Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Outsider ❯ Medical Jargon ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Medical Jargon

 

The ride from Wall Market to ShinRa Headquarters took half an hour. During the trip, Reno had curled up into a small ball and fell asleep on the seat. Tseng was a little startled how the young boy could nestle comfortably into a tiny spot and sleep soundly. He noticed that the box Reno brought was about to fall out of his grasp. Without giving any other thought, he reached for it and placed it on his lap. The redhead stirred faintly and curled up even more.

 

`I wonder what kind of valuables this boy has,' thought Tseng. He took a good look at the sleeping teen before he decided to carefully open the box and see its contents.

 

Inside the box were several photographs, little knick-knacks, a candy box made of metal, and something that appeared to be sunglasses or goggles. Curiosity getting the better of him, the Turk grabbed the pictures and began to look at them. One of them was of a toddler with chocolate cake smothered all over his mouth. The writing behind the picture said: Reno's second birthday. Tseng smiled.

 

`Cute kid.'

 

He flipped through a few more snapshots until he saw one that looked like a family portrait. On the left was a tall and sturdy man that had an uncanny resemblance to the whore, with the exception of his brown eyes and lack of tattoos. Tseng noticed that the man was wearing the same sunglass goggles from the box on top of his head. He was holding Reno, who appeared to be four-years old. Next to Reno was a lovely woman with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes holding onto one of Reno's hands. It was obvious that these people were Reno's parents.

 

-----ShinRa Headquarters

 

“Wow, is this the place?”

 

“Yes, now follow me.”

 

Reno was amazed by the size the building both exteriorly and interiorly. He was even more astounded by the clear glass elevators. It wasn't that he had never been on an elevator, it was the fact that it was clear and that the flooring was carpeted. No doubt that Reno was still a child.

 

“I wanna press the button.”

 

“What?” Tseng asked in utter disbelief.

 

“Yeah, let me press the button. Just tell me the number.”

 

Tseng sighed exasperatedly and nodded, “Press thirty-two.”

 

“Gotcha.”

 

Once the elevator reached the desired floor, Tseng led Reno into a series of halls and doors. It was not hard to keep up with the Turk, but Reno grew bored of the long walk and began to touch things as they passed by. It was until he knocked down a vase from its stand, did Tseng stop and notice what he was doing.

 

“What in the world are you doing?”

 

“…The air conditioner made it fall.”

 

Tseng began to ramble in Wutanese before he grabbed Reno by the arm and pulled him into a room.

 

“Did it cost a lot?” asked Reno with a little bit of concern.

 

“No, but that's not the point. I, you, uh, err, gah! What the hell were you thinking?”

 

“I got bored.”

 

Tseng began to stutter incoherently, “God what's going to happen to our future generations?”

 

“I dunno.”

 

“Just get in the showers and bathe.” He reached into his pockets and dropped some coins into Reno's hand. “Here. Use these coins to buy some soap and shampoo from the vending machine. The clean towels are in that closet there. I'll be back to get you a uniform for the training.”

 

“Kay.”

 

Reno waited ten minutes in his towel before Tseng returned with a short blonde woman wearing the standard ShinRa uniform. `What's that skank doing here?'

 

“Hello, I'm Ivy. It's nice to meet you,” replied the woman.

 

“Whatever,” Reno spat.

 

“Reno show some respect. This woman will be taking you to the forty-seventh floor where we have a small hospital unit to examine you.”

 

The redhead got up from the bench, “But where are you going?”

 

“I have work to do, Reno.”

 

“Oh…”

 

The towel on Reno's waist as slipped dangerously down his hips, and clung for its life. Despite how miserably thin the boy was, Tseng could not help but to feel aroused by his young developing body. Naughty thoughts went through the elder's head and he eyed the boy's smooth chest and felt a little disappointed when the border of the towel came into sight. He felt a small twinge in his lower regions when saw Reno shiver at the cold atmosphere making his nipples harden. Yes, he did want to see Reno naked, and he didn't care if it did seem perverted. But right now, he was very thankful that his uniform pants had a lot of space.

 

Tseng cleared his throat and began to walk out the door. “Ivy make sure you give me the report on any condition Reno may have. Just put it in my box.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“So…”replied Reno after Tseng left. “…am I gonna get clothes?”

 

“Oh yes it's in this room right in here.”

 

“Do I get underwear too?”

 

“Yes,” she replied as she unlocked the door and stepped in. “Hmm you're so skinny… let's give you these.”

 

Reno grabbed the pair of blue boxers that Ivy handed him. “I put it on now?”

