Reno Is God (17)

[jaded_grin]

This was an amusing little piece of fun that I couldn't resist writing--I may even add to it as needed, it certainly won't leave me alone, and the world is far too short of threesomes anyways.
Title: Reno Is God
Rating: M (Now it's just an excuse for smuttiness)
Description: Freshly returned from the Lifestream, Kadaj enjoys a sucker compliments of Tifa and informs Cloud that he has found God
Disclaimer: I don't own shite, if you want to sue me, sue for my SIMS games--they're the only things I have that are worth anything.
                                        

This was meant to be amusing, take it as such!

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17

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            Stupid school.

            Kadaj scowled out of the car window, his little hands nervously clenched on the straps of his backpack. There were kids milling around the common and running back and forth across the street—generally just everywhere being loud and intimidating.

            “You’re alright, yo,” Reno told him, leaning back behind the driver’s wheel, a cigarette in one hand and the other on Kadaj’s shoulder. “You ready?”

            Kadaj turned his head and gave him the Biggest Eyes, an expression of resigned terror on his pretty face.

            “Can’t I just stay home?” he begged.

            Reno shook his head, unmovable as stone, but he rubbed Kadaj’s shoulder a little, strong fingers stroking his soft skin.

            “Look at it this way, baby—school means new clothes,” Reno said, tempting him with things, which was almost guaranteed to make Kadaj happy, materialist that he was. “Which means a shopping trip for you and your brother. Fuck, we can even bring Loz along—ShinRa’s allowance to you guys is just sitting there building up.”

            But even the temptation of a shopping trip couldn’t erase Kadaj’s sick fear of kids his own age. He flinched when a gaggle of girls bounced past the front of the car, all of them looking in with cruel, curious eyes before giggling. One of them even winked at Reno, who snorted a little and gave her an absent wave.

            “Please?!” Kadaj wailed.

            Again, Reno shook his head and told him, “Begging only works in bed, yo.”

            Relenting in the face of Kadaj’s obvious distress, Reno pulled him against his side and placed tickly, teasing kisses on his throat until Kadaj laughed, though the sound was partially a sob. The kisses led to a real kiss, Reno holding him tight and thoroughly having his way with Kadaj’s mouth until the boy was too overwhelmed to be scared anymore.

            “That’s better,” Reno said, and gave him a push towards the door.

            Kadaj reached for the handle, flustered, and scowled when he noticed that a lot of people had stopped and were staring into the car.

            “What’s wrong with them?” he asked, annoyed.

            “They’re asking the same thing, yo,” Reno said, his fine lips holding a sensual smirk. “Get going, baby—Yazoo will pick you up this afternoon.”

            Sighing heavily, Kadaj opened the door and stepped out, saying a soft, forlorn little goodbye as he closed the door behind him. Reno waved at him and pulled off. Kadaj stood on the curb and gazed longingly after the car, biting his full lower lip.

            “Wow. Was that your boyfriend?”

            Kadaj grimaced internally while affixing a haughty smile—he had Yazoo to thank for being a good example. His elder brother had refined the art of bored disdain and snobbish reserve and had always kept it close around him whenever they met people. Kadaj just mimicked his brother and turned to look at the person who had questioned him.

            There was a group of four girls standing together staring at him, each of them somehow managing to clutch an armload of books and each other at the same time. They were pretty girls, well dressed (Yazoo would approve) and impeccably groomed—but they looked like they’d just seen a train wreck, or some sort of celebrity. It was alarming how similar those looks were.

            Relentlessly containing his screaming nerves, Kadaj reached up in a languid, bored movement and brushed his hair behind his ear, sighing, “No.”

            With a perverse sense of humor that was strangely like Reno’s, he added with a devilish smile, “He’s my dad.”

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            “Yazoo!”

            Kadaj broke away from the knot of teenagers surrounding him and rushed to hug his brother, who was leaning against the car with his usual composed reserve. The older man caught him, startled into soft laughter and flustered by his reaction.

            “How was it, Kadaj? You actually look happy!” he said, giving the boy an awkward pat and putting a little distance between them, though Kadaj still managed to drape against him like a cat, as was his habit.

            “It was great!” the boy gushed, and turned to wave cheerily at the other kids, who waved back. Overflowing with happiness, he flung himself on his brother again and hung around his neck, pressing his face to Yazoo’s throat.

            “Goodness, you’re certainly excitable today,” Yazoo remarked, uncomfortably aware that Kadaj’s rather sizeable audience was watching them with intense interest. “Come on, are you ready to come home?”

            “Yes, Yazoo!” Kadaj chirruped, and planted a kiss on Yazoo’s cheek just because he was excited and his brother was so pretty, especially when he blushed.

            “Rascal!” Yazoo scolded, but he seemed pleased with Kadaj’s affection, and squeezed his hand before moving gracefully around to the driver’s seat.

            As Kadaj got in, a female voice questioned, “Kadaj! Is that your boyfriend?”

