Reno Is God (8)

[jaded_grin]

This was an amusing little piece of fun that I couldn't resist writing.

Title: Reno Is God
Rating: M (Now it's just full on sex)
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!

Chapter 8

Kadaj was extremely nervous and beginning to consider Cloud’s insistence that he come live at Seventh Heaven with a little less hostility.

Because Reno was angry and Kadaj had never seen that before.

Frankly, it was scary as hell.

“I swear I didn’t tease him!” he insisted, his balled fists hugged to his chest. He’d scurried to dress once Yazoo had gone and had only just finished when Reno came back.

“I know you didn’t tease him,” Reno said, scowling. He’d taken one look at Kadaj’s agitated face, demanded to know why he was "jittering around like a crack addict jonesing for a fix" and had calmly, furiously smoked a cigarette while Kadaj stammered out everything Yazoo had said.

He didn’t see it as snitching so much as a life-preserving necessity. Whatever Yazoo may think, Kadaj wasn’t so sure Reno would mind strangling him right now, especially since Yazoo had gone because of him.

The man finished his cigarette, grabbed his keys, and left again without a word to Kadaj.

Alone once more and still upset, Kadaj dragged his soft blanket off of his bed, curled up on the couch, and tried to watch videos. His choices were limited—Reno had a lot of porn that Kadaj had never had any interest in or been allowed to watch, and other than that it was mostly horror movies, which the boy didn’t much care for.

He eventually fell asleep, only to be awakened hours later by the slamming door.

Sitting up, he saw Reno striding angrily towards him, Yazoo in tow. His brother looked beautiful and still so sad, yet not in the least bit surprised.

“Yazoo!” he squealed, jumping up in delight. “You’re home!”

Reno didn’t check his stride, as he neared he pointed at Kadaj and snapped, “Sit!”

Too startled to whine about it or do anything other than obey, Kadaj immediately dropped back down on his sore bottom as if his legs had given out, eyes huge.

“Stay!” Reno added, and veered off for the bedroom, Yazoo trailing him with calm indifference, his slender wrist firmly encased in Reno’s tight grip.

Awed, Kadaj exhaled the breath he’d been holding and whispered to himself, “Wow…Yazoo is in trouble!”

Though he strained to hear anything—even Yazoo’s usual worship refrain would be welcome—nothing escaped the room, and the boy quickly grew bored of it. He wondered if Yazoo would make dinner now that he was home where he belonged. He was hungry.

After over an hour, his gurgling and demanding stomach drove him into the kitchen but there was nothing in the refrigerator that he could heat in the microwave. Stymied, he went digging through the cabinets, leaving a huge mess in his wake, but eventually came up with a plastic tub of chocolate frosting and some graham crackers that looked to be as old as he was—and in graham cracker years that was old.

Hunkering down amidst the crumpled foil bags of potato chip crumbs, canned goods, boxes of macaroni and cheese, and a few half-empty packages of pasta on the floor, Kadaj fished a spoon out of the drawer above his head and opened the tub.

It took him a little bit to figure out the foil seal on it, but hunger flavored his determination and he finally just popped it with a sharp, irritated stab of the spoon and peeled it away. Smearing frosting onto the brittle, dry crackers, he poked a square into his mouth and chewed in bliss. As he greedily ate more, he was so transported by sugary-sweetness that he didn’t even register someone coming until the mess he made leapt to mind.

Kadaj’s eyes widened when he realized how badly he’d wrecked the kitchen in his search for food. Being tidy wasn’t one of his strong suits, and his tendency to lack an attention span only contributed to that—he could be focused and intense when he needed to be, but nothing in his life at Reno’s had required his full attention or even his cooperation, so he’d just stopped bothering altogether.

Reno came around the corner, took one look at Kadaj crouched against the wall surrounded by kitchen litter, and abruptly suppressed a smile, his irritation at not finding the boy where he’d left him vanishing into thin air.

Kadaj didn’t know he had chocolate smeared all over his face and hands or that his huge, scared eyes were sparkling in the strong fluorescent light. He also didn’t know that he looked about twelve years old sitting the way he was, and his guilty, suddenly shifty expression only reinforced that image—Kadaj was already figuring out how to blame someone else, like any little kid would. Pointing his chocolate-smeared finger at Reno, he said around a mouthful of crumbly, sweet-covered crackers, “I tried to tell you there was no food! I didn’t mean to make a mess, honest—”

“I thought I told you to stay put,” Reno said, hiding his smile and giving Kadaj a severe frown, arms crossing over his chest.

“I got hungry,” Kadaj weakly protested. Cocking his head, he offered the icing-smeared plastic tub to Reno, who declined with a slight wrinkle of his dainty nose.

“No thanks, you and Yazoo are the chocolaholics in the house—I’ll stick to booze,” he told him.

“Suit yourself,” Kadaj shrugged, and slathered another cracker with chocolate, forgetting about the mess again.

“Maybe we should just order delivery if he doesn’t want to go out. It’s been a rather long day,” Yazoo said, continuing a discussion that they’d apparently been having. He passed Reno and looked into the kitchen, wailing with dismay, horrified by the state of the place. “Oh no! Oh, Kadaj, shame on you! Oh, you clean this mess up right this minute!”

“Want some?” Kadaj asked, unphased by Yazoo’s horror, grinning at his brother and holding up a cracker mounded with creamy icing. “It’s chocolate.”

From the immediate glazed look in his eyes it was apparent that Yazoo forgot he was barefoot in a potentially traumatic, messy situation. He forgot that he was wearing only his light robe. He forgot that they were about to order in instead of going out for dinner—Kadaj offered him chocolate, and Yazoo simply couldn’t resist.

He tip-toed his way over spilled pasta shells and crinkly chip bags to Kadaj, took the cracker with the delicate tips of his slender, graceful fingers, and sighed in contentment at the first bite, sinking to the floor at an angle to his brother, both of them content to curl up and eat as much chocolaty goodness as humanly possible.

“Well, it’s nice to see you two made up,” Reno commented, but he sounded pleased, and he laughed to see them both so blissfully entranced by something as simple as chocolate fudge icing and old graham crackers—even if the plastic tub looked like it had been gnawed open by a toothless dog. “Guess this means we’re ordering in?”

Identical jade green eyes looked at him, hazy and content, but neither the boy nor the slightly older young man made a reply.

“Well, fuck it,” Reno sighed, and picked his way over the mess to sit with them. “Let’s have one of those, brat.”

Kadaj smeared a dollop of icing on a cracker and handed it to Reno, who popped it in his mouth with a smile.

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Comments

[etrix.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm chocolate!

In an odd way, the final scene in this is very close to perfect domestic bliss. I know it won't last, what Kadaj did to the kitchen! but it's sweet while it does.

Or maybe that's all the chocolate frosting that makes it seem sweet. =p

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

Thanks! This was one of my favorite chapters, I just couldn't stand to have it end on such a sad note, with Yazoo in trouble and Kadaj in time-out...Like he would even register/care/know what such a thing was!

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

Chocolate can fix anything.

I'm glad they've all made up :)

[jaded-grin.livejournal.com]

It's true, chocolate is a magical thing! I'm glad you like the story!