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140... father's day snowstorm

...I was told he died. No one knew who he was, and mother said he went into the mountains and never came back. So why now? Why am I thinking about it now? ~~Maybe it will go away if I stop thinking about it. Maybe I won't see him when I turn around again.~~

Thanks for coming, everyone. The snowball fight was fun, especially with the chocobos getting involved.

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Sounds good.

I know a place to get some punching bags, too, if you're feelin' that bad.

As long as I don't punch a hole through them.

Won't matter, disposable.

Good.

(The snowstorm was refreshing, in a way. It had been damned fun playing in earlier, but Reno had been glad to get out of it when it broke up the bonfire. But this curse... it was getting pretty bad and he needed to get out. At least the snow wasn't quite as bad as it was a couple hours ago... Reno would have stayed in if it was.

Bundled up against the cold, hands in pockets, he crunched through the snow outside of Xanadu, waiting for Cloud to show up. As soon as he did, Reno was completely going to hide out in one of Xanadu's warmer regions. Punching bags or no.)

(Cloud made sure the chocobos were in their stables and everything was locked down before meeting up with Reno. Maybe it was his Mako-enhancements or maybe it was his mountain-bred heardiness, but the weather wasn't bothering him as much as it was other people. Armed and ignoring the man following him, Cloud spotted Reno and walked over to him.)

Let's find a warmer place.

Know a few spots inside the garden. At least I don't think they'll be affected much...

(He touched Cloud's shoulder lightly to show he was going, and headed off into Xanadu. When they got to their warm spot... well, it was better being too warm than being freezing, in Reno's opinion)

How bad is it? ...I mean, you got it too, right? Your dad?

Sounds good.

9He fell into step next to Reno, shoving his hands in his pockets as they walked along, blue Mako eyes glowing softly against the white snowfall.)

Yeah, I got him. He's crying right now.

(Crying? That surprised Reno a bit, though he wasn't sure what he had been expecting of Cloud's father.)

Huh... thought about talking to him?

A little.

(He really didn't want to say much about what he was hearing - it was strange, listening to someone he had no memories of talk about him as a baby.)

What's your's like?

(Reno really didn't want to think about the things his father was saying, which was why he was trying to ignore the man trailing him, trying so desperately to get his attention. It'd been like that when he was a kid, so why not now?)

My dad? ...he was strict. He had rules and expected ya to abide by them, or else. Liked order... planning... had every aspect of my life planned out from birth, y'know?

...he... (He had to take a breath here, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his thick winter coat.)

He was a good man.

Sounds like something hard for a kid to grow up with.

(Cloud shook his head, scattering snow and sighed, fingers ruffling the drooping spikes. His father trailed behind them, still crying, but for what reason Cloud didn't want to find out. There were too many reasons in his own mind for him to wish to know.)

I never knew my father. Mom said he was a good man, but the others... (He raised a shoulder in a shrug, pretty much referring that they saw that as another defect of Cloud's character - the town's troublemaker and one weird kid.)

Maybe ya knew him once, but forgot. Maybe that's why he's here today.

(As much as he hated it... sometimes Reno wished he could become the snow, frozen in an intricate lattice of water and blown wherever the wind took it. At least he wouldn't have to deal with these things that came.)

...I was a disappointment.

Sometimes you can't be what they want you to be.

(His mother gone in the wake of Sephiroth, his father lost and never returning. They had wanted him to be happy, but was he that? Did he even care?)

I'm not happy enough.

(Reno stopped in his tracks, giving Cloud a curious look)

What does bein' happy have to do with anythin', anyway? ...they never wanted us to be murderers, either.

That's all he's talking about inbetween the sobs.

(He looked at Reno and snorted, taking a step into one of the warmer places of the garden.)

But is that what you wanted to be?

(Reno had no good answer for Cloud, he just looked at the blond man and blinked slowly)

Did you?

I wanted to be a SOLDIER. I wanted to be like Sephiroth.

A long time ago... I wanted to protect people. Funny how those kinda things never turn out like we plan, huh?

(The turk continued on, taking refuge in the warmth of Xanadu from the snow still falling, brushing the snow off his chest.)

...do you have any idea how it is hearing the guy you looked up to most of your life sayin', he wishes he never had kids... that he wishes I never turned out lookin' like him?

Yeah. Funny.

(He did turn out like Sephiroth in a way, but not in the manner he thought he would have. Cloud wasn't sure if he would have stuck with the program if he did make it all those years ago. He rememebred how Zack acted near the end, right before his hometown went up in flames.)

No... not really.

(Reno wouldn't have changed the course of his life for a second, not for all the money and power in the world... the people he was with meant a lot to him, and that might have been the reason he was telling this to Cloud instead of Tseng. He didn't want them worried about him, but Cloud... there was an understanding. Neither of them spoke about what the other said.

But this was... hard to take, at best.)

He wanted me to be an architect.

(Cloud shuffled his feet, toeing off the rest of the slush as the air warmed up around them, and held out his hand to Reno for one of those smokes. Hero and super-whatever-the-hell Hojo made him into, he still felt like some sixteen year old failure sulking from home and family because he wasn't good enough.)

You might have ended up like Reeve stuck in that office with no real say about anything and tinkering with toys.

(Reno scoffed, pulling out the pack and dishing over a few cigarettes.)

With my personality? That's like sayin' you're suited to cheerleadin'.

Huzzah, ShinRa.

(He made a face, and put one of the cigarettes in his mouth and sighed, holding his hand out for a match or lighter.)

I guess that sometimes, we just fell into something that fitted us, you know?

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