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Orphans Chapter 6Rufus wiped his eyes in case there was any trace of tears, then looked up. He'd expected to see then men, but instead saw the redhaired boy he met earlier working to get the lock on his cell undone.
"Reno!" Rufus cried. He got to his feet, and moved to the front of the cell. "How did you-"
"Shh," hissed Reno, "keep your voice down."
Rufus nodded. He put a hand on the bars, and held the pup in one arm. He saw Reno had stuck something in the lock, like a oddly shaped nail file. The lock pick was one of many that flipped out what looked like a pocket knife, but clearly wasn't.
"You're picking the lock?" asked Rufus.
"Duh, what's it look like?" He kept his voice low so as not to be over heard. All the same his words dripped sarcasm. However, at the moment Rufus didn't mind at all. All that mattered was that Reno was here.
"You came back for me!" he said, careful to keep his voice low despite his enthusiam. Reno didn't have to do this, but he had anyway. He really cared about Rufus after al
Orphans Chapter 5Chapter 5
Rufus Shinra had never been afraid before, not like this. As a child if he'd imagined monsters in the shadows of his bedroom he'd ignore any worry because he knew nothing could hurt him. More importantly, he knew his father wouldn't like it if he acted like a coward, even if he was just three years old.
His short life had been free of real worries. He was protected 24/7 by bodyguards, security cameras, and Turks, when he wasn't at school. At school there weren't any dangers either. All his life Rufus had been safe, assured in the fact no one could touch him. That no one let anything happen to him.
Now he was in trouble, real trouble, and there was no one there to save him, and no way out. No one knew where he was. No one would rescue him before he was sold, and after that it would be too late. No one would ever find him then, and Rufus knew the kinds of things they'd do to him.
However, Rufus was still a Shinra, and a Shinra could not show the slightest sign of weakness, a Sh
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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