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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
- 15
- 16
- 17
Chapter 16
The knife at my throat relaxed a little and the bastard behind me began to laugh, his rancid breath hitting the back of my neck. He was still holding me up by the hair, which was just as well, because I was having trouble stopping my legs from spasming in horror, as I watched Tseng step indignantly into the awaiting circle of the Don's lackeys. Every fucking step he took, his eyes didn't move from me, and it just made me want to turn away or hide. There was either disappointment or concern flickering dimly at me in that stare. He knew just as well as me that the Don had no intention of letting us live... but then, why in god's name had he given himself up? It didn't matter though. Me and him were already dead, and in a few days our bodies would be found floating in the sewer systems of Midgar, another pair of Turks that didn't do their job properly, and got what they deserved.
Shit, this couldn't be happening. The guilt going through my fucked up head right then was indescribable, and for me, guilt aint normally a thing I let bother me too much. Oh hell, I didn't mind dying, but for Tseng to die with me? That would be torture. To watch the guy I was in love with die and not be able to do a damn thing would be utter torture. I'd set out to protect him, but the only thing I could offer him right now was the godawful pathetic apology in my face as they searched him and tied his hands behind his back. A few seconds later I realised the knife had been taken away from my neck, and the same was being done to me. I didn't bother to fight it. What was the fucking point?
The hand in my hair released and I staggered, realising for the first time since we'd been ambushed that I was being allowed to stand freely. I felt like I was drunk or stoned or some goddamn thing, and I just couldn't stand up straight. It was probably from the pain in my back that had suddenly caught up with me, or maybe it was from disbelief. In the end I just swayed and collapsed back against one of the Don's men, who just laughed at me and pushed me towards Tseng. In the entire goddamn thing, I didn't take my eyes off Tseng, somehow scared in case he was suddenly taken away when I wasn't looking. 'Goddamn it Reno, stop acting like such an old woman. If you're gonna die, die with a little style.' For some reason when those words went through my head they were in Tseng's voice. I looked up at him, from where I'd ended up kneeling on the floor, and he looked back at me, controlled and calm. Yup, Tseng was the perfect Turk, alright: Calm, professional...compared to me - a staggering fucking wreck. I decided to take a leaf out of Tseng's book and brought myself up to my feet, now standing next to him facing the hoarde that had ambushed us. I recognised a few faces among them, and they sure as hell recognised me, from the moronic grins on their faces.
"Hey, it's the runt." I heard somebody say, and then the guy who'd had the knife to my neck stepped forward again and grinned.
"Welcome back Reno." He smiled, letting disgusting yellow teeth appear behind his lips. "How's life as a Shinra lapdog?"
"Fuck you." Wow, what a comeback. 10/10 on the crapometer. At least the Don's men seemed to find it funny anyway. Tseng next to me sighed, as though he'd expected more of me or something. Heh...staring into his own death, and still rating me on my work. Now that's what you call 'work obsessed'.
"So what do you plan to do with us then?" Ah geez, Tseng, you had to ask didn't you? There was a silence. The entire place seemed to be swamped in damn silence. The guy with the knife placed the point of it against his thumb and stared at it intently as he said the next words.
"We're going to fucking kill you."
Like I'd expected any different.
"And what happened to the Don's word?" Damn you Tseng, we're about to fucking die here, how can you be so calm? I looked at him out the corner of my eye. I realised how hunched over and troubled he looked. Shit, I'd never seen Tseng like that before, even under major stress he normally looked so sleek and pristene. Right now he looked like fuck. Damn it, I wanted to reassure him. Standing there faced with dying, and all I wanted to do was comfort Tseng. Put my arms around him, stroke that gorgeous hair, tell him it'd be okay. 'Reno, you're screwed in the head. Let's just concentrate on the important things here.'
The guy just laughed at Tseng's words, as did the rest of those miserable bastards. He didn't need to answer - the laugh said it all, and suddenly there was the sound as pistols, handguns, shotguns and a variety of other guns appeared from peoples pockets and holsters...all pointing at us. Somehow that brought it home to me.
"Oh fuck." Was all I could manage to say. Tseng sort of half-smiled slightly, as if he'd expected me to say something stupid like that.
