In my country, Vietnam 🇻🇳, adults give lucky money (put in a red envelope) to children so as to bless them with good fortune. So this year, mommy Tseng will give his "children" some lucky money 🎆
“I doubt that I’ll ever return to this place,” Chadley says. He looks around Reeve’s office. Something resembling a pout appears on his face. It’s as close to a human expression as Reeve has seen him make.
“Still, I must say, of all of the rooms in this building, this one was my favourite.”
By nature, Reeve is not a sarcastic person, but even he bites his tongue to keep himself from saying something about the various robot parts for Cait Sith stuffed under his desk, the looming stacks of paperwork making up a city rebuilding plan that will never be used, or the fact that his office doesn’t even have a proper door if Reeve wants privacy.
It’s less of an office and more of a cage, partially-built by his own stupidity.
Snapshots of Reeve Tuesti during the events of Final Fantasy VII Rebirth. Basically a Reeve character study during canon events with a dash of adventure and romance.
I hop off the cable car behind Aerith and everyone ambles inside the amusement park. Barret’s not doing so great since we left North Corel and I’m sure the sheer cheeriness of this place isn’t helping. The flower girl tries to get him to lighten up, but that’s kind of a tall order for him. Unfortunately, she pushes him a bit too far and he takes off. The others agree to take a break until we can come up with what to do with the gunner and everyone would meet at the inn after dark.
I make my way through Battle Square first; noticing Yuffie having a blast yelling at some competitors but it’s just not that interesting. So I head on over to Wonder Square. The moment I step into the venue, a large moogle comes bouncing towards me. Curiously, a black and white cat sits on its head, holding onto his crown. I hold perfectly still, unsure of what’s going on, until the pair stop in front of me.
“Hello there lassie!” the cat announces, bouncing on the moogle’s head and straightening his cape. “The name’s Cait Sith and it’s a pleasure to meet ya!” He holds out a gloved hand. Indulging the feline, I slip my hand into his, which he gives a kiss.
Ah, so he’s a little charmer. “It’s nice to meet you,” I giggle, amused at his outgoing personality.
His mouth falls open as he awes. “Aww, and what a lovely voice too! How about a free fortune for the pretty lady?”
“A fortune?”
“That’s right. I’m a fortune teller,” he announces proudly. He hums and does a little dance atop the moogle which waves it arms until a little paper pops out from its mouth.
A robot?!
The cat reaches down to take the paper. He turns it over and over, looking absolutely serious. “Thaancatcrùnaleantainngugaol.” I contain my laugh as he tries to make sense of the letters. “This is literally just gibberish!” Tossing the paper aside, Cait Sith stomps on the moogle's head. “What’s wrong with you, ya great galoot?! You were just maintenanced yesterday!” He’s an animated character, that’s for sure. Unfazed, the moogle spits out another piece of paper that the character scans. “Ah! That’s better! An amorous encounter awaits she who accompanies his majesty.”
I tilt my head. “What?”
He shrugs, passing the paper to me. “Not entirely sure, but sounds like love is in your future.”
“Huh, interesting.”
“Say, have you ever been to the Gold Saucer before?”
I shake my head. “Nope. First time.”
“If ya like, I could show you around,” he sing-suggests.
“But aren’t you working?”
“Pssh! They ain’t gonna miss me none. Besides, what kinda employee would I be if I let a payin’ customer get lost?”
I think on it a moment. He is adorable and pretty funny and he wants to be my personal guide. “Okay. Why not.”
“Great!” The cat leaps at me without warning and I barely have the sense to catch him before he hits the ground. “Have ya seen the chocobos yet? The races are spectacular!”
A smile pulls at my mouth. “Show me the way.”
~~~~~
Reeve POV
The door clicks behind me, leaving me in the quiet sanctuary of my small home. Sometimes I wonder why I’ve spent so long working for Shinra; surely there must be other humanitarian paths I could’ve followed.
No. Probably not.
I take a shower in an attempt to wash away the grievances of work—it only mildly helps. With a bowl of instant noodles, I trudge down the hall. That’s when I notice the computer in my office. There’s a notification on the screen with a little cartoon of Cait Sith waving. I normally let him do his own thing unless I had something specific for him to do but he calls when he thinks he’s got something important to say. Most times, he’s got great information, or at least something he thinks might be helpful, but there are occasions where it’s just nonsense and I consider adjusting his AI to something more serious. Still, I should see what he wants.
I take a seat and click on the notification. A screen pops up, showing me what he’s looking at.
“Oi! Look at that bird go!” he shouts. He’s watching the chocobo races at the Gold Saucer; more nonsense. I sigh, prepared to close the video feed. “Go Rudy go!”
“Come on, Rudy!”
I hesitate and the robot turns his gaze to the woman beside him.
I’m captivated. The look of joy on her face makes my heart melt and the shade of her eyes is dazzling. She’s absolutely stunning.
Cait Sith’s gaze keeps moving between her and the race and I wish he’d just focus on the woman. Though, on second thought, that might appear creepy.
