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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
Chapter 18
For a second, all I could see was a horrible bright light in my eyes as I struggled to control my breathing. Fuck, I just hoped I wouldn't have to watch Tseng dragged away. I've never been much of a martyr - in fact I've always been a self indulgent little prick - but I just fucking prayed it would be me who was taken this time. I couldn't stand the idea of being left alone again, I'd go insane.
"...Reno. Tseng."
Oh holy hell, they wanted us both.
A second later, my eyes began to get used to the light again, and I could see Tseng, standing next to me, breathing a little hard still, but the look on his face had returned to that godawful business stare as he glared out at the doorway, as though nothing bothered him, as though nothing had happened. Damn but I just realised how insanely good he was at hiding his emotions. I guess he just wanted to end things with a little class.
He walked towards the door slowly, and for a second my impulses just told me to stop him, but shit, look at me: I was still having trouble hiding the fact I'd been panting lustfully just a minute before, and I felt like I was half dead already. There was no fucking way I would be able to protect him in this state. The best I could do was follow him as he walked indignantly out into the passage, where they were waiting for us.
Well, when I say 'they', I mean 'he': there was just one guy there in front of us but holy crap, he was built like a brick wall. Tall, mean and bald, he must've stood about a third taller than me. No wonder there was only him sent to take us. If we'd tried anything he would've been able to grind us both into the goddamn floor without a second thought.
He didn't say a word, he didn't even move. Goddamn it! What was the bastard waiting for? I sighed. I just wanted them to get it over with now. I was fed up of all the hanging around.
"Stop fucking with us, just get it over with." I snarled. Well, all the lust and warm fuzzy feelings I'd been having in that room had sure disappeared fast. In fact I was downright pissed. For one thing: being disturbed in the middle of getting laid was enough to piss anyone off - especially when it was with someone you'd lusted after. And for another thing this guy was just getting on my nerves. He wasn't moving, he was just standing there. Stupid bald bastard, what the fuck was wrong with him? I glared up at him... and then did a double take that would've been worthy of a Midgar Academy Award. Wait one fucking second... put this guy in a suit, give him some annoying shades and... oh my god. I lost any control I had over my legs and had to lean back against the wall to prop myself up.
The guy grunted and nodded at us.
Rude.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but found my vocal chords had freezed up through pure joy. Believe me when I say I never thought I'd be so happy to see that annoying bald asshole ever. I was practically ready to throw my arms around the guy. In the end I forced one word out of my mouth, the only word that was in my vocabulary at the time.
"Bastard." I said in awe. If I could've translated it, it would've said something like this: 'I am so insanely unbelieveably in your debt right now that if you asked me to lick your ass, I would.'
Rude just grunted a laugh at me. I must've looked out of it, from shock and just utter esctacy as it sank in that the unbelievable was actually happening: we were being rescued.
Rude's gaze then turned to Tseng, who looked just as blank as if being rescued from the jaws of death was an everyday thing. He nodded at Rude with a polite but stern smile as he dusted off what remained of his jacket.
"Jesus you two look like shit." Rude said, seeing the state our clothes were in. This was the point where I was supposed to make up some flimsy excuse for it, but at the minute I was too lost in relief to utter a damn thing. Tseng just coughed.
"Well done Rude." Was all the praise he got from Tseng, but it's not like he expected anything more. God I loved Tseng, but he was a miserable bastard when it came to work. I couldn't help but grin. For some weird reason, seeing Tseng slip into business mode was comforting to me. It meant there was a reason for him to still keep the barrier up. That reason being that we were going to survive. I sighed and closed my aching eyes for a second. Finally, after all the shit something was starting to go right for me. If blood and sweat was anything to go by then I'd say me and Tseng deserved this break right now.
"So where's SOLDIER? Are they waiting outside?"
"Umm..." I watched as Rude scratched the back of his bald head and let the grin slip off my face as anxiety sank miserably back into my stomach. Maybe this wasn't suck a lucky break after all.
"Oh Jesus Rude no." I let slip quietly, and he looked at me. Now those stupid damn glasses were off, I could see exactly the emotions in his face. I knew what he was doing. He was here alone, without Shinra backup, without Heidigger's permission, without a goddamn fucking clue as to how to get us out. Tseng sighed loudly, closed his eyes and shook his head, and for a second I saw the weaker side of him I'd seen earlier slipping through, before he blocked it out with indifference. So we weren't out of the shit after all. Rude, the loyal, lovable, but dumb prick, had just given us a change of scenery.