            Kadaj giggled, poised with one long leg in the car and rolling his eyes because he and Yazoo really looked alike and anyone could see that but Trista was kinda dumb and way too curious for her own good, so he gleefully yelled, “No, silly! He’s my brother! Duh! I don’t have a boyfriend!”

            He flopped into the car with an exasperated, happy “tsk” and buckled his seatbelt.

            “Well…and you were so worried about going to school,” Yazoo said, giving him a soft smile as he eased his way into traffic. Yazoo was an excellent driver, handling the car with the same smooth, absent grace he’d handled his bike and every bit as relaxed as he’d always been on his two-wheeled machine.

            Kadaj leaned his head back against the seat and smiled, actually tired out by his day though he’d done little but register for classes, get his schedule set up, and be shown around the campus. It was a pretty nice school. A private school. And the ugly old lady who called herself The Principal had lectured him on what an honor it was to be accepted. She didn’t know what Reno had told him, that Rufus Mother-Hater ShinRa had arranged for him to attend…seeing as he’d commissioned the building of the school and supported its expenses, seeing as it was a school that catered to the New and Improved ShinRa Company employees’ children, Kadaj guessed the man could put pretty much whoever he wanted to in it. Still, he didn’t much like the idea of having to owe the snobbish blond man, and it would put a bit of a damper on his daydreams of knocking Rufus off of tall buildings, this time with no ugly Elena or somber Tseng to catch him…

            Yazoo sighed, a blissful expression on his face that prompted Kadaj to ask, “What?”

            “Nothing,” Yazoo breathed, his smile big and happy and somehow teasing. “I’m just enjoying the silence.”

            Kadaj pouted, then laughed, feeling too good to be cranky.

            The drive home refreshed him and by the time Yazoo pulled into the carpark Kadaj was once more chattering away at his brother, who listened politely and  murmured in the right places and basically ignored him—not that he was very successful since Kadaj was practically impossible to ignore.

            “…and when Reno drove off all of these girls were standing there and they were hanging on each other like they were sisters or something—but they’re not, I found out later—and they wanted to know if Reno was my boyfriend,” Kadaj said, trailing Yazoo in through the lobby and waving at the security guard. “—hi, Frank! So I told them that he was my dad and they all got really funny looks on their faces and it looked like the face that lady made at the grocery store yesterday when I kissed you—” Kadaj bounded up the stairs after Yazoo, who was blushing afresh at the mention of the incident. “—so I said that we’re a really close family and they started giggling and don’t you think it’s kind of annoying the way girls giggle all the time and always go around in big groups instead of just by themselves? And I didn’t really know why they thought it was so funny but I figured I’d better start making friends because Reno said that I needed to be around kids my own age—” he pushed past Yazoo when his brother opened the apartment door and immediately tossed his backpack down, never missing at beat. “—whew, that was heavy! So I started laughing, too, and they thought it was cute or something so they walked me to see The Principal and she’s an ugly old lady with a big mole on her face and when I told her she should have it removed she got really angry at me but the girls laughed about it later and they showed me around and that place is really big, Yazoo! I have so many books I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get a backache from carrying that bag all of the time and I want to bring my own lunch because school lunch is just gross and you’d think since Rufus Mother-Hater ShinRa owns it he could afford to let them serve decent food and I don’t want to starve—”

            “Hey, how’d it go?” Reno called, ambling into the hallway as a bemused Yazoo made his way inside, Kadaj at his heels and still talking.

            “I don’t know,” Yazoo said, amused and a little awed by his brother’s ability to chatter on endlessly. “He hasn’t stopped talking since I parked the car. I don’t think he’s even breathing…”

            “What?” Kadaj asked, pausing his excited commentary long enough to gulp a breath. He gave Reno a huge, happy grin and found a new victim to torture. “Reno! Oh, you won’t believe this—those girls think it’s cute to see guys kissing and they kept asking me all these questions about you and I told them that you’re my dad and then they just kept in asking me what on earth kind of family I lived with so I told them about how you’re God and how Yazoo loves to worship you and now I do, too—”

            Reno’s eyes danced with amusement and Yazoo took his opportunity to escape and start dinner while his older, patient lover fondly listened to Kadaj’s endlessly running mouth.

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Comments

[etrix.livejournal.com]

Oh god, I mean Reno. This is still filled with so much win. I don't care that it's not a new chapter.

I just love Kadaj in this episode. How he daydreams about pushing Rufus Mother-Hater Shinra off of tall buildings. How he talks non-stop after he gets home so excited and happy.

happily awaiting more... =]

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Kadaj is based on a girl who used to be in my platoon--she was an utter airhead, but you just had to love her! (Even if you kinda wanted to shove her off of the nearest tall building) I've been really lacking in the funny department lately, really off of my game! I hate that, it's affecting my little Kadaster!

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

Kadaj has a nasty streak in him, which we all love to see applied at silly teenaged girls :P

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

He certainly makes no bones about what he thinks :D