Post by Anime Monster on Jun 30, 2007 0:31:23 GMT -5
This is fic is also posted on ffvii_yaoi and adultfanfiction.net, it also has a sequel that's in the above teen board...
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any part of the Final Fantasy VII series or the Final Fantasy series. I make no money off of this.
Author’s Note: This fic was inspired by the lyrics from the song “The World I Know” by Collective Soul. For some reason the song was screaming at me to write Reno, so I gave it what it wanted without a fight. Enjoy.
Warnings: mild Shounen-ai/Yaoi/Slash, Spoilers (major for game, mild for Advent Children, mild spoilers for the opening of Dirge of Cerberus), language, mild violence, alcohol
Summary: Reno in a bar after Diamond Weapon’s attack thinking Rufus is dead.
Rating: T
I tossed back the first shot with all intents of getting so drunk that I had to use the bar stool as a walker to leave the bar. I knew, however, that what I really wanted was to sit alone and slowly drink myself into oblivion, rather than walk out of the bar still conscious.
“Beer, and keep them coming,” I say to the bartender. She’s a pretty woman with golden blond hair tied in a bun to keep it out of the drinks and blue eyes, on a normal day I would endeavor to try to get her phone number, just to prove that I could, even though I would have no intention of calling her, a fact she would have already known. On a normal day Rude would be at my side trying to drink me under the table.
Today wasn’t a normal day. This wasn’t an evening of drinks after a long days work with Rude, Elena, and/or Tseng. There may never be another evening of drinks with Tseng, his condition was still critical, Sephiroth’s sword inflicted some unknown magical status that made it impossible to use Restore materia on him. What happened to Tseng, though was months ago.
I looked up at the television, instead of some sports event, the bar is showing news coverage. The destruction of the Shinra tower visible and he drained his glass, to block the image. Setting it on the counter, I picked up the new glass already sitting there and continue to drink.
Meteor is shining in the skies above the ruined tower, it looked like it was going to finish Midgar off. It seemed like just yesterday that he had dropped the Sector Seven plate, now the city was in chaos. People were streaming out of the city heading towards Kalm if they didn’t have a way across the swamp and to Junon if they did. The meadows and fields surrounding Kalm and the chocobo ranch were starting to look like tent cities.
I drain another glass as I watched the reports, grabbing the third glass waiting for me.
“Rescue and evacuation efforts are underway on the plate as officials are urging all people who are able to either help with the rescue of survivors in the Shinra tower or leave the city as soon as possible.”
I drain my glass in surprise, people survived in the tower? Looking at the images I could see some way people to survive, but the only one I cared about was gone, there’s no way he could have survived. The television shows a close up on the destroyed upper floors and I see the huge gaping hole where Rufus’ office should be. I drain my fourth, or is it the fifth glass, again to block out the images.
‘Was he scared,’ I thought to myself. ‘Did he see his entire life before his eyes? Did he call for help? Did he have regrets?’ All these questions rushed through my head as I slowly drank the next glass, I hadn’t been in the bar for more that thirty minutes and I was already feeling a bit drunk, so much for the slow journey to oblivion.
I turned away from the television and watched a pair of drunks down on the other end of the bar get into a fight over something. I think about joining for the pure hell of it, but the idea loses its allure as fast as it came. So I watch, dodging a shot glass that came sailing from one of the men. The bartender is getting mad, she’s grabbing something under the counter. I drain another glass as she pulls out a shotgun and aims it at the two drunks. Rufus preferred a shotgun.
d**n I must have been drunker than I thought if I couldn’t keep a hold of my damned feelings. She doesn’t have to shoot the two drunks, no they take her suggestion and leave the bar, she returns the shotgun to beneath the bar and pours me another drink.
Without the entertainment of the fighting drunks I turned back to the television. They’re back onto the rescue efforts. I hear someone shout “That’s the last of them,” as a heliplane lands. The camera zooms in and I recognize the Wutai girl that is part of Cloud’s little group, Yuffers or something, what are they doing?
