Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Gomen Nasai ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Life can be similar to the weather. One minute it's nothing but clear blue skies, the next it could be a thunder storm. Or even worse it could be a hurricane. Life's never simple. It never goes the way you want it to. There's one slight difference between the two though. You can't change the weather.

"You know, there's nothing more pleasing than scaring the fuck out of Coreno." Reno waved in the direction the said man was sat. A look of terror crossed Coreno's face before he turned away. Reno burst out laughing.

"You wanna stop doing that Re? I already get enough shit off him 'coz of you." Said the man next to the Turk.

Reno patted the other man roughly on the shoulder a few times.

"What's up Lorne? My bro scared of the fat bastard?" He asked mockingly

Lorne downed the full glass of rum he had in his glass and slammed it back down on the bar top.

"No Reno I'm not. I just kinda need this job ok?"

Reno looked over his older brother for a few seconds.

"Alright. I'll stop the shit scaring." Reno looked over at Coreno's crowd again. He took a leisurely drink of his brandy, before nodding his head towards one of men sat near Coreno. "Can I pick on Kotch instead?"

"Sure, pick on Kotch all you want. No one likes the bastard anyway." Both of them laughed.

Lorne was probably a few inches taller than Reno. He had the same blood red hair, but Lorne's was a lot shorter and slightly spiky on the top. He was two years older than his brother, making him twenty-one.

"So where's you know who?" Lorne asked, running a hand through his hair.

Reno knew exactly who 'you know who' was, but he decided to play dumb.

"Who Rude?" He smirked.

Lorne gave his brother a knowing look.

"I know you know who I mean Re, stop playing dumb." He told Reno in a sing song voice.

"I was gonna bring him, but his old man wanted to talk to him."

"God Re. One of the only long term relationships you've ever had and I've never seen the guy. I mean, I've knew more about the hookers you used to get." He laughed lightly.

"Used to being the key word in that sentence." Reno mumbled. "Anyway what's to know about him. I'd say you know him pretty well anyway."

"I only know what Shinra wants people to know about him. I don't know him as a person Re." Lorne grabbed the jacket he had placed on the barstool next to him and stood up. Reno quickly finished his drink and followed.

They'd been in a bar in the Sector Three slums that night. Sector Three was one of the better areas underneath the plate. Most the people that lived there worked for the Don, simply because there nothing else to do. Sector Three was home to a place called the Satina.

To put it simply, the Satina was a tasteful whorehouse, though whorehouses can't really be called tasteful as such. It was one of the better places under the plate. The first business Coreno ever opened. The only one he had so far, but that was going to change soon enough. When Sector Six was complete, which would be in the next six months or so, Coreno was to open another brothel. The Honey Bee Inn, exclusively for the people 'above' the pizza. He was leaving the Satina in the hands of a man called Dacian. Coreno was leaving Sector Three altogether.

Word was going around Sector three, that Coreno was becoming an Informant for Shinra. It was true, but it was just one of the many rumours floating around so no one quite believed it as of yet. Reno couldn't see why they wanted an incompetent prick like Coreno to be an informant, but of course Reno had no say in the matter.

"So how long you been seeing him anyway?" Lorne asked as the two men walked through slums towards Lorne's apartment.

"I dunno....... A year maybe, lost count ages ago." Reno muttered. Lorne just laughed.

"You don't have to act like an hard nut round me ya know?" He gave his brother another knowing look.

"A year and a bit." The younger redhead muttered. "Look I don't wanna talk about it."

Lorne walked in front of his younger brother to make him stop walking. He put his hands on Reno's shoulders.

"What's up Re?" Lorne asked questioningly.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Reno pushed Lorne's hands off him and started walking again. "And I can't talk about it. It's not my business to talk about."

"Re, if it's bothering you of course it's your business." Lorne stated as a matter of factually.

Reno sighed. Why was Lorne always right? He stopped walking and turned back around to see his brother stood where he left him.

"I'd still rather not talk about it, it's not my story to tell." The Turk admitted.

"So it's about Rufus then?" Lorne asked, jogging up to meet the pace of the other man.

