Turks Reunion!

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Characters: Rude and Reno
Progress: Complete
Summary: The Turks meet up and try to figure out what's going on.
Location: South Gate
Date: November, 1803
Warnings: Reno. Just... just Reno.


His breath was a little short and his hair flowed behind him like a bright red streamer, but Reno just kept on running. His boots hammered on the ground beneath him as he darted between trees, skittering up the sides of the larger trunks to get himself some speed. Yet, quite suddenly for the speed he was going at, the trees vanished and he was running on grass and dirt.

That was good, right? It meant he was almost there. His hands curled into tight fists and as he spotted a large gate-like structure, Reno grinned. Rude was there. He had to be. He could manage anything in this new world as long as his partner was there. They could conquer anything together. Or... at least that was how it felt sometimes.

Even being second in command of the Turks, and technically Rude's superior, Reno never really saw them as anything other than equals. Two halves of one team. Best friends, and nothing would tear them apart.

Spotting a suited man with a bald head, Reno's expression grew. "Hey! Rude!! Over here!!!" The thing was... he couldn't just stop running, and he was heading straight for his partner.

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Getting up to switch the already dim light off, making the room even darker, Rude was across the room when Reno asked his question. Pulling his sunglasses off, the bald Turk fiddled with him a bit before turning around and setting them down. "I don't know." He wanted to say that he was sure they would be fine, but after the events with the Remnants, he had been more wary. They had lost comrades before, but Tseng and Elena... well, the four of them had been through a lot together.

Moving over to the bed, Rude carefully slipped under the blankets, looking up at the ceiling. He felt like he should add more, but he didn't know what. Reno was clearly worried, and so was he, but there was nothing he could do. For a Turk, that was probably the worst thing.

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Rude's words... they didn't help. Reno knew Rude knew that as well, which made things worse. Shifting onto his side, Reno turned his back to Rude, pulling the blankets up to his jaw, shuddering beneath them slightly. This just wasn't right. They were going to just go to sleep? In a world where they weren't sure whether they'd be alive by morning. Not that Treno had a morning. Not that they knew that. Sighing softly, Reno took the elastic hairtie from his damp hair and wrapped it around his wrist.

"This is just... it's not right." Rude knew that. Of course he did. It just felt like the words needed saying. Reno closed his eyes for only a second before he scrambled over to face Rude, trying to hide the look of worry that creased his brow. "We'll go check out Midgar tomorrow... and then see about finding some source of income after that. Even if we're the only Turks here... we're still Turks." A faint smile came and he shifted his arm to rest his head on it, peering at Rude over it through the dark.

"If you're with me, partner, we can do anything. We can survive in this new world."

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Rude turned his head to the side, having felt the slight shudder beneath the blankets. Noting the hairband around Reno's wrist, Rude took a moment to look at his partner with his hair down. It wasn't a sight he saw very often, if ever, and it was always... well, it was always a sight. Shifting so that he was a bit more on his side, Rude nodded.

"Definitely." Really, that was the only word Reno required; it was what Rude would give most people. But Reno wasn't most people, and what was required and what was needed weren't always the same thing. "We can, and we will. Together, partner." Just the way things were supposed to be, when it came right down to it.

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Reno smiled at his partner, nestling down more in the bed. Definitely. That really was a good word to hear. Rude was confident and that always made Reno feel capable of pretty much anything. If his partner was so sure they'd make it, then he had to be doubly sure. Twice as confident. That was just how things were. Reno was the one with the outward confidence and Rude was the strong, silent type.

Now, the point of his hair being down was simple. He didn't like to sleep with it tied back. Rude hadn't ever seen him asleep, not in a proper, comfy bed, only out on the field in tents or roughing it on the job. He hadn't wanted to get it covered in dirt out there. In bed, Reno was a lot different about his hair.

"Mn... together," he mumbled, finally closing his eyes and letting himself relax beside Rude. He really felt like he could, as well. There was no one he'd let himself be so vulnerable around. Not even Tseng and he'd known him just as long, perhaps longer, than he'd known Rude. Rude was his partner and he trusted him wholly.

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With Reno relaxing beside him, Rude turned back over. Tomorrow would be a new day. They would see Midgar, they would look for a way to get money, they would survive... and they would do it together. They could do it. They just had to remember that they were Turks, and that they were partners and had each other's backs, and they would be okay. Eyes drifting shut, Rude let himself fall asleep.