"One..." Said the sneering guy with the knife.
"I'm sorry boss."
"Two..."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you go ahead." And that would be regret. We both screwed up our faces, ready for the impact.
"Thr-"
"WHAT'S GOING ON?"
Holy crap! Now what the fuck was happening? I stayed there with my eyes clamped shut for a while longer, just in case they changed their minds, then I heard the sound of heavy footfall coming down the stairs above us. I had a really crappy sinking feeling in my stomach as I realised who the voice belonged to. I shuddered. I couldn't help it, and within a few seconds, Don Corneo was down the steps, wearing that godawful red robe he insisted on wearing all day. I think Tseng was the only one to see me shudder, or for hell's sake I hoped he was the only one. This was all like a fucking nightmare, like all my worst cheese dreams brought into reality.
If there is a God, then he was in a really shit mood when he planned my life.
The Don looked pissed off, and I looked up to see one of the Honeybee girls leaning over the balcony watching, looking kinda flustered.
"What ARE you doing? You know not to make a lot of noise when I'm with the chickies!"
"But Don, you told us to..."
"I told you to capture the two Turks, not hang around here, making enough noise to disturb a-"
"But we *have* captured the Turks!"
Silence. The fat bastard stood there a second as he let that little gem of information sink in to his testosterone-filled brain. First he looked at his men, then at the guns, and then followed the guns until his eyes rested on me and Tseng. Shit. I tried my best to stay calm like Tseng as recognition settled into that fat blubbery face and he stepped towards me.
"Well well. Here's a face I recognise."
Straight ahead Reno...look straight ahead. Keep that fucking brain of yours thinking of something else. It wasn't that I was scared of the fat bastard himself, but I was scared of what he could do, what he had done before. I managed somehow - fuck knows how - to stay silent and calm as his ugly face loomed up before me.
"Take a rat, give it a suit and this is what you get. Welcome back to the fold, Reno. I never thought you'd have the nerve to turn up here."
"Don Corneo." Props for me, I managed to speak without sounding like a whimpering little girl. I wasn't watching the Don, but I felt it when he put a finger on my cheek, tracing the scar under my eye. I held back a flinch. The Don liked to draw death out, it was one of his character flaws, and he'd probably draw mine out a fucking long time. I'd betrayed him for Shinra, he wouldn't let that just slide by.
"Glad to see the scars are still there... let's see if we can't add to them before you die." Then he just walked past me, towards Tseng. I tensed up, ready to try to protect him if Don Corneo went to do anything to him.
"And you're head of the Turks, I suppose."
Tseng remained silent. If there was one thing Tseng was good at, it was silence.
"You killed three of my best men the other day."
More silence.
"And... you nearly ruined my attempt to take over Shinra."
Damn, Tseng had this silence thing down to an art. He just glared at the Don with such utter disgust that, if it was me on the revieving end, I would've untied his ropes and apologised for the inconvenience I'd caused him.
"Before *you* die, you'll tell us who supplied the Turks with that information."
With a simple click of his fingers, Don Corneo walked away and back up the stairs, not even sparing another glance for either us or his men. The last thing I saw of him, he was chasing the Honeybee girl back into his office with a howl. Bastard. Now, instead of dying straight away, we'd be tortured first. Fucking perfect.
In the whole of this, I was wondering where the fuck Rude was, and why he hadn't tried to help us. That thought was knocked right out of my head though, when the bastard with the knife walked up and hit me round the head. I fell to the floor unconscious, though I heard Tseng say my name before I lost complete control of my mind.
The next time I woke up, I was alone and in the dark. No Tseng, none of the Don's lackeys. Just me and a fucking tiny little room without any windows. I realised I was in the tiny storage room under the house that the Don used for people he didn't want to escape, and my head ached like fuck. I moaned woefully. Why the hell was all this shit happening to me? Had I been, like, a raving psycho in another life, and this was my payback? I didn't linger on that thought long though, because I realised a major fact I'd missed first time round: Tseng was not here.
I panicked. Holy fuck, where the hell was he? I put a hand through my lank hair in stress. Maybe he was dead already: who knows how long I'd been out? It might've been a few days, and Tseng had already been killed. I forced the tears back again, knowing I was just being fucking stupid. Of course the miserable old bastard was still alive! Tseng wouldn't just die. He'd fight, he'd do his damn hardest to resist, he might even have escaped.
