It started with a Drink
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
805
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
It started with a Drink
Disclaimer: I don't own these ff7 character. I just wrote this fanfic on request of a friend.
It started with a Drink
By SailorPoison
Chapter 1
How hard is it to get a decent drink? Well for him yes, when you were either constantly caring for your boss or just lack the money. Fall of Midgar was the fall of many things. These days were not easy on a Turk. Even harder when you are a lush by nature.
But things could be worse. So he got his ass tossed around by three Sephiroth wannabes while protesting Rufus. So Rufus was still crippled since Weapon blew up top part of the ShinRa headquarters. He could be.... totally broke and begging in the gutter like he once seen Palmer doing! Even Reno had some pride. Once again there was a calm. Aside the monster that ran loose, things were not terribly exciting.
The Red haired Turk nursed the only glass he could afford trying not to drink it too quickly, when He came inside the bar. Raven locks that seem wild as the animal red eyes. The Turk who was no longer human.
Reno could never decide what to feel about Vincent Valentine. They were both Turks, even if Vincent no longer was employed under the ShinRa family. Heck, Vincent was a Turk long before Reno was around. The only reasons they were ever at odds was due to Vincent sided with Cloud’s group. Not that Reno blamed him. The guy got pretty fucked over by ShinRa. Now they were no longer on opposite sides so he was not looking to ruin the man’s down time. But Vincent still made him nervous at the same time. The man was NOT human. He did not like feeling scared of anyone. Especially a fellow Turk.
Vincent sat down a few stools away from him as Reno finished the last drop of his drink. The Turk looked into his glass with some sadness at the dearly departed drink. To his surprise the bar tender took his glass only to replace it with a fresh drink. One of the more expensive brands that taunted Reno from the shelf.
Reno growled, “ I can’t afford this.”
Bartender just shrugged, “ The guy down there paid for it.”
Reno could see Vincent smirking. But a drink was a drink! Reno was not going to pass up chance for a real drink. How it smooth on his tongue, yet flowed into his stomach like liquid gold. Sent his senses flying.
Vincent, “ I used to drink that brand myself.”
Reno looked to see Vincent sat down beside him. The Turk was taller then Reno and more pale. But their slender bodies were both deceptive, as neither were fragile. Vincent’s left arm settled on the counter as he drank with the right hand.
Reno, “ Yeah, its the good stuff.”
Both sat there enjoying the buzz of their drinks. For the moment they were just two fellow turks on down time.
Reno, “ Hey, Valentine, I’ve been dying to ask you this”
Vincent glanced over with an inquisitive look, “ Hmmm?”
Reno, “ About your left arm. Its it all mutated or is that even real?”
Most people would not dare ask something like that. But they were not Reno. The Turk who was buzzing and, well, was all that shy. Vincent was never really asked this in the first place. Needed a moment to recover from the shock he hid well.
Vincent, “ I never bothered to find out. ”
Reno pushes the sunglasses, that rested ontop his head, back into place as he looked at the arm more. It was sorta cool in a creepy goth way.
Reno, “ You really should find out. I would... “ knocked back the rest of his drink.
Vincent was rather self-conscious about this arm of his. Too nervous to find out. Reno could read that all in moment’s glance.
Reno, “ It scare you? Come on.. you’re a fucking legendary Turk. “ with a smirk sits back, “ How about this.. we get have one more drink and go into a side room. There we can find out what's truly under your glove.”
Vincent seemed to ponder this only a brief moment. The Ex-turk seemed to look hard into his eyes before replying...
Vincent, “ Very well. “
They both got a new drink and drank them down. Reno began to wonder what he got himself into. What if the arm was some mutated freak of nature with tentacles that... naw. That was maybe too far fetched. But it could be gross to look at. Yet, he had to see it!
Both men went into a private room. Reno was not sure who was more nervous. Plus it was hard to read Vincent most of the time. The perfect Turk. Tseng would have wanted to breed this man. Thought of Tseng made Reno feel a moment of grief. Tseng was a rather nice guy beneath all his suits and manners. Used to buy them all a round of drinks. Never made Reno do things that were too humiliating unless Reno fucked up along the line.
Vincent rested his left gauntlet covered arm on the table. Reno also gave a closer look to this strange glove. The gauntlet seemed to fit very close to the skin. Almost bonded. But he could see how it came off easier then Vincent.
Reno, “ Want me to?” Vincent’s mute nod was all he needed, “ I will try to be careful. “
Reno twisted the ring that clamped down upon his upper arm. Could feel the suction give way under his fingers. The metal sleeve was not too hard to pull off once vincent relaxed his hand more. The arm was there, though not truly normal. It was a rather pale near the elbow but around the wrist was an odd purplish color. The nails were bitch black. No claws , fur, or scales.
Reno, “ That’s not bad... bit gross but not nearly as gross as a naked Palmer?”
Vincent’s fingers curled, “ I want it back on.”
Reno helped Vincent put the odd glove back on. He suspected the arm must have began to hurt him but never certain with Vincent.
Vincent, “ When did you suffer that sight?”
Reno, “ The fat bastard got stuck in his tub and I lost the draw on who had to free him. I swear I almost went blind.”
Vincent laughed. It was not a loud kind. Soft but pleasant to listen to. Maybe for the first time Reno truly looked at Vincent. The man was not creepy. More like a prince inflicted with a curse. A man haunted by things not many mortals can withstand but yet he still bore it. He held a strength Reno envied.
Vincent, “ I should be going.”
Reno, “ Oh, thanks for the drinks. If you ever need someone to but more drinks for... “
Vincent knew the rest of that, “ I know whom to call.” Pauses on his way out, “ We will meet again.”
