Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Gomen Nasai ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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It had been just over a year since Reno had stopped Shinra from nearly murdering Rufus. Surprisingly, Shinra had let the matter slip, never said anything about it again. Even more surprising, he was actually pleasant to Reno. Didn't mean Reno had to like him though. He didn't show any respect for the man even, except when it came to taking work related orders.
Even though Reno never really questioned his orders, didn't mean he had to like them.
The Turk was stood looking out the window, at the wreck that was Sector Seven. Smoke still rose from the twisted metal remains. The whole of a sector destroyed just to eliminate one little terrorist group. A terrorist group that had destroyed two of Midgar's eight reactor within days of each other. Still, Reno thought, destroying a whole sector was pretty extreme.
He watched as it began to rain again, as if the clouds above Midgar were mourning the loss of the hundreds, maybe thousands of people killed by one touch of a button.
Did Reno care? Of course he did, it wasn't like he didn't have a conscience, but his priority was getting rid of the troublesome rebels. By dropping the plate, Shinra was protecting the majority of Midgar, and to Shinra that's all that mattered, surprisingly. Shinra wasn't exactly as heartless as everyone thought they were.
A little under a year ago, a terrorist group under the name 'Avalanche' blew up an office block belonging to Shinra. The group claimed full responsibility for the attack, saying that Shinra was destroying the planet with their 'god damn mako sucking plants.'
Office blocks changed to attacks on the Shinra building, to the reactors themselves.
President Shinra had always been a rash man. 'You don't just get rid of the bug, you crush it,' was his motto. Reno couldn't argue with the man, dropping Sector seven was definitely crushing the rebels. Would have worked too if Coreno hadn't mouthed off about Shinra's plans. It didn't matter, gave Reno a reason to get rid of pimp now. Reno was extremely happy about that fact.
Now Avalanche was in their custody. They had come after the 'ancient girl' and were caught escaping. So predictable, Reno thought.
His PHS rang. Reno left his spot by the window, picking the small device off the table top.
"Reno here." The Turk muttered.
<"Reno, it Tseng. I want you to go check on the President."> Tseng's voice was choppy, as if he had something huge on his mind.
"Why?" Reno asked.
<"Don't question, just do it."> There was silence, a sigh, then. <"Someone's massacring all the workers on the upper floors.">
"I'm on it." Reno hung up and walked out the door, smirking. Maybe that someone will have already gotten there before I can make it.
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The silence was un-nerving.
Red liquid stained the tiles of the upper floors of the Shinra building. Reno stood in front of the sixty-ninth floor staircase, looking at his feet, at the blood that was coating the floor.
Never in his four years of being a Turk, had he seen anything like this. This was a total massacre. Granted he had never been around to see Nibelheim burn to the ground, but it couldn't have been worse than this. There were bodies of dead Shinra blues, lining the floor in front of the twin staircase. They all had a slash mark from their neck to there navel. If the cut had been any deeper, Reno was sure all of their insides would have popped out to say hello. The Turk was glad for this prospect.
Reno carefully step over the guards and made the journey up the stairs to the seventieth floor. Tseng had made him go and check on President Shinra. He'd better already be dead. Reno thought. Because if he isn't I'll finish him off.
The blood in the Presidential office was fresher than anywhere else in the building. A flash of silver from the balcony caught Reno's eye, but he had more important things to do.
Reno found what he was hoping to for. President Shinra, pinned to his own desk by a thin, long sword. A sword that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. A Masamune. The plump man's body moved slightly, groaning as the sword shifted position. Reno caught himself grinned. Resilient bastard.
The red haired Turk walked towards the desk, stopping just in line with President Shinra's vision. The man looked up as well as someone who was pinned to a desk could. He coughed slightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Turk...." The President choked. "Remove this god damn sword......."
Reno looked slightly amused. He tapped his chin with one finger.
"Do I really want to do that?" Reno mused. The President growled lowly.
"I didn't hire you for you to ponder!" Shinra glared. "I hired you to work, now do as I say."
Reno walked a little bit closer to the desk, looking intently at the sword. Must thank Sephy one day......
"It'd probably kill you if I removed it ya know." Reno told him as casually as if he was talking to a friend. "Being pinned to the desk is a lot better position for you anyway."
The President's eyes widened slightly.
"Turk!" He growled. Reno only gave him another amused look.
"I hope the fires of hell will be hot enough for you." Reno said cheerfully. He turned his back on the President before addressing him again. "Oh yeah! There was one thing I wanted you to know." He spun back round, walking until he was inches away from the blood covered desk. He bent over until his face was about an inch away from the other man's. "I could let you guess, but you might not have enough time........" Reno drawled on.
"Damn it Turk. I don't have time for games!" Shinra choked out, the volume of his voice fading.
"Well I have." Reno sneered. "But it would be better if I just told you." The redhead took a step back, looked at his fingernails as if he was cleaning them. There was clearly a grin on his face. "It will probably be a shock to you, but your son has a boyfriend." Reno chuckled at the horror that was clearly visible on the dying man's face. The Turk bent down until he was an inch from the President's face again. "Me." He whispered harshly. The President coughed violently as his body struggled for breath. He jerked back as he last breath left him, before coming to rest back on the desk, his body ceasing to breath any longer. Reno took a couple of steps backwards, before turning around completely and leaving the room.
As he did Cloud and the others entered the office.
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His father was dead and he was President.
He kept saying it in his head, but it still didn't feel true. It was too... unreal to believe.