“Come on, hurry up, and try not to drop anyone this time!” she shouts, she’s coordinating the rescue efforts? Does Cloud and the rest of AVALANCH know that she’s helping Shinra employees, the camera zooms in as firefighters move someone. I didn’t even need to see the man’s face, all I saw was that white suit. I didn’t hear anything else.
I sobered up quick and turned to the bartender, “Do you know where they’re taking the injured from the tower?” I asked quickly as I paid my tab. She shook her head and I cursed.
I just about ran out the door, passed the two drunks, now passed out on the sidewalk. As I run, I’m not even aware of pulling out my cellphone. Elena’s number is first so I dial.
“Hello,” she says on the other end?
“Elena, do you know where the survivors of Shinra tower were taken? Particularly the injured?” I pray she knows, she usually does know that kind of information.
“Yeah, they have a refugee camp set up outside of the Sector 3 slums, there’s a hospital there for the injured,” she said. She pauses, “Though I heard the more critically injured are being taken to Kalm.”
“I’ll check the refugee hospital first, call Rude and meet me there, and don’t ask questions,” I say into the phone, hanging up. I don’t even hear the sirens in the distance, or the helicopters over head, all I hear are my feet on the pavement as I take all the shortcuts I know to get to the Sector 3 slums.
I reach the refugee camp and ask about the hospital that Elena had told me about, one of the rescue workers point in the direction of the only building with electrical power. I run over there, not even feeling the fatigue I should be feeling from running across Midgar from the far side of the Sector eight slums.
I reach the building and ask another rescue worker about a man in a white trench coat that was brought here. “Yeah, he’s in triage, do you know anything about healing?”
I don’t even answer her question as I follow the signs to where they’re doing triage. It looks like a battlefield. I worry that I’ll never find him and if I do that he’ll be dead by the time I do. I find out he’s alive only to find out that he is truly dead.
“Reno,” I turn to see Tseng, Elena, and Rude running towards me.
“Tseng?”
“What was so important that you couldn’t even tell us about it until we got here?”
I ignore the question, despite the fact that Tseng is my superior, looking around, looking for a hint of white amongst the army issue green and the red. There’s a lot of white, bandages, shirts, but I’m not--I pause, my eyes fixed on a man lying a few beds down. There’s a nurse setting up an IV drip and another wrapping bandages around his neck and head. I run over there, not even needing to look back to know the other three are following me.
I weave in and out of patients, nurses, doctors, rescue workers, and other people as I get closer and closer. Finally, I see for myself, and the other three realize why I was in such a rush, why I refused to answer their questions.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t have believed you if you told me,” Elena said.
I turned to the nurse, “What are his injuries?”
“Blood lost from cuts on his neck, burns including a third degree one to his left eye, concussion, and various breaks to his appendages. He’s lucky to be alive,” she said as she and the other nurse began setting his arms.
“Lucky is right,” I say as Elena and I began work on setting one of his legs as Tseng and Rude worked on the other. Now that we were there, Rufus couldn’t die, we wouldn’t let him die before us.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any part of the Final Fantasy VII series or the Final Fantasy series. I make no money off of this.
Author’s Note: This fic was inspired by the lyrics from the song “The World I Know” by Collective Soul. For some reason the song was screaming at me to write Reno, so I gave it what it wanted without a fight. Enjoy.
Warnings: mild Shounen-ai/Yaoi/Slash, Spoilers (major for game, mild for Advent Children, mild spoilers for the opening of Dirge of Cerberus), language, mild violence, alcohol
Summary: Reno in a bar after Diamond Weapon’s attack thinking Rufus is dead.
Rating: T
The World I Know
“Has our conscience shown? / Has the sweet breeze blown? / Has all the kindness gone? / Hope still lingers on. / I drink myself of newfound pity / Sitting alone in New York City / And I don’t know why.