 

Ivy began to rummage through the clothing rack. “I assume yes. Don't worry I won't look. Damn I don't think we have your size with the male pants, ah wait here we go. It's a good thing that a lot of young people come to join ShinRa.”

 

“Yeah,” he said as he put on the boxers and pants.

 

“So you're going to be training to be in the Turks huh? Oh here's your shirt.”

 

“Thanks. Well yeah. I'll be in it if I pass the training right?”

 

“That is correct.”

 

“Is Tseng the boss?”

 

“Eh no. There's another man in charge. His name is Veld, and well… he scares most people. Put your foot here so I can measure it.”

 

Reno complied, “Old man or something?”

 

“You can say…but you'll see for yourself.”

 

“Is Tseng afraid of him?

 

“No; Mr. Veld is his mentor. Here are your socks and shoes.”

 

The two walked in silence as they entered the clinical wing of the ShinRa headquarters. It was much colder and more sterile than all the other areas of the building, but it didn't scare Reno at all. The thing that did scare him was the creepy-looking woman at the reception desk. Her hair was pitch black, and she had large lips smeared with red lipstick. What made it worse was the insane amount of wrinkles on her face and the heavy amount of eye shadow and mascara she wore.

 

“Hello, the patient is here,” said Ivy.

 

“Ah yes,” croaked the receptionist. “The doctor is already in the room. He's in room five.”

 

“Thank you. Come on Reno.”

 

“Kay.”

 

“Now I want you to please do what the doctor says. I don't think you want to upset Tseng.”

 

“Yeah, yeah, what's the worst I can do anyways?”

 

“Well I'm just telling you this. Tseng has quite a temper.”

 

“Don't I know it,” muttered Reno.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Oh nothing. Err, so what's the doc gonna do?”

 

Ivy opened the door. “As far as I know: everything.”

 

“Eh… okay I guess. …Can you stay with me?” he asked sheepishly.

 

“I figured you'd say that,” she smiled.

 

“Ah hello, I'm Doctor Anaya, and you must be Reno. Please take a seat on this table.”

 

Reno shrugged his shoulders indifferently and sat on said table. He remembered that he always had to sit on the cushioned table when the crinkly paper whenever his mother had to take him to see a doctor. He really hated the paper. Not that it irritated his skin or anything; he just found the noise very annoying.

 

“So Reno, I was told to examine you thoroughly.”

 

“Uh huh, and?”

 

The doctor sighed, “Well you might not like some of the procedures. For one, we're going to need three of your bodily fluids.”

 

Reno blinked in disbelief. “Like… blood?”

 

“Yes, and your urine and sperm.”

 

“…in front of you?”

 

“No, no. You go to the bathroom for that. First we'll start with a urine sample.”

 

“Wait. Don't y'all need to ask me some questions or something?”

 

“We have all your basic information right here, sir.”

 

`Holy shit, how much does ShinRa know about me?' he mused.

 

Getting the urine sample was easy enough for Reno. Luckily, he had to go to the restroom anyhow. However getting the semen was another story. The nurse that took his urine had given him a smaller cup and said, “If you need any help the doctor or I can assist you.”

 

The offer sounded tempting to Reno, especially since the nurse was a very attractive woman. As he closed the door to the bathroom, he began to wonder how she would have to get out from him. Hand job? Maybe blow job? He hoped it didn't involved fingers and his ass, but knowing from past and cruel experiences that probably was going to be the course of action.

 

Reno pulled down the toilet seat's cover and sat down. `Damn now I wish I was a chick. At least they don't have to get cum. Fuck. Well I guess I gotta do it. No use in getting the Wuk pissed.' He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock from the boxers. Limp. `Okay so I gotta charm the anaconda now. Uhh… that nurse. Yeah she looks like she can give awesome head.'

 

He began to stroke himself slowly as he thought about the nurse. As his erection grew, the images in his head began to change. It was no longer the pretty nurse that Reno was fantasizing about, but Tseng. He was remembering how the Turk had been eyeing him while he was in his towel. The prostitute in him had to go and take a quick peek at his crotch to see if there was a bulge. There was something different about his pants that was for sure. Reno closed his eyes and grinned in satisfaction knowing that he had aroused Tseng in that way. Blindly, he stood up and reached for the rail beside the toilet. His forehead thumped against the tile wall and supported his body as he leaned in, but Reno didn't care. A small moan escaped his lips as his strokes became faster and the images became more graphic.

