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Now, Tomorrow, Always	By : LunarPlexus Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Now, Tomorrow, Always~
By: Aerys Krystie and Lunar Plexus.
Plot: Reno and Vincent, what more needs to be said?
Warnings: Yaoi, sexual content, language, slight violence.
Disclaimer: We don't own the boys. God we wish we did.
A/N: Aerys approached me with this, and for some weird reason (under an influence, I believe) I agreed to it.
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"Fuck!"
Popcorn exploded onto the tiled floor as Reno jumped to his feet. He stared at the dead television, wondering what just happened. The blank screen smiled tauntingly at him as he strode across the popcorn minefield.
"Sonofabitch!" Reno shouted as a rather undercooked kernel jabbed his bare foot painfully, quite possibly only adding to his anger.
He turned his attention back to the defiant television, seized the knobs and twiddled violently. How was this possible? The goddamn thing wasn't that old, so this shouldn't be happening. True, he'd kicked it on many occasions, needing to blame something for the shit they show on the air these days...but still, it should work.
"I...do...not...need...this!" Reno shouted, pounding his fist on top of the offending idiot-box. What he hadn't really expected was for it to edge its way off of the unit and land on his already injured foot. With an almighty roar, he stumbled backwards, trying to drag his poor limb out from under it. As a result, the redhead lost his balance and crashed to the popcorn littered floor, temporarily stunned.
Laying on the floor gave Reno an opportunity to take a look at the ceiling light. Not that it usually interested him...but now it was dead. Like the TV.
Throughout this ordeal, Rude had been casually observing from the kitchen door, one eyebrow cocked in amusement. It was entertaining, really, watching Reno's cogs working this hard to figure the situation out. He wasn't stupid, his attention span just wasn't what it should be. Living with Reno was like having a TV turned up very loud in another room...all the time. And the people of Midgar had turned up on the doorstep a couple of times, asking that someone please turn it down.
Rude never bothered to let them know that it wasn't a television.
Suddenly, a light went on over Reno's head, and it wasn't the ceiling light.
"RUDE!" he shouted, "I've figured out what's wrong! The power's gone out!"
Reno turned his head to see if the kitchen light was on, and spotted Rude. Reno couldn't see his face, but he knew what expression Rude would be wearing.
The "Congratulations, Prince Putz" look. A degrading and hurtful, but sometimes appropriate look, reserved for Reno alone. It was a very effective way of making Reno remember his anger.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
But, as usual, Rude was already gone.
* * *
Not finding anything productive to do in a house with no power, Reno decided to go and see how the rest of the city was dealing with this plight. Really, he just wanted to leech off of someone's TV. Self-preservation, and all that. First stop: Cloud's place. He didn't really know anyone else in Midgar these days.
"But so help me, if their power's off...I'll pound down every door in the city." Reno muttered.
There was an orange glow about tonight. It was a warm evening, although not one Reno particularly wanted to be out in. He detested the heat, and high summer didn't help his already volatile temperament. In a fit of frustration over the humidity earlier that day, he'd simply resorted to ripping his shirt sleeves off. T-shirts were not his thing. Although if Reno had looked in the mirror, he might have realised that a mutilated button-up shirt and baggy sweats weren't, either.
Reno had a rather interesting ability to pull certain things off, though, and he knew it.
Midgar was a better place these days. Cleaner and safer. Not by a lot, but a little went a long way in a place like this. It was mostly the attitudes of the people that had changed. They were willing to help eachother out, which nobody is willing to do when they're living in fear. Just simple things. Reno liked being able to ask his neighbours to borrow milk. He never had to, but they had many times before and he was sure that they'd do the same for him if he asked. That was really where the difference lay: people weren't afraid to ask for help.
Cloud and the rest of the bunch weren't living too far from Reno and Rude. Their living conditions were somewhat different, though. Rude had been able to track down a little flat, and Reno had agreed to it straight away. It was big enough for both of them, and the rent was low. Everything they'd needed.
But Cloud's house was...almost ridiculous.
Sure, seven people needed to squeeze into it...but why did they need turrets?!
It was nice, though. Reno had been there a few times. Tifa liked to feed him up whenever he happened to appear. The kids liked him as well; the little girl, Marlene, really liked his hair. Denzel was a weird one, though. He noticed Reno's hair too, but as a result, refused to believe that he wasn't a girl.
Reno hadn't bothered to pursue that, though. He had no doubt it was Cloud's influence.
