ve been in middle school, so if the kids sound or act more mature than they should, my apologies. I’ll just blame it on kids growing up fast nowadays :p
Reno never really catches a break in my stories, does he?
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