#redreno

“I know. I never asked to be the one to track you down. How do you think it makes me feel? We’ve worked together mutable times and it’s unfair to have to hunt someone down, who I see as a friend.” What should he do? Should he just— do his job? Shoot him and get it over with? Reno was gripping his gun so tightly, that his hand was hurting. His gun pointing at Zack— and by now, Reno’s hands were shaking and his breathing was uneven. F U C K

“I don’t want to believe the rumors..I don’t want to hurt you. Is it true that you and Cloud were test subjects? Is that why he’s not responsive?” Reno lowered his gun–but he didn’t put it away. “You look like shit..”

“I’m sure you know that the Turks aren’t just the ones after us either,” he said, eyebrows calmly arching upwards at the gun that the other carried.  The SOLDIER’s tone was like gravel, frustration and exhaustion hanging off every word.  “Let me assure you this: there are not enough bullets in that gun for you to kill me.  Put it away.”

Whether or not it was a bluff, Zack wasn’t even sure.  He’d been shot at as he had fled Nibelheim.  One bullet was still embedded into his flesh, his body healing over it too rapidly for him to do anything about it.    

Zack frowned.  “He’s got mako poisoning,” he admitted, his sword raised but his overly charged blue eyes gazing away.  “It’s bad.”  Part of him hated to admit it, but he had figured Cloud was only going to survive for a few more weeks if Zack couldn’t find him any help.  

Noct could just watch the other when he started to take care of the wound on his arm. It was obvious that Reno blamed himself. He did not even have to comment. But Noct was careless and did not pay attention. It was not his job to take care that Noctis does not kill himself by running headlong into a fight.

“No, don’t worry about it okay? Nothing’s your fault.” He stated but hissed the moment the redhead cleaned the wound. “You’re doing fine without potions, trust me.” he gave him a weak smile and kept his gaze up to watch the other being concentrated on taking care of him.

“Reno, I’m sorry. I was careless and you are worried now.“

“Reno!” Vincent hisses as he drops to his knees beside the thrashing Turk. He’s bound to draw more attention to himself if he keeps shouting. The monsters that call this place home are no doubt already smell the blood, already sense that this prey has been left in a helpless situation-- and if those screams don’t get him killed, this desperate thrashing is bound to reopen several of the wounds that paint his broken body. 

Tseng simply rose a brow at the redhead, passing over the file and turning to go with a weary sigh. “No, Reno, that will be all. Thank you. If you need any help or permissions to deal with whatever you find, just let me know.”

“Yeah..” He paused for a long moment. “Can’t say I have anyone like that..unless you count Rude and I dunno where he is, currently.”

He nodded slowly, not really able to look Reno in the eye after everything he’d put the red head through. “Perhaps if...” He stopped then. There was no reason to bring it up now, it changed nothing. The what if’s: If he’d had parents; if his friends had not abandoned him; if he’d been allowed to be human... Maybe he wouldn’t have lost his grip, became the monster he had been told he was.

A black brow rose as Tseng looked down at him, “Reno, did you just squeak?”

They had only been seated for nine minutes, yes- Rude did count, and the red pilot where already making an escape. He had been around Reno long enough that he didn't have to look to his side to notice the small shift of exit. The firm hand intercepted almost mechanically. Sending a clear message. And once Reno's muscles relaxed and sunk down, the glove clad hand were removed just as discreetly.

The smallest sign of a jaw stretch was Rude's way to tell to his partner that he wasn't gonna let him leave all the administration work to him -not this time- without interrupting the woman's speech. He did expect being the one who was gonna fill in most of the papers, double check the facts, and remember what had been said, but this was a two person job. If Reno could survive through the whole meeting he's sure the redhead will have picked up a couple of things about these new partners to WRO. Being something of worth or not, there could be some gossip fuel to get from here.

Fight Over... || ACCEPTING

Pain was all he was aware of. Any memory of the incident preceding this was completely lost to him. As Cloud lay on the hard concrete battered, bleeding and dazed, he tried his hardest to get up only for his trembling arms to give out under his weight.

What happened?