"God damn it Lor. I'm not telling you man." Reno snapped a little.

"C'mon just tell me. Who am I gonna tell really? C'mon man, I respect your privacy, but I'm just looking out for ya."

Reno went quiet for a while. The two men carried on walking, Lorne knew better than to break this kind of silence.

"His old man beats him up." Reno said quietly. "And he doesn't do anything about it, because he doesn't know any better. His old man has always done that to him. And I hate leaving him with the bastard, but he told me he'd be ok, but I'm not so sure."

"What are you doing here with me if you're so worried about it?" Lorne asked.

Reno ran a hand through his hair.

"He basically told me to fuck off, because I told him I was meeting you for a drink and he told me that he shouldn't come between that."

"Fuck what he says Re, just go and see if he's ok." He shoved Reno roughly in the direction of the Shinra building. Reno never said anything in return, he just ran off in the direction he was shoved, swerving in and out of the people walking in the streets. "Thanks Lorne, your the best bro ever. Don't need to thank me Reno, really." Lorne muttered as his brother disappeared up the road that led to the plate.

Rufus sat finishing off the paper work his old man had given him earlier that day. A few signatures was all it needed, but it meant reading through every sheet of the twenty page report. The blonde dropped the pen onto the desk and rubbed his tired eyes. His eyes travelled to the clock hung on the wall.

Nine PM.

Time to visit the old man.

Rufus didn't partially want to go see his father, but he did anyway. Part of him wanted to know exactly what he wanted. He never called Rufus up to his office very often. In fact, Rufus could count the number of times he had been in the Presidential office on one hand.

Reno didn't want Rufus to go on his own. Frankly Rufus had wanted him to come as well, but didn't want to stop the Turk from seeing his brother. Rufus had to practically shove Reno out the door and tell him to fuck off out. Rufus smiled slightly. It was nice having someone care about you that much. He had gotten used to it over the last year.

That was something Rufus couldn't believe. It had been a year since he started seeing Reno as more than a friend. He didn't think he'd change the last year for anything.

Rufus walked at the red carpeted stairs and into the office itself. Rufus always seemed to forget that his father's office didn't even have a door

"Ah Rufus. There you are boy." The friendly tone of his father's voice made Rufus a little apprehensive. The younger blonde walked slowly to stand in front the red suited man's huge desk. President Shinra put down the pen he was holding and stood up, walking around to stand in front of his son.

"You wanted to see me Sir?" Rufus asked, a little tint of bitterness hidden in the tone of his voice.

"Yes boy I did." The man paced around in front of his son, clasping his hands together over and over again. Rufus just looked on. "After some considerable thinking, I've decided that someone is needed in Junon to watch operations over in the town. With the new dispatch of SOLDIERS heading there tomorrow morning, Junon is going to be quiet the military town. It looks as though General Stewart will be needing help with the administrative side of things." Shinra stopped pacing for a moment. "This will be invaluable practice for you son, for when you take over from me some day. I've informed Stewart that you'll be accompanying him to Junon."

Rufus felt like his stomach was falling down in a bottomless pit. Leave Midgar? He didn't want to leave Midgar. If his father would have given him the option a year ago, Rufus would have taken it no problem. But now? Rufus watched as his father waited for a response. Rufus said the only two words he knew he could say.

"Yes Sir."

Reno found Rufus sat lifelessly in his chair. The blonde was fiddling about with a pen in his right hand, tapping it on the table top. He was staring at something that wasn't there, his eyes never blinking the whole time Reno was looking.

"Rufus?" Reno said cautiously. "You ok?" Rufus finally blinked looking slowly at the Turk stood in his doorway.

"Reno. I didn't see you there." He said monotony.

"I've been stood here five minutes. What's a matter?" Reno took a few steps into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that shit Rufus. There's something up. What did he do?" Reno's voice was starting to rise as he got more irritated.

"He didn't fucking do anything Reno." Rufus snarled, still tapping his pen.

"You know? I came back early to make sure you were ok. I'm beginning to regret it now." Reno walked closer to the desk, leaning on it with his hands. "You haven't been this closed off in ages."