 

“Oh God…” he panted. “Tseng you feel so good. I, ahh…”

 

“So you managed to do it?” asked Dr. Anaya as Reno stepped out of the restroom.

 

Reno handed the nurse the used cup. “Yeah.”

 

“Now we're going to draw blood. Sit on this chair right here.”

 

As Reno waited on the chair, another pretty nurse sat in front of him and began to palpate his right arm. She arched her eyebrow and began to feel his other arm for a vein.

 

“What?”

 

“What's wrong, Susan?” asked Dr. Anaya.

 

“His veins are collapsed on both arms.”

 

“Let me see,” he said as he began to search for Reno's veins. He sighed loudly. “Reno do you do drugs?”

 

“No.”

 

“Do you inject yourself with anything?”

 

“Only some tranquilizers.”

 

“How many times do you do it?”

 

“I only do it when I can't go to sleep.”

 

“Can you be a little more specific?”

 

“Like…two times a week.”

 

“For how long?”

 

Reno began to think, “Two months. I haven't had some for a week.”

 

“Well as soon as we find a good vein, we'll see if you're telling the truth. I assume you did the injections yourself.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

It took five more minutes for the nurse to find a vein that was not collapsed. She put a tourniquet over his skinny arm, cleaned the site, and began to draw out Reno's blood. The young whore was not at all freaked out by the needle nor the site of blood. He found the process to be very interesting, and thought the color of his blood was alluring. After the nurse had taken three vials of blood and bandaged him, the doctor ordered him to go back on the table and wait for his instructions.

 

“Normally the test results would take about three days to process. But since we have excellent technology and the results were by special request, they will be in within less than an hour.”

 

Reno nodded.

 

“Now I'm going to do a few tests on you. First, it will be the basics, and then it'll progressively get a little harder. How does that sound?”

 

“Question!” Reno raised his arm high and let it fall as soon as it touched his head. “Is it your job to tell me all this?”

 

“…yes.”

 

“And do I have to approve of it?”

 

“In normal circumstances yes, but at the moment, no.”

 

“I was gonna say all right anyway.”

 

“Please step on the scale.” The doctor extended the back of the scale and pulled out a stick that hovered horizontally over Reno's head. “Five feet, seven inches. Now for your weight,” he replied after pressing a green button on the scale.

 

Reno answered, “One hundred and ten pounds.” The doctor's expression was of pure shock. “That's what it says here.”

 

“I, I know what it says. Reno, a young man of your age and height should not weigh that little.”

 

“Oh,” he replied a little stupidly. “…So I'm guessing that's bad?”

 

In regards to Reno's physical status, other than his weight, he was in good shape. His breathing and heart rate were normal; however, his blood pressure was just a little low. His body's reflexes were in tiptop condition, and his running and lung capacity was excellent. His eyes showed no signs of failed vision. The electroencephalographs (EEG), PET scans, and MRIs revealed that there was no damage or any irregularities in his brain. Everything went almost well except for the last part of the test.

 

“Reno I want you to pull down your pants and bend over at the table.”

 

Reno gave the doctor a strange look, and then glanced at Ivy.

 

“It's for your testicles and prostate,” Anaya answered.

 

Without a reply, Reno did as what the doctor told him. He knew what testicles were but he had no idea what a prostate was. It was an embarrassing position to be in, but as long as Ivy and that nurse were present, then nothing bad would happen to him.

 

“Wait sorry, just stand up and face me.” Reno complied and Doctor Anaya stood in front of him and cupped his balls in his hand.

 

Reno's eyes were wide with shock and fear. He turned his head away and tried to keep his mind off what the doctor was doing.

 

“Your testes have descended.” His eyes met with Reno's. “That's a good thing,” and the boy's gaze left to something else.

 

“Cough.”

 

“What?”

 

“Cough.”

 

Reno coughed.

 

“One more time.”

 

He coughed again.

 

“Okay everything seems to be in check for the moment. The test results will reveal if there is anything wrong. Now turn around and bend over the table.

 

`Great.'

 

After the procedure was done, Reno quickly put on his pants. He didn't know if he could sit or not, and he was definitely not in the mood to experiment. “Why do ya have to look up my ass for?”

 

“Well Reno, I have to check if there is any inflammation for prospective diseases, tissue damage, prostate enlargement, polyps, or hemorrhoids.”

 

“Eh?”

 

“Don't worry, you're fine.”

 

“That's all I needed to know.”

 

“However-”

 

“Oh shit, what?”

 

The doctor cleared his throat, “Have you ever had anal sex?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Consensually?”