“Are we listening? / Hymns of offering. / Have we eyes to see? / Love is gathering. / All the words that I’ve been reading / Have now started the act of bleeding / Into one. / Into one.
“So I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below. / And I laugh at myself / While the tears roll down. / ‘Cause it’s the world I know. / Oh, It’s the world I known
“I drink myself a new found pity / Sitting alone in New York City / And I don’t know why. / Don’t know why.
“So I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below. / And I laugh at myself / While the tears roll down. / ‘Cause it’s the world I know. / Oh, it’s the world I know.
“Yeah, so I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below. / And I laugh at myself / While the tears roll down. / ‘Cause it’s the world I know. / Oh’ it’s the world I know.”
--“The World I Know” Collective Soul
“Has our conscience shown? / Has the sweet breeze blown? / Has all the kindness gone? / Hope still lingers on. / I drink myself of newfound pity / Sitting alone in New York City / And I don’t know why.
“Are we listening? / Hymns of offering. / Have we eyes to see? / Love is gathering. / All the words that I’ve been reading / Have now started the act of bleeding / Into one. / Into one.
“So I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below. / And I laugh at myself / While the tears roll down. / ‘Cause it’s the world I know. / Oh, It’s the world I known
“I drink myself a new found pity / Sitting alone in New York City / And I don’t know why. / Don’t know why.
“So I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below. / And I laugh at myself / While the tears roll down. / ‘Cause it’s the world I know. / Oh, it’s the world I know.
“Yeah, so I walk up on high / And I step to the edge / To see my world below. / And I laugh at myself / While the tears roll down. / ‘Cause it’s the world I know. / Oh’ it’s the world I know.”
--“The World I Know” Collective Soul
I tossed back the first shot with all intents of getting so drunk that I had to use the bar stool as a walker to leave the bar. I knew, however, that what I really wanted was to sit alone and slowly drink myself into oblivion, rather than walk out of the bar still conscious.
“Beer, and keep them coming,” I say to the bartender. She’s a pretty woman with golden blond hair tied in a bun to keep it out of the drinks and blue eyes, on a normal day I would endeavor to try to get her phone number, just to prove that I could, even though I would have no intention of calling her, a fact she would have already known. On a normal day Rude would be at my side trying to drink me under the table.
Today wasn’t a normal day. This wasn’t an evening of drinks after a long days work with Rude, Elena, and/or Tseng. There may never be another evening of drinks with Tseng, his condition was still critical, Sephiroth’s sword inflicted some unknown magical status that made it impossible to use Restore materia on him. What happened to Tseng, though was months ago.
I looked up at the television, instead of some sports event, the bar is showing news coverage. The destruction of the Shinra tower visible and he drained his glass, to block the image. Setting it on the counter, I picked up the new glass already sitting there and continue to drink.
Meteor is shining in the skies above the ruined tower, it looked like it was going to finish Midgar off. It seemed like just yesterday that he had dropped the Sector Seven plate, now the city was in chaos. People were streaming out of the city heading towards Kalm if they didn’t have a way across the swamp and to Junon if they did. The meadows and fields surrounding Kalm and the chocobo ranch were starting to look like tent cities.
I drain another glass as I watched the reports, grabbing the third glass waiting for me.
“Rescue and evacuation efforts are underway on the plate as officials are urging all people who are able to either help with the rescue of survivors in the Shinra tower or leave the city as soon as possible.”
I drain my glass in surprise, people survived in the tower? Looking at the images I could see some way people to survive, but the only one I cared about was gone, there’s no way he could have survived. The television shows a close up on the destroyed upper floors and I see the huge gaping hole where Rufus’ office should be. I drain my fourth, or is it the fifth glass, again to block out the images.
‘Was he scared,’ I thought to myself. ‘Did he see his entire life before his eyes? Did he call for help? Did he have regrets?’ All these questions rushed through my head as I slowly drank the next glass, I hadn’t been in the bar for more that thirty minutes and I was already feeling a bit drunk, so much for the slow journey to oblivion.