"What do you care anyway!?" Rufus spat, throwing the pen on the desk. He crossed one knee over the other, and started rocking his leg to and throw slowly.

Reno genuinely felt hurt by the comment, something he never thought would happen. He pushed himself off the desk and went to stand in front of the blonde's chair.

"You think I don't care?"

A look of guilt flashed over the blonde's face. His eyes then soften.

"I know you do." Rufus sighed and stood up, looking out the huge window. "I'm getting sent to Junon. I have no idea when I'll be back." He said after an uncomfortable silence. Rufus turned to look at the Turk again. "I thought if I pushed you away, it wouldn't bother me as much, but...." He trailed off. Reno took a step back.

"You really are a spoilt brat aren't you!?" Reno spat as he turned towards the door. Rufus was lost for words, he just watched the redhead walk away from him. Reno turned around when he reached the door. "Fuck off to Junon. See if I care." The door slammed shut.

Rufus blinked a couple of times after the door had closed. His mind trying to comprehend exactly where he went wrong. He soon figured it out. With that, he slammed his forehead a little too hard on his desk top.

"Fuck." He muttered.

Reno was slumped in a chair in the Turks lounge, a bottle of brandy hanging from one hand. He brought the bottle to his lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. The bottle was already three quarters of the way empty.

"One man went to mow. Went to mow a meadow." He sung quietly in a monotone voice. He took another sip from the bottle. "One man and his dog, Spot and a bottle of pop, went to mow a meadow." With one last gulp, he emptied the bottle. He shook it a little, making sure ever last drop had been drained from the glass. Dissatisfied with the fact that he had no more alcohol, he threw the bottle against the door.

Reno went to stand up, but did so too fast. The combination of the head rush he got and the alcohol in his system made him fall back down again. Immediately finding the moment humourous, Reno started laughing. His laughter stopped when the door to the room opened.

Rude stepped into the room, his feet crunching on the shattered glass bottle. He looked at the floor, then at the redhead.

"Hey Rude. Care to join me for a drink?" Reno slurred.

"By the sounds of it, you've already had one or twenty." Rude muttered, stepping over the smashed glass. He noticed that the bottle was one he had brought in that morning. "How long have you been here?" He asked, sitting in the chair opposite Reno.

"Erm................... I dunno. What time is it?"

"Nearly eleven thirty."

Reno thought about it for a moment. "'bout an hour 'n a half then."

"You've drank a whole one and a half litre bottle in an hour 'n a half?" Rude asked, lowering his sunglasses a little.

"Yep." Reno said cheerily, he then started giggling. "Did you know Rufus is a spoilt brat?" He giggled again. "Don't go telling him though." He whispered harshly.

Rude had a feeling it was something to do with Rufus. He was one of the two people that knew about the two of them. The other being Lorne.

"So what did he do?" Rude asked, leaning against the back of his chair. Reno always did talk best when he was pissed out of his head.

"He fucking off to Junon coz shit head is sending him." Reno tired to take a drink of the bottle that wasn't there. His alcohol induced mind figured it out after a few minutes. He let his hand drop back down.

"So why is he a spoilt brat?" Rude asked, taking off his sunglasses to clean then lenses. His one green eye, one blue eye studied Reno silently.

"'coz he tried telling me to fuck off so it didn't hurt him as much as it was doing." Reno muttered.

"And that's why he's a spoilt brat?" Rude put his sunglasses back on.

".......yeah." The redhead said after a few minutes.

"If you say so."

Reno snapped up.

"What's that 'posed to mean?"

"Work it out yourself Reno." Rude left the room, crunching again on the glass as he left.

Even Reno's alcohol induced mind could work out what Rude meant. The Turk dropped his head into his hands.

"Fuck." He muttered.

The next morning, Rufus left for Junon. He never saw the Turk that was watching the helicopter leave from his office window. Rufus never noticed the sorry look of Reno's face. And Reno never noticed the blonde's.

*waits for the lynch squad* Don't hurt me! Needed more angst. I'm sorry!