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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
- 14
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Chapter 15
Obviously, Tseng wasn't impressed with what I'd done, and while him and Rude told me just which limbs of mine they were going to break for following them, Tseng had this permanent: 'Reno, without doubt you are the stupidest, craziest, most downright patheticly annoying asshole in the entire history of the world, ever' look on his face. But did I care? Did I fuck! That stubborn bastard could stare at me all he wanted, I'd just sped across Midgar like a psychotic chocobo to get to him, and I was damn well going to stay here. Tseng tried a few times to get me to go back, but he above anyone should know what a stubborn little prick I am, and after the third attempt he sighed and looked at Rude with resignation on his face. Score one for Reno! Even if I was mentally screwed up right now, Tseng's look just made me have to smile. Damn but I was smitten. I suppose I've always found him attractive, but it wasn't until today I really understood how deeply. I was...in love with the son of a bitch. Why else would I have come after him? Why else would I have been so panicky at the thought of losing him?
"Reno... you'll go back and wait in my car then." My face fell flat.
"You send me back I'll damn well follow you." I said seriously, and Tseng just winced as I let my lip curl up into that lazy smile I trademarked - he knew he couldn't just shake me off now, so he nodded to Rude and they set off down the sidestreet, with a very happy little me, grinning like a moron as I followed them. It was good to be back in business again.
I kept my eyes on Tseng as much as I could as we walked, trying to stay close enough to protect him if something happened. Yeah, I guess I'm a little overprotective, but this was all a little new to me: this 'love' stuff. I wasn't really sure what the hell I was doing. I had two main objectives as far as I was concerned:
1) Protect Tseng 2) Protect Tseng
Oh...okay that's one, but I guess that means I'd have to protect him double the amount.
Suddenly, Rude who'd been walking some distance ahead to scout, beckoned us over silently to look around the next corner.
"Looks like this leads straight up to his back wall."
Tseng looked at me for advice and I nodded.
"Yeah. The Don used to use the back entrance to get stolen stuff in and out when Shinra were watching the front of house."
"Well Shinra are going to use this little passage for themselves now. Any guards?"
I shrugged stupidly. "There used to be two, but it might have changed since then." I suggested. Is it just me, or is Tseng being really hypocritical here? One minute he's telling me to go home, and the next, he's asking me for info. Damn him. If he weren't so lovable, I'd've strangled him by now.
Tseng and Rude suddenly stalked forwards, seeking refuge behind trash cans, pieces of debris, anything to hand really as they came up to the wall at the back of Don Corneo's mansion. I ran forwards to the first trash can I saw and leaned over it, Lola in hand, pointing at that hateful fence in case Tseng and Rude were spotted. They weren't. In fact, there wasn't even a sound coming from the Don's mansion. No gunfire, no drunken laughter, no women shouting or groaning from the fat bastard's bedroom. This was...odd. Normally it's Tseng goes in for all this 'gut instinct' crap: "Our instincts are more potent a magic than mako..." blah blah blah. Sure, I'd die for the guy but he can talk the biggest load of shit, I wonder where he gets it from. 'Shinra's Big Book of Borgeois Crap' maybe, or '10 ways to bore your employees to death'.
Anyhow, I'm going off at a tangent here. The point is, that for once I was buying what Tseng had said. This place didn't feel right, it was tense, it felt like there were eyes everywhere yet nobody was around. Or maybe that was just me feeling paranoid about this place? Huh, probably just me. I mean, I wasn't exactly in the best psychological state here was I? So I just brushed it off as me being a paranoid asshole, and watched as Tseng...slowly opened the door. I held my breath, expecting gunfire any second, but the door just swung open on its hinges, revealing the empty storage room behind. It wasn't even locked.
Now this was fucking insane. I didn't care if it had been two years or so since I'd been here: the Don would never leave this back entrance unlocked and unguarded, wether he was a sex-obsessed moron or not. I got up from behind the can I was crouching and went over to Tseng and Rude, a little nervous at first, being faced with an entrance to the mansion again after so long, but eventually realising if I was gonna protect Tseng, then I was going to have to go in there. Both Tseng and Rude looked about as stumped over this whole thing as me.
"Urgh, what the hell's going on?" Rude moaned at me quietly, looking into the darkness with what looked like confusion lurking behind those damn shades. Not that it was difficult to confuse Rude anyway, like when we go drinking and he somehow mysteriously ends up buying nearly all my drinks, but in this instance I could empathise with him.
Tseng just 'hmm'ed to himself as he peered into the dark storage room with that new silenced handgun held out at arm's length.
"I smell...a trap." Said Tseng, in that dangerous business voice he always got out on these jobs. His dark eyes narrowed as he searched the air for something. I just stood there like a fool, nearly goddamn shuddering at the memories I got from that room. The next thing I knew I'd put a hand up to one of the scars on my cheek and was running a finger along it with a frown on my face.' Stop it Reno, forget that crap. You've got enough shit to think about without bringing that up again.' I dropped my hand and looked at Tseng expectantly, just like Rude. There was a reason why he was the boss, and we were the lackeys, yaknow? The reason being me and Rude are both dumb as a post, but Tseng...man, he's smart, perceptive, commanding. Just a little difference between us then, eh?
"Well, trap or no, orders are orders. Just keep your eyes peeled. Rude, take the front. Reno? Take the rear."
