Okay, so I tried to correct minor errors...its my first fic, so be nice please! I suppose I should say the disclaimer...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Reno (wish i did though...sigh) or Midgar, or the Sector 7 slums, or...well you get the picture. I don't even own my computer, for god's sake...
Also, kudos to ducky! thanks for reviewing! love ya!
One day in Midgar, many people were walking and doing their normal routines.
Well, as normal as it can get in the slums. All of them completely missed a graveyard near the pillar in Sector 7. It was the same graveyard that a certain red haired man happened to be sitting in.
Not like he had much of a choice, anyways. He happened to be sitting on a bench with his arms behind his head, just relaxing and staring at the memorial in front of him. He had blood pouring from many wounds in his legs, chest, and face, but he didn't seem to care.
Not him.
Not Reno of the Turks.
He had managed to drag himself to the bench two hours earlier, and now he was just waiting for something to happen. Whether that something was him dying, he didn't know. So in the meantime, he sat and waited. And talked. He talked to the memorial in front of him. . . . .
"Ya know what, Mom? Earlier today, I decided I didn't want to be a Turk anymore. I'm just not cut out to be a Turk. It's as simple as that. And that's why I got all these wounds, Mom. I told Tseng earlier today that I didn't want to be a fuckin Turk anymore. And ya know what he told me? He told me that a Turk will always be a Turk, no matter what.
Reno glanced up, as gunshots and swords clashing together could be heard from the pillar.
"I don't want to be a Turk if that requires taking out a whole eighth of a city single handedly. I just snapped, like a wire when you stretch it too thin. Figures that the one time I try to talk to Tseng, he comes in actually DRUNK to work. That was when Tseng attacked me, and Rude had to carry me from the building and dump me on a street corner. I could barely walk, Mom. But I made it here, just to talk to you, since I probably won't be here anymore, since this is in sector 7. Maybe I'll be seeing you soon. At least that's what I like to hope, although I know I'm not going to the same place as you when I die."
The fighting seemed to grow louder, and people could be seen running urgently to the train station as a helicopter flew in.
"Do you realize how many people I've killed throughout the years? And most of them were innocent people who just happened to get in the way of Shinra. That's why I'm an alcoholic, on account of seeing all the faces of the people I've killed when I try to go to sleep. I seriously don't know how people like Rude can stand it, having to face that every single day with no reprieve."
"Today has been a pretty fucked up day, Mom."
There was a large crash and an explosion, and suddenly for all the people in sector 7, including Reno, it looked like the sky was falling.
"Maybe I'll be seeing you soon, Mom."