"Well at least we're no longer trapped in that room. That's something we must be thankful for." Tseng said concisely, nodding once at me, but only letting his eyes flicker over me, rather than maintaining eye contact. I felt my heart sink at the sudden distance in that look, as though nothing had changed between us, as though a few moments ago we hadn't been tugging desperately at each others' clothes and moaning into each other's mouths. I was suddenly so goddamn confused by him. Where had the warmth I'd seen in those eyes just disappeared to? 'This is no time to be thinking with your dick Reno' I thought to myself, 'there's no point in thinking about it right now'. Absolutely goddamn right. Right now was the time to be thinking how to get out of this mess, without ending up with our entrails strewn across the floor.
"How did you get in?"
Rude looked down at him, one of those scarily rare grins starting slowly to spread across his face until he looked like some evil goddamn gorilla looming over both of us.
"Heh... you ever want to get somewhere, you go through the stuff of an ex-thief." He said quietly, and pulled a lockpick from his jeans pocket. Wait a second... that was *my* goddamn lockpick! The bastard had been going through my fucking office! I grabbed them off him with a glare. Tseng wasn't supposed to know I still had them: I was supposed to have handed over all the 'tools of the trade' when I'd joined Shinra, but I'd kept a few neat little bits. I used the picklock a lot... normally when I was too damn drunk to remember where I'd left my apartment keys. Well, it looked like if we got out of this mess, I'd have to come up with a new idea: Tseng coughed suspectly and held out his hand to me for them. I looked up at him innocently. Well... as innocently as a hired assassin was allowed to look.
"Boss?" Damn, his eyes were dark and cold again as he glared at me. Fuck, couldn't he at least acknowledge the fact that something had changed? I didn't mind if it was just the tiniest thing: a quirk of his eyebrow or a flicker of something to tell me I hadn't just fucking imagined the whole goddamn thing. It was real, right? I mean, I hadn't been hallucinating, had I? I could still taste him in my mouth...
" them to me." My heart just sank. If it could, it would've gone straight through into the ground it felt that low. I was searching goddamn hard for something to indicate he wasn't ignoring it, but I couldn't see anything in his eyes, just that usual disgust he has for me on normal days... If he felt anything, then he was hiding it fucking well. I frowned and handed the lockpick over, looking down at the floor like a puppy being told off for chewing his master's shoes. Tseng just nodded. "Any other little keepsakes I need to know about?"
"No boss." I lied. I couldn't believe he was blocking me out again, after I'd opened up to the bastard, too. I'd told him about my scars - something I'd never even told fucking Rude. And I'd told him about what Rufus had done to me, and what was he doing all of a sudden? Blocking me out, repremanding me. Cold, cold bastard.
"Then let's go and finish the job."
"What?" Me and Rude gaped at the same time. What the fuck did he mean 'finish the job'? Had the son of a bitch lost his goddamn mind? Tseng blinked expressionlessly and glanced at us both.
"We had a setback. And since Rude did not bring SOLDIER backup... tecnically we still have to finish the job."
Me and Rude just stood there, mouths wide open like assholes, staring at each other in shock. Jesus, didn't Tseng know the difference between doing the job and being obsessed by it? And fuck it, I would've said that if I'd been able to speak. As it was I just stared stupidly as Rude reluctantly handed over the gun he'd brought to Tseng, and that stupid, cold, confusing asshole just sauntered down the coridoor towards the steps up into the house, knowing damn well me and Rude had no choice but to follow him. There's a reason why he's the boss, after all...
We followed close behind, weaponless, and wondering what the fuck was going through Tseng's head: we would have trouble enough getting out of the house without being disemboweled, so god knows how in the hell Tseng was planning on getting into the Don's room alive, and *then* getting out. He either had something pretty fucking spectacular up what was left of his sleeve, or he'd just gone kamikazee on us, and considering the pummeling both his and my psyche had been having since we were caught, I wasn't prepared to rule out the second one. He at least looked calm, but then, so do those psychopathic killers in those goddamn slasher movies Rude likes so much. It was worrying how insanely unconcerned he seemed. He stopped on the steps up into the room above, gun held expertly in one hand as he listened for any movement. It was quiet up there, but I knew that wasn't any reason to trust it. This passage led up into the Don's lackey's room, where they slept, watched TV, and shared the whores they'd hired from Honeybee. Most likely they were just asleep or watching TV right now. For a second I wondered how the fuck Rude had gotten in, but as Tseng crept up to the top of the stairs I realised.
