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When; Midnight, December 8th by the fountain
Rating; NA
Characters; Reno, anyone that wishes to come and kick his butt.
Summary; Being cursed by the Ghost of Christmas Past was NOT fun right now.
Log;

Agitated, Reno walked up and down in front of the fountain, arms folded and frowning in concentration. To anyone that walked by, it would look like he was waiting for someone... but that wasn't at all what it appeared to be. His curse had gotten him good, yet again.

Appalled, a tiny part of his brain couldn't help but watch as the rest of him got caught up in the vision, seeing things that weren't there, saying things to imaginary people that he had a long time ago. There was something... something not right about this, his instincts screamed, but the vision was too strong at the moment.

Twirling around suddenly, he said to the fountain, "They're here. Get me down close, I'll make a jump for it."

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Trying very hard not to run as if the world were about to end (it very well might be) Reeve rushed up to the fountain, his shoulders hunched against the cold and his hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

"Reno," he called.

"Why do ya keep bugging me, dammit. I'm on the job." Reno growled, almost under his breath, facing the fountain with a frown on his face. "I'm going to get these bastards for once."

"Reno, wake up!" Reeve's growing frustration was evident in his voice. "Look around you. There's no central support pillar. We're not in Midgar and AVALANCHE has disbanded. Hell, AVALANCHE aren't even beneath the plate right now!"

"What?" That managed to get his attention, turning around to rest that glare on Reeve. He was so mad, the look could have killed someone if it were solid. "What the hell do you mean, not beneath the plate? I got reports on their movements... you telling me they're all wrong? We can't be that off, not the Turks."

Ok. Ok, he could work with this. it was some sort of reaction, at least. "AVALANCHE knows what you're trying to do -- they're coming here, to fight you. If you set the bomb now they'll survive and thousands of people will die for nothing." Thousands of people had. He tried to choke the emotion out of his voice.

"Bullshit! That means there's some sort of leak going on." Reno folded his arms, waiting for Reeve's explanation. "The Turks don't allow leaks. Tell me who would be so damned stupid as to go against us that way?"

"No one leaked." Reeve crossed his own arms, unconciously mimicing the TURK's position. "They're just in the right place at the right time. They got sidetracked coming back from Sector Five, and you can access the pillar from the slums."

"Heh! Yeah. I'll believe that in a million years." That was enough for Reno, because he suddenly smirked and stepped towards Reeve, aiming for a good right hook on his jaw.

Oh, crap. This was not what he'd been aiming for in coming here to stop Reno, even though it was stopping him from doing anything like blowing up the City. He dodged the punch and stumbled back. "Reno, I'm telling the truth. Please, I'm trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life.'

He looked around frantically, but there was no one -- no Cloud or Vincent or Zack, hell, he'd settle for Genesis at this point -- to back him up.

Reno sidestepped to kick, and went for Reeve's stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of the guy and incapacitate him for a crucial moment. "I ain't got time for you!"

Reeve stumbled back and fell, the wind entirely knocked out of him by the kick. Gasping, he pushed up to his feet again, trying hard not to clutch his abs. But OW, that had heard.

"Reno, listen to me. Please." Begging. Because that always worked on Turks. Good call, Tuesti.

The turk was in no mood to listen, completely wrapped up in his current frame of mind. It was either get rid of Reeve or fail the mission. After all the crap the turks had gone through in the past few months... that was not something Reno was going to allow. There had to be some line drawn somewhere, and that was it. He readied another punch and pursued Reeve, this time going for the nose.

Reno was coming at him and Reeve's brain was operating in its best mode. Panic.

Without thinking he flung out his arms to ward off the Turk coming at him. Reno half drunk and maudlin in the woods at night he could handle, crazy Reno at the top of his game....

He shoved. It wasn't pretty or elegant, it was just reflex. But it was effective, in a way.

Caught completely off guard- hell he was expecting the guy to dodge or cower or something, not fling his arms out!- Reno started going backwards, losing his balance and backing up, flailing his arms to get it back... and it would have worked if it hadn't been for the fact the fountain was right there.

It only took a few seconds for him to go down, making a rather large splash in the water- wait. Water. Water?! What the hell was water doing-...

