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Tseng's Company	By : Turkaholic Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Tseng's Company
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter 13
"I want to come back to work."
It was the morning after what had happened. The nurses had finally taken me off the Mako fluid after realising that for some unexplainable reason, I'd nearly overdosed on the stuff in the night. I was back in control of my brain, which considering what had happened to me, wasn't really a good thing: my muscles were completely fucked, and I felt like I'd just climbed the side of Gaea's Cliff with a 12 ton elephant strapped to my back. I would've preferred to have been hooked up to the Mako fluid with my brain like goo than be just sitting in this fucking hospital bed wide awake, feeling, knowing damn well what had happened and not being able to do shit about it. Plus, Rufus' last words had been spinning in my brain all night: "I'll see you tomorrow." That bastard would be back again tonight, and tonight I wouldn't be out of my head on Mako, so it would hurt a hell of a lot more. Fuck, what in hell was I supposed to do? Let the asshole screw me over again? No, no way, that wasn't happening if I could damn well help it. I was outta this place as quick as I could be. Eventually I'd called for Tseng, and ten minutes later he was here, standing at my bedside watching as I tried to hide the fact I was still in goddamn agony from the wound in my back...and other areas.
Tseng stared down at me blankly, as though I'd just said the stupidest damn thing he'd ever heard and I saw a smirk start to spread across his face. I hate it when Tseng smirks. The way it looks on his face is surreal, it makes you wonder what the hell he's thinking behind it, or what he's planning to do. More than that, it's another one of those looks that makes me, this normally headstrong self conceited asshole in this bed here, turn to mush under his gaze and basically act like a pathetic little lapdog as long as the look is on his face. I stared up at him from the bed, despite feeling like crap finding it hard to surpress a gooey smile forming on my face.
"You want to come back to work." He said, an undertone of disbelief as he said it. Yeah Tseng, that's what I just said. What the hell are you, a parrot now?
"Yeah boss, that's what I said."
He sighed thoughtfully and looked up at the ceiling for a moment while I sat there, waiting for some kind of response. I knew I was pretty fucked up, what with the wound on my back still causing a damned awful amount of pain, and feeling the results of what Rufus had done to me last night, but all the more reason for me to get the hell out of here. If I could get myself out of this place and back in normal Turk business, there would be less chance for Rufus to get at me. I have to admit it: after the way Rufus had acted last night I was scared as fuck. Yeah, you heard right I was scared, and with good reason. The guy was sick in the head. Sicker than I'd even thought about before. Fuck knows what would happen to Shinra Inc. if that guy ever took his daddy's place.
"Reno you regained consciousness yesterday, you nearly overdosed on Mako fluid today... and you think you're fit to come back to work?"
"Yup."
More silence. What, was it that hard to believe that I actually wanted to do something and not stay in bed all day? Probably. Tseng above all people knows how damn lazy I can be. On more than one occasion he's caught me sleeping on the job, and once he actually checked up on me to see if I was working and found me with one of the girls from the kitchen staff instead of doing the paperwork like I was told to. Yeah, I guess I can see why he'd be suspicious of me wanting to actually work. Suddenly Tseng laughed. It was a deep purr of a laugh but it took me by surprise and I screwed up my face in confusion as he stared down at me, a silky chuckle escaping his lips. What in the planet's name?
Tseng hardly ever laughs, and when he does it's normally a damn cruel laugh at either mine or Rude's expense. This time he wasn't really laughing at anybody in particular, and he folded his arms as he subdued his laughter, surpressing it into a smirk.
"Oh now I get it. I see where this is going."
"You do?" I stuttered, trying to hide the anxiety in my voice as I gripped the bedcovers, unsure of exactly what it was Tseng meant by that. He has this awful nack of knowing exactly what's wrong with people. It's so damn annoying to speak with someone who knows you inside out, when they're so fucking difficult to read. Tseng just smirked harder, though I kinda noticed his eyes narrowed when I spoke.