They were all asleep. Every single fucking person in that room was asleep. My god, how goddamn lucky did I feel right now? I could feel the nervous sweat beading up on my forehead. Yeah yeah, call me chicken if you like, but me? I like a good ol' fashioned assassination to all this fucking creeping around. Tseng stepped out into the room and looked around, followed by me and Rude. Thank fuck for the stupidity of these assholes: Most of them were passed out in front of the TV in the corner, bottles of cheap vodka clasped in their unconscious fingers. A few were back here near the tables, but they were passed out too. If we were lucky, we might be able to get the hell outta this place without waking the bastards up, as much as I had the urge to slit their throats as they were sleeping. Now that would be justice... but if there's one thing you learn by working for the Shinra, it's that nobody gets what they deserve.
Tseng had absolutely no trouble getting to the door: he has this annoying habit of being able to walk up right behind you without so much as a sound, and he loves to use it. He loves to make me jump out of my fucking skin when I'm doing something I'm not supposed to be, but this time at least it was being used for something other than sadistic pleasure. He turned back and nodded to me to go next.
I've never been much of a guy for all this sneaking. True, I used to be a theif, but to be blunt I prefer a good street brawl...preferably one where the odds are in my favour. I nearly tripped up, more than once as I tried to step over the random crap across my path, only to be rewarded with a harsh glare from Tseng. Couldn't he at least give me a break? I could've sworn that guy wasn't right in the head: in the space of five minutes he'd gone from ripping my clothes off, to trying to give me fucking frostbite through his eyes. I eventually did make it across to the door... barely. I swear I was halfway to a heart attack by the time I got there. And then...it was Rude's turn.
Heh...if anything was going to screw up, it would have to be Rude's fault, wouldn't it? Dumb, flat footed, clumsy bastard that he was. He actually started off well, he didn't put a foot wrong...until halfway across.
Somebody moaned in their sleep and moved. I can only guess the movement caught Rude's eye, and he forgot what he was doing...his legs got tangled in those of an overturned chair, and he fell face first onto the floor...with enough of a fucking noise to wake up the whole of sector 6. Tseng held his breath. My eyes just bulged, and my heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. Oh fuck.
As Rude scrabbled to get up, the entire fucking room came to life. There was the smash of bottles as most every bastard on the room jumped up and let go of their alcohol at the sound. Most of them seemed to be majorly hungover, thank fuck, so it took them a while to realise what was happening, and Rude was standing again by the time they managed to focus. The guy who'd held the knife to my neck was the first to see what was happening and he roared.
"Fucking Turks!" Well if the rest of the assholes here didn't know what was going on yet, they damn well did now. Rude ran for us, and I heard Tseng open the door and head through, but my legs were rooted to the fucking spot. I wanted to move, fucking hell I wanted to move! But my leg muscles had frozen up on me again, so I just stood there like a prick as the guy with the knife jumped over the table to get at me. Rude just ran past, and it took Tseng finally grabbing me by the jacket and hurling me through into the next room for me to be out of harm's way. Dammit, Tseng was strong! I landed in a heap on the floor as I heard the door being slammed shut, and the sound as the Don's drunken lackeys hammered to get at us. When I finally managed to get up, Rude was standing against the door, holding it shut against the hoarde of gang members on the other side without even breaking into a sweat. Damn, now I remember why Shinra hired him.
Tseng looked down at me as I staggered to my feet, still trying to get over the goddamn near heart attack that little exhertion had given me. I had a feeling he was about to repremand me again for not being able to control my emotions or some such shit. I guess I just wanted to be left alone, because before I knew it, a mumbled 'sorry' had come out of me and I was staring at his shoes. Fuck it, I hated him for this. If he wasn't going to acknowledge me as a person rather than scum, then the least he could do was just leave me the fuck alone. I hated having him come down so hard on me. In the end I managed to look into his face with a scowl, but then I just blinked in surprise instead of showing him how angry I was. The expression suddenly on Tseng's face was definitely not the one I'd been expecting.
Tseng was smirking at me. Not the usual 'I love to see you squirm' smirk either, it could've been passed off as a smile on Tseng's part, I suppose. I swear my heart fucking stopped for a second. Tseng was smiling at me. Was that the sign I'd been searching for? Maybe he wasn't such a cold bastard after all.
