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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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4.
Patrol-shift in Sector 8 was a brainless and totally stupid rookie-job, but still a tradition set in stone and an obligation for every single one of the Turks. Second in command Tseng actually did it from time to time too, even if it was just to demonstrate that solidarity in their department wasn’t just a hollow word. Furthermore they all took pride in the fact that the Sector under their sole supervision was the most well-flourishing and highest visited part of Midgar.
Besides, Reno didn’t find it within him to complain about it tonight. It was Saturday, the weather was great for a change and the streets were busy with people from everywhere discovering Midgar’s center of business and entertainment. To be honest if Reno hadn’t been on patrol-duty he would have probably been here anyway. Taking a relaxed stroll down Loveless-Avenue right now looked like fun and he had yet to discover Midgar’s upper plate from the perspective of a tourist. Surveillance, wiretapping and brainless paperwork - intercepted by the occasional bar-hopping for tension-release purposes, seemed to be all he was doing since he had graduated from training camp less than a month ago. Though he secretly reveled in the fact that he was exceptionally good at everything that had been thrown his way until now, it was a slow start and he’d definitely welcome some action, was practically itching and craving for it. Aside from that his job was still interesting with lots of benefits, providing him everything he’d ever wanted.
Life was good for once.
Mentally making sure that he had checked all important hotspots of the sector, he decided that he was practically done and shifted his attention once more to the passerby. He was supposed to spend the rest of his shift looking out for anything suspicious.
A group of classy chicks passed him by, while inviting glances were curiously cast his way and he had already decided which establishment he would be visiting when his shift was over -which would be in exactly 41 Minutes from now. Never one to decline an invitation or a challenge it appeared only right to already start heading into that particular direction, only a handful of yards away. Two minutes later it also seemed only natural to enter the building and ride the elevator up to the bar too, just to eventually decide: ‘to hell with it’ -he could have a drink and always say that he was investigating someone if caught. It would probably sound believable as well as this place didn’t seem like one Reno would frequent.
Ordering a tequila-shot as a warm up he pulled up a stool and took in his surroundings.
Everything, except the dark brown bar and the matching tables, was held in a light beige tone, while thousands of tiny lights decorated the ceiling and the upper part of the walls. The booths, made of expensive looking leather, were elegantly shaped and faced the enormous glass wall, presenting a breathtaking view of Midgar’s nightly skyline. Purple orchids strategically placed here and there served not only to break the monotony but also to underline to the customer how exclusive this place was. Flowers were a rarity in Midgar after all. The small number and expensive looking clothing of the guests only confirmed Reno’s perception: this place was undeniably far above his league. He had a suspicion that if not for his uniform, that distinguished him as a Turk, he would have been already asked to leave. Luckily he was someone who couldn’t care less for such things; otherwise he would have felt very out of place.
Scanning the area for the girls from before his eyes got caught upon a familiar figure. Sitting there, with her back to him and next to a man wearing a black SOLDIER uniform, was the wildcat from the previous night.
‘Interesting. ’ Reno thought and a grin started to spread.
He recalled thinking upon meeting her that they seemed to be from the same mold and it only intrigued him now to see how well attuned his senses were. What was her name again? Probably not ‘Wild’ like he had saved her in his contact-list, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember. Her name had seemed irrelevant while he had his tongue down her throat and his hand under her shirt. Tseng’s persistent phone calls had violently interrupted their get-to-know-each other session and Reno had to leave quickly for his completely forgotten surveillance-shift -but not before agreeing to postpone their disrupted activities for the next evening and hastily sending her his contact-details.
And now the little bitch had ditched him for a romantic tête-à-tête. He’d bet that that SOLDIER-guy was very rich if she had missed out on a chance of steaming-hot sex with him. Reno was someone who took pride in the fact that he had figured out the true nature of women from a very early age. It had been rather easy. Looks, money or power was what they were searching for in a man. Preferably all of those combined. And as the occurrence of that combination was rather rare, most of them were always rather quick to exchange the first point for the latter two when the opportunity arose. The cleverer among them just found another way of having it all. And the average man never knew what was happening behind his back. Reno found those women rather intriguing, not out of genuine interest, but more because -like the competitive bastard that he was- he wanted to see if he could to become their No. 1 -if armed with only his charm he could make them focus on him alone.
Preparing to help the cat set her priorities straight, he ordered a golden tequila on the rocks -after all it seemed as if he would be staying.
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Angeal couldn’t help but feel very uncomfortable sitting there alone with Xion. Even if his experience with women was fairly limited, having spent a great part of his young life in a military academy, he had never imagined that sitting next to one could be this intimidating. The calm and accessing glances thrown at him from under overlong and dark eyelashes made him instinctively want to check his uniform and stand at attention. Of course he didn’t. He had already made enough of an idiot out of himself when he had mistaken Genesis’ reference to the Halcyon-Days with Loveless. Keeping silent and leaving the talking to his friend had seemed like the best course after that, but since Genesis had left for the restroom - agonizing 30 seconds ago, Angeal suspected that with being that silent he was just appearing more and more of a klutz by the second. Which in turn made him even more nervous and the little voice in his head was by now screaming at him to just say something.
