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Reno Vs. Genesis	By : soleil Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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2.
“Full name?” The black-haired man inquired to the currently awakening red-head.
“Oww it hurts..” Reno whined for a second time that day -but this time for real- and tried to raise his hands to clutch at his hurting head, which turned out to be a fairly difficult task as his arms were firmly bound to his sides and to the back of his chair.
“That’s not a name.” the man stated without any sympathy and put the form in his hands onto the table and into Reno’s visual field before taking his seat next to him.
“What do ya need a name for, man?” Reno sluggishly drawled, instantly having various versions of gravestone-inscriptions flash through his hurting head as he watched the guy, whom he’d already mentally labeled as ‘the Agent’, scribble down ‘John Doe’ in the first field of the form.
“Ravi.” Reno added in haste, fully awake by now. He didn’t really think of himself as a nondescript ‘John’ after all. Unperturbed the man hiked his brow and pressed on. “Last name?”
“Listen Mr. Agent, Sir, I know you probably won’t believe me, but to set things straight, I never meant to mug that General, sir! If I had known who he was, I wouldn’t have even dreamt about laying as much as a pinky on him, sir! Hey! I’m not that stupid, ya know? For Shiva’s sake -you’ll have to admit that that... -harrumph- ...man doesn’t really look like...” Realizing that continuing this train of thought would probably turn out doing him more harm than any good, he quickly changed his approach, “..I was even thinking of a way to return him his money, but then I passed out and.. -wait a minute!” Registering the oddity, Reno abruptly jerked to a halt.
Why in Gaia’s name had he fainted? It wasn’t like him to suddenly pass out, even if it was a fact that at that point in time he had been rather famished and fairly stressed.
Narrowing his eyes he took a better look at his captor. ‘Dark, sharp and proper looking in a suit’ summed him up, but that wasn’t exactly helpful. He had left the pen on the table and was now sitting relaxed in his chair, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles and his hands neatly folded on his lap, waiting patiently for Reno’s mental gears to kick in.
“Yes, I cast ‘sleep’ on you and yes, you wouldn’t be here right now if we just wanted you dead.” he supplied when Reno was about to open his mouth again.
“As you already know, you unfortunately managed to get yourself into quite a dangerous situation by making an enemy out of one of Shinra’s highest-ranked officers. General Rhapsodos isn’t exactly known for his sympathetic nature, I might add, so you understand that simply returning him his possessions wouldn’t turn out to be very benefiting for your health.” At that he snickered as if he found the prospect of the red-head trying to return the money particularly funny, and Reno couldn’t really hold that against him. It had been just a crazy idea that had randomly popped into his panicking mind and he would never have gone through with it anyway.
“Changing your hair color, face and identity and digging an abyssal hole in the vicinity of the Northern Crater to hide in might actually be the only option that would effectively prolong your survival, but I don’t think that you currently have the means to take those measures.” The Agent suggested not being really helpful, and nonchalantly resumed inspecting his well-manicured fingernails.
“So you generously decided to spare me an expensive and futile attempt at escape, cast magic on me and carry me directly into the lion’s den, to let the General kill me himself -gaining yourself a supporter for your way up the company-hierarchy by doing so.” Reno concluded in a resigned manner and eyed the discharged plastic pen on the table from a different perspective. If he somehow managed to free himself from his bonds, it would be the only thing in the otherwise bare room that could be used as a weapon. ‘Better than nothing!’ he decided being far beyond optimistic and proceeded in further developing his unpromising plan of escape.
From an earlier glance out of the secured window it was clear that he was held on one of the higher floors at Shinra Headquarters -of all places. Serving as a monumental display of the company’s immeasurable power and with its unmistakable location right in the center of the city’s upper plate, it was the most distinguishable building on the whole fucking planet and he took a wild guess that security would probably be as high as the building’s height itself. He had to admit that although he had been dreaming about entering that place since setting foot in Midgar, even in his worst nightmares he would have never imagined that it would be so soon and under those particularly fucked-up circumstances.
“I agree that this could sound like a possible scenario, but I have to assure you, that I am perfectly content with my current position within the company.” The man informed him, seeming oddly satisfied by Reno’s assumption. “And like I’ve already mentioned once, we do not wish your demise.” He added. “On the contrary, I am about to offer you the only chance you have at escaping General Rhapsodos’ wrath together with all of your other problems.”