We were in the Don's office, though it was deserted and it wasn't difficult to understand why: there were groans coming from the Don's bedroom at the back, and Tseng seemed to cringe disdainfully at the sound. He held the gun out to me, which I took, but I wasn't sure quite what the fuck he was trying to say. The smirk was still there, and then he pointed towards the Don's bedroom door. I gulped. Holy fuck, was he serious? He couldn't be.
Rude grunted as the strain of holding the door closed began to get to him, and Tseng looked down at me seriously.
"You have three minutes." He said, the look in his eyes was actually reassuring, and then he nodded again at the doorway.
I guess my body went back onto automatic, because despite me really really not wanting to go, I ended up walking towards the door, gun in hand as the moans got louder. If it was up to me, I'd've fucking well ran in the opposite direction, but Tseng wanted me to go, so go I must, just like a good little lapdog was supposed to. 'Deep breaths, Reno, this is just like any other job you've been on' ...except this time the guy was the sadistic, testosterone-led bastard who'd scarred me for life. Somehow that thought gave me the anger I needed to do it. I ripped open the goddamn door and walked in.
The girl he was fucking was the first to see me, walking towards the bed with the gun held out at arm's length. She stopped what she was doing and screamed, struggling from under the fat bastard on top of her and screeching as she ran to hide behind the bed. The Don Turned over with a sigh at being disturbed, expecting it to be one of his men coming in for some reason. When he saw me, pointing a gun at that fat ugly face of his, he screamed like a goddamn girl and tried to hide under the covers. Jesus, what a fucking wimp. But why in the hell was this still so hard for me to stay calm then? My scars were burning. I could remember being held down in the dark and struggling desperately, the feel of the blade ripping open my fucking skin...
"Don Corneo..." I said, and sat down on the edge of the bed, gun resting against his forehead, "not disturbing am I?" Wow, I sounded pretty calm. The Don just stared at me, dumbstruck and scared shitless. The girl behind the bed carried on screeching, but I wasn't going to hurt her. I knew the Honeybee girls well enough to know they didn't come to the Don of their own free will. No, it was the fat bastard sweating nervously in front of me I was interested in.
"How the fuck did you get out?" He eventually whispered, all the colour drained from his face and I let myself smirk. 'That's right you bastard, fucking squirm'. I narrowed my eyes.
"Aw well, you know me Don, always been a stubborn little shit, aint I?" I pulled the gun away and punched him in the face. Damn, now that felt so fucking good! He held his nose and looked at me as I started to grin. Bloodlust is such a beautiful feeling, doncha think?
Oh god, I just prayed that the Don was still scared enough not to notice that my gun hand was fucking shaking. The entire scene seemed to be moving in slow motion. For some reason, I was having trouble pulling the trigger. What the hell? I could kill people who I didn't even know, but give me a chance to kill Don Corneo and... I was fucking hesitating? Geez, was my head fucked or what. I guess even after two and a half years, he still had some kind of a hold over me, I was still goddamn scared of him, even in this situation. Shit. I think he was calming down, and starting to pick up on the fact I was still scared of him. Fuck it, I had to force myself to do this...
Suddenly I heard Rude roar from the other room, obviously he was having trouble holding them back now, and if I didn't hurry this up, Tseng and Rude would be in deep shit. The Don licked his blubbery lips nervously as I stood up and stepped back away from him. Something hit my leg that had been standing by the side of the bed, and I glanced down. Hmm, interesting. The good Don had kept my electro-rod. Suddenly an idea came to me, and I let a wicked smile flitter across my nervous face as I bent down to pick it up.
"I think you'll find this is mine..." Man it felt good to have her back in my hands. I flicked the switch on, and watched the reaction from Don Corneo as I walked back towards him, electro rod pointing at him. He screeched when I hit him over the head with the gun, and ended up sprawled over the bed naked. Urgh fuck... Trust me, I could've lived without seeing that. I cringed for a moment and then leaned over him, pinning his fat little hands above his head. Shit I wanted revenge! I could feel it brewing up inside me as he squirmed pathetically, trying to get away. I lost it for a second and snarled.
"A bitch of a feeling, aint it? Knowing you aint got no place to run, no way to get out." He gulped as he stared up into my eyes fearfully.
"What are you going to do to me Reno?"
I just grinned. I'd been scared of him, but I was way over that now. This fucking prick had overshadowed me since I'd been ten or eleven, picked up from the streets, used as a punchbag by him and the fuckups under him until I was old enough to fight back and hide. This thing needed closure. I was a Turk now, it was time this motherfucker got what he deserved.
