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Summary: On a rainy day, Reno finds himself stuck in a philosophical moment. The color yellow, so bright and vibrant, is it really real?
Pairing/Characters: Reno
Setting: FF7-Original Game
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Type: One Shot Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by Square Enix, however, the story, ideas, interpretations and original characters all belong to me.

A soft rain hit the window with a hypnotic pitter-patter, the gray and gloom of the looming moisture saturated clouds standing as a perfect backdrop for the yellow, making the color stand out in almost a surreal fashion. The color was so vivid, so lush and intense, popping out from the drab stage that the redhead had to wonder if it was actually there, that is wasn't something that he was just imagining. The assassin could ponder the idea all he wanted, debate on the validity of his answer, but there was only one way to be certain, only one way to be sure.

His head rolled to the side, his cheek pressed upon the polished oak table as Reno opened a lazy eye, raising a curious eyebrow as he took his heavy hand, the gesture seeming exceptionally labor intensive, as he brushed his callous fingers against the delicate yellow. The color reacted to his touch, springing back to its original position, life pressing against his rough digits.

The Turk snorted, petting the pigment, as if with each stroke he was reaffirming reality. This striking color really did exist and it most certainly was tangible, but still, that didn't seem to be enough. Taking his palm, gently cupping the glowing hue, the redhead dragged the sunshine obscenity closer to him, scuffing the pristine wooden furniture along the forced journey. He'd be in trouble for that later, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was the color yellow. This shinning beacon set upon the dismal backdrop. This perfectly placed aberration.

Lifting his head, deeming the effort worthy to satisfy his inquiring mind, the deadly assassin placed his nose within the radiating color, drawing in a full breath, the air coming back to him saturated with a sweet smell. An intoxicating aroma filled his nostrils, transporting his mind away from the dripping sky, out of the gray depressing monotone and into and swirl of color. Vibrant reds. Vivid purples. Intense oranges. Brilliant greens. They filled his subconscious, whisking the redhead away to a land that he was obviously not in. To a place where even a killer like him couldn't help but smile.

Lost in the moment, unaware he had closed his eyes, Reno's lids fluttered open, returning him to the world that lay before him, to the yellow daisy in the vase that his co-worker had set upon the table in his sun room. The yellow daisy that seemed to, no matter how much darkness surrounded it, seemed to shine bright, untainted by the troubles of the world. A purity, an untouched gold, that could still manage to make the soulless monster smile, no matter how bright and obnoxious the color seemed to be.

Just like someone else he knew.

And that too, made the bastard smile.

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Summary: On a rainy day, Reno finds himself stuck in a philosophical moment. The color yellow, so bright and vibrant, is it really real?
Pairing/Characters: Reno
Setting: FF7-Original Game
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Type: One Shot Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by Square Enix, however, the story, ideas, interpretations and original characters all belong to me.

A soft rain hit the window with a hypnotic pitter-patter, the gray and gloom of the looming moisture saturated clouds standing as a perfect backdrop for the yellow, making the color stand out in almost a surreal fashion. The color was so vivid, so lush and intense, popping out from the drab stage that the redhead had to wonder if it was actually there, that is wasn't something that he was just imagining. The assassin could ponder the idea all he wanted, debate on the validity of his answer, but there was only one way to be certain, only one way to be sure.

His head rolled to the side, his cheek pressed upon the polished oak table as Reno opened a lazy eye, raising a curious eyebrow as he took his heavy hand, the gesture seeming exceptionally labor intensive, as he brushed his callous fingers against the delicate yellow. The color reacted to his touch, springing back to its original position, life pressing against his rough digits.

The Turk snorted, petting the pigment, as if with each stroke he was reaffirming reality. This striking color really did exist and it most certainly was tangible, but still, that didn't seem to be enough. Taking his palm, gently cupping the glowing hue, the redhead dragged the sunshine obscenity closer to him, scuffing the pristine wooden furniture along the forced journey. He'd be in trouble for that later, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was the color yellow. This shinning beacon set upon the dismal backdrop. This perfectly placed aberration.

Lifting his head, deeming the effort worthy to satisfy his inquiring mind, the deadly assassin placed his nose within the radiating color, drawing in a full breath, the air coming back to him saturated with a sweet smell. An intoxicating aroma filled his nostrils, transporting his mind away from the dripping sky, out of the gray depressing monotone and into and swirl of color. Vibrant reds. Vivid purples. Intense oranges. Brilliant greens. They filled his subconscious, whisking the redhead away to a land that he was obviously not in. To a place where even a killer like him couldn't help but smile.

Lost in the moment, unaware he had closed his eyes, Reno's lids fluttered open, returning him to the world that lay before him, to the yellow daisy in the vase that his co-worker had set upon the table in his sun room. The yellow daisy that seemed to, no matter how much darkness surrounded it, seemed to shine bright, untainted by the troubles of the world. A purity, an untouched gold, that could still manage to make the soulless monster smile, no matter how bright and obnoxious the color seemed to be.

Just like someone else he knew.

And that too, made the bastard smile.