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Who Watches the Watchmen	By : AngelicPhantom Category: Final Fantasy Anime > Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children Views: 917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm sorry... I know I fucked up, but I didn't mean to... I tried so hard to do what you wanted... I'm so sorry for failing you... Why do I always have to screw everything up? Fuck I'm worthless...
Reno lay slumped against the wall struggling to breathe through the stabbing pains of his broken ribs. Unsure if he was alone and thus able to find a rag a start cleaning up the splashes of blood surrounding him, the redhead attempted to raise himself up onto his elbows. This was a big mistake. The slight movement Reno was able to make set off a massive bolt of pain through his body and dragged a broken groan from his torn throat.
It had seemed to the almost comatose man that this was pretty much as bad as things could get, but on reflection he was puzzled as to why he had thought this at all. Things could, and would, always get worse for him. It was what he deserved after all... Wasn't it? As the moan of pain echoed in the silent room Reno caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. All he managed to see before he was slammed back into unconsciousness was a foot adorned with a solid steel toed boot heading straight for his face.

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Worried voices filled the air until it seemed like the whole world was full of incomprehensible sound. Mingled in with the low yet purposeful muttering were the sounds of buzzing and beeping machines. The surface he was lying on vibrated with an irregular rhythm suggesting a vehicle and only after placing this sound was he able to distinguish the overriding howl of an ambulance siren defining the background buzz.
Forcing himself against his better judgement Reno cracked his eyes open a tiny slit and tried to make full sense of what was going on. Right in front of his face, scrutinizing his every twitch was the most beautiful pair of brown eyes he had ever seen. Forgetting he was trying to scope out his situation, Reno's eyes widened and he stared dazedly at the person in front of him. The face containing the eyes withdrew slightly and an urgent gesture drew a medic to their side.
Melodic and deep a voice intoned, 'He's awake at least but doesn't seem alert. Run your tests now Mr Wallace before he passes out again. I don't think he will stay conscious for long.'
The deep brown eyes drew back further and were replaced in Reno's view by a gigantic blur of brown skin and white paramedics uniform. Reno moved his gaze to the shaking ceiling of the ambulance he figured he was in and tried to regulate his breath while the paramedic took his blood pressure and gently palpitated various parts of his anatomy checking for internal injuries. When the man's hands pressed against his left ribcage however Reno let out a choked scream and passed out, falling back into darkness for a long time.
Tseng tried not to let his emotions show on his smooth tanned face but when Reno cried out and lost consciousness again it was all he could do to refrain from punching something. Instead of releasing his boiling temper the second in command of the Turks snapped an order at the driver to hurry the fuck up and get to the hospital before he threw him out of the car and took over himself. Just because he did not break things the way Rude had done when he saw Reno's condition did not mean he wasn't feeling just as much rage over the man's condition.
The ambulance hurtled down the narrow streets of Midgar and screeched to a halt at the entrance to the ShinRa Private Hospital. There was a medical centre in the Turk headquarters in ShinRa Corp buildings, but as Reno was found on Turk premises in his current condition, Tseng was not about to permit his next in command anywhere he might be still at risk. So Reno was whisked past the usual interminable queues and taken straight to a quiet, private room on the fourth floor to await a doctor.
Even though the paramedics were very, very quick and efficient at rushing Reno to his room, Tseng was by the side of the stretcher for every inch of the journey. Now, sitting at the side of the bed, the Wutaiin Turk stared blankly at the paler than ever, motionless body of his favorite (don't tell anyone!) Turk and brooded on what the hell could have happened to Reno to result in this.

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5 Hours Earlier.
The clouds that so often smothered the Plate due to the mako reactors drifted so low they were almost at head height. Reno sniggered as he looked out of the window at the poor saps who had to scurry through the mist that hung below the clouds. Dragging his gaze back into the building where he worked, Reno swore almost under his breath when his eyes settled on the stack of notes he had to magically turn into a report before tomorrow morning. Halfheartedly he brushed a page of sloppily written notes to the middle of his desk and then proceeded to scatter everything all over the floor jumping for his vibrating phone.