“Oh, now I get it!” Reno said feigning enthusiasm. “So you’re offering to buy me plastic surgery and afterwards burry me someplace near the Northern Crater! Thank you, sir! That makes sense!”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” The man scolded but smirked. “I’m offering you diplomatic immunity in form of employment in Shinra-Company’s ‘Department of Administrative Research’.” At that he searched Reno’s face for any signs of recognition of the department’s name, which of course never came.
“I see..” Reno said although he really didn’t. His mind instead was stuck now on one particular word and he narrowed his eyes even more to suspiciously inquire: “Research?”
He had heard about people from the slums applying for jobs at Shinra Company, to never reappear again. Rumors had started spreading that they had died a horrible death while being used as test-subjects by the company’s very own medical research department. Since then no one had been daring enough to apply for a job.
And Reno had an idea who could have applied on his behalf.
All too familiar with the rumors traveling around in the slums and correctly guessing what was currently on Reno’s mind, the man decided to elaborate: “We are agents, more commonly known as ‘Turks’. Our main objectives include securing the company’s interests and protecting important individuals from assault, kidnapping, assassination or the loss of confidential information. As you will note, none of that is in any way directly connected to medical or scientific research.”
“Oh,” Reno said somewhat relieved, “’to protect and to serve’ it is then.. But tell me Mr.Turk-“
“Tseng.” the man corrected. “Mr.Tseng, why exactly is this job being offered to me of all people?”
“Because you, Reno, have been nominated for recruitment one month ago and in the meanwhile proven you possess the abilities we are searching for in a Turk.” Tseng stated as if that -and Reno’s name as well, were common knowledge.
Reno didn’t have to try very hard to remember if a month ago he had done something particularly outstanding to be nominated to become Shinra’s agent- the tiny disagreement he had had with Don Corneo, which resulted in Reno sending that man’s messengers off to meet their creator, certainly did qualify just fine.
The two bulky men had approached him while he was working as a dealer at one of Corneo’s illegal gambling houses, informing him that it had come to the Don’s attention that Reno had laid his hands on his property. The whole story had resulted in an ugly and bloody mess in the back-alley -and subsequently with Reno on the run.
It had been the whole Corneo-disaster that had forced him out of his rented place and into the hole up in the wall. In the following month and directly under the very nose of Don Corneo’s syndicate Reno had mastered the ability of hiding and sneaking around to a whole new form of art.
Admittedly most men in the Don’s employment and out to get him weren’t exactly famous for their brains, but -Gaia, he hadn’t even bothered changing his most distinguishable hair color and still had been just fine. It was true that at first it had been kind of fun giving them the runaround, but nowadays it was beginning to get old and Reno had started to miss the comforts of a real home, which he had no hope of attaining anytime soon, even less now that he had managed to make an even bigger enemy than Don Corneo.
“You caught our eye approximately two months ago when you started ‘courting’ the Don’s first mistress right under his nose. And while your sexual escapades themselves are of very little interest to us, the fact that you have managed to start and maintain an affair with the most guarded fancy lady on the planet until this very day, is something that we cannot simply disre..” Tseng started informing him but was interrupted: “Hey! She is a nice lady too, ya know? A little cookoo maybe, but a total knock-out in the sack! And I was about to break up with her anyway and go to Junon, but then she goes and threatens that she’ll kill herself if I leave town and I don’t know what to do with her. Couldn’t let that round and perfect, heart-shaped ass go to waste..” By now Reno was wiggling his brows at Tseng and with an expression of distaste the latter held up one hand to make Reno stop.
“As I’ve already informed you I have no interest in..” only to be interrupted again: “Ohhh! I get it man, you swing the other way! That’s ok with me, but ya know, you don’t have to make that face; I was talking about her ass -not her boobs! Not that they were not ok -a pair of nicely shaped, medium-sized and well-nippled tities, but I am an ass-man myself, ya know! I..”
“Shut up.” Tseng said in a no-nonsense way.
“But it’s true..” Reno mumbled meekly but continued suggesting with his hands the exact shape of the part of the human anatomy he preferred, while he cautiously watched the Turk stand up and take the papers from the table to throw them onto Reno’s lap.
“Just fill out the form.”
“But how much is the payment? Do I get health insurance and a pension fund?”
“Reno..” Tseng warned.