Blinking, Reno looked up from where he sat in the fountain, his legs hooked over the edge and hair flattened to his scalp.

"...what just happened?"

Yes. This was Reeve with his arms flung out, cowering behind them, flinching away from the oncoming Turk.

After a few seconds of still being alive, he blinked slowly and peeked up to look at the Turk. Who was sitting on his butt in the fountain. In any other situation, that would get a laugh.

"Reno?" he asked.

"How the hell did I get down here?" Reno said, still too confused to get up just yet, despite the water dripping down his face. Then he focused on Reeve, a bit of sense coming back. "I'd say you had somethin' to do with it, but... I'm gonna take a wild guess here. Curse?"

Curse! Yes, curse! Oh thank gaia he remembered.

"Curse." Cautiously, Reeve came forward and offered him a hand. "You were trying to drop the sector seven plate."

Reno reached up and grabbed the proffered hand, and paused. "I was? Figures it'd be something like that." Then, with a wicked grin, Reno yanked down hard to pull Reeve in the fountain along with him.

And a second later, a sopping wet Reeve surfaced, sputtering, beside him. And uttered a rare profanity. "Fuck, Reno, it's midnight in December." And cold! and he had long hair! Not as long as Reno's, granted but that was an accident and stopping him from destroying the world was totally grounds for pushing him in the fountain.

Wasn't it?

With great dignity, Reno slopped out of the fountain and turned to grace Reeve with a smirk. "Big difference here; you're dead, I'm not, and I'm gonna bet you're the reason I ended up in the fountain. Come on." He reached out and pulled Reeve to his feet without bothering to ask. "You'll get frozen or something."

It was impossible to slop out of a fountain with dignity. Reeve let himself be hauled.

"Dead and uncomfortable are not mutually exclusive," he muttered, wrapping his arms around himself. "You'd better get me home without pneumonia or I'm siccing Vincent on you."

"Least you don't have to worry about dying again. Oh, Vincent? I'm so scared." Reno rolled his eyes. "I'm not your babysitter, Reeve. Not anymore, anyway. Cissnei is-..." And then, he realized what had happened. He pulled out his pocket device and opened it. "Great... it's ruined."

"Well I'm not fixing it for you." Who said age brought maturity? Reeve could be petulant with the best one. He pulled out his, which he'd long since waterproofed. It worked fine, of course.

"What happened to Vincent being the mythical Turk?" he muttered, punching in a call to Cissnei. She wouldn't yell at him too much. He hoped. "I thought he was like, the boogey man to you people."

There were several reasons why Reno wouldn't be afraid of Vincent if he met up with him in a fight. One of those being that he was so damned pissed off still about the filters being broken that it was going to fill his limit break bar to the bursting point! The other was Reno wasn't afraid of anyone, turk or not. "I'm not worried about Vincent. I'll buy a new one or something tomorrow."

"Whatever," Reeve muttered, followed by something that sounded suspiciously like, "I should have drowned you while you were in there."

But they both knew he didn't mean it. He was glad to have Reno back.

"Are you calling Cissnei?" Reno poked his nose over Reeve's shoulder, already starting to shiver. "I don't think she's home."

"I'm trying." He didn't bother pushing Reno off because -- warmth.

"We'd better start walking, then." His clothes were freezing.

"Hold on a minute." Grabbing Reeve by the arm, Reno pointed off in another direction. "Coffee. I'll wait here, I think she was... trying to find me when I got hit by the curse."

Honestly, he wanted an excuse to be alone because he suddenly felt another one come on... this time it wasn't as strong, but definitely not something he wanted Reeve to be witness to. "...take mine with sugar and vanilla."

Reno didn't want Reeve knowing he drank wussy coffee? Reeve couldn't imagine why not.

"I don't want to walk home alone!" He might be murdered again. And hello, cold.

"Reeve..." That was a warning voice, an unhappy wet Reno was not a good thing to cross. "Nothing's going to eat you."

Reeve was wet and unhappy, too, didn't that count for something?

He'd extract his revenge in the morning. For now, he had to get home and into dry clothing. After all, Anita was waiting.

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