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IXI
Reno ran a hand through his hair, grumbling. Yesterday morning at the hotel, Sephiroth had acted�strange. Like he'd done something wrong. That made Reno sublimely more distrustful. The whole day went downhill from there, however. After viewing the footage of the night before- minus Reno's little piano adventure- the Turks figured that it would be best if Reno followed up on the lead with Bambi. Tseng was taking over watching Sephiroth, though he wasn't going to keep up the close proximity if he could help it.
Of course, now here Reno was, prancing around in the slums, trying to sniff out Bambi. He didn't really want to find her, he really hated that bitch. She liked to take family pot shots, Reno was thankful that she was "above" going after invalids.
"Why did I even explain myself to him?" Reno asked himself out loud around the cigarette. "It ain't none of his business�"
That did remind him that he had to call his mother. Now that he wasn't attached to Sephiroth's hip maybe he could swing by. Hell, maybe he'd take the Turks with him, his mom loved it when they all came over and played. They always brought their instruments over too.
Reeve had an old guitar, Rude had a violin and Tseng, like Reno and his family, played a few. He seemed to prefer the viola. They tried to get together with Reno's folks once a month or so. The unwanted thought that Sephiroth would enjoy something like that struck him. He snuffed the butt out as though the act of grinding his toe into the much would expel Sephiroth from his mind. It didn't work. "I need time off." He told himself. Time off would be good, his father was going in for that operation next week, maybe taking that week off to help his mom out around the house would get his mind back on track.
But for the moment he had to go deer hunting. Don Corneo's loomed up in front of him and Reno pulled his nightstick and took a deep breath before continuing with his shitty day.
IXI
Sephiroth, up to his elbows once again in paperwork, was seriously considering lighting the entire works on fire and then finding his superiors and detailing to them what exactly it was he excelled at. It wasn�t paperwork. It was war, it was leading troops, it was subduing uprisings, it was fighting �
It was seducing Reno.
Snorting at that thought, Sephiroth glowered at the paper before him. A knock sounded at his door, and so he raised his head and glowered at Tseng instead. The Wutain man met the General�s dour gaze with what Sephiroth found to be an irritatingly serene smile.
�I see you�re busy today,� Tseng remarked, entering the office and easing into one of the two chairs on the other side of Sephiroth�s desk.
�Well, I�m not dead. That is what you�re here to check on, isn�t it?�
Tseng took Sephiroth�s foul mood in stride. �We have Reno out working on the lead with Bambi. I assure you, General, this whole assassination issue will be over soon.�
�Hnh.� Truth be told, that wasn�t the issue. Sephiroth was on edge because of Reno, and that�s all there was to it. He wanted the Turk, yes, but he was also very aware that by pursuing him, he was adding a ton of complications to his own very complicated life. It was all good and fun to taunt and tease �Reno had done his own fair share of that, too- but when it all came down to it Sephiroth wasn�t sure what he was going to do.
�I�m going to the gym,� He said abruptly, standing and giving Tseng a brief nod. Tseng merely nodded; the secretive smile playing around his lips made Sephiroth wonder just how much the Wutain knew about what was �and wasn�t- transpiring between the General and his reluctant bodyguard.
IXI
One smoldering bouncer later, Reno was shouldering his way past the showcases to the back rooms. Without any fanfare he kicked open a door that he knew to belong to Bambi's "friend" Mitza.
Mitza was in the middle of a lunchtime blowjob and her John jumped, scraping himself along her teeth and falling over with wide eyes. Reno recognized him as one of the lower end ShinRa officials and then thrust his thumb over his shoulder. "Out."
The man started to pat off blood, tears welling in his eyes and tried to get himself together.
Reno glared. "I said OUT, bitch. Don't make me rough you both up."
The man scuttled out of the room, falling into the hallway when Reno slammed the door behind them. He wasted no time in grabbing Mitza by the back of her head, his fist tight in her hair. "Alright, what's your girlfriend up to?"
Her face contorted in pain and both hands cupped Reno's in an effort to stop him from pulling out her soft hair. "Ahh ahh, gods, get the fuck off, whore."
Reno's fist tightened. "I asked you a fucking question, and it takes one to know one."
"Ahh ah ahh" Mitza glared at him, letting Reno pull her to her feet. "She isn't the one trying to kill him, she just wanted to see how to get to him! That's all I swear do I fucking look stupid?"
The nightstick flipped out and pressed against her neck. "You're kinda pretty when you're scared, you know that?"
Her tongue licked over her lips. "I swear, Reno I swear! Just scoping him out for someone but I don't know who and neither does Bam, I swear, please god, please let me go."