 

“What's that mean?”

 

“Were you willing to the acts?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Very well.”

 

Reno winced a little when he sat down on the patient's table. “Is that a bad thing?”

 

“No. I just wanted to know if you needed some extra psychological evaluation.”

 

The boy blinked in confusion. “Check my head? That what it means?”

 

“Yes, in a way. But I think you're fine. Anyway, how long have you been having sex?”

 

“Since I was ten.”

 

“Did your parents know?”

 

“They're dead.” The room was silent for a few minutes. Reno seemed bored and nonchalant, as if the knowledge of his parents' deaths weren't so important. He was about to say something else, when a nurse opened the door and handed the doctor a folder. Reno studied the doctor's face. Several times the physician frowned and opened his eyes widely, but the rest were blank faces and curt nods.

 

“So what's wrong with me doc?”

 

“You're lacking a lot of vitamins and minerals. Your hormonal level is down too. Not to mention that you're missing a good amount of body fat.”

 

“Shit.”

 

“But there is a way to fix that.”

 

“How?

“Well if you have a proper diet and take some extra vitamin supplements, you'll be able to be at the normal level. Although Heidegger would kill me if I gave you anything that you could easily get at a health store for cheaper, I'm going to give you a shot of androgens.”

 

“What's that gonna do?”

 

“Well for one it'll help you get some hormones. You really don't have a lot of them in your blood stream. It's a wonder why your voice has already changed. And-”

 

“Just give me the damn shot.”

 

“But there are some side effects that you have to know about.”

 

“Fuck it.” He rolled his eyes. “It's not gonna kill me, so whatever. I can deal with it later.”

 

----ShinRa Employee's Lounge

 

“You know you should have let Dr. Anaya tell you what the side effects were.”

 

“I really don't care.”

 

“Well you should,” replied Ivy. “Anyway Tseng should be coming here soon.”

 

“Hey Ivy?”

 

“Yes?'

 

“The doc says I can't go training cuz I'm supposedly too malnurical or something like that. So where the hell will I be doing?”

 

“Well, I'm not so sure. Tseng would probably know more.”

 

“In which I do,” said a voice coming from behind the couch they sat. “Reno you will be on a special diet. You need to at least gain fifteen pounds and have better results on your blood test before you can do the field training. So until then, you will be doing the written portion of the course.”

 

“Uh hello? I can't exactly write in case you forgot.”

 

Tseng took a seat. “I didn't forget, Reno. Well to be honest with you, there will be a teacher to help you with your reading and writing skills. Many candidates for SOLDIER, the Turks, and being a ShinRa trooper do not have concrete literacy skills. So while they learn about materia, weapons, and other types of things, they are also taught basic schooling.”

 

“Cool.”

 

“But it's not that emphasized. It's just basic and then that teaching is over.”

 

“Oh…I don't care.”

 

“Shocking to see that a boy his age doesn't oppose to that,” said Ivy. “Don't you agree Tseng?”

 

“Quite.”

 

“Hey shut the fuck up. I ain't stupid, and I don't wanna stay stupid,” Reno spat.

 

“Control yourself Reno,” growled Tseng.

 

Reno stood up from his seat and began to pace around the area. “Well what do you want me to do? Dude I'm just fuckin' nervous, okay? Just take me to the damn place already.”

 

Ivy got up and touched Reno's shoulder. “I think it's best that I leave you boys alone. I do have work to do. Good luck with training, Reno.”

 

“Thanks.” She smiled and waved goodbye as she approached the elevators. Reno paused for a moment to return the favor and turned away when the doors closed.

 

“We have to go the training grounds,” said Tseng. “I'll drive us there and drop you off. I have an errand to do there anyway.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Well the Turks aren't only for doing ShinRa's dirty work. Our cover-up job is recruiting for candidates for SOLDIER. In a way, we are forced to do that job.”

 

“That sounds boring.”

 

“It is. If you do make it through the training you will learn to hate it.”

 

“I hate it already.”

 

 

----Midgar Military Base

 

Throughout most of the trip to the base, Reno kept fidgeting in the car. Tseng took little notice at the small twitches, and concentrated on the road. Though he didn't talk to the young ex-whore, the Wutanese couldn't get him out of his head. What was worse, his thoughts weren't exactly the cleanest either. Tseng had to give Reno some credit when he almost blatant told him about his “complex.”

