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The Reaper	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Warnings: Incredibly short filler chapter, and Reno being his usual foul-mouthed self.

Interlude – A New Invitation

Reno didn't particularly give a fuck that anyone wanted to talk to him. He was also less than impressed by their knowledge of his names. He wasn't particularly pleased that they were standing outside his home, but that didn't stop him from flipping them off, walking inside, and slamming the door in their faces, either. The corner of "Sunglass-Guy's" mouth twitched, the only indication that he might be amused by the situation. The other Turk sighed. 'This is going to be a long day…'
Reno wasn't really surprised to hear a knock on the door a moment later. They were Turks after all, and not likely to give up that easily. He was, admittedly, a little surprised that they didn't just walk in when he ignored the knock, and he smirked, picturing them standing out there trading confused looks, wondering what to do now. The knock came again, and he chuckled, passing by the Lab and sealing the door without pausing to glance inside.
Wandering into the kitchen, he rolled his eyes at the third knock, wondering if they were really going to stand out there all day.

Tseng sighed again, glancing over at Rude. The bald man shrugged slightly, and Tseng nodded, turning and opening the door.
The interior of the building was what Tseng would have expected from a well-built house on the Upper Plate: comfortably furnished, spacious rooms, warm earth tones and murals adorning the walls. He followed the sounds of clinking glasses, noticing an airsealed door to his right as he moved further into the building. The keypad to the left of the door was streaked with blood. He made a mental note to investigate it some day, and continued on, quickly finding himself in a kitchen.
Rude followed a few steps behind, taking more time to observe the rooms and take mental notes. The walls were painted in mostly browns and deep reds, and the furniture appeared to be made of dark cherry wood. Reno clearly hadn't spared expenses when putting his home together. The walls that had murals on them had clearly been painted by the same person, and Rude suspected that Reno's genius in business extended to genius in other areas as well. The music last night had been proof enough of that, really. Rude was a little surprised to see the blood-smeared keypad. All other traces of blood on the floor had been cleaned away; he couldn't come up with a good reason why Reno wouldn't clean the pad as well. Inspecting it a little more closely, Rude decided that it wouldn't be possible to figure out the code from the blood smears; all of the numbers were coated, as though Reno had wiped his hand across them.
Shrugging, knowing that Tseng would come up with some high-tech device to crack the code, Rude continued on, stepping into the kitchen to find Tseng and Reno in an impromptu staring match.

Reno could tell that Dot-Head wasn't impressed by the bottle of gin in his hands, and he snickered internally. 'Guy's probably some kind of tight-assed prude, bet he never drinks… Sure as hell not before breakfast.'
Tseng, for his part, wondered if Reno was drinking because of recent events, or if he always drank this early in the day. 'Perfect… I'm probably trying to recruit an alcoholic.'
Rude pulled the bottle from Reno's hand, effectively destroying the staring match, pissing Reno off, and reminding Tseng that he was here on business, all in one go.
"What the fuck, yo?!" Reno was practically spluttering. He had been so focused on silently mocking Dot-Head that he hadn't even noticed Sunglass-Guy walk in, and nobody had ever snatched a bottle out of his hand like that before. Was this guy suicidal?
Rude shrugged, setting the bottle down on the counter and indicating the glass in Reno's hand as though to say, 'Hey, at least I left you that.' Reno wasn't mollified in the least, and glared at Rude even as he tossed back the contents of the glass. Tseng cleared his throat, hoping to interrupt the brewing conflict before Reno had the chance to hurl the glass at Rude's head, and spoke.
"As I said, we would like to speak with you."
Reno rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore Rude, and slouched against the pantry behind him. "So, what's your point? Talk, talk away. Gonna sit here and bitch about me getting rid of some of the Slum's finest dirtbags?"
Tseng ignored his petulant outburst, and pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "I have a proposition for you."
"I don't sleep with people for money, sorry."
Tseng stared. Reno blinked back at him. Rude made a good impression of a silent, unbreathing statue in the background. Tseng glanced down at the envelope, processed what Reno had just said, and elected to ignore him again. "As I was saying, I have a proposition for you. An invitation, of sorts."
Reno tensed visibly, an action not lost on either Turk, and narrowed his eyes, glancing briefly at the envelope before giving Tseng a hard look. "You have two minutes to talk and get the fuck out. I'd suggest using those two minutes to apologize for having the balls to hand me an invite in a fucking envelope. Does is have an R stamped on the front too?" He had rocked forward, balancing on the balls of his feet, and there was no doubt in Tseng's mind that he was serious about the two minute deadline. He continued on anyway, appearing unperturbed by Reno's behavior.
"The Turks are always looking for new members to fill the ranks. Some people join by choice, some are forced in by circumstance, others are recruited. Age and experience usually determine whether a new member goes through the regular period of training or is initiated as a full member immediately. We have never had someone from below the Plate go through the usual training regime, which would make you the first."
Reno eyed Tseng warily as he gave a brief overview of Turk training, pay, and benefits. A little less than a minute had passed when he paused, and Reno jumped in. "I don't need your pay or benefits. I sure as shit don't need to spend a couple of years taking classes. What the hell makes you think you have anything to offer that would make me join you?"
Tseng observed him calmly, well aware that his time period was almost up. He considered his words carefully, studying Reno to see what effect they would have before speaking. "We can offer you a home."
Reno didn't say anything to that, regarding Tseng with a cold gaze, and Tseng decided that it was time to leave. He only had a handful of seconds remaining anyway. "You have until noon the day after tomorrow to report in. If you haven't reported at that time, this opportunity is closed to you forever. I will not bother making the offer again. The envelope contains a pass to the Upper Plate, and instructions on where to go." He left the envelope on the small table, resting up against Reno's empty glass, and left, Rude following closely behind. Reno stared down at the envelope, hardly noticing when the door closed behind the two Turks. The envelope had a T printed on the front.

A/N: Ok, so this wasn't the chapter I was planning on it being, and I apologize. The next chapter will start out with his "response" to Tseng's invitation (poor Reno, Tseng doesn't even know that that's the same format the invite to the Bloodletting came in…), and we'll finally get Reno above the Plate, and into some sunshine for the first time in his life (hope he's got sunblock, lol).
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