After a brief period where man and desk fought for supremacy Reno managed to locate his phone and answer the angry sounding tone. Hanging half over the back of his desk surrounded in crumpled paper he gasped out, 'Yo Reno here, 'sup?'
The curt yet bland voice on the other end nearly made Reno swallow his tongue (upside down I might add, quite a feat) and he yanked himself back into his seat while trying to sound somewhat professional. 'Sorry Sir, just having some trouble with my phone reception. Where do you need me?'
Tseng walked past Reno's bomb-site of a cubicle at this point and was amused to see the look of sheepishness mixed with 'oh crap I've been caught' on his subordinate's face. He left before he could see the panic and terror that followed the more innocent expressions as Reno was ordered peremptorily to appear in the basement training room within five minutes.
Murmuring an affirmative noise into the receiver Reno hung up his phone and spent two of his five minutes sitting limply in his chair staring at nothing. He had been ordered more than once to report for discipline under any number of superior Turks, but he dreaded the sessions in the basement. These sessions were always under one specific boss and he was never able to leave without finding a Cure Materia from somewhere to help him walk again. Silently he cursed himself for not handing in his (actually finished) report on time this morning. Well, he had only himself to blame for this one.
In four minutes and thirty seconds Reno was standing at the door of the lowest training room. He bit his lip in chagrin at being stupid enough to end up here again over a stupid fucking report. Gaining control of himself he stepped smoothly forward and strolled through the door as if he wasn't about to get the total shit beaten out of him.
Standing in the shadows of the small, concrete-brick room was a hulking figure shrouded in shadow and an aura of menace. As Reno walked to stand in the centre of the room, the semi-concealed man circled round behind him and slammed the door closed. Even with the stoic self-control taught in the Turk indoctrination the redhead couldn't suppress a slight flinch as his only avenue of escape was cut off.
Veld glared malevolently at his subordinate and took cruel pleasure in the fear he could feel radiating off of Reno. He viciously punished any Turk who was so much as thirty seconds late with a report but he could not express the pleasure it gave him to hear the pained grunts and hisses that Reno in particular voiced during the 'disciplinary' sessions. Silently he continued to circle Reno until he was directly behind the tall man and there he stood motionless until Reno began to tremble slightly in apprehension. As soon as Reno let a shiver run through his form, Veld lunged forward and locked his solid arm around the other man's throat while bulling him forward until he was crushed against the opposite wall.
Reno had begun to wonder if his boss had evaporated behind him and shivered at the thought when he felt his air choked off and found himself smashed against the cinderblock wall. He couldn't help giving a convulsive twist, instinctively trying to free himself but cursed his instincts when Veld sent a thundering left hook into the bottom of his ribcage driving any remaining air right out of him. Helpless against the Director's brute strength Reno settled for trying to get a gasp of air back into his lungs.
Totally enraged by the small show of resistance from his inferior agent Veld lost any sense he had left of rules and correctional regulations. He had always reveled in the feeling of breaking the fiery redhead, but this time he would teach the cocky shit who was in charge. He grabbed the wrist of the arm around Reno's neck in his other hand and slowly exerted backwards pressure until Reno was lifted up onto his toes and all his weight hung from his neck. He kept this excruciating position until he felt Reno go limp and with all his strength flung his body at the opposite wall.
Reno didn't even feel himself hit the wall, he was too disoriented and oxygen-deprived to do more than lie there and suck in rasping breaths. He did however notice his arm fracture in more than one place as he landed on it when he hit the floor. The grinding of his bones forced a scream from his squeezed windpipe but he bit his lip to stop anything further from escaping his lips. He knew from experience that Veld only got worse if he made a sound.
What Reno didn't know was that Veld had already tipped over the delicate line between his usual mindset and madness. The scream Reno had let out only served to inflame him further. A feral smile curling the corner of his mouth Veld stalked slowly across the room enjoying every agonized gasp as Reno sucked in air.