Reno found himself looking forward to that. Told himself it was for the drinks. Little did Reno know that their next meeting will be sooner then he would count on.
It started with a Drink
By SailorPoison
Chapter 1
How hard is it to get a decent drink? Well for him yes, when you were either constantly caring for your boss or just lack the money. Fall of Midgar was the fall of many things. These days were not easy on a Turk. Even harder when you are a lush by nature.
But things could be worse. So he got his ass tossed around by three Sephiroth wannabes while protesting Rufus. So Rufus was still crippled since Weapon blew up top part of the ShinRa headquarters. He could be.... totally broke and begging in the gutter like he once seen Palmer doing! Even Reno had some pride. Once again there was a calm. Aside the monster that ran loose, things were not terribly exciting.
The Red haired Turk nursed the only glass he could afford trying not to drink it too quickly, when He came inside the bar. Raven locks that seem wild as the animal red eyes. The Turk who was no longer human.
Reno could never decide what to feel about Vincent Valentine. They were both Turks, even if Vincent no longer was employed under the ShinRa family. Heck, Vincent was a Turk long before Reno was around. The only reasons they were ever at odds was due to Vincent sided with Cloud’s group. Not that Reno blamed him. The guy got pretty fucked over by ShinRa. Now they were no longer on opposite sides so he was not looking to ruin the man’s down time. But Vincent still made him nervous at the same time. The man was NOT human. He did not like feeling scared of anyone. Especially a fellow Turk.
Vincent sat down a few stools away from him as Reno finished the last drop of his drink. The Turk looked into his glass with some sadness at the dearly departed drink. To his surprise the bar tender took his glass only to replace it with a fresh drink. One of the more expensive brands that taunted Reno from the shelf.
Reno growled, “ I can’t afford this.”
Bartender just shrugged, “ The guy down there paid for it.”
Reno could see Vincent smirking. But a drink was a drink! Reno was not going to pass up chance for a real drink. How it smooth on his tongue, yet flowed into his stomach like liquid gold. Sent his senses flying.
Vincent, “ I used to drink that brand myself.”
Reno looked to see Vincent sat down beside him. The Turk was taller then Reno and more pale. But their slender bodies were both deceptive, as neither were fragile. Vincent’s left arm settled on the counter as he drank with the right hand.
Reno, “ Yeah, its the good stuff.”
Both sat there enjoying the buzz of their drinks. For the moment they were just two fellow turks on down time.
Reno, “ Hey, Valentine, I’ve been dying to ask you this”
Vincent glanced over with an inquisitive look, “ Hmmm?”
Reno, “ About your left arm. Its it all mutated or is that even real?”
Most people would not dare ask something like that. But they were not Reno. The Turk who was buzzing and, well, was all that shy. Vincent was never really asked this in the first place. Needed a moment to recover from the shock he hid well.
Vincent, “ I never bothered to find out. ”
Reno pushes the sunglasses, that rested ontop his head, back into place as he looked at the arm more. It was sorta cool in a creepy goth way.
Reno, “ You really should find out. I would... “ knocked back the rest of his drink.
Vincent was rather self-conscious about this arm of his. Too nervous to find out. Reno could read that all in moment’s glance.
Reno, “ It scare you? Come on.. you’re a fucking legendary Turk. “ with a smirk sits back, “ How about this.. we get have one more drink and go into a side room. There we can find out what's truly under your glove.”
Vincent seemed to ponder this only a brief moment. The Ex-turk seemed to look hard into his eyes before replying...
Vincent, “ Very well. “
They both got a new drink and drank them down. Reno began to wonder what he got himself into. What if the arm was some mutated freak of nature with tentacles that... naw. That was maybe too far fetched. But it could be gross to look at. Yet, he had to see it!
Both men went into a private room. Reno was not sure who was more nervous. Plus it was hard to read Vincent most of the time. The perfect Turk. Tseng would have wanted to breed this man. Thought of Tseng made Reno feel a moment of grief. Tseng was a rather nice guy beneath all his suits and manners. Used to buy them all a round of drinks. Never made Reno do things that were too humiliating unless Reno fucked up along the line.
Vincent rested his left gauntlet covered arm on the table. Reno also gave a closer look to this strange glove. The gauntlet seemed to fit very close to the skin. Almost bonded. But he could see how it came off easier then Vincent.
Reno, “ Want me to?” Vincent’s mute nod was all he needed, “ I will try to be careful. “
Reno twisted the ring that clamped down upon his upper arm. Could feel the suction give way under his fingers. The metal sleeve was not too hard to pull off once vincent relaxed his hand more. The arm was there, though not truly normal. It was a rather pale near the elbow but around the wrist was an odd purplish color. The nails were bitch black. No claws , fur, or scales.
Reno, “ That’s not bad... bit gross but not nearly as gross as a naked Palmer?”
Vincent’s fingers curled, “ I want it back on.”
Reno helped Vincent put the odd glove back on. He suspected the arm must have began to hurt him but never certain with Vincent.
Vincent, “ When did you suffer that sight?”
Reno, “ The fat bastard got stuck in his tub and I lost the draw on who had to free him. I swear I almost went blind.”
Vincent laughed. It was not a loud kind. Soft but pleasant to listen to. Maybe for the first time Reno truly looked at Vincent. The man was not creepy. More like a prince inflicted with a curse. A man haunted by things not many mortals can withstand but yet he still bore it. He held a strength Reno envied.
Vincent, “ I should be going.”
Reno, “ Oh, thanks for the drinks. If you ever need someone to but more drinks for... “
Vincent knew the rest of that, “ I know whom to call.” Pauses on his way out, “ We will meet again.”
Reno found himself looking forward to that. Told himself it was for the drinks. Little did Reno know that their next meeting will be sooner then he would count on.