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[FIC] FF7: Fulfilling Obligations
Because my Rufus/Reno carporn just don't want to be written down yet. Argh.
Fulfilling Obligations
Pairing: Implied Rufus/Reeve.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 579
Summary: ‘The President is dead.’ Pre-AC, during the game.
The door slammed, an unending echo in the silence of the room. Reeve sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he heard the ‘click’ of the lock. It seemed they didn’t manage to take Cait Sith’s controls. Speaking of that… he took the controls out, flicking off the microphone that transmitted sound to AVALANCHE. He had no doubt that they would be rather displeased if they hear this.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself even as the scene slammed into him with renewed ferocity. The Weapon’s last shot crashing into the President’s, no, he corrected himself, Rufus’s, office. The fire and the explosion and the sinking feeling in his heart when he realized that there was no way Rufus could have survived. The President had died.
Reeve shakily drew in another breath as he slid down the wall and buried his face in his hands. He had forcefully shoved his emotions down when he realized what Hojo's plans were, but it seemed that he had done a pretty poor job. Scarlet had noticed. Reeve supposed he should be glad that she didn’t think much of it. She was a manipulative bitch, and would probably badger him about him even if the world were ending. When the world were ending.
Something wet and salty hit his lips, and, lifting a hand to his face, he realized that it was tears. He was crying and he didn’t realize it. Rufus would have reproached him about that… Rufus would…
‘The President is dead.’
Heidegger’s words rang through his mind again, the harsh, uncaring tone reverberating around his head until he wanted to kill the man for daring… for daring to actually dismissing Rufus’s death so easily. He clenched his fists, shaking his head and laughing at himself for he was a hypocrite. Was he not the same? Did he not utterly ignore Rufus’s death until now? He was an utter hypocrite.
A laugh escaped his throat, mirthless and sounding more of a choked sob. He chuckled bitterly as he pressed his forehead against the wall, hands balling into useless fists and futilely hitting the concrete. Tears streamed down his face even as he screamed in his head, screaming about his worthlessness, his helplessness, screaming of the grief of losing a lover. He bit his lip too hard, and coppery blood filled his mouth in an effort not to sob, not to scream because Rufus wouldn’t have wanted that because showing emotions was weak. Rufus would…
Reeve stopped crying, eyes closed with sticky trail tracks down his cheeks. He stood, trembling as his knees threatened to give out at any moment. He tried to breathe normally once more, regulating his breathing and heartbeat even as he wiped his tears away with a shaking hand. Rufus would not have wanted him to scream and cry while Meteor threatened the world. Rufus would have wanted him to do something about it. Rufus would have wanted him to save the world.
Privately, Reeve knew that Rufus probably did not want these things, that it was merely Reeve’s illusions and his own wishes. He ignored them, for he did not know Rufus all that well, even if he wanted to, and how would he know such things anyway? Anybody would have wanted these things. It was only logical.
‘But Rufus isn’t just anybody…’
Ignoring the little voice at the back of his head, Reeve switched on Cait Sith’s microphone and began to talk.
Fulfilling Obligations
Pairing: Implied Rufus/Reeve.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 579
Summary: ‘The President is dead.’ Pre-AC, during the game.
The door slammed, an unending echo in the silence of the room. Reeve sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he heard the ‘click’ of the lock. It seemed they didn’t manage to take Cait Sith’s controls. Speaking of that… he took the controls out, flicking off the microphone that transmitted sound to AVALANCHE. He had no doubt that they would be rather displeased if they hear this.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself even as the scene slammed into him with renewed ferocity. The Weapon’s last shot crashing into the President’s, no, he corrected himself, Rufus’s, office. The fire and the explosion and the sinking feeling in his heart when he realized that there was no way Rufus could have survived. The President had died.
Reeve shakily drew in another breath as he slid down the wall and buried his face in his hands. He had forcefully shoved his emotions down when he realized what Hojo's plans were, but it seemed that he had done a pretty poor job. Scarlet had noticed. Reeve supposed he should be glad that she didn’t think much of it. She was a manipulative bitch, and would probably badger him about him even if the world were ending. When the world were ending.
Something wet and salty hit his lips, and, lifting a hand to his face, he realized that it was tears. He was crying and he didn’t realize it. Rufus would have reproached him about that… Rufus would…
‘The President is dead.’
Heidegger’s words rang through his mind again, the harsh, uncaring tone reverberating around his head until he wanted to kill the man for daring… for daring to actually dismissing Rufus’s death so easily. He clenched his fists, shaking his head and laughing at himself for he was a hypocrite. Was he not the same? Did he not utterly ignore Rufus’s death until now? He was an utter hypocrite.
A laugh escaped his throat, mirthless and sounding more of a choked sob. He chuckled bitterly as he pressed his forehead against the wall, hands balling into useless fists and futilely hitting the concrete. Tears streamed down his face even as he screamed in his head, screaming about his worthlessness, his helplessness, screaming of the grief of losing a lover. He bit his lip too hard, and coppery blood filled his mouth in an effort not to sob, not to scream because Rufus wouldn’t have wanted that because showing emotions was weak. Rufus would…
Reeve stopped crying, eyes closed with sticky trail tracks down his cheeks. He stood, trembling as his knees threatened to give out at any moment. He tried to breathe normally once more, regulating his breathing and heartbeat even as he wiped his tears away with a shaking hand. Rufus would not have wanted him to scream and cry while Meteor threatened the world. Rufus would have wanted him to do something about it. Rufus would have wanted him to save the world.
Privately, Reeve knew that Rufus probably did not want these things, that it was merely Reeve’s illusions and his own wishes. He ignored them, for he did not know Rufus all that well, even if he wanted to, and how would he know such things anyway? Anybody would have wanted these things. It was only logical.
‘But Rufus isn’t just anybody…’
Ignoring the little voice at the back of his head, Reeve switched on Cait Sith’s microphone and began to talk.
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...s'okay, you can get your hot sex again! ...two years later! :D
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Or maybe even earlier~ We don't know if he realize that Rufus is alive before AC, right? XD
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Glad you enjoyed it! =D
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Well, we all know it'll be alright two years in the future, but for now? :(
Pretty piece! :D~
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Poor Reeve will have to suffer for at least 2 years. >>;
Thank you~
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Poor Reeve XD
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Thank you! Glad you like it! =D
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Poor Reeve
I'm so sad for him.
But yes, two years later, they can get hot sex again! *giggle i love
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It's true, though. Or even a little earlier, if Rufus deigned to tell him that yes, he's alive. Or something.
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But yeah, glad I wasn't the only one picking up a huge amount of queer waves during those scenes.
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I'm like "Reeve... you and Rufus had something, don't you. 's why you're suddenly choked up... Bwahahaha."
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BAH.
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Thanks!