“You were always wearing white dresses. ” he said vocalizing the most prominent memory he had of her.
“Only when my mother made me wear them and that was usually when we visited Genesis’ house. ” She answered and snickered. Angeal smiled as well and silently congratulated himself for breaking the ice. He was about to ask her something about the fan club next, but his attention was drawn to an approaching figure that wore a familiar uniform. Curiously, he watched the Turk stopping behind the girl and bowing down to whisper into her ear: “Found you!”
Xion’s reaction was immediate as her eyes opened wide in disbelief and she almost spilled the drink in her fingers. Turning slowly towards the Turk her face seemed to go through a large variety of nuances of pink to finally settle on a deep color. “H - Hi!” she stammered in greeting.
“Nice to see you’re feeling better!” the guy said with a blindingly sweet smile.
“Well, yeah, kind of..” she replied, obviously uncomfortable, which ignited Angeal’s most developed instinct: to protect. He didn’t know how she was related to the Turk, but he could see that she was feeling very awkward. Deciding to help her out of the situation he introduced himself.
“Angeal Hewley, SOLDIER 1^st class. ” he said, standing to his full intimidating height and extending his hand. The Turk went around the couch and offered a firm handshake before replying: “Reno. Turk -as you can see. ” he said smiling friendly all the while and Angeal could not really detect something suspicious about him -well, except for the fact that the guy was a Turk, which in general was viewed as suspicious by itself, but Angeal didn’t like to have a prejudice against anyone. “So Reno,” the SOLDIER smiled back “Are you here on duty or pleasure?”
“Pleasure, I’d say. A drink to take off the edge after a long working-day. You probably know how it is!” he said amicably “I am not that long in Midgar and it’s my first time coming here. Didn’t really expect running into someone I know. ”
Bringing to mind Genesis’ story about helping Veld and Tseng with the assessment of a new recruit, he remembered that his friend had kept on referring to the recruit as ‘the boy with the orange hair’, and knowing all too well that Genesis was calling every red that wasn’t exactly to his liking ‘orange’. So, how many unfamiliar, new and redheaded Turks could there be?
That guy had to be Genesis’ Turk!
Delighted he exclaimed: “Then you must be that rookie Genesis helped evaluating! My colleague told me all about it! Sit down and join us!” When Angeal had heard Genesis’ story that day some time ago in the gym, he had wholeheartedly agreed with his friend and fellow colleague providing assistance to the Turks. Angeal was of the opinion that as long as a person sustained their integrity and honor, it didn’t really matter if he was a SOLDIER, a Turk or just an infantryman. He had always thought that the hostility between the two offices had been practically for no reason and that a mutual and better collaboration would be beneficial to all of them.
He enthusiastically patted the seat next to him in invitation, but found the Turk appearing somewhat cautious. “Don’t worry- this is not a test again!”
“Yes, please sit, I’d really like to hear that story too!” Xion added sweetly having completely composed herself in the meanwhile, and the Turk hesitantly sat down. “I’m afraid I have to disappoint, as that falls under classified information. I am not allowed to say anything concerning work. ” he truthfully stated.
“Noted. Let’s talk about something else then. How do you two know each other?” Angeal asked, genuinely interested. “We actually only met just yesterday. ” Reno said smiling at Xion, who was fast to supply: “I offered to show him around in town, but feeling a bit under the weather today I had to cancel. Sightseeing can be very strenuous. I’m so sorry Reno. ”
“Don’t worry about that sweetheart, postponed is not abandoned!” he kindly reassured her with a friendly wink.
‘Ah, that’s what her reaction had been all about. ’ Angeal thought. The poor girl had felt bad for not being able to be a guide for the Turk. Angeal knew that it was not common knowledge to everyone, like it was to him, that women were very delicate beings and had to be treated as such. Luckily Reno seemed to be of the same opinion and didn’t appear holding a grudge over the postponed tour, as Xion probably had feared.
Angeal’s thoughts were interrupted when a loud “YOU!” sounded from behind Genesis’ outstretched finger, pointing at the Turk’s head. Registering the flinch next to him he hastily reassured: “Don’t worry about him; he just loves being overly dramatic. He is just expressing his surprise. ” Turning to Genesis he said: “Don’t scare the guy like that! Don’t you remember what it was like to be new? Where is your honor?”
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Genesis thought that he had just lived through a stroke. The vein on his temple was suspiciously twitching as he watched that orange-haired bastard placidly sitting on his previous seat on the couch between Angeal and Xion.
The audacity of that boy seemed indescribable.
“YOU!” he spat with venom.
He had humiliated him firstly in front of Sephiroth, then in front of the whole fucking Turk-Department and what the hell was he up to now? Doing the same in front of his friends?
Totally ignoring Angeal’s patter Genesis readied himself to pounce, when the Turk jumped up and offered a deep and humble bow, exclaiming : “General Rhapsodos!”
