Blood Dreams of Jenova
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
776
Reviews:
8
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The Masochist
**see profile for disclamer**
*I kicked myself in the ass for writing this. I said, okay, lets try something besides yoai, but noooooooo, Reno just popped out at me and said, “What the hell are you doing pairing me with Aerith? I’M GAY!!!” And he most certainly is I have concluded, after a long and hard think. (Can you smell the smoke from your computer screen far far away from my cluttered haven in NY???) So forgive me for humiliating him so, but it must be done because it just turned out that way. ^.^ I’m so bad!*
Part One: The Masochist
Reno didn’t budge when his cell phone went off on the table. His brain was a little sluggish to react from the vycodin and vodka spread out on the coffee table in front of him. The razor blade hovered just a millimeter away from that pretty blue vein in his wrist in hesitation. Though he despised being interrupted during his self-destructive binges, his job obligated him to be on call 24/7. Unless he really wanted to commit suicide in a few moments, he was going to have to force himself to answer that goddamn phone.
It hurt too good to die right now.
After the fifth ring, Reno chucked the razor across the room in frustration and fumbled for the cell. “What?! What do you want?!” he snapped.
“Reno, get your ass down here right now, we have a crisis,” a cool voice hissed urgently.
“Rufus, you know I love it when you get in that kind of mood…” Reno laughed cruelly, trying to button his shirt and unroll his sleeves to cover unhealed scabs and cuts.
“I’m serious Reno, there’s been a break-in, five escapes and a specimen robbery!”
“So… what happened to all that high tech security that Scarlet loves to brag about?” Reno asked, struggling with the buttons. His fingers were numb and shaking. He would be a lousy shot tonight.
“Wiped out,” Rufus said grimly. “My father is still up there, and don’t think I haven’t called Tseng and Reeves. I’m even coming there by helicopter myself, so you better be there in five minutes to get the situation under control or your ass is fired, got it?”
“Mhm…” Reno mumbled, pulling his blue blazer on and stuffing a gun and his electromag rod in their hoisters.
“What was that?”
“Yes sir,” he said in a mocking tone, hanging up with a snort. He jumped into his black corvette, forgetting to lock his apartment door. The welcome smell of stale cigarettes and “fresh pine” air freshener swirled into his oversensitive nostrils and wouldn’t really let the seriousness of the situation sink in.
In the history of ShinRa, there really has never been a disaster of this scale in the main headquarters. In his drunken weariness, a thought occurred to him. The last specimen theft had been in Nibelheim five years ago, when Sephiroth disappeared.
Had he come back?
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The front gates were thrown open and bodies littered the stairs. Reno drew his gun and tensed. At least if something jumped out at him, he wouldn’t be able to feel it when it mutilated him beyond all recognition.
He used his clearance card for the elevator and went strait to the president’s office. Two of the security guards that were remaining escorted him to the nervous fat-ass, though he wasn’t quite as comically heavy as Hedigger.
“Where’s Tseng and Reeves?” Reno asked.
“Searching for the prisoners,” the president replied tensely. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief with his initials on it and placed it neatly back into his pocket. “I saw him.”
“Him?” Reno asked, trying to sound dubious to cover his exhausting high. What time was it anyway? Ten? Eleven?
“Sephiroth. Through the security cameras, lurking around in Hojo’s lab.”
Whatever you’re on, please share it… Reno thought, keeping a perfectly strait face. Movement in the window overlooking the upper plate caught his eye. A dim reflection, ready to pounce.
Reno drew his gun and whipped around, but nothing was there. He turned back to the president, eyes wide.
There hadn’t been a single cry, and somehow both guards were on the ground, blood and pieces of their trachea pouring out their mouths and throats. A tall man in a black long coat with sweeping silver hair was standing on President ShinRa’s desk, calmly wiping the blood off of his impossibly long murasame with the very handkerchief that had been in the president’s red overcoat, initials and all.
“Back off, fuck-face!” Reno ordered, hastily and shakily aiming the gun at this mysteriously violent intruder. Point blank range. Buzzed as he was, he could still make this shot.
The stranger only made a small smile in amusement and with a flick of the wrist, threw the handkerchief back at the president, who was too petrified to even whimper in fear. Reno smelled piss.
The man raised his sword and Reno pulled the trigger. No bullet ensued. His jaw dropped. The man’s sword was stuffed neatly into the barrel of the gun with a strike that was too fast and accurate to even see, let alone react to.
The stranger once again made a small smile and twisted the sword inside the gun. Some mathematically microscopically possible law of physics caused the gun to shatter into many sharp pieces, slicing Reno’s hand as it clattered to the ground.
