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Red and White Drabbles	By : MissMally Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 624 -:- 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
- 1-Red and White Drabbles
- 2-Drabble 2: Alcohol
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Disclaimer: The usual. No
owning-ness of chars/places etc here.
Yaoi content implied
(male/male love for those who don�t know). A short collection of 50stories from
the livejournal community of the same name. Ratings change with each chapter
but will be placed as M just to be sure.

Drabble 1 of 50: Accident

Grinning broadly as I leant
back against the wall, I waited patiently to hear the chime of the elevator to
warn me of its arrival. Rude and I had been wasting the day away with a game of
cat and mouse through the entirety of the ShinRa building. I was puffing
slightly and had earnt myself a sideways glance or two from the ShinRa
employees, but I was enjoying it like nothing else and it was much better than
what we should have been doing.
It all started when I locked
the big, bald oaf out of the elevator this morning, which was highly amusing I
might add, so he decided to switch the power off while I was half way up the
building inside the couped up space. Using my well-honed Turk skills, I
managed to scramble out and find my way onto a random floor full of busy
looking people who barely acknowledged my presence. So, rather than dealing
with a mega pissed off Rude, I decided to sit and enjoy a well-deserved
cigarette as I draped myself over an empty desk. Well our game started quickly
after that as the shuttle powered back up again and allowed me to observe where
Rude was searching by watching the numbers light up.
It had been three hours of
this game and I was exhausted from running up flights of stairs (too afraid to
use the elevator for fear that he was trying to trick me and was actually
hiding on the roof or something) so I decided that it was do or die and I would
get at least one shot in before he throttled me to death with his oversized,
bear-like paws. So I waited on our office level, magrod in hand, pressed
closely to the wall with all the stealth I could muster. I knew that he had the
same attention span as I did and would soon be retiring to his office to
actually do some work before heading home once more.
Hearing the �ding� that
signalled the arrival of my prey, I held my breath and listened to the heavy
thud of boots making their way towards my hiding position. Timing it perfectly,
I spun around and swung the magrod in an arc, putting as much force as I could
into the offensive movement, and collided heavily into the victim�s head.
My heart stopped and my
stomach curled upon itself when I noticed who exactly I had hit. I
should�ve known with my luck and the heavily placed feet that it would not be
who I intended it to be. The white blur dropped to the ground gracelessly with
a thud.
Fuck!
Glancing over my shoulders
to make sure that noone was around to see that I had inflicted the giant welt
to my boss�s head, I knelt down and grabbed him under the shoulders and dragged
him to my personal office as it was the closest and most secure place I could
think of in such a state of shock. By the gods, he was heavy. Who would�ve
thought that such a small looking kid could weigh so much.
Once safely inside the
office, I quickly shut the door and searched the room for an appropriate spot
to hide the unconcious body and thought of a strategy to fix this pickle I had
found myself in. Under the desk! Perfect! You are such a genius Reno.
As if on cue, just when I had
shoved the limp body under the dark pine desk and had fallen into the seat in
exhaustion, my bald partner opened the door, with more force than necessary,
and stood in the doorway looking a little worse for wear.
�That was immature,� his
gruff voice seemed to come from nowhere. I swear on my sex life that his mouth
didn�t move! Fuckin magician.
I flicked some stray red
bangs out of my eyes and smiled lopsidedly, hoping like all fuck that he
wouldn�t come closer and chance seeing what I had done to the vice president,
�My bad. I�ll never do it again, promise.�
The only sign he showed that
he had heard, was the small twitch on the corner of his mouth. Whether it was a
hidden smile, or smothered anger, I wasn�t sure but after staring at me for a
few tense moments he turned and left. He�ll forget soon enough.
Now, safely alone with my
problem, I pushed the seat back from the desk and looked at the crumpled form
which looked more like a discarded doll than the orderly VP I usually dealt
with. So vulnerable. What was I going to do with it?
I pulled a cigarette from my
shirt pocket and fumbled for a lighter before inhaling the soothing nicotine as
I continued to stare at his porcelian skin. I sat like that for a fair while,
chain-smoking, touching his face gently, smoothing the wrinkles and
imperfections on his coat and thinking of how I was going to make him think
that I had nothing to do with the gigantic, purple lump on his forehead.
�Mmmh�� his body seemed to
come alive slowly, tiny grunts escaping his mouth as he tried to shake the
darkness forced over him by my clumsy actions.
Already prepared, I pulled
his coat sleeve up with little resistence and injected a tranquilizer into his
artery, veins throbbing from the excessive mako already in his bloodstream. He tensed
a little as it coursed through his body and I stroked the underside of his arm
to soothe him back to slumber.
One of his eyes creaked open
and peered at me through heavy lashes, a ghost whisper of my name slipping
though his lips before he had fallen back into his dreamless, drug enduced
coma.
I brought my fingers up to
his face, slipping a thumb over his lips before gliding it over his cheek. I
had never seen Rufus so calm. As corny as it sounded, he had the body of an
angel and the temper of a demon.
Having him alone like this
brought out my own inner demons; The ones I preferred noone else to know about
for fear of my job slash life. Back when I was first employed by ShinRa, I had
caught myself staring into those blue depths on many occasions. How I lusted to
have that body pressed beneath me, calling out my name with flushed cheeks in a
state of utter ectasy. To have all that power writhing beneath me and in the
form of such a perfect being.
Snap out of it, Reno! You�re
in enough trouble as it is. Don�t go inviting that particular member into this
situation.
I withdrew my hand faster
than a chocobo on greens and lit up another cigarette to get my mind back on
the task at hand.
And, just like that, the idea
sprung into my mind. Like it was obvious the whole time.
Simply genius.

ooOOOOoo

�Mmnngh.�
Did that just come out of my
mouth? Ugh. My head was killing me, almost like I had run head first into
on-coming traffic.
Painfully opening my eyes to
the dull lights about my desk, I blink a few times and sit up stiffly. My face
was damp from the upturned bottle of whisky in my hand, my coat in utter
disarray.
What the hell had I been up
to?
I released my grip from the
bottle neck and swipe clumsily at the blonde hair obscuring my vision. A sharp
pain shots through my brain as I knock what feels like a gigantic growth on my
forehead.
How much exactly had I
drunk?!
My legs seemed to be like
jello beneath me as I stood up lazily to peer into the reflective windows
behind my desk.
�What in Odin�s name�.�
My hair was an absolute
mess, my eyes were bloodshot � pupils dilated, a digustingly large welt
on my head the size of the Golden Saucer�and the most disturbing thing�
Lovebites.
Then it came back to me. I
was in the elevator, on my way to pick up some paperwork. Then, nothing. But I
remember seeing Reno�s goofy face staring down at me, too close for comfort and
reeking of cigarette smoke.
I stumble back to my desk
and hit the button on my intercom, practically barking into the small piece of
machinery, �Send for Reno. I want him here immediately.�
ooOOOOoo

A/N: I apologise for
spelling mistakes, my spell check was deleted and I wrote this rather late at
night. All reviews accepted, please let me know what you think. These drabbles
will help relieve my apparent mental block so that I can further work on �Tears
of Blood� and �All in Vain�, lets hope it works, ne? Next Drabble theme:
Alcohol.
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