Genesis halted instinctively, waiting to see what the brat’s next move would be. “I have been hoping for a chance to thank you in person!” the boy said, his sky-blue eyes impossibly wide with gratitude -just like the last time, while he approached to fearlessly stand in front of him, his back to the others, and bow again. Genesis now almost expected to see him put on exactly the same act again.
“Thank you for participating in my evaluation!” it came loud and clear from the head facing downwards, but when it came up again a malevolent and challenging grin belied the sincerity of his words. At least he was showing his true face now. Strangely enough, Genesis thought that with that he could live. Though he didn’t think he could have stomached another badly played act as well.
“Thanks to you I am a Turk now!” he said in a quieter tone appearing proud, but in truth hinting at the diplomatic immunity Genesis all too well knew he now had. He obviously had no clue that he would be bleeding to death by now anyway, if not for the fact that the SOLDIER didn’t know how to justify his sudden and seemingly unfounded burst of violence in a public place, without appearing completely schizophrenic or explaining their humiliating first meeting -and he would rather shoot himself in the knee, than admit he got fooled like that in front of Angeal and Xion.
The Turk was save for now.
For now, Genesis repeated in his head to take comfort in the words.
“Hey Gen! Reno! How long are you going to be standing there?” Angeal sounded and Genesis forced his anger to subside. Forfeiting the useless staring contest he moved around the Turk and returned to his previous seat to sit down.
“Did you know that your Turk and Xion are friends?” Angeal informed him when the brat had also returned to the table. Ignoring the absurd wording, Genesis thought that at least that meant his presence here wasn’t solely to spite him. “Is that so?” he asked the woman and raised one disapproving, auburn brow.
“Well, we don’t really know each other that long. ” Xion said somewhat cautiously, unlike Angeal, clearly sensing the animosity between the two.
“Yeah,” Reno confirmed only to add: “We clicked instantly when we met. It felt really intimate, like we’ve known each other for years, you know?” His words were skillfully accompanied with a suggestive wink, probably to underline his not so subtle implication and get more on Genesis’ nerves. “What about you?”
“Xion is a dear childhood friend and the leader of the association of my followers. ” Genesis haughtily informed, avoiding on purpose the word ‘fan-club’. Right now it didn’t sound serious enough for his liking. “Impressive. ” Reno stated and used the chance to give Xion a slow once over, admiration blatantly written on his face. “Yeah, I can imagine you as a leader. ”
Though the words were innocent enough, they were uttered in a way bordering on lewd and Genesis turned to Xion expecting an embarrassed or even insulted expression, only to find her seeming utterly delighted and transfixed instead. The Turk was holding her gaze with the ease a puppet-master held the strings of his puppets. ‘What the..?’ Genesis eloquently thought, and glanced back at Reno. Playfully grinning he astutely worried his lips with teeth and the tip of his tongue, effectively wetting them, while he produced his cigarettes out of his pocket.
With an obscene fascination that Genesis lead back to the alcoholic drinks he had consumed, he observed him slipping the death-stick between those shiny lips and inhaling a what appeared to be very satisfying stream of blue smoke. On exhaling he blew said smoke without looking right into Genesis’ face and the SOLDIER abruptly came to his senses, suppressing a coughing fit.
Inwardly cursing the Turk for the nth time, Genesis decided on a whim that he could play that game too. And better. He was feeling fairly confident, having noted Xion’s positive response to his proximity earlier.
“You seem flushed. ” Genesis said to Xion turning his attention once more to her and dropping his voice to a low purr. “Aren’t you feeling well?” With a gesture full of grace he raised his hand and slowly pushed the hair away from her forehead with his gloved fingertips.
That got him her full attention.
“I’m fine. ” She said and smiled.
“She had mentioned earlier feeling under the weather. ” Angeal supplied, probably genuinely worried, and Genesis silently thanked him for his unknowingly provided support. Remembering suddenly a rather innocent gesture his nanny used to make when he was still a child and not feeling well, he knew how to proceed.
“Seems like we have to check for a fever. ” he murmured seductively and brought his face close to hers. At first he looked deeply, searchingly into her eyes as if they had all the time in the world and then he cupped the back of her head with his hand, effectively holding it in place, as he slowly raised his own head to touch his lips to her forehead. “So hot. ” he purred with his lips still lingering on her skin.
“Maybe I should take you home now, hm?” he asked once again looking deeply into her eyes and noting with satisfaction that her cheeks were even rosier than before. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of blue eyes trying to burn holes into him. When she weakly nodded her consent he knew he had won.
“Sorry for ruining the evening. ” Xion said as if she really meant it. “Angeal, it was nice seeing you again. Reno, I promise we’ll go sightseeing as soon as I’m better. ”
Before Genesis had any time to gloat over his victory, she had already grabbed her purse and stood up. Standing himself he put a hand on the small of her back and lead her away. Right before exiting he turned around and mouthed:
“ 1 - 0 ”
Then he winked and was gone.

ANs: We finally started getting somewhere.. ^^
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