Reno could only look at his bloody hand in shock. Blood of his own had always mesmerized him, even to an erotic extent sometimes. This marvelously wicked stranger had made him bleed in such a subtle and clean way that it left him standing there stupefied. That and he had just done the near impossible with a sword against a firearm.
“D-don’t kill me Sephiroth!!” the president was begging pitifully. “What do you want?! Money?! Materia?! You can have it all, just ple-he-he-hease don’t kill me!”
Sephiroth almost laughed. “You don’t have the Materia I want, you pitiful glutton. The Planet has no further use for you. Return to it and become a slave of your own sloth!”
He used his boot to shove the president’s face into his desk and plunged the murasame into the whimpering coward’s back, giving a twist to make sure it hurt. A pain filled gurgle rose up from the late president as a pool of blood began to grow beneath his lips. Then he died, in a puddle of his own blood and urine.
Sephiroth left the sword inside the corpse and turned towards Reno, who was still wondering if he could feel his hands and feet anymore. The general consensus was no. “Kill me cleanly,” he requested simply.
“You do not fear death?” Sephiroth asked.
Reno shook his head slowly.
“So it is pain that you fear?”
Reno tried to laugh, but it came out more like a, “Ptch!”
Sephiroth seemed amused by this. “My mother must travel to the Reunion by a different, physical means, but you…”
Reno blinked. “Hold on, man-…”
Frantic footsteps were suddenly tromping up the stairs behind them. “The blood trail goes up this way!”
Blood trail? For the first time, Reno saw that it was Sephiroth who committed the specimen theft indeed. One of Hojo’s bloody experiments was leaned up against a pillar, a serial number tag still dangling off of its headless body. “Jenova,” it read.
The footsteps and the shout brought Reno back into the sense of time. Barely five minutes had passed since he got here. Rufus would arrive shortly in his helicopter and find his father dead. He’d want answers.
Reno looked to Sephiroth, a little confused. He didn’t have the resources to kill him—not up against that kind of skill. In fact, Reno wasn’t really sure he even wanted to.
“I see,” Sephiroth said with a nod. He put his hand over Reno’s face and a black dreamless sleep consumed him. The people the footsteps belonged to, the dead president and the headless specimen slipped away from his conscious thought and Reno drifted into a cozy oblivion for the moment….
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*I told you not to read it if you wanted to skip strait to the smut…*
*I kicked myself in the ass for writing this. I said, okay, lets try something besides yoai, but noooooooo, Reno just popped out at me and said, “What the hell are you doing pairing me with Aerith? I’M GAY!!!” And he most certainly is I have concluded, after a long and hard think. (Can you smell the smoke from your computer screen far far away from my cluttered haven in NY???) So forgive me for humiliating him so, but it must be done because it just turned out that way. ^.^ I’m so bad!*
Part One: The Masochist
Reno didn’t budge when his cell phone went off on the table. His brain was a little sluggish to react from the vycodin and vodka spread out on the coffee table in front of him. The razor blade hovered just a millimeter away from that pretty blue vein in his wrist in hesitation. Though he despised being interrupted during his self-destructive binges, his job obligated him to be on call 24/7. Unless he really wanted to commit suicide in a few moments, he was going to have to force himself to answer that goddamn phone.
It hurt too good to die right now.
After the fifth ring, Reno chucked the razor across the room in frustration and fumbled for the cell. “What?! What do you want?!” he snapped.
“Reno, get your ass down here right now, we have a crisis,” a cool voice hissed urgently.
“Rufus, you know I love it when you get in that kind of mood…” Reno laughed cruelly, trying to button his shirt and unroll his sleeves to cover unhealed scabs and cuts.
“I’m serious Reno, there’s been a break-in, five escapes and a specimen robbery!”
“So… what happened to all that high tech security that Scarlet loves to brag about?” Reno asked, struggling with the buttons. His fingers were numb and shaking. He would be a lousy shot tonight.
“Wiped out,” Rufus said grimly. “My father is still up there, and don’t think I haven’t called Tseng and Reeves. I’m even coming there by helicopter myself, so you better be there in five minutes to get the situation under control or your ass is fired, got it?”
“Mhm…” Reno mumbled, pulling his blue blazer on and stuffing a gun and his electromag rod in their hoisters.
“What was that?”
“Yes sir,” he said in a mocking tone, hanging up with a snort. He jumped into his black corvette, forgetting to lock his apartment door. The welcome smell of stale cigarettes and “fresh pine” air freshener swirled into his oversensitive nostrils and wouldn’t really let the seriousness of the situation sink in.