“..and what about working hours? I am not a morning person, you know! I’m more of a nocturnal..”
Click.
The sound of a gun’s safety being disengaged informed Reno about the exact limits of Tseng’s humor and patience and that the dark-haired man had probably more important things to do than to inform him about Reno’s future working conditions.
“It’s your decision. Just sign the papers or.. not.”
“““
“I think that you owe me something.” Sephiroth said and leaned back on the monstrous piece of work-out equipment he was currently sitting on, to take a good look at the man who had just entered the gym.
“My unlimited pity, you mean? Rest assured that you already have that, my friend!” Genesis replied coldly only to hear Sephiroth persist: “Where is your watch?”
He just wished that he could take one of the heavy weights lying around and slam it into Sephiroth’s face.
“On my bed-side table, if you must know. I’m not wearing that old thing anymore, it’s become obsolete -but you wouldn’t understand anything about that -you dress like a brute for crying out loud!” He replied calmly and got onto one of the hyper-high-tech treadmills to start his nightly jogging-routine.
“Sephiroth told me that you got mugged.” The private gym’s last regular Angeal stated, to worriedly ask: “Is it true?” He had already taken out his materia and started scanning Genesis for possible injuries, before the auburn-haired man had even a chance to reply.
“For Shiva’s sake, Angeal! I am a 1^st CLASS SOLDIER and a GENERAL of the fucking Shinra-Army -just like YOU, so stop fussing over me and go knit mittens or something, besides the whole thing was just an assumption our resident autistic person made on his own!” Genesis yelled and ostentatiously put his earbuds in to effectively drown out any other comment from his two colleagues. Out of the corner of his eye he still caught Angeal pointing one finger at him and mouthing to Sephiroth: ‘He’s PMSing again..’, which made him grunt and run faster.
He hated it like the pest when Angeal got like that. They had grown up together and even when they were kids Angeal was the one always by his side -as his friend, his brother, his mother, his father and on occasion as his fucking grandma -for crying out loud!
Like now.
Angeal could smell it from miles away when something was bothering Genesis and he was always the first offering to make everything right again for him. He knew that the next thing Angeal would do is to single him out, make him explain what had happened and then go out on a secret crusade to find the person who had offended him to beat him to a pulp. And of course he’d do all that only after pointing out that Genesis’ behavior towards Sephiroth should be better.
And it wasn’t that Genesis didn’t appreciate Angeal’s friendship and care. He did. Angeal was family to him after all. He just hated that it made him appear weak and vulnerable, like something fragile that has to be protected -and he also hated that he sometimes felt as if his friendship would never be enough to repay Angeal for everything the other man so freely gave him..
All those years his best friend had never asked him for anything Genesis wasn’t comfortable with, but that feeling was always there: in the affectionate gesture when his hand put one of Genesis stray wisps of hair back in order, in the way he looked at him when he thought that Genesis wasn’t aware and even in the way he’d always go out of his way just to please Genesis…
The three young men were suddenly interrupted from their respective thoughts and exercises when the door opened to reveal Veld -the commander of the Turks and his second in command Tseng, who let his superior enter and soundlessly closed the door behind them.
The tension in the 1^st Class Soldiers rose immediately.
Turks - commonly known in the Soldier-Department as a pack of cunning snakes- weren’t very well-disposed towards Soldiers and vice versa and apart from the one or other joined mission of the two departments, both sides tried to stay as far away as possible from each other. So it was rather odd when Veld approached Genesis with a little parcel in his hands and bowed in greeting, to wait patiently and with an overly friendly smile on his face for Genesis to take out the earbuds.
“General Rhapsodos!” Veld said with much enthusiasm. “I personally came to return your belongings and to thank you for participating in the evaluation of my new recruit. If it weren’t for your immeasurable assistance it would have been impossible for me to conjure up an equally challenging setting. So in the name of the whole Department of Administrative Research: Thank you! Please regard us in the future as well!” With that he put his parcel into Genesis hands, made a turn and left the gym, his silent companion short on his heels.
“Did you really assist the Turks? Should I run after them and demand further explanation?” Angeal was the first one to speak, making Genesis cringe mentally and comment Angeal’s eagerness in his head: ‘Like fucking clockwork.’
Then he proceeded telling his friends a tale about a Turk-Commander in need and a very cooperative and ready to help Soldier 1^st.
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