 

Yes, Tseng did like them young. It was an acquired taste actually. When he was younger, he had sex with people his age, but that fire began to wane as he grew older. He was not a pedophile. Oh no, Tseng would never find a child sexually attractive, but he did find people much younger than him appealing. Soon the Turk would be twenty-eight, and that would make the age gap between him and Reno twelve years. Wow. A twelve-year difference. He still wondered how it would be like to have sex with someone that young and aesthetically pleasing too. The man chuckled as he thought of the possibility of breaking Reno in half. The kid was practically a skeleton.

 

Reno, however, wasn't in euphoria as his elder was. He felt very uncomfortable. Not because the car was very clean and expensive, but because he was so horny.

 

`Fucking shot. Goddamn, Tseng is looking fuckin' hot. Hey that rhymed.'

 

But he kept quiet in fear that the man would give him a disgusted look or even throw him out of the vehicle. Slowly, Reno unconsciously began to rock back and forth trying to think of something that would turn him off. Ugly, old, fat customers; uber muscular clients with domination issues; his first pimp, anything! But just getting one glimpse of Tseng shot down all attempts to lower his drive. Finally, he decided that he could no longer take the pressure and mustered up the courage to speak what was on his mind, and didn't care what the consequences were.

 

“Please fuck me.”

 

The Turk snapped out of his state of relaxation and arched his eyebrow. “Come again?”

 

“You heard me: please fuck me.”

 

“Reno stop playing games. We're almost there if that's what you wanted to know.”

 

“Yo, I'm being serious!”

 

“No you're not. Now please cease that behavior.”

 

“Fuckin' A man! You fucking know I don't know what that means!”

 

“Your slum is showing,” Tseng replied as he rolled his eyes.

 

“Fuck you too.”

 

“I can easily throw you out of this car and forget about your Turk training with no remorse.”

 

Reno sighed and slumped against the car seat. He took one look at Tseng then faced the passenger's seat window in an attempt to ignore the older man. “…”

 

“I'm glad you decided to calm down.”

 

“Not really.”

 

“Oh?” Tseng asked in amusement.

 

“I gave up cuz the more I talk, the more you talk with big long words. And don't say nothing, a'ight? You'll just piss me off.”

 

“We're almost there.”

 

“Kay.”

 

“Reno you don't want sex.”

 

“Yeah I do. Well not anymore right now, but I like it sometimes.”

 

Tseng didn't bother to question `sometimes.'

 

“Dude, I don't care if you're from Wutai or whatever. I don't do that racist crap.”

 

“I wasn't implying that.”

 

“I know, but I'm just telling you, kay?”

 

“All right.” Tseng almost smiled.

 

When the two entered the main building, a very tall man in an army uniform was already waiting beside the front desk. Tseng nodded.

 

“This is the boy I was talking about. I already sent his records to the main computer. His name is Reno, age sixteen.”

 

“I'll make sure the kid does his work.”

 

“Good. I'll see you in three months, Reno. Behave or it might be Mr. Veld that will be paying you a visit.”

 

“Shit.”

 

“You can take him away. I have a few things to do here.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

Tseng walked in the opposite direction as Reno and the officer. He paused to turn back and see Reno away. The boy was slouching with that typical street walk and hiked his pants a little higher as he followed his superior down the hall and into another door. Tseng wondered if he had done the right thing bringing the former prostitute into plate to become a black op like him. With a long sigh, the Turk turned around and continued his way down the corridor still thinking about the boy. No sooner did he reach his destination did he hear Reno's voice and footsteps approach him.

 

“YO!”

 

“Yes?” Tseng answered without facing Reno.

 

“Where's my box!?”

 

“Relax. It's in a safe place.”

 

“Where?” the teen demanded.

 

“In a storage area within the ShinRa Headquarters. No one can access it but you. Unless, of course, you fail to make it out here alive.”

 

“Well I'm not gonna fail. Just make sure nothing bad happens to it or I'll raise bloody hell and your Mr. Veld ain't gonna like it not one bit.”

 

Tseng chuckled, “Is that a threat, Reno?”

 

“Maybe,” Reno replied with a grin. “But that's if it's messed up.”

 

“I'll see to it that it won't.”

 

“Good.”

 

“Hurry along before your superior comes looking for you, kid.”

 

Just as the elder began to walk away, Reno reached and quickly copped a very intrusive feel of Tseng's butt with his left hand. Tseng froze in shock. The time only lasted but a few seconds, yet it felt like long staggering minutes to the Turk. By the time he had recovered from his alarm, Reno had already run through the doors yelling, “SEE YA, TSENG!”

 

----End of Chapter 3

 

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