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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Chapter 14
So about an hour passed. I was insanely calm about the whole situation and yet scared as hell. I couldn't stand the idea of just waiting here in this godawful room for six, seven hours...just waiting... Okay, so stress control is something a Turk is taught right from the start, but this was getting to me. Way getting to me, as in grey hair, spazzing out getting to me. I leaned out the window and stared down into the carpark pathetically. Damn Tseng, why the hell did you do this? Do you really think I'm that much of a fuck up that I'm gonna follow you round?
My eyes were drawn across the carpark as I saw two men in dark blue suits walking across from the lobby. Tseng and Rude, no mistaking that pair... mostly because of that godawful bald head of Rude's, bouncing the light off it and nearly blinding me. Plus the fact they were now getting into Tseng's car. I glared down at them as they got in. Not quite sure what in hell I was hoping to achieve by that, but hey, I was stressed, I can be forgiven. Then Tseng, far below me in his car, slammed a clip into a sleek new gun, and it hit me where in the hell they were going.
Don Corneo.
I winced. I couldn't help it. Tseng and Rude were heading straight back into the Don's territory, and without the almighty Reno as backup. Holy shit, what in hell did Tseng think he was doing? Didn't he remember what happened last time? And this time he was going down without my help, without the help of the one who knew that fat bastard's gang inside out. I slammed a fist against the wall subconsciously as Tseng's sleek black '88 reversed and roared out of the Shinra carpark. Asshole, that was the only word for Tseng right now. Annoying, self-righteous, stubborn... sexy ... gorgeous... asshole. If he and Rude did this right now, there was a very good chance, the next time I saw them would be to identify the bodies.
Shit, that was enough for me, I snapped. From one minute being some half dazed, miserable little prick I was suddenly goddamn determined to get the hell out of this place. I grabbed my Turk suit from the drawer and rushed to get dressed, in the end just having the shirt half done up, and the buttons done up wrong. I found my electro-rod in the bottom drawer along with Lola, so I picked them both up and holstered them. Fuck the wound: if I didn't try to help, Tseng and Rude were dead. My goddamn self-pity could wait.
The next obstacle was the locked door, and for a shitty weak Reno it had been enough to stop me, but I was crazed. I could imagine Tseng's body being dragged from the sewers a few days from now, bloated from the water... strangled. shot. electrocuted. Or something worse. Fuck no, as long as I was still able to move I wasn't about to let that happen. I took a flying leap at the door. There was a crash as the hinges burst, and the door fell out into the corridoor. The nurses outside screamed as they saw me with a psychotically determined look on my face, run straight over the broken door and towards the stairwell. The wound in my back should've been hurting like fuck right now, right? But it wasn't. I felt numb, as though my pain receptors had just died. The only thing that mattered right now was getting to Tseng. I think my brain had snapped under the pressure of all the shit, and the only thing I was worried about right now was Tseng. Rufus could do what he wanted to me, I'd let him as long as I could just get to Tseng, be close to him, protect him from that fat cruel bastard in sector 6, who not only killed anyone and everyone cruelly, but liked to torture them for days before he carried it through. Tseng... It was as though I'd suddenly turned into this martyr in his name, because while I leapt down those damn steps I was prepared to let anything happen to me as long as Tseng was kept safe. I'd go back to the slums, I'd let Rufus do what he wanted, holy shit... I'd die to keep him safe.
The security guards in the lobby had apparently been warned by the nurses that a demented Turk was heading out, because they'd called for backup, but one look at the crazed look on my face and they ran for it. Damn right, too: if any of them had tried to stop me I would've killed the bastards. The receptionist cowered behind her computer as I sprinted past, barely hesitating even as I opened the door. I rolled over the hood of my crappy old car and tried to get in, but apparently Tseng had confiscated my car keys too. I told you he was fucking perceptive, didn't I? In the end I just smashed the window and climbed into the driver's seat. Time to test the skills I'd learned in the slums: I'd have to hotwire my own damn car. I'd never been very skilled at doing it but somehow today I got it right first time, and the old gal roared as I sat back up, a determined grimace on my face. I screeched out of that fucking car park, not really caring what wing mirrors or bumpers I managed to knock off in the process. Heading through the centre of Midgar like a madman I actually managed to get to the tunnel to the slums without hitting any pedestrians. A lot of people got their bumpers removed by me though, and some of them went to get out of the car. One look at the Shinra employee badge on the front though, and they thought twice about it. I think I must've set some kinda world record down those streets, because within twenty minutes, full speed in my crappy, ten year old car, I was at the road entrance to sector 6.
When a Turk tries to hide themselves, it's a damn hard job to find them, even if you know they're there. I'd seen Tseng's car already, but it was right on the other side of Wall Market, so that the Don wouldn't suspect and highten his security. Tseng and Rude would be somewhere creeping around the backstreets of the mansion, but so far I'd found nothing to show me they were here. It occured to me maybe they'd already been caught but I couldn't think that or it'd screw my mind, so I dismissed the thought and carried on searching, not really giving a damn anymore wether people recognised me or not because trust me, the mood I was in right now? The bastards would be dead before they hit the floor.
I'd just about completed an entire search of the backstreets when I heard a deep laugh from up ahead and a 'sshhhh'. My heart did goddamn cartwheels as I recognised Rude's laugh and I sprinted madly in the direction it had come from. Within a minute I was faced with Tseng and Rude, standing in one of the darker shadows of the alley as they talked. My eyes hooked on Tseng, still alive, still as cold a son-of-a-bitch as when I'd last seen him. The determined and angry look I'd had all the way here just melted into a gooey smile and then I did something really fucking insane: I ran up and actually... threw my arms around him. I could smell that goddamn beautiful smell of his clothes that up until now, I'd only ever been able to smell from a distance. I sighed and closed my eyes, relieved at least to be here with him, whatever might happen from now. He tensed up in my arms but right now I didn't fucking care wether he felt awkward or not. I needed this, just for once I needed to let my emotions show. Rude could say what the fuck he liked, I needed to be in contact with Tseng, to show my brain that he was still here, still alive. Eventually Tseng pushed me away, but not roughly, only enough to tell me to let go.
"Reno what the hell is the matter with you?" He said in a surprised, stern voice.
For once, I said nothing. No smart ass comments, no egocentric wise cracks. I was just glad to be here, right next to this miserable bastard where I should be... right next to the cold son of a bitch...I loved.
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