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IXI
There weren�t many pitfalls to being ShinRa�s militaristic figurehead. As far as Sephiroth was concerned, the life he led was superior to that of many others, and he was happy with it that way. There were certain aspects to his fame, however, that sometimes made him wish he were anything but a general for the army of a power hungry conglomerate, and one of those aspects included anything to do with public appearances. And yet here he was, sitting at a rectangular dinner table that seated at the least eighty people, surrounded by the socialites, the business men, and the government officials of the harbour city of Junon. It was, he was often reminded by his superiors, part of his responsibilities to attend these gatherings, for to make an appearance was to indicate he cared about the welfare of all those involved. And so here he was, meal finished, listening to an aging councilman drone on and on about how profitable ShinRa�s presence in Junon had been and would continue to be �
�General,�
A whispered voice in his ear turned his attention from the councilman to something even more unsavoury. A woman seated on his left side, her age impossible to discern because of the amount of cosmetics she was wearing, blinked her ridiculously large dark eyes at him, crimson lips curving upwards into a playful smile. She asked him softly, �Are you enjoying yourself?�
Fuck, no, was what he wanted to say. Instead he clamped down on the impolite words, forced his own mouth to twist into a parody of a smile, and said, �Oh, yes.�
�You can�t really be interested in all this,� said a new voice, and with an inward scream the General turned his head to focus his attention on the person seated to his right. It was another woman, dark haired and blue eyed, and the look those eyes gave him was anything but formal. Wanting nothing more than to find the person who had made the seating arrangements and publicly disembowel him, Sephiroth managed a shrug and then attempted to turn his attention again on the speaker.
The women, however, had other ideas.
"Maybe you would like to go get some fresh air with us, General?" He felt a manicured hand on his bicep. "Bambi said that she felt rather faint earlier." Said the blue eyed one.
The overly made up one nodded. "Oh, yes and Mitza is just too small to catch me if I do." She batted her eyelashes up at him.
The man's droning stopped then, at just the perfect place to remove the possibility of using it as a means to escape them. He gave little introduction to the after hours entertainment before bowing and walking off.
The person who then took the stage was an all too familiar face.
"Ooh now he's cute." Bambi �gods was that her real name?- muttered only to be hushed by Mitza.
Sephiroth snorted, and though he did it quietly he hastily made an effort to turn it into a sort of strangled cough. While being mildly surprised at seeing Reno take the raised stage at the forefront of the large chamber, he found it wildly amusing that the Turk had been introduced as the �after hours entertainment�. While his own rather explicit idea of after hours entertainment was certainly not going to be showcased this evening, he looked forward to seeing what the Turk was about to do. On either side of him, the women were conversing about Reno. Sephiroth smiled unpleasantly. After all this was over, he may just have to introduce the Turk to his adoring fans.
Reno's eyes scanned the crowd twice before he sat at the large grand piano. Sephiroth wondered idly where the hell Reno could have learned to play a piano. Let alone play it well. He wasn't using sheet music, nor was he looking at the piano or his hands. His eyes continued to scan the crowd. Upon closer notice, Reno still had his guns attached to his holsters. No one else would have noticed that, however.
"Bambi seems to have a thing for artists�" Mitza's hand trailed up to Sephiroth's shoulder, rubbing it. "But I don't."
Sephiroth stared at the offending hand, willing it to vaporize or at the very least begin to shrivel and rot. When nothing happened, however, he resigned himself to cruel fate with an inward sigh. Where was his masamune when he needed it �? Oh, yes, he remembered in sudden irritation � he�d had to check it at the door.
�I recommend artists over soldiers,� He said, brushing her hand from him like he would some sort of rodent. �They�re less prone to violent, psychotic outbreaks. You never really know when a soldier is going to snap and decapitate someone.�
She seemed to take his hand touching for "put your chest closer to me"; she leaned in. "I like the dangerous feeling." Once again her hand traveled to his bicep. "I can't help but notice that you don't have a girlfriend with you tonight �"
Sephiroth�s smile was very small, very insincere, and very brittle. �Nor am I looking for one.�
Bambi had finally turned her attentions back to him as well, much to Sephiroth's disappointment. She giggled and also displayed an ample chest. If it was fake, the surgeon was at least very good at his or her craft. "Well, we just want to have a drink." She winked, plainly stating that she did not, in fact, want a drink as much as she wanted in a certain general's undergarments.