In the history of ShinRa, there really has never been a disaster of this scale in the main headquarters. In his drunken weariness, a thought occurred to him. The last specimen theft had been in Nibelheim five years ago, when Sephiroth disappeared.
Had he come back?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**************
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The front gates were thrown open and bodies littered the stairs. Reno drew his gun and tensed. At least if something jumped out at him, he wouldn’t be able to feel it when it mutilated him beyond all recognition.
He used his clearance card for the elevator and went strait to the president’s office. Two of the security guards that were remaining escorted him to the nervous fat-ass, though he wasn’t quite as comically heavy as Hedigger.
“Where’s Tseng and Reeves?” Reno asked.
“Searching for the prisoners,” the president replied tensely. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief with his initials on it and placed it neatly back into his pocket. “I saw him.”
“Him?” Reno asked, trying to sound dubious to cover his exhausting high. What time was it anyway? Ten? Eleven?
“Sephiroth. Through the security cameras, lurking around in Hojo’s lab.”
Whatever you’re on, please share it… Reno thought, keeping a perfectly strait face. Movement in the window overlooking the upper plate caught his eye. A dim reflection, ready to pounce.
Reno drew his gun and whipped around, but nothing was there. He turned back to the president, eyes wide.
There hadn’t been a single cry, and somehow both guards were on the ground, blood and pieces of their trachea pouring out their mouths and throats. A tall man in a black long coat with sweeping silver hair was standing on President ShinRa’s desk, calmly wiping the blood off of his impossibly long murasame with the very handkerchief that had been in the president’s red overcoat, initials and all.
“Back off, fuck-face!” Reno ordered, hastily and shakily aiming the gun at this mysteriously violent intruder. Point blank range. Buzzed as he was, he could still make this shot.
The stranger only made a small smile in amusement and with a flick of the wrist, threw the handkerchief back at the president, who was too petrified to even whimper in fear. Reno smelled piss.
The man raised his sword and Reno pulled the trigger. No bullet ensued. His jaw dropped. The man’s sword was stuffed neatly into the barrel of the gun with a strike that was too fast and accurate to even see, let alone react to.
The stranger once again made a small smile and twisted the sword inside the gun. Some mathematically microscopically possible law of physics caused the gun to shatter into many sharp pieces, slicing Reno’s hand as it clattered to the ground.
Reno could only look at his bloody hand in shock. Blood of his own had always mesmerized him, even to an erotic extent sometimes. This marvelously wicked stranger had made him bleed in such a subtle and clean way that it left him standing there stupefied. That and he had just done the near impossible with a sword against a firearm.
“D-don’t kill me Sephiroth!!” the president was begging pitifully. “What do you want?! Money?! Materia?! You can have it all, just ple-he-he-hease don’t kill me!”
Sephiroth almost laughed. “You don’t have the Materia I want, you pitiful glutton. The Planet has no further use for you. Return to it and become a slave of your own sloth!”
He used his boot to shove the president’s face into his desk and plunged the murasame into the whimpering coward’s back, giving a twist to make sure it hurt. A pain filled gurgle rose up from the late president as a pool of blood began to grow beneath his lips. Then he died, in a puddle of his own blood and urine.
Sephiroth left the sword inside the corpse and turned towards Reno, who was still wondering if he could feel his hands and feet anymore. The general consensus was no. “Kill me cleanly,” he requested simply.
“You do not fear death?” Sephiroth asked.
Reno shook his head slowly.
“So it is pain that you fear?”
Reno tried to laugh, but it came out more like a, “Ptch!”
Sephiroth seemed amused by this. “My mother must travel to the Reunion by a different, physical means, but you…”
Reno blinked. “Hold on, man-…”
Frantic footsteps were suddenly tromping up the stairs behind them. “The blood trail goes up this way!”
Blood trail? For the first time, Reno saw that it was Sephiroth who committed the specimen theft indeed. One of Hojo’s bloody experiments was leaned up against a pillar, a serial number tag still dangling off of its headless body. “Jenova,” it read.
The footsteps and the shout brought Reno back into the sense of time. Barely five minutes had passed since he got here. Rufus would arrive shortly in his helicopter and find his father dead. He’d want answers.
Reno looked to Sephiroth, a little confused. He didn’t have the resources to kill him—not up against that kind of skill. In fact, Reno wasn’t really sure he even wanted to.
“I see,” Sephiroth said with a nod. He put his hand over Reno’s face and a black dreamless sleep consumed him. The people the footsteps belonged to, the dead president and the headless specimen slipped away from his conscious thought and Reno drifted into a cozy oblivion for the moment….
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*I told you not to read it if you wanted to skip strait to the smut…*