“Ah! He did it!” she cheers. “He won!”
“Aye! Too bad you didn’t place a bet!”
Her laugh urges me to lean closer. “I don’t think my friends would be happy if I gambled my money away.”
“You just picked the last three winning birds!” Cait replies excitedly.
“So? Knowing my luck, I’d pick the last place chocobos with money on the line.” Her head tilts and she gives me, I mean Cait Sith, a warm smile. “So what should we see next?”
My little bot has taken it upon himself to become this woman’s tour guide as she enjoys the park. I find myself surprisingly invested in their adventure, particularly mesmerized by their ride on the gondola with the fireworks highlighting her beauty. And she’s so gentle and kind and I may be in over my head.
Hopping off the ride, Cait Sith leads the way towards the next square. The cat mutters a few words, too quietly for her to possibly hear, and I realize he’s talking to me. “So what do ya think?”
I tap at the keyboard, activating my mic for only him to hear. “Your job is reconnaissance, not looking for dates.”
“She’s a pretty lass, ain’t she?”
“Not the point.”
“And nice and warm and soft.” Sighing, I rub at my temples. “With the best kind of luck.”
“What?”
He ignores me, pausing to look back at the girl. “Hey, is it alright if I join you and your friends in your travels?”
“Cait Sith!” I hiss. He’s probably muted me.
“Huh? But don’t you have a job here?”
“Ah, it’s getting boring here anyway. Besides, I’m very interested to see where that fortune of yours leads.” He shows off for her. “Come on. No harm in asking, right?”
She warns him, “Okay, but they can be pretty serious sometimes.”
“All the more reason for me to go! Someone’s gotta lighten things up!” With a roll of her eyes, she smiles and the two head for the inn. “This is going to be fun,” he mumbles to me.
Deep down, I’m kind of proud of him, intrigued to learn more about this woman. But I never could’ve imagined who her friends were.
The apology bursts from Cait Sith’s mouth as soon as the cat jolts awake after Reeve reboots him. Stumbling forward, Cait Sith nearly collapses into Reeve’s arms as if he had somehow been running the entire time he had been shut down.
Cait Sith’s pain and regret watching the Sector 7 plate collapse into the undercity below flickers behind Reeve’s eyelids when he closes his eyes, nearly gasping aloud at the force of Cait Sith’s emotions.
They still hit Reeve hard, even as he mentally braces himself.
Cait Sith continues to babble in an ancient Kalm dialect that Reeve no longer wholly understands, although the cadence and warmth to it — even as Cait Sith is visibly distressed and wracked with palpable guilt — reminds Reeve of his father.
“It’s alright,” Reeve says, holding up his hand to stop another apologetic torrent of words from from the cat.
“It’s not your fault.”
The words ring hollowly in his ears and Reeve knows that Cait Sith doesn’t believe them because Reeve himself doesn’t fully believe them. He can feel their shared shame and self-hatred pooling in the pit of his stomach.
Shaking his head, Reeve tries again.
“There’s nothing you could have done to stop them from dropping it.”
Please, Mister President! I am asking you to reconsider—no, begging. The Sector 7 undercity is home to more than 50,000—”
“And your reports on the immediate aftermath were helpful in designing a complete reconstruction plan for Sector 7 and the surrounding affected areas.”
A soft whirring sound accompanies Cait Sith tilting his head in surprise as he studies Reeve. The cat turns his head towards the same stack of files making up the city’s reconstruction plan that Reeve had been staring at himself a few hours earlier. It sits at the corner of Reeve’s desk, practically taunting him for his inability to get it approved and pushed through.
Reeve doesn’t add that the aforementioned plan is essentially useless.
This kind of honesty, the kind that has less to do with Shinra and more to do with himself, is even more dangerous.
He really should sleep.
“It sounds beautiful,” she says, wistful in a way that Reeve hasn’t heard from her before. “I wish I could have seen it.”
“It was. I didn’t appreciate it enough when I was younger,” he admits ruefully. “Too busy with schoolwork and trying to stay at the top of the class at Junon Academy, and then desperately wanting to move to the big city of Midgar.”
“Sounds like the stereotypical plot of a small town boy,” she teases.
Another all-nighter in the Urban Development and Planning Office with his assistant inspires Reeve to use the Shinra Combat Simulator for a much more romantic purpose. (Basically, Reeve channels his inner BG3 Gale Dekarios. Mild spoilers for Gale's romance in BG3. Spoilers for Before Crisis.)
“You and I have a lot in common, director. Both shoved away in our respective broom closets. Ignored. Forgotten. Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t turn sooner.”
Remembering Domino’s words from a few moments ago has Reeve’s stomach twisting uneasily at the insinuation of turning on the company he’s worked for since he was a teenager.
Still, he has already turned.
He sent Cait Sith to stop the Turks at Sector 7. Although he was too late, and the plate still fell, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t try to stop it.
Even before this, he used Cait Sith to aid Verdot and the Turks against the company.
The weight of this realization settles on Reeve’s shoulders uncomfortably.