Mitza's back collided with the wall then, the length of the night stick pressed against her throat. Reno still maintained a grip on her hair, though her head was tilted back. Blue eyes pressed closed and she whimpered.
"I'm waiting for you to tell me the truth Mitza." Reno hissed. "Don't make me get creative."
Her throat worked a bit and Reno leaned forward, his mouth just at her ear. "Now come on, don't tease."
"Nojo Harii!" She yelped when his teeth connected with her ear. "The man she meets calls himself Nojo Harii!"
Reno stepped back then, tapping the nightstick on his shoulder while Mitza fell to the floor.
She cupped her ear and pulled her legs up to her chest. "She's going to meet him tonight in Tojo's bar at ten on the plate. But she wasn't going to kill the General, she wasn't�we wouldn't�"
Reno didn't wait to tell her anything else and strode from the room.
IXI
Running laps didn�t soothe Sephiroth�s temper. Spending thirty minutes of private time with a punching bag didn�t ease his temper either. When an hour in the swimming pool failed as well, he decided to admit defeat; as he departed from the corporate gym he felt the beginnings of what promised to be a terrific headache jabbing at his temples. He contemplated returning to his office but ultimately decided that the people waiting on his completed paperwork could go and fuck themselves. And so it was he headed back to his place, thinking perhaps that some rest was in order.
As he opened the door to his living quarters, however, and found himself faced with total and complete chaos, he realized that rest just wasn�t on his agenda today. Sighing, staring at the ruined remains of what had been his living room, he pulled out his PHS and flipped it open, pressing �3� on the keypad for the autodial.

�Reeve?� He said tiredly when somebody answered, �I think you need to step up security around here. Somebody just trashed my place.�
IXI
Reno was in a foul mood as he stormed to the bar. Tojo's was a Wutain bar that was upper class. It was a good thing that ShinRa had ins, or Reno would have had to wait in that ridiculous line. He didn't have a hard time sniffing Bambi out, but her mark didn't show, and didn't show� AND didn't show.
At about eleven, both Bambi and Reno stood, he intercepted her near the door. "Yer date stand ya up honey?"
Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing him, betraying only for a moment her surprise. Quickly regaining her composure, she said smoothly, �If he did, it ain�t none of your business.�
"President ShinRa seems to think otherwise, Bam." Reno lit a cigarette before offering her one. "Now what caused this leave of yer fucking senses?"
�Money is a good motivator, or so I hear,� She took the cigarette he offered, digging around in her small handbag for a lighter. She offered him a vague smile. �Don�t worry about it, Red.�
"Maybe you'd like to take a trip to the ShinRa building?" Reno offered with a vicious smirk. "The good doctor would probably find your little stunts very interesting."
"NO I don't want to go home with you!" Bambi yelled at the top of her lungs. "Help! SECURITY!" Tears worked their way from her eyes and she even appeared as though she was going go fall over.
Reno's lip curled up into a snarl and he backpedaled. He didn't need to spend a night in jail. "Wait till I get a hold of you bitch." He snapped, turning to run before he had five guys the size of Rude pile on him.
IXI
Sephiroth watched Reeve walk his apartment, the oldest Turk pinched his nose and growled to himself. "Pack a bag, Sephiroth." Reeve ordered then, digging out a silver zippo.
�Pack it full of what?� Sephiroth asked sharply. �I�ve already dug through it all. All I have to my name that�s intact is what I�m wearing.�
Reeve shrugged. "Good to know then, let's go."
The General followed Reeve out the door, casting one last glance at the destruction that had been his sanctuary. It was the invasion of privacy that bothered him the most; the personal things could always be replaced. The pain in his temples had blossomed into pain that ebbed and flowed; all he really wanted to do was find the person that had decided to make his life miserable and dismember him/her. He asked, as they entered an elevator, �Where are we going?�
Reeve fixed Sephiroth a look and then let out a humorless laugh. "To ruin Reno's life."
Although not adverse to spending more time in the company of a certain red-head, Sephiroth shook his head, knowing that the feeling was more than likely not mutual. �Look, don�t you have some sort of safe house? Do I really need to be under twenty-four hour surveillance?�
In response to that, Reeve simply gave Sephiroth a look that plainly told him "do not argue" and for someone Reeve's size, he could put a lot of meaning into that simple look.