I turned away from the television and watched a pair of drunks down on the other end of the bar get into a fight over something. I think about joining for the pure hell of it, but the idea loses its allure as fast as it came. So I watch, dodging a shot glass that came sailing from one of the men. The bartender is getting mad, she’s grabbing something under the counter. I drain another glass as she pulls out a shotgun and aims it at the two drunks. Rufus preferred a shotgun.
d**n I must have been drunker than I thought if I couldn’t keep a hold of my damned feelings. She doesn’t have to shoot the two drunks, no they take her suggestion and leave the bar, she returns the shotgun to beneath the bar and pours me another drink.
Without the entertainment of the fighting drunks I turned back to the television. They’re back onto the rescue efforts. I hear someone shout “That’s the last of them,” as a heliplane lands. The camera zooms in and I recognize the Wutai girl that is part of Cloud’s little group, Yuffers or something, what are they doing?
“Come on, hurry up, and try not to drop anyone this time!” she shouts, she’s coordinating the rescue efforts? Does Cloud and the rest of AVALANCH know that she’s helping Shinra employees, the camera zooms in as firefighters move someone. I didn’t even need to see the man’s face, all I saw was that white suit. I didn’t hear anything else.
I sobered up quick and turned to the bartender, “Do you know where they’re taking the injured from the tower?” I asked quickly as I paid my tab. She shook her head and I cursed.
I just about ran out the door, passed the two drunks, now passed out on the sidewalk. As I run, I’m not even aware of pulling out my cellphone. Elena’s number is first so I dial.
“Hello,” she says on the other end?
“Elena, do you know where the survivors of Shinra tower were taken? Particularly the injured?” I pray she knows, she usually does know that kind of information.
“Yeah, they have a refugee camp set up outside of the Sector 3 slums, there’s a hospital there for the injured,” she said. She pauses, “Though I heard the more critically injured are being taken to Kalm.”
“I’ll check the refugee hospital first, call Rude and meet me there, and don’t ask questions,” I say into the phone, hanging up. I don’t even hear the sirens in the distance, or the helicopters over head, all I hear are my feet on the pavement as I take all the shortcuts I know to get to the Sector 3 slums.
I reach the refugee camp and ask about the hospital that Elena had told me about, one of the rescue workers point in the direction of the only building with electrical power. I run over there, not even feeling the fatigue I should be feeling from running across Midgar from the far side of the Sector eight slums.
I reach the building and ask another rescue worker about a man in a white trench coat that was brought here. “Yeah, he’s in triage, do you know anything about healing?”
I don’t even answer her question as I follow the signs to where they’re doing triage. It looks like a battlefield. I worry that I’ll never find him and if I do that he’ll be dead by the time I do. I find out he’s alive only to find out that he is truly dead.
“Reno,” I turn to see Tseng, Elena, and Rude running towards me.
“Tseng?”
“What was so important that you couldn’t even tell us about it until we got here?”
I ignore the question, despite the fact that Tseng is my superior, looking around, looking for a hint of white amongst the army issue green and the red. There’s a lot of white, bandages, shirts, but I’m not--I pause, my eyes fixed on a man lying a few beds down. There’s a nurse setting up an IV drip and another wrapping bandages around his neck and head. I run over there, not even needing to look back to know the other three are following me.
I weave in and out of patients, nurses, doctors, rescue workers, and other people as I get closer and closer. Finally, I see for myself, and the other three realize why I was in such a rush, why I refused to answer their questions.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t have believed you if you told me,” Elena said.
I turned to the nurse, “What are his injuries?”
“Blood lost from cuts on his neck, burns including a third degree one to his left eye, concussion, and various breaks to his appendages. He’s lucky to be alive,” she said as she and the other nurse began setting his arms.
“Lucky is right,” I say as Elena and I began work on setting one of his legs as Tseng and Rude worked on the other. Now that we were there, Rufus couldn’t die, we wouldn’t let him die before us.