Sephiroth was beginning to get that lightheaded feeling he got when he was in battle �plainly spoken, he was getting the urge to kill something. Or at least dismember it and leave it to die a slow, painful death. �I don�t think so, ladies. A general can�t afford to drink on the job.�
"General Sephiroth!" A booming, male voice sounded from behind him. Great, the mayor of Junon�
Sephiroth stood then, getting his hand shook before he could completely level it, both women affixed to his sides and smiling.
"I see you must be enjoying yourself!" He laughed, patting Sephiroth on his much offended arm. "Mitza and Bambi are new to these parties, I'm sure they'll be good company, you old dog."
As if on cue, Mitza and Bambi giggled.
"Come, let me get you and the lovely ladies something to drink." With a hand in front of him the mayor led the way, thrusting a glass at Sephiroth before nodding up to the piano.
Reno was smirking at him, that fucking little red headed son of a bastard-whore.
"He's damn good, isn't he? From Midgar, highly recommended by Rufus ShinRa." He spoke as though he and Rufus discussed parties and pianos every day. With that he lead Sephiroth, who could not rid himself of Bambi or Mitza to one of the many balconies. "Well, I do hope the three of you have fun." And again that smile. "But I really must dash, you know, shake hands and such. Have a great evening, Sephiroth."
That did it. Sitting through boring dinners with egotistical nobodies rambling on and on about nothing he could do. Sitting beside two middle-aged wannabe temptresses looking only to get in on a little action with someone famous he could do. He could even handle Reno�s entertainment at his expense. What he wouldn�t do was sully himself further with these two, for lack of a better word, sluts. And so the General decided to take the matter in hand, and what better place to do it then up high in this balcony so secluded from the rest of the party attendees?
He divested himself of Bambi first, swinging the arm she was parasitically attached to around with enough force that she, unbalanced on her heels, stumbled and had to let go in order to catch herself. He then swiftly wrenched his arm free from Mitza�s grasp and simultaneously, with the other hand, caught her by the neck. He pushed her backwards until she stood against the wall, and leaning over her tall and imperious he watched as confusion flooded her eyes.
�I,� he said in a deceptively soft voice, �Am not interested in you. Either of you. I give you no more regard than I would an insect to be trodden under my heel. I have tried a multitude of ways to get that point across to you both tonight but I seemed to have failed. Consider this, then, my final notice. Don�t touch me, don�t speak to me, and don�t look at me. Do we understand each other?�
They just stared at him, wide eyed and squeaking something that sounded like a "yes".
�Good.� He straightened, casting a derisive glance at Bambi, who stared at him wide-eyed; ironically, she resembled a deer caught in headlights. Below them a song began to play, a melody fast and upbeat that clearly indicated Reno�s musical prowess. Intrigued, glad to be rid of the pests, Sephiroth descended the stairs in order to watch the performance from the proverbial front row.
There were a multitude of small circular tables set up around the stage, and Sephiroth found one that was occupied only by two middle aged men that he assumed where businessmen. As he took a seat on the opposite side of the table from them, they began to mutter excitedly to each other, but he ignored them and instead focused on the Turk that was producing music good enough to be concert-hall material. To say he was impressed was an understatement. Reno played with a careless grace and ease that spoke of years of experience; he was fascinating to watch. When the Turk finished his piece, Sephiroth was among the first to burst into applause; he caught Reno�s eye then, and bestowed upon him a swift and almost mischevious wink.
He�d always had a thing for piano players.
Reno walked down the stage quickly, crossing over to Sephiroth's table. The two middle aged men stood, intercepting him with hand shakes and a shoulder pat before they walked over to the bar.