Sephiroth sighed. He wasn�t happy. Reno wasn�t going to be happy either. He leaned back against the walls of the elevator and wondered how much worse the day could get. When the doors opened and a chime sounded the General silently followed Reeve out, lost in thoughts both grim and sombre. Perhaps, he mused, it was possible to flush out his assassin/stalker � perhaps all that was needed was the General himself as bait. Reeve would never go for it, though, and neither would his superiors; what they failed to realize, Sephiroth thought with sudden ire, was that he was far more resilient than other men. What would kill another man would more than likely be just an injury for the General, but while it sounded like a good plan in his head he knew that things �like they almost always did- would probably go wrong if he even attempted such a thing in real life. With another sigh he gave up on scheming and chose instead to dwell on the aspects of the day, miring himself deeper into his bad mood. He drifted after Reeve without paying any attention to the surroundings.
Reeve was silent as he walked to his car, leading Sephiroth. He had a little limp, though he never mentioned how he got it and Sephiroth himself didn't know either. Rumors flew that Reeve was older than he looked, but the Turk always brushed them off with a friendly smile and other comments. Demeanour aside, Reeve was a good Turk and it was hard to disrespect him.
Waiting for them next to the car were Rude and Tseng. A cigarette burned from Rude's mouth and as usual, Tseng looked tight faced and serious. Even though Rude's eyes were covered by sunglasses, Sephiroth got an uneasy feeling from him. Three doors opened at once and the Turks got in, Sephiroth followed suit, his door closing a half second after the resounding sound of the Turk's doors. "Re isn't going to be happy with the idea of Sephiroth in his apartment tonight." Rude muttered in a grating voice.
�Sephiroth isn�t very happy with the idea, either,� the General supplied dryly.
"You'll be alone, Sephiroth." Reeve said sharply. "Do not under any circumstances leave the apartment. Understood?"
�Yes. Perfectly. You won�t mind my asking if you have any leads?�
"It's confidential."
Sephiroth�s lips thinned. It was always confidential with the Turks. Sometimes he thought �confidential� was just a way for them to say they had no fucking clue about what was going on. Oh well, he thought, leaning his head back on the seat and closing his eyes. Things would come to a head sooner or later, and when they did it was bound to be a clusterfuck extraordinaire � it always was. He was just glad that this time, it wasn�t only his ass on the line.
The Turk apartments were high security ShinRa townhouses. Knowing them they all lived on top of each other and liked it just fine. It took going through one guard and two gate houses before Reeve used an entry card to get into the building. Reno lived on the right, and from the name on the door across his hall, he shared this building with Rude. Reeve used a key and pushed Reno's door open.
Sephiroth, standing behind the little entourage, waited until they�d entered to follow suit. Reeve hit the lights and a moment later Sephiroth found himself standing square in the middle of Reno�s abode. A cursory glance revealed that Reno was by no means obsessive compulsive in terms of housekeeping; the kitchen, which could be glimpsed from where he stood, looked a lot like his own trashed apartment had. The living room, to the right of the entrance, had a fireplace set into the back wall. There was a piano, a baby grand, near the fireplace, and the lights overhead gleamed off of the polished cherry surface. It wasn�t hard, Sephiroth thought with amusement, to tell what Reno prized most above all of his possessions. Furniture was strewn artlessly throughout the remainder of the living room �two armchairs, a black leather chaise and what appeared to be a foldout couch. To the left of the entrance was a staircase, leading, the General presumed, to the bedroom and bathroom.

Preliminary examination finished, Sephiroth turned to Reeve. �How long do you estimate I�ll be staying here?�
The Turks ignored him and fanned out, each one scanning Reno's town house in a different area. Tseng edged into the kitchen and his nose crinkled. "I miss Sam sometimes�" He muttered.
Reeve sat down a clarinet and smirked. "Those instruments are perfect, I don't get why he can't clean a kitchen."
Rude snorted from the stairs and then went to the door. "Tonight." He muttered, the other Turks nodded and Rude left the townhouse. Reeve and Tseng nodded at each other and then headed to the door themselves.
"You break any of those instruments and Reno'll kill you. Just so you know." Reeve smiled and nodded his head. "Later, Sephiroth." And like that, they were gone and Sephiroth's question was unanswered.
�Fucking pricks.� Sephiroth snapped just as the door closed. He was so tempted, so very tempted, to grab the clarinet, open the door, and wing it at Reeve�s head. Instead he pivoted on the spot, trying to find something he could actually touch that wasn�t likely to inflame Reno�s temper anymore than possible considering he was going to be overly angry to find the General in his house to begin with. He settled on one of the arm chairs, removing his boots and treading across the carpet before sinking down into it. Alone with his thoughts, he gazed around at his surroundings for a while and a short time later, with nothing else to occupy himself with, Sephiroth gave into his headache�s demand and succumbed to sleep.
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