"Hey Tifa, let's go to the Battle Arena, I'll win you somethin'," said Cloud. "Alright," Tifa said, giggling, the two jumped down the seat to the Battle Arena. Everyone began to wonder off. Yuffie grabbed Vincent and pulled him off to the Entertainment Sqaure, where they were the hundreth couple of the day. "Aeris, want to go see Vampy and that brat make fool's of themselves?" Rufus asked. Aeris giggled, "Sure." Tseng supprised Elena by asking her to go to Speed Square, with him and Rude.

"So..........you wanna go on the Gondila?" Reno asked. "Sure, why not?" I replied. "That'll be 3 GP" "Here," replied Reno. "Enjoy" We sat in uneasy silence, until we reached the top. "How pretty!" I exclaimed, as a dozen giant balloon's flew into the air. Suddenly the Gondila lurched to a stop. "What happed?" Reno asked, looking out the window. "We're stuck at the top," I said, giggling, "This is better than a ferris wheel! Don't you think?" "I wouldn't know," Reno replied. "You've never been on a ferris wheel?" I gasped, raising a hand to my mouth, "What did you do with your childhood?" Reno shook his head, "I didn't have one. My father was a drunk, and my mother died giving birth." "I'm sorry....." I said, looking away. "Don't be, I'm not. Anyway, he threw me out on the street when I was fifteen, Tseng took me in," Reno said, bitterness filling his voice. "What happend?" I asked. Reno sighed, and leanded his head back, "Well, it was about two week's after my birthday, my aunt had sent me some money, but I didn't tell him cause he'd just take it:"

"Reno damnit, get me another beer!" Reno's father shouted. "Yes Mitchel," Reno mumbled, climbing to his feet. "What, I can't hear you," Mitchel yelled. Reno sighed, "YES MITCHEL." Reno returned a few minute's later, beer in hand. Mitchel back handed him, Reno didn't flinch. "Damnit boy, move faster!"

"I'm going to bed," Reno said, turning toward the stair's. In his room, Reno pulled out a small shoe box, taking off the lid he pulled out a wad of money, from his previouse birthday's, adding twenty gil to it, he began counting. Suddenly the door burst open, and Mitchel stumbled in. "What the hell is that!" he demanded, noticing the money in Reno's hand, "You been holding out on me boy?"

Reno clutched the money in his hand, backing toward the bed. Mitchel broke his beer bottle on the rugged dresser near the door, and advanced. He grabbed Reno by the collar and drug the broke glass down each cheek under his eye's. Ripping the money from Reno's hand, he drug the boy down the stair's and threw him out the front door, "Get outta here and if you come back, I'll kill you!" Mitchel yelled. A hand clasping each cheek, Reno ran down the street, and finaly collasped in a dark alley.

"That's horrible!" I exclaimed, tracing the scar on his left cheek with my fingure, "So......how'd you join the Turk's?" "Well, after when I woke up, I wasn't in the alley anymore, and my wound's were bandaged:"

"Where......am I?" Reno asked, holding his head. "Shinra Headquarters," came a voice. "Who're you?" Reno asked. "Tseng, leader of the Turk's" came the reply. "You the one who brought me here?" Reno asked. Tseng nodded. "Why," Reno wondered. "I have a deal for you, you can stay here and train to be a Turk, or you can go back to the street's," said Tseng.

"I choose the Turk's," said Reno, "When I was seventeen, I was sent on a job, with Rude, to collect from a man who was two year's behind on his bill's, the look on his face when I came knocking, was priceless. Even more so when he relized just who I was:"

"Who are you, and what do you want?" the man demanded. "Why father dear, don't you reconize your own son," Reno asked, his voice emotionless. "Reno, boy is that you, what the hell do you want!" Mitchel yelled. "Money, I'm here to collect," Reno said. "Forget it," Mitchel yelled, taking a swing at him, Reno easily side stepped him, and brought his a knife to Mitchel's throat, in one swift movement.

"Tsk, tsk, you should no better than to cross Shinra," Reno said. "Shinra! You're a goddamn Turk!" Mitchel panicked as the relization hit him. "I outta slit your throat right here," Reno growled, his voice deadly enough to frighten a man twice his size. "Forget it Reno, the piece of trash isn't worth it," said a voice. "Your right, Rude," Reno said, lifting Mitchel by his throat and flinging him acoss the room. "However if you don't pay next time.........." Reno cut of, running a fingure across his throat, a cold grin on his face.

"Gee," I said, unsure of what to say. "Heh, you're lucky, babe," Reno said, "You prabably had a nice warm home, with parent's that loved you." "I wish," I said, "You think you had it bad, that's nothin, I was on the street at the age of six." "WHAT!" Reno exclaimed. I nodded my head, "It's true, my real mother wanted to keep the fact I was Cetra a secret. So she left me on a door step, the wrong door step. The woman kept me, but she was a whore, and a total drug addict. She'd go out and leave me every night, and I had to be in bed before she got back. One night, I wasn't in bed, she came in with one of her 'regular's', and sent me to bed after cussing me out. The next morning after her 'costomer' had left she came into my room screaming and yelling, she beat me till I was unconcess, I woke up in and old abanded building:"

"You alright, kiddo?" came a worried voice. Onya stirred and opened her eye's, "Huh? Where am I?" "The old wearhouse, in Sector 3, I'm Masson Cole." "I'm Onya, how'd I get here?" Onya asked.

The blond, motioned to a boy in the corner, "Jarmi found you. What happened?" "I don't wanna talk 'bout it," Onya replied. "You don't havta," said a blond girl in the corner, "I'm Delcia Chere, and that is Jarmi Figaro, and she's Catalina Branford," Delcia said, pointing to a girl with jade green hair, and a boy with a long braid.

"They where all kid's, and we all had a simalier story to tell," I said. "What happend to them?" Reno asked. I lowered my head, trying to avoid eye contact, "We were in Sector 7, for my eleventh birthday, twelve year's ago, the next day, I went ahead out of the Sector. That was the last time I saw them, I don't know if any of them survived, but they were there when the plate fell..........." I trailed off. The ride sprang to life, and we began moving again. "I'm so sorry," Reno said, "it's all my fault......" "NO IT'S NOT!" I exclaimed, too fast, "You were just folowing order's there's no WAY you could've know!" "Yeah, but still....." "Reno Danilies, if you start feeling guilty, I'll have to beat the shit outta you," I cut in. "I'd like to see you try!" Reno laughed. In a matter of seconed's we were laughing again.