"Where'd Bambi go?" Reno asked in a hushed tone that said quite plainly he knew who she was.
�Hopefully she�s wandered in front of a moving vehicle.� Sephiroth watched as the Turk sank down into a chair across from him and then continued with a small smile, �I must admit, Reno �I�m suitably astonished that you can play an instrument, albeit play it well.�
Reno smiled genuinely at the compliment, but remained on topic after a quick glance over his shoulder. "Bambi's a free agent assassin, Sephiroth. She could very well have been the person staking out your apartment, where did she go?"
�Ah, fuck.� Sephiroth said with feeling, realizing what he may have inadvertently just done. �I left them both up in the balcony. I didn�t even think about the fact that they weren�t what they appeared to be.�
Reno tapped his fingers on the table. "She's good, I don't blame you. Ol' girl's expensive too." He lit a cigarette. "I take it ya told'er off?" He blew three smoke rings, fitting each in the one before it before raising an eyebrow at him. "And she knows who I am, so she may have split. Or she could be here for someone who isn't you."
�My luck doesn�t work that way,� Sephiroth said, signalling with one upraised hand to a passing waiter. He secured what looked like a double of expensive whiskey off the tray and swirled it so that the ice cubes rattled. �I should have killed them both. I wanted to. Damn protocol at these functions.� And with that he downed the whiskey with a grimace, set the glass down, and waved for another.
"Seph, maybe you shouldn't get bloody wasted when there's someone trying to kill you? I like playing the piano and if ShinRa has my hands cut off for not doing my job I'll fucking piss on your grave." He stood. "Maybe we should check the balcony? I've already been up to the room, it's secure as these things can be." He snuffed out the smoke and turned to make his way to where Sephiroth had left Mitza and Bambi.
The General stood and followed the Turk, still feeling the burn of the whiskey in the back of his throat. It took a lot to get him drunk �a possible benefit of his genetic differences from other humans?- but when he did it, it was normally just a gesture to help him sort out his nerves. And besides, if Bambi was out to get him, wouldn�t it do to look like he was at ease and enjoying himself?
He smiled as he climbed the stairs a short distance behind Reno, watching the way the Turk�s red hair waved to and fro as he walked. Truth was, he was enjoying himself.
Reno growled, the sound barely making it to Sephiroth's ears. He walked over to a high heel, picking it up and playing around with it as though it could be dangerous. After a few moments of nothing, Reno let the item fall from his hand with a snort. "Cinderella, dressed in yella." He muttered in a sing songy voice.
Then he noted a camera mounted up in the corner. "Well, I suppose I'll just come down and hack the video-feed tonight." Reno made another low growl before finally turning around. "No point looking for her if she's long gone, I'll find a clue or something on the video feeds, but that'll take all night."
With that Reno scooped up a roving glass of whiskey from a man with a tray and leaned over the balcony. "Eh, the view really ain't that bad."
�No,� said Sephiroth, coming to stand beside the Turk, �It isn�t.�
Reno knew instinctively that the General wasn�t talking about the actual scenery; an instant later Sephiroth turned around and leaned his back against the railing. �Reno, do you play requests?�
Maybe he was getting used to the flirting, or maybe Reno was trying to pretend it wasn't happening. Whatever the reason he shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, if I hear it I can play it."
�Interesting. Are you done playing for the night?�
"Supposed ta be." Reno responded. "But I gotta do something to kill time while I hack those video feeds tonight. If you fuckin behave yourself I'll letcha tag along."
Hmm. This sounded interesting. Sephiroth began to make his way back down the stairs, tossing his reply over his shoulder. �I always behave. And I have a request: there�s a song I enjoy called Blue. If you know it, would you play it?�
He was out of earshot before Reno could reply, and he made his way back to the same table to take the same seat. Considerably more wary than he had been before, his eyes swept the gathered throng casually, seeking the face of the women he had found so detestable. Perhaps Reno�s music would flush them out; he mused on this as he raised his hand to signal for another drink.
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