He was stood in the board room on the sixty-sixth floor. It was completely empty, but wouldn't be for too much longer. He had only been in Midgar for just over an hour, but he decided this needed to be sorted now. Rufus looked blankly around the huge room. His vision drifted to the larger chair at the far end of the table. There's no way in hell that I'm sitting in that chair. Wonder if it'll just disappear if I command it? Rufus closed his eyes tight then opened them again. The chair was still there. He let a smile grace his lips.
"Guess not." He whispered, the smile remaining on his lips. He closed his eyes again, sinking into one of the chairs near the door, his thoughts wandering.
Old man tried to control the world with money. It seems to have been working. The population thought that Shinra would protect them. Work at Shinra, get your pay. If a terrorist attacks, the Shinra army will help you. It looks perfect on the outside. But, I do things differently. I'll control the world with fear. It takes too much to do it like my old man. A little fear will control the minds of the common people. There's no reason to waste money on them. Did he really believe that? He had to admit, it sounded good when he was saying it to Avalanche earlier. Since Sephiroth had appeared, Rufus thought that the population would be scared enough anyway. Scared people did stupid things, like listened to anything you told them. It would work to his advantage. He'd be damned if he ran the company anything like his old man had done.
In less than five minutes there would be a board meeting, a board meeting where everyone would be listening to him. He wouldn't just be on the side lines listening with half an ear anymore. He thought he could manage that, as long as he tuned out Heidegger and Scarlet's laughing at the right time. He could always tell them to shut up. He'd taken enough shit for a lifetime, it was about time people listened to him, took orders from him. Yesterday he was just his father's errand boy, today he owned the world.
Rufus opened his eyes as the Turks walked in, plus one extra. He assumed it was the new Turk Reno had been moaning to him about. If she sucks up to Tseng anymore, she'd be up his ass, he remembered were Reno's exact words. By the way Elena was scowling at the redhead, she didn't like him anymore than he liked her.
"Hey Pres." Reno smiled warmly. "Feel good to be home?"
Rufus smiled lightly. "Yes." It was then Rufus noticed the weary appearance of his lover. The beginnings of scratches could be seen from the top of his shirt, under his left eye had started to bruise. Rufus' smile faltered a little. "What happened to you?"
"Had a slight run in with our friendly terrorist group, no biggy." Reno shrugged it off.
"I've already told him to go home more than once sir." Tseng put in. "He won't listen."
Rufus nodded, walking over and stopping right in front of the redhead, his face an inch away from the other man's. "Go home." Rufus told him.
"But..."
"Go home Reno. You look like you need it."
Reno could see there was no point arguing. "Alright." He sighed reluctantly. He moved forward the extra inch and gave Rufus a quick kiss on the lips before leaving the room. Rufus shook his head with a smile on his face, before turning his attention to the Turk leader.
"Any idea where the circus freaks are?"
Tseng looked slightly amused at the question. "I think I hear at least Heidegger now Sir. Since I can hear him I'm assuming he's not alone." Sure enough, another round of Heidegger's boisterous laugh echoed down the hallway.
Rufus slapped a hand against his forehead. "I have a feeling someone is gonna be holding me back from beating the shit out of Heidegger by the end of the night." No had time to answer the blonde, before the parade of Shinra Executives walked into the room. Heidegger first with Scarlet not too far behind him. Not such a surprise since the two practically worked together. Palmer walked in a little way after that, followed by Reeve who looked as though he had the whole world on his shoulders. Last of all Hojo slinked, constantly mumbling to himself.
With all of them sat down Rufus walked to the top of the table. He looked at the chair for a split second, before he gave it a shove. It rolled away from the table, stopping as it hit the wall with a tap. Rufus leaned on the table, facing the room occupants. He wracked his brain for something to say, but Scarlet interrupted his train of thoughts.
"I'd like to be the first to welcome you as President, Rufus Sir." She said. Heidegger laughed. Rufus unconsciously clenched his hands around the edge of the table.
"Gya ha ha ha ha. We're sure you'll do as good a job, if not better, than your father Sir."
"Thank you Heidegger, but if you laugh like that again, I'll not hesitate to shove my shotgun up your ass." Rufus wanted to laugh at the reaction on Heidegger's face, but continued talking. "Any idea where Sephiroth went to?" I want to thank the bastard.
"He was last seen heading towards Junon Sir." Tseng answered from the top end of the room.
"Sir. If you have a parade in Junon, Sephiroth will most likely come out of hiding." Scarlet suggested. And so the meeting went on.
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"I thought you'd need this after that meeting." The Turk told him.
"You have no idea." Rufus muttered as he took the glass, letting himself fall onto sofa he had walked over to. "Seriously how do you put up with Heidegger?"
"Stick my fingers in my ears whenever he's near by." Reno answered seriously. Rufus nodded, contemplating the answer.
"Maybe I should do that next time, I mean threatening him didn't work."
"Just sack the bastard, make everyone happy." Reno sat next to the blonde.
"I wish it was as easy as that." Rufus finished off the glass of alcohol. "Anyway enough about that." He leaned over and gave Reno a passionate kiss on the lips. He stayed leaned against the redhead's chest. "God I've missed this." He muttered.
"Me to." Reno added, giving him a kiss just as passionate back. "But no more talk just kiss." He mumbled. Rufus laughed slightly.
"Ok, not gonna ar--" He was silenced by yet another kiss.
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