Word Prompts foundation, ammunition, and larcenous

[brutal_priestess]

 Sorry for the delay between entries. 

....assuming someone's reading these.....

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fandom: FF7

characters: Tseng, references to Rufus and Reno

pairings: strongly implied Renoru

rating: PG

 

[FIC: word prompt #2 ammunition]

 

Tseng frowned as he watched them. He'd known for awhile, simply from being observant, but now they were being far too obvious. If they walked any closer together, they'd be holding hands; if they spoke any more intimately, they'd be kissing. 

 

Personally, he didn't care. Rufus's private affairs were none of his concern, and despite his appearance, Reno was a professional above all. He was loyal to the Turks and loyal to Shinra. In a way, Tseng considered Reno's affection for Rufus an extension of that loyalty. 

 

However, there was no telling how long the president would turn a blind eye to his son carrying on with such a high ranking employee. He didn't care that Rufus was homosexual, but he did care that his occasionally patricidal son was closely associated with one of the Turks. Certainly, their relationship was as innocent as any between two people so passionately in love, but just the same.... It was best for the president to assume it was a casual affair. Men had needs, even workaholics in high places, and Tseng took great pains to depict it as such if ever the president expressed wariness. 

 

Yet if they kept conducting themselves in public like a couple besotted teen-agers, Tseng would have to step in. Both would certainly be lectured on discretion in the near future, and if that didn't make a difference, more drastic measures would have to be taken. 

 

 

fandom: FF7

characters: Reno, Rude

pairings: look...odds are unless it says none or some other pairing, there’s gonna be some Renoru reference somewhere.

rating: light R for strong language, one of my patented sparse action scenes, and some deep thoughts.

 

a/n: Somewhat inspired by the scene in AC Complete that features Reno being thoughtful (and looking damn good enough to eat). You know, just like I always said he was. Anyway, it was also inspired by listening to Covenant’s Theremin for a week straight.

 

[FIC: Word prompt #17 larcenous]

 

Reno chased him up the nightclub's catwalk. He was young and fast, but Reno was betting fear spurned him on. The music throbbed through the building, a heavy, harsh electronic sound. The singer's voice sounded cold yet plaintive. Reno wished he didn't have to take him alive. The throbbing bass line would easier muffle the sound of a gunshot. 

 

The earpiece buzzed to life in his left ear and Rude's voice crackled over the staticky signal. "Where the fuck are you?"

 

"Can't talk now. Got the target on the run," Reno panted slightly. 

 

"Remember, we need those schematics he stole," Rude replied. 

 

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm gonna see if I can get him to the roof. No where for him to run, then zap him on low."

 

"Understood. I'll standby for back up."

 

Reno corralled him to the emergency exit. As he joined the chase up the stairs to the roof, he couldn't help shouting up after him. "C'mon man, I only wanna talk to ya."

 

"Fuck you!" The man called over his shoulder. 

 

Reno grinned and slowed his ascent a little to conserve his energy. At this point, there was no real chance of losing him. They hit the night air within moments of each other and Reno strolled toward his mark. 

 

"Ain't nowhere left to go," Reno drawled. "Just hand over what you stole and everything'll be cool."

 

"Yeah right," he snapped, "Like I'm gonna trust the word of a Shinra dog like you."

 

Reno sighed and shook his head. He moved faster toward the man, bringing up his EMR, and thumbing the voltage setting to low (though a bit higher than he'd originally intended to punish the prick's back talk). As Reno came into position, the mark pulled out a bright blue feather a brandished it in front of him. 

 

"Back the fuck up," he snarled. "This is a bolt plume."

 

Reno scowled but stilled his approach. "So what now?"

 

The man grinned nastily. "Hit the deck."

 

With that he tossed down the feather. Reno swore sharply and sprinted back toward the entrance to the stairs. Behind him, there was a crack of lightning and the sound of shattering concrete. 

 

Reno turned back after a moment to observe the damage. There was a small crater in the roof, but not too horrible. Once more his ear piece buzzed to life, much clearer in the open air. 

 

"Target's down. He jumped. What the fuck happened up there? I thought you didn't have materia on you."

 

"He had a bolt plume," Reno replied. "Did he seriously jump?"

 

"Yeah," Rude grunted, "I'm checking out the body right now."

 

"He still alive?"

 

"Barely."

 

"Good."

 

Rude snorted, "You getting soft on me, Reno?"