I comforted myself with that thought, and cradled my head on my knees as I willed this fucking awful headache to go away. I moaned again: It was dark and hot, and I didn't even have my goddamn cigarettes here to entertain me. I just sat there silently. There was no point trying the door: It was locked from the outside, and it was made of goddamn steel. What chance did a skinny little runt like me have at opening that bastard?
It must've been about twenty minutes later when I heard footsteps. Slow, distant, but getting nearer. Then I realised there was more than one set of footsteps. Two or three, maybe. One set was definitely Tseng's. It sounds stupid, but trust me: when you're always looking over your shoulder to make sure your boss doesn't find out about all the girls you've been bringing back to your office, you learn to recognise their footsteps.
I felt myself relax a little at the sound, but then I started to worry again. Was it...just me or did his footsteps sound...uneven? Laboured maybe? I held my breath as the door was opened, not knowing what to expect from him. Suddenly, in the doorway stood Tseng, and I wanted to burst into tears right then and there.
"Tseng..."
He looked awful. He was leaning on the doorframe as if he couldn't stand up without it. He looked pale, with big black rings around his eyes. His breathing was laboured and his normally smooth and calm face looked angst. Shit, what the hell had they been doing to him? I frowned in sympathy and stood up to help him. A second later, one of the Don's men behind him pushed him through the door and he tripped towards me, landing in my arms as they shut the door behind him. He stood there, leaning on me for a second, his arms round my neck like he just needed me to be there. My heart fucking skipped a beat. Those normally gorgeous obsidian eyes were staring up at me from his half-collapsed position in my arms. For once he just looked...so helpless. I'd never seen him as anything other than the hardass son of a bitch he was to me at work. I'd never been allowed to see beyond it...until now. This entire mission had gone fucked up. I'd never wanted to cause this to him...ever. I felt guilt stab through me right then and there. I'd caused this, I'd caused Tseng this pain. There were no tears in his eyes, but I could almost feel his pain flowing through me. I was far too fucking familiar with the Don's methods of getting somebody to talk, so I had some idea of what he must've felt like. I stood him up as carefully as I could and helped him over to the side of the room.
"You need to rest..." I said quietly, and helped him to sit down beside me. He didn't stay that way though, without a word, he closed his eyes and lay his head on my lap. I couldn't help but sigh. Here was Tseng, trusting me, letting me see his weaker side for once. I let my hand hover above his hair for a second...that hair that for months, I'd ached to touch, to caress, before I started to stroke it, velvet smooth under my touch, trying to soothe him. I heard him sigh in the darkness, before he said something that made me feel like someone had just stabbed me in the heart:
"Reno, Thank you." He whispered, and I continued to stroke his goddamn beautiful hair in the dark. Thank you for what? I wondered. For being there? For letting him lie on me? For letting him be weak in my presence? To hear that coming from Tseng... I think that was the point I truly and utterly fell in love with the guy. Before, I'd only seen his hard side, but now, sitting there in the dark, stroking his hair as he fell slowly asleep, his head resting on my lap as he trusted me, I realised there was more to him than that. This was a side of him he'd never meant to show, and yet he was showing it to me, not trying to hide the pain as he usually did. I felt honoured, but then, I reminded myself: we were good as fucking dead already, what difference did it make wether he showed this to me or not?
He fell asleep like that, while I looked down at him, barely moving in case I woke him or hurt him. In a way, I felt sort of at peace like that, but there was also anger flowing through me. That they could do that to Tseng! Whatever those fucking bastards had done to him, it had been bad, and I couldn't bear to see him in any more pain than this. I felt angry, pent up that they could do this to him. I'm Reno: the one that looks out for number one, the one that doesn't give a shit about anything. But that all changed right then and there. I wouldn't let anything like this happen to Tseng again. Last time, I was unconscious, but next time...
"Next time, I'm gonna protect you." I promised into the air, and leaned back against the wall, curling his hair around my fingers as I stared into the black, feeling Tseng's slow breathing as I let myself fall asleep.
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