"This is all about money, isn't it? Reno, you're on sickpay, there's no need to go around trying to prove you're some kind of martyr, because it will not... I repeat: will not get you a payrise."
Now that hurt. My jaw dropped and I looked up at him with my mouth wide open in shock. Shit, how shallow did Tseng think I was? Sure, I'm a lazy, egocentric, sensation junkie, but did he really think I was that obsessed with money? Who the fuck did he think I was, President Shinra?
"This has nothing to do with goddamn money, Tseng." I growled through my teeth, trying hard not to get up and go for his throat. He stepped back calmly and sighed, opening his hands like a politician.
"Then tell me Reno, tell me just what it is you're trying to prove. You can barely sit up straight, let alone carry out Turk business. You're in no fit state to come back to work."
"And I guess you are then, with that injured arm?" Whoah, did that just come from me? That Mako fluid must've screwed with my senses: I'd just questioned Tseng's authority. The look in his face when I said that: the utter absolute shocked disgust adorning his face. Heh...guess he'd never expected me to question him like that. Hell, I'd never expected it either, but I suppose my fear of Rufus was more than my fear of Tseng right now, and until I was sure I could get the hell out of here, I was prepared to fight. Tseng steeled himself and glared down at me.
"You will remain on sick pay until that wound is healed. Then, and only then, will you be allowed to return to the Turks." Damn awkward bastard, looks like I pushed him too hard. He turned away and went for the door. With a groan I tried to pick myself up off the bed to follow. Shit I couldn't just let him leave me here to wait for Rufus to come and screw me over. I had to do something... oh hell no, I was going to have to do something that would dent my ego brutally: I was going to have to apologise.
"I'm sorry."
Those damn words stuck in my throat like broken glass, and it came out more honest than I'd planned. I got up and hobbled over to Tseng, who'd halted at the sound of my voice. I stifled a groan as a stabbing pain shot through from my back, and looked at Tseng, his back turned, that long jet black hair so close I could've reached out and touched it...if I had the guts. As it was I just stood there like a moron, searching for something more detailed than just 'I'm sorry', sucky damn words, that's why I hate apologising, it makes you sound like a little girl. Eventually I sighed and shrugged to Tseng's turned back.
"Shit, listen Tseng: I don't want to be sitting in this goddamn room all day. I want to be doing something, anything but sitting in that bed all day staring out the window. This place is sending me freaking insane. Just take me off sick leave..." another word coming that would sting my throat: "...please." I said pathetically and dropped my head so that my loose red hair was falling over my face. I just needed to get out of here, as far away from this room and the memories of Rufus as I could. It was driving me insane, just sitting there in the bed where last night, Rufus had been kneeling over me, hurting me, goddamn kissing me. I shuddered to myself, waiting for some kind of response from Tseng. There was a sigh, and I saw him reach up with his good arm to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Reno...you will stay here until that wound heals." He said seriously, and walked through the door, shutting it behind him. 'Like fuck I will.' I mumbled to myself, and tried to open the door. I say 'tried', because Tseng had locked the door behind him, making sure I couldn't disobey his orders.
Fuck.
I pounded on the door madly. Shit, Tseng couldn't do this! He couldn't lock me up like this, I had a goddamn right to leave! Nobody seemed to give a shit about the fact Reno was stuck in this damn room though, or at least if they did, nobody came to help. I stood there banging on that door for the best part of ten minutes, before I started to get tired and my throat became too sore to shout any more. I staggered over to the window, looking down at the whole of Midgar spread out before me, and the Shinra carpark right underneath. I could see Tseng's car from here, still with that dent my body had made under Ceasar's immense weight six days ago. I desperately needed a cigarette and a good bottle of whiskey, but my cigarettes had apparently been taken off me for 'health reasons' and I doubted wether the nurses would be kind enough to bring me any alcohol. Damn you Tseng... I knew he was only trying to stop me doing something completely stupid like following him and Rude out on a job, but by trying to help me, he'd just condemned me. All I could do was wait here now, just wait in this too damn clean hospital room and wait for him, wait for Rufus to come back.
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