Hopefully a fancy house like that was blackout-proof.
* * *
"You're late, dinner's ready. Sit down."
Reno blinked. Why did bursting through the door never shock her? Tifa hadn't even come to see who it was, she'd just shouted from the direction of the kitchen.
"Everyone else takes a second to knock, Reno." Tifa said, appearing in the front hall, a laugh in her voice.
Reno scowled. "Does your-"
"And since the power is out everywhere, I knew you'd be round. Eating's the next best thing to you, after all."
Reno noticed the candles on the sideboard next to the door and realised what Tifa was saying. He swore under his breath.
Tifa looked at him, a hint of warning in her eyes. She let it go, though, and gestured towards the dining room.
"Come on, your place is set." She said.
Reno slammed the heavy door behind him, and followed Tifa down the hall. She had a dishtowel draped over her shoulder, and her hair tied back.
Cooking in a hot kitchen in weather like this must be hell, Reno reflected.
The dining room was liike the rest of the house: shiny. Tifa didn't slack off on the housework, and she never let anyone else get away with it, either.
The table was set for only four people, Reno noticed.
"Who's here?" He asked, slumping down into a chair in that special way of his.
"Just me and the kids. Cid's off seeing if he can help get the power back on, Red's with him; Cloud's out at the Orphanage, you know how enthusiastic he is."
Reno snickered at his own private joke. "I'll bet he is."
"...and Vincent's up in the library."
Reno took a moment to remember who Vincent was, before it clicked. He was the one that slinked around, not talking to anyone. The anti-social outcast of the entire city.
Tifa called out to the kids, and they came running. Their feet pounded down the staircase like a herd of behemoths.
"Reno!"
Reno heard his name shouted before an ecstatic Marlene pounced on him, grinning and giggling...and kind of cutting off his air supply.
"Whoa, when did you get so fat?" Reno teased, earning himself a childish punch in the arm.
True to tradition, Marlene started playing with Reno's long red hair. She had a fascination, reserved for Reno alone.
"Hey, it's HER!"
Denzel had squirmed into the chair opposite Reno. He waved, as if Reno may not be able to hear him say hello.
Well, for someone so small, that table must seem a mile across. Reno thought.
"Soup, Reno?"
Tifa had finally sat down. She lifted a heavy silver ladle and smiled cheerily.
"I was lucky tonight. I made the rolls earlier today, and finished the lamb before the power cut out."
"And you pulled the soup out of where, exactly?" Reno asked over Marlene's head.
"Oh, I made that yesterday. Soup is always better when it's a day old." Tifa ladled the day-old soup into Reno's bowl. He wrinkled his nose.
Marlene scrambled out of his lap and took her place next to him.
"Reno, our TV and lights aren't working! Are yours?" She enquired.
Reno remembered the popcorn.
"Oh yeah, even my popcorn machine." He replied.
Dinner soothed Reno's feeling a little. The TV incident was traumatic enough without adding bad food to the equation. And Tifa was right about the soup.
Would it work with a burger?
After Tifa gathered up the dishes, she told the kids it was time for bed. Denzel pointed at Reno.
"Why doesn't she have to go to bed?" He asked.
"Ok, that little punk needs some sleep, he sounds cranky." Reno replied loudly. He hadn't yet mastered the ability to avoid arguments with children.
Tifa gave Reno another one of those looks that was reserved for him. This was the "Grow Up" look.
"Reno, will be leaving soon. Say goodnight, you two,"
Denzel stood still, but Marlene threw her tiny frame into Reno's arms.
"Can I have a goodnight hug, Reno?" She asked.
"You can have a goodnight hug, and a goodnight kiss." Reno replied, planting a dainty smooch on Marlene's smooth cheek. She giggled.
"That's enough," Said Tifa. "Reno has to go home to bed too, you know."
"No, he needs to go to the pub." Reno muttered. Tifa heard, and shot him an exasperated look.
Denzel deigned to wave at Reno again before chasing Marlene upstairs.
"So," Tifa began. " getting plastered is the third best thing now?"
Reno nodded primly. "And getting laid."
Tifa put one hand over her face and sighed, "Reno..."
"Actually," Reno went on. "Getting laid is fighting for position number two, now that I've eaten."
"Go, go." Tifa said, waving a hand at him.
Reno chuckled and stood up to go. He didn't thank her for dinner, but he patted her on the shoulder as he left, which was really the same thing.
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End Chapter I.
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