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Now, Tomorrow, Always	By : LunarPlexus Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Now. Tomorrow, Always~
By: Aerys Krystie and Lunar Plexus.
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The heat wave was still continuing. Reno had actually opened his bedroom window tonight, and he lay stretched out naked on his bed, covers forgotten.
The breeze was warm, too, but at least the air in the room was moving.
Reno was having problems sleeping tonight. He was bothered by the events of the day. It wasn't right that in these circumstances, Vincent should forgive him so easily. The thought struck Reno that perhaps Vincent hadn't actually been too upset about what happened. That would make sense, given how closed off he was. He mightn't have even remembered it, because it hadn't been worth his time.
Reno rolled onto his stomach, perplexed. Vincent's character was something he found very confusing. Reno was an open person, he let his feelings show, and he articulated most of the things that came into his head. Therefore, he couldn't understand how someone could survive being the way Vincent was. How did someone keep things inside that way? Unless there really was nothing there.
There had to be something. A person couldn't just be empty. Everyone in Cloud's house held Vincent in such high esteem, and you can't feel that way about a blank page.
Tseng had been very similar. Quiet, broody, no expression. But he and Elena had been very close, close the way Reno and Rude were. Reno had noticed that when they worked together. The two were living together as well, in Wutai. Tseng had gone back to his roots, and Elena was close enough to the man for him to want to include her.
Yes, Reno had met a bit of Vincent in Tseng, but Elena served as his sort of saving grace. Who did Vincent have?
Reno remembered Marlene comparing his hair to Vincent's at one point. She'd said that Vincent's was easier to comb. Vincent didn't seem like someone who'd let a child anywhere near him, yet Marlene obviously loved him. Vincent must have some affection for her if he let her touch his hair. Reno felt slightly hurt...he'd thought it was only his hair that Marlene loved.
Reno wondered how these people had found their way into Vincent's affection. It may have been just the length of association, it must take time to get Vincent to speak more than two words to you.
And the claw. Reno wondered how Vincent had gotten it. He knew Vincent had been part of Cloud's little do-gooder posse. He had to have been in a lot of battles. But Reno didn't understand how it could have just been Vincent who got that injured. Unless it had happened before the whole "Sephiroth-going-insane-for-his-mommy" escapade.
Reno wanted to see Vincent. He was still feeling strange about the rejection. And not just because of the ego. It struck him as a little sad that Vincent had to be a part of the pub disaster.
Reno thought back to the incident at the pub. He tried to remember through the veil of shame and, well, booze. Why had he approached Vincent?
Reno was discerning in that way, when he was on the prowl if he didn't find someone that interested him, he simply went without. It wasn't the end of the world.
There was something interesting about Vincent. Someone who reveals nothing is always inviting curiosity, and Vincent really was the least revealing person there was. But Reno hadn't know that when he'd approached him.
Sure, he'd found Vincent attractive at the pub, and today, in a way, he was still an attractive person. Reno was a little curious as to why Vincent had been wearing a cape in this weather. Even if it was winter, it still seemed like the kind of attire someone would go for if they weren't concerned about how they looked to other people.
Reno's mind was dragged back to Vincent's claw.
Maybe Vincent didn't want anyone to look at him.
Maybe that was one of the reasons why Reno wanted to look at him.
* * *
1 am.
Rude stretched his legs out in front of him. They needed new furniture. The kitchen table was unstable and the chairs were going to give way any day now. Funds were low, though. Reno didn't earn much. He was usually taken on to move things or load things...physical labour that didn't take too much skill. Reno had undergone the same training with the Turks as Rude, but he didn't employ those skills for the purpose of actual employment. The redhead was as skilled as Rude. He knew how to observe, and he was a formidable opponent. Those particular skills helped a lot when you were living in Midgar. Bandits and transients of all kinds had settled in around Edge, scrounging and sometimes becoming violent towards travellers. The skills an ex-Turk posessed were valuable when one wanted to hire some "muscle". Reno just didn't want to do that, though.
Which meant Rude was the "Bacon Bringer".
1:05 am.
Rude often sat up in the kitchen late. Watching the clock. Cup of coffee. Rickety chair.
It was a good place to think. And worry.
Rude was Reno's rock, and he knew it. He was stable, and Reno needed that. Rude didn't like Reno having to worry, so he saved the affairs of the house for the night time. The money situation was something he didn't want Reno to worry about, but it was getting worse.
Tifa had said that they were welcome to live with her and the others. The house was big enough, and Tifa liked the idea of everyone being together. The idea hadn't particularly appealed to Rude. There was nothing wrong with the house or the inhabitants, but Rude didn't want to live off of them. He was independent, and proud. He didn't want to bailed out.
It could have been good, though. Rude had spent some time around there when Tifa had demanded he eat. She'd actually shown up once or twice, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out the door. The children were sweet, and that Red character was interesting. Vincent never appeared, really. Not while Rude was there, anyway. Cloud was virtually never there. A good thing, in Rude's opinion.
And Tifa herself. She would be Rude's first reason for moving in, if he were to do it. She was calm, capable, and still had a wicked, devilish streak in her. Rude had seen the way she was with Reno, and he loved it. There was someone else out there who knew how to handle him, and that could only be a good thing. Tifa was smart, too. And beautiful.
Rude shook his head and took a sip of cold coffee. That kind of thinking wasn't going to get him anywhere.
1:25 am
Rude reached into his pocket and drew out a small notebook. Leaning forward to lean on the table, he opened it up and set about sorting out the money problems.
* * *
Reno woke up knowing exactly what he was going do today.
He was heading round to Cloud's.
It wasn't right that Vincent should be able to disregard him like that. Reno should have the last hurrah here. Vincent was a challenge. Reno liked that, and he had his pluckiness back, so he was confident. He always did enjoy a good challenge.
Reno headed towards the bathroom, shouting a good-morning to Rude.
In the kitchen, Rude put the good mood down to having scored.
Reno always took long showers, but this morning was even longer, as he took care to make completely sure that everything was pretty and smelling nice.
Reno's wardrobe wasn't particularly well-stocked, but what he did have looked good on him. He dressed according to his own tastes in others. Tight black jeans, clinging button up shirt, the first few buttons undone.
Reno chirruped a goodbye to Rude as he practically pranced out the door.
Rude called after Reno:
"Have fun."
To himself: "No tazer jokes this time."
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End Chapter VII.
Thanks to Namantos, Santiana and Pederz for reviewing Chapter 6.
Pssst! Pederz! We're sorry. Hope this makes up for it...and we're sorry to hear about your cake problems :)
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