(short) FIC: Witness
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brutal_priestessMerry X-mas. Here's some fic. It wouldn't leave me alone.
Young Reno-centric. Pre-Turks.
"Witness"
She was entirely too drunk. Laughing too loud as she flirted with her drinking partner. He was a pimp, had propositioned his mother one time too many, and especially known to go after young women who just hit the city. Many people came to Midgar looking for a better life; most of them ended up in the slums.
Reno knew a little something about everyone who spent time in Wall Market. It had started out as a hobby but quickly became a bit of an obsession.
She returned to the bar with a tipsy swagger and ordered another drink. The regular bartender had stepped out for a couple hours to pick up some supplies, and even though Reno was only thirteen and a barback, he'd put him in charge. He knew how to make all the drinks anyway and most customers liked him well enough.
"Can I give ya a piece of advice?" Reno asked her as he made her drink in front of her.
"Ask away, cutie," she giggled.
"Don't go home with that guy," Reno told her.
"Oh, why not?" She asked cheerily, "He seems nice enough."
"Ain't wise to go by how things seem, yo."
She laughed, then looked him dead in the eye. When she spoke again her voice was clear, even, and devoid of the giggling lush she'd been a second before. "Truer words have never been spoken, my young friend," she winked at him, reached over the bar, and added some seltzer water to her drink to weaken it a little more.
He watched as she slipped back into her role of drunk party girl as she sipped her drink. "Too bad you're not, like, five years older, kiddo or I'd be going home with you!"
Reno chuckled and watched as she swayed off the barstool and back to her table with that scumbag. He wondered what she was doing. Was she a con artist? Some woman seeking revenge for a transgression against a loved one? Despite her faking loss of faculties, Reno kept an eye on her. He couldn't do much if shit got too real, but he was looking for a reason to punch that sick bastard in his smug face.
They were leaving by the time his boss came back and he asked to be able to leave for a couple hours, citing family emergency. Since it wasn't busy, Reno's request was granted and he left to tail the pair.
She fell against him, whispered something into his ear, and they headed to a tangle of back alleys known to be a haven for teen-agers looking to get off a quickie and the occasional reckless prostitute/John hookup.
Reno swore softly, quickened his pace and fingered the knife in his pocket. He'd been following quite a few feet behind them and when they turned down a couple alleys, he lost them.
"Shit," Reno swore some more,"Shit, shit, shit!"
He thought long and hard about looking for them. She was in over her head, no matter who she was, but Reno was not exactly the greatest fighter, either. He could scrap, but he was sure protecting her would take more than a few sucker punches or a kick in the balls.
A cry of pain startled him into action, even if it was the wrong gender he was expecting. Reno sprinted toward the sound and found them in a dead end ally. The scene awaiting him wasn't the one he was expecting. She stood over him, her stance relaxed despite slightly tensed shoulders. In her hand was an EMR; on that bastard's neck was a burn from her weapon. He was still alive, but he wouldn't be getting up for awhile. She nudged him with the toe of her shoe, and when he didn't respond with anything but a slight twitch, she whipped out a PHS and pressed a button.
"Mr. Slick has been subdued," She spoke in a crisp, curt manner, "We'll be back soon."
It was then that Reno noticed the crimson Shinra brand logo on the handle of her weapon. As his suspicion grew, the woman suddenly began to speak to him.
"I suggest you forget what you've seen today," she told Reno.
"Who are you?" Reno asked curiously.
"Elektra of the Turks," She smirked. "Thanks, by the way."
"For what?" Reno asked.
"Looking out for me. Normally I'd arrest you for what you'd just seen, but for you, I'll make an exception."
Reno nodded at her, then turned to run back to the bar. A bullet didn't burrow its way into his back. Reno began to think of the future....
Finis.
Young Reno-centric. Pre-Turks.
"Witness"
She was entirely too drunk. Laughing too loud as she flirted with her drinking partner. He was a pimp, had propositioned his mother one time too many, and especially known to go after young women who just hit the city. Many people came to Midgar looking for a better life; most of them ended up in the slums.
Reno knew a little something about everyone who spent time in Wall Market. It had started out as a hobby but quickly became a bit of an obsession.
She returned to the bar with a tipsy swagger and ordered another drink. The regular bartender had stepped out for a couple hours to pick up some supplies, and even though Reno was only thirteen and a barback, he'd put him in charge. He knew how to make all the drinks anyway and most customers liked him well enough.
"Can I give ya a piece of advice?" Reno asked her as he made her drink in front of her.
"Ask away, cutie," she giggled.
"Don't go home with that guy," Reno told her.
"Oh, why not?" She asked cheerily, "He seems nice enough."
"Ain't wise to go by how things seem, yo."
She laughed, then looked him dead in the eye. When she spoke again her voice was clear, even, and devoid of the giggling lush she'd been a second before. "Truer words have never been spoken, my young friend," she winked at him, reached over the bar, and added some seltzer water to her drink to weaken it a little more.
He watched as she slipped back into her role of drunk party girl as she sipped her drink. "Too bad you're not, like, five years older, kiddo or I'd be going home with you!"
Reno chuckled and watched as she swayed off the barstool and back to her table with that scumbag. He wondered what she was doing. Was she a con artist? Some woman seeking revenge for a transgression against a loved one? Despite her faking loss of faculties, Reno kept an eye on her. He couldn't do much if shit got too real, but he was looking for a reason to punch that sick bastard in his smug face.
They were leaving by the time his boss came back and he asked to be able to leave for a couple hours, citing family emergency. Since it wasn't busy, Reno's request was granted and he left to tail the pair.
She fell against him, whispered something into his ear, and they headed to a tangle of back alleys known to be a haven for teen-agers looking to get off a quickie and the occasional reckless prostitute/John hookup.
Reno swore softly, quickened his pace and fingered the knife in his pocket. He'd been following quite a few feet behind them and when they turned down a couple alleys, he lost them.
"Shit," Reno swore some more,"Shit, shit, shit!"
He thought long and hard about looking for them. She was in over her head, no matter who she was, but Reno was not exactly the greatest fighter, either. He could scrap, but he was sure protecting her would take more than a few sucker punches or a kick in the balls.
A cry of pain startled him into action, even if it was the wrong gender he was expecting. Reno sprinted toward the sound and found them in a dead end ally. The scene awaiting him wasn't the one he was expecting. She stood over him, her stance relaxed despite slightly tensed shoulders. In her hand was an EMR; on that bastard's neck was a burn from her weapon. He was still alive, but he wouldn't be getting up for awhile. She nudged him with the toe of her shoe, and when he didn't respond with anything but a slight twitch, she whipped out a PHS and pressed a button.
"Mr. Slick has been subdued," She spoke in a crisp, curt manner, "We'll be back soon."
It was then that Reno noticed the crimson Shinra brand logo on the handle of her weapon. As his suspicion grew, the woman suddenly began to speak to him.
"I suggest you forget what you've seen today," she told Reno.
"Who are you?" Reno asked curiously.
"Elektra of the Turks," She smirked. "Thanks, by the way."
"For what?" Reno asked.
"Looking out for me. Normally I'd arrest you for what you'd just seen, but for you, I'll make an exception."
Reno nodded at her, then turned to run back to the bar. A bullet didn't burrow its way into his back. Reno began to think of the future....
Finis.