Reno's time of relative reprieve was cut off when he felt rather than saw Veld's fist swing down and into his unprotected stomach. He tried to curl up at the explosion of pain in his midsection, but the dark haired man rained down heavy punch after heavy punch until he could hardly lift his arm. Reno stared blankly at at his boss's contorted face while trying not to pass out, two tears of pure pain slowly running down his face.
Tears. Now that was something Veld had not been able to elicit from the redhead in any previous correctional session. Seeing the look of total torment on Reno's face made something rise up inside of him until his mind was full of a red haze. Placing one heavy, plate-size hand in the centre of Reno's chest to hold him still Veld looked down with hooded eyes.
It wasn't until his boss had ripped off his tie and begun to unbutton his shirt that Reno realized things were so much more wrong than he had imagined. As Veld stripped off his shirt one handedly and then went to work on Reno's, the redhead snapped. Swiping Veld's hand away he attempted to scuttle towards the distant door, but was stopped by both a searing pain in his chest and a vice-like grip on his slender ankle.
Completely enraged by the insubordination Reno was showing Veld snatched his ankle and yanked hard. Grinning evilly as Reno crashed down on his already abused chest the Director quickly crawled over on top of the redhead, now holding him down with the full strength of his own body.
Dispensing with any formalities like keeping clothes intact on removal Veld tore Reno's work pants at the seams and ripped his own down around his ankles. Not bothering with any prep, Veld placed a hand in the small of Reno's back to hold him down and brutally shoved his already straining erection into Reno. The torture of the redhead so far had served to arouse him massively, but the shriek Reno let out upon being entered pushed him over the edge of lust.
Pulling out, almost to the tip of his thick cock, Veld slammed back into Reno's body balls deep. Starting a savagely hard and fast pace, Veld had Reno letting out uncontrolled screams of pain at ever thrust. Feeling himself getting very close, Veld reached under Reno with one calloused hand and began to mercilessly pump his semi-hard cock. Letting out a guttural chuckle at the fact that his rough treatment had Reno unwillingly aroused, Veld made sure that his last few strokes slammed into the other man's prostate. This coupled with the hand on Reno's weeping cock made him come within a few painful seconds.
Once Reno tightened around him Veld ensured that he drove in as deep as possible before letting go and shooting his seed deep inside Reno's shaking body. Pulling out immediately, he began to nonchalantly put his suit back together, making sure he left no evidence on himself of todays little 'session'. Feeling slightly winded after the intensity of his time with Reno, Veld leant casually on the wall by the door and watched with sick pleasure as Reno convulsed on the floor.

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'WHAT!?!' Tseng's roar echoed through the mostly empty corridors of Level Four and the doctor in front of him cringed in the face of the intimidating Turk's wrath. Tseng had spent a whole hour twiddling his thumbs (or the stoic Wutaiin equivalent) and had now just been informed of the test results put in by the paramedics.
Lowering his voice down to a dangerous growl Tseng stared at the doctor and gritted out, 'Please repeat that doctor, I'm not sure if I heard you right. What did you say has happened to one of my best Turks?'
Trembling so much he was almost vibrating on the spot the doctor held out a quivering sheet of paper. 'He was, well I mean, someone nearly beat him to death Sir. This appears to have happened over the course of at least three hours, and at the hands of a trained soldier. No one else could have caused so much damage to a fully trained Turk Sir.'
Sucking in a deep breath Tseng tried to calm himself down. Knowing that Reno was very seriously injured was bad enough, but adding to this the fact that he was a few inches from death made Tseng want to spill some blood. He had never admitted it to anyone, least of all the cocky redhead himself, but Tseng was repressing feelings for Reno that went deeper than the respect of a superior agent to his subordinate. Tseng didn't even want to think right now about the fact that no one but a Turk could have done this to Reno inside the confines of headquarters.
Swearing sharply in Wutaiin Tseng turned his back on the doctor and stormed back to Reno's room. The redhead had been out cold for more than an hour now, but Tseng planned to be there asking questions as soon as he woke up. Slumping in the uncomfortable chair by the hospital cot Tseng swore again and settled down to wait.

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