 

"Nah," He chuckled as he made his way back to the stairs. "Guess it just kinda makes me sad when I'm dealing with these people. I mean what the fuck are they fighting for? Some legends and an idealist notion?"

 

"Who knows."

 

Reno groaned softly. "Fuck it. I'll meet you in the ally behind the club."

 

"Roger. See you soon."

 

Reno entered the stairwell feeling faintly uneasy. Perhaps because he'd seen it all close up in his youth. Angry anti-Shinra activists had pretty words about saving the planet and freeing Midgar from the clutches of the company's "iron fist", but beyond bringing it all down they had no greater plan. Maybe they were hurting the planet and maybe the company was corrupt, but they did a lot of good, too. Hell, they'd given him a chance. He'd been just a slum brat with a crazy ambition. Instead of putting a bullet between his eyes they trained and hired him into one of the company's most prestigious departments. 

 

Reno sighed softly and pushed aside his troubling thoughts. There was no use pleasing some people, after all. He entered back into the nightclub and was assaulted by the heavy bass and flashing lights. 

 

Reno smiled faintly and wondered if Rufus liked to dance. 

 

 

 

Fandom: FF7

characters: Rude, Reno

pairings: none

rating: PG-13 for some language

 

a/n: Yeah, I gave Rude a proper name, mostly cos I can’t imagine any parent naming their child “Rude”. Seriously, when I first played the game, I figured his name was just a clever play on “Rudy”. Also, it seems like there’s a drinking age in the bigger cities that have a profound Shinra influence. A few times in Junon and other bars, the bartender tells Cloud that he looks too young to be drinking. I decided to go with the age of eighteen, since I believe it’s the drinking age in most countries.

 

 

 

[FIC: Word prompt #20: Foundation]

 

He heard sounds upstairs when he walked into his apartment. Someone was listening to the radio and moving about, occasionally singing along to what was playing. Rude frowned, briefly wondering what kind of bullshit break-in this was before remembering he had been assigned a room mate. 

 

He groaned softly. Rude wasn't antisocial, but he tended to keep to himself. He was less then thrilled but decided to make the best of it. 

 

"I'm coming up," Rude shouted as he began to ascend the stairs. 

 

In the bedroom on the second floor he found a ridiculously good-looking young man unpacking a tattered suitcase. He had bright red hair that off set his pale skin starkly and a slender build. 

 

"Yo," He greeted Rude casually as he shoved socks into the top drawer of a dresser. "Name's Reno."

 

He had a weird accent, a sort of rough drawl. As Reno walked up to him he noticed that he had tattoos on his face and bright blue eyes. He looked as exotic as his voice. 

 

"I'm Rude." In fact his name was Rudolpho, but he hadn't used that name in years. 

 

"That your name?" Reno asked with a grin. 

 

"Yeah," Rude nodded. 

 

"Cool. So what's fun to do around here?" 

 

Rude just shrugged. "Not much."

 

Reno laughed, "Yeah. Kinda figured. They got bars, right?"

 

"You don't look old enough to me," Rude replied, eyeing him speculatively. 

 

"Huh?" Reno appeared genuinely confused. 

 

"Drinking age is 18," Rude told him gruffly. "You didn't know?"

 

Reno shrugged sheepishly. Rude wondered where he was from. When he's first laid eyes on him, he'd figured he was from one of the big cities. Now he wasn't so sure. 

 

"You from the country or somethin'?"

 

Reno's eyes widened, and he laughed again, even harder than the first time. "Nah, man. I'm from Midgar, but not a lot of shit gets enforced in the slums."

 

Rude arched an eyebrow. He'd heard that Midgar's slums were rough and if even half of the rumours were true, Reno must be a lot tougher than he looked. 

 

"I'll play it by ear, yo," Reno shrugged. "Wanna come with me?"

 

He almost turned him down, but there was something about Reno. Simply put, he looked like the kind of guy that attracted danger and not always by accident. Rude would feel bad if something happened to him and anyway, he seemed friendly and fun. He could use a night out. 

 

"Alright," Rude grunted. "You should change first."

 

Reno looked down at his outfit, consisting of a black tank top and loose olive green pants. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

 

"You represent Shinra now. At least put on a goddamned shirt."

 

"Alright, alright, unless ya want a free show, care to give me a little privacy?"

 

Rude shrugged and left without another word. He'd grown up in Costa del Sol, so nudity wasn't a big deal to him, but Rude didn't want to come off like he was flirting. Sighing softly, he waited for Reno to join him in the foyer and really hoped he wasn't making a mistake.