I'll spare you the images that popped into my head at that point shall i? Okay.
Rude disappeared into the darkness first, almost swallowed up by the complete blackness of that storeroom, next Tseng disappeared, and then with a deep, painful breath, I entered the storeroom that had betrayed me once before...a long time ago.
"Where in the hell's the lightswitch?" There was a clatter as Rude walked into something up ahead, followed by some curse words that even my ears weren't used to hearing.
"Don't trip." I joked half heartedly in the darkness.
"Rude...? Reno...? shut up." Lovely employer/employee relationship we have in the Turks. Sort of: I'll scratch your back, you attack mine with a garden rake.
I knew this room too well to have forgotten where the goddamn lightswitch was, even in total darkness. I walked straight up to the wall with the lightswitch and flicked it on, to be faced with Both Tseng and Rude aiming their guns at me. I stuck my hands up subconsciously.
"Woah! I just turned the light on, not a goddamn bomb." I said defensively, and the guns lowered. Then out attention was drawn to what was actually in the room.
Guns...and guns...and more guns.
And, you know, maybe a few more guns than that. You get the idea? There were many many guns. Rude let a 'woah' escape under his breath. Tseng just kicked the lid off a differently shaped box in the corner. Inside was some very rare, neatly packed materia, all different colours. Summon materia seemed to be the major theme though. He picked up a piece and threw it to me.
"I guess we can be sure that the good Don is the one behind the attempted coup d'etat then." He whispered, and passed another piece to Rude. "No point in wasting good materia on common criminals." He smirked, and then stood back up, pushing that Raven hair back behind his ear before looking at me. "This isn't our mission though Reno. Orders come straight from the President. He wants the Don either dead or a born-again Shinra supporter. Do you think you can lead us to his office?
The Don's office? I literally gulped, but I tried damn hard to hide it.
"Sure." I really hope they didn't hear the catch in my voice when I said that. Tseng nodded and indicated to the wooden steps leading up into the house. He wanted me to take the lead. Oh crap. I hesitated.
"You're the one who wanted to follow us." Oh great Tseng, throw that back at me. I took a deep breath and started walking up those dreaded steps, hoping to god that Tseng walking up behind me didn't see me shaking. This door lead out behind the steps of the Don's lobby, meanin there was no turning back. Believe me, I'm not the kind of guy to get easily scared but this was my past. The whole reason I'd agreed to join Shinra was to get away from this hell hole. My scars were burning like they'd been made yesterday as I turned the doorhandle and walked slowly out into the oh-so-fucking-familiar heart of what I'd hated in sector 6. Just like the room behind us, nobody appeared to be here. I turned back to Tseng and Rude standing in the doorway and nodded.
"Seems like the coast's clear." I said.
Damn me and my mouth.
The next thing I knew, there was a shout and a huge group of the Don's lackeys jumped out at me from the boxes and other random crap littered around the place. I fired Lola about 3 times before she was wrestled out of my panicking hands. Oh crap, it was a trap. I kicked, punched, bit and did every damn trick in the book, while I heard Tseng and Rude giving firing cover for me from the safety of the dark staircase. A few of them fell dead or unconscious, but it was only a matter of time before somebody's fist found that spot on my lower back. Fuck. I screamed and doubled over, in complete fucking agony as the same guy hit it again harder.
"Bastard!" I screamed as I was pulled back upright and a knife was put up against my throat. Oh Fuck, smart move Reno, you've just become a fucking hostage!
The room suddenly became silent, apart from my grunts as I tried to stifle the pain in my back. The guy with the knife to my throat pulled my head up by the hair and stepped forwards towards the staircase. I could see Tseng's silhouette as he stood there flat against the wall with gun in hand. The guy holding me just grinned.
"Tseng of the Turks. We've been expecting you."
Silence. But I noticed that Tseng's silhouette shifted a little as his name was said. So the Don knew the Turks were coming? So this entire thing had been a setup like Tseng thought.
"As you can see, we have your man. Put down your weapon and come out, and Don Corneo gives you his word neither of you will die."
Don Corneo's word huh? Yeah like that's worth a damn thing. He'd do just the same to us as every other prisoner he took. 'For the love of God, Tseng run! Just run, get the hell away from here!' I was screaming inside my head. I didn't want Tseng to die, especially in this shit hole with me. Surely he must know that this guy was lying? I just stayed silent as the blade rested dangerously against my neck. Silence from Tseng, though I could see he hadn't moved. Probably trying to figure something out to get me away. Eventually the guy behind me got impatient and thumped me in the lower back again. I halted a scream but Tseng seemed to shift at the sound. Holy fuck no, he wasn't seriously considering it, was he?
"You have thirty seconds Turk, or his blood makes a new addition to the Don's carpet."
Twenty of those seconds passed v-e-r-y slowly. I figured I was about to die, and decided to pray to every god and deity I'd ever heard of just in case I picked the wrong one to pray to. The next ten seconds didn't pass in quite the same way, as almost exactly on the ten second mark, Tseng stepped out, weaponless with his arms in the air, but Rude didn't follow. My eyes just nearly popped out of my goddamn head, then I sighed and closed my eyes in despair. Shit Tseng, what the hell are you doing? I would've preferred you to leave me to die. Because of me, the guy I'd set out to protect had ended up surrendering to the Don, and now he was going to die right here with me.
Life really fucking sucks sometimes, don't it?
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