"I'm gonna do exactly what you did to me, you whiny little bastard." I growled, and then stuck my electro-rod in his groin.
Trust me, I'm not sadistic...far from it, but I have to admit I enjoyed seeing him squeal as electric shocks ran through his balls. Hey, so it wasn't exactly what he'd done to me, but it would sure as hell leave scars...and if he lived that overactive cock of his would be out of commission for a fucking long time. Now this was revenge! All the weight this bastard had loaded on my shoulders over the years just lifted. I wasn't scared of him anymore, or of anything he'd done to me. When I heard the skin begin to bubble I let go. I wasn't gonna kill the bastard. I wanted him to live, just so that he'd have to live with the scars like I did. He whimpered when I let go and rolled around on the bed, not quite sure what to do with himself. I blinked back the tears of relief I felt brimming in my eyes and let out a sigh as I turned the electro rod off.
"Listen you fat bastard, I never betrayed no one to the Shinra. You fucked me over for no reason. But now I am working for them, you're gonna do what the fuck they tell you, got it?" My voice sounded wildly dangerous, even to me.
Don Corneo half nodded through the pain and howled.
"You'd goddamn better do, or I'll be back, and god help me, I'll fucking finish the job. You know I will. You better kiss Shinra's ass or next time you see me, I'll be feeding you your own dick."
Now that got the message across. Don Corneo's eyes shot open wide and he stared up at me.
"Alright alright! I promise I'll follow Shinra! I'll do what they tell me!"
"Good."
I was having trouble stopping myself from doing anything more to the bastard. I really wanted to kill him now, I was shaking so fucking badly, and no matter how hard I tried to blink away the tears they just kept coming back. The girl in the corner had stopped screaming, and was just looking at what I'd done to the Don in shock. Eventually Tseng's voice woke me up from the daze I was in as he shouted my name, and there was a huge crash that I could only guess was the door Rude was holding splintering. Fuck, I ran out as I let the tears just roll down my face, and Tseng and Rude were both struggling to hold up what was left of the door.
"You've done it?" Tseng shouted at me over the sound of inane babble coming from the collapsing door. He didn't seem to be bothered I had tears.
I nodded, and that's when it finally collapsed.
All three of us ran like fuck, letting the door slip as the hoarde of the Don's lackeys were released behind us. Damn but I was in no condition to be running around like this. All three of us managed to squeeze through the doorway at once, and ended up spontaneously jumping down over the balcony into the lobby. Me and Rude landed fine, but Tseng cried out as he landed, somehow managing to twist his ankle. Shit no. Rude picked him up and we went for the doors. I could hear the bastards behind us catching up now that Rude had to go so slow. They were shouting random insults, mostly using my name, and what they'd do to me when they caught up. Rude managed to break the doors open with his shoulder, still carrying Tseng as he charged at them. They splintered under his weight and we ran straight out, following the sounds towards the centre of Wall Market. Rude knew as well as me that if we got that far, they wouldn't dare start any shit in case Shinra Law got involved. I stared at Tseng mostly when we were running. He seemed okay but he was holding his ankle and he looked in pain. It was true: I was running away from a bunch of drunk, majorly pissed gangsters and the only thing I was worried about was Tseng. What a sucky little asshole I am, huh?
I tried to keep them at bay with my electro-rod as best I could. Some of the stupid bastards walked straight into it not knowing what it was, and I think the sight of their buddies' skin bubbling and burning put the others off coming too close, but really if they'd had the guts to charge me, I would've been screwed. I managed to keep them away from Tseng and Rude as we passed the gym, and as we came closer to the centre of wall market some of them decided it was too risky and fucked off. The others seemed intent on following us though, and by this time I was panting and starting to feel kind of dizzy. The wound in my back was starting to feel screwed up again after all the running around, and I was starting to slow down a hell of a lot. Shit, I had to stay focused. 'Now is not the time to pass out you stupid prick!' I was shouting at myself in my head. There were only a few hundred metres until we were in the main street, and then we'd be in the clear. Holy crap I was so close...but my legs were starting to give way under me, and my eyes were blurring over. I guess the fatigue was finally catching up with me but goddamn! Why couldn't it have waited a few seconds more? I tripped over my own legs with a grunt and just lay there. I couldn't fucking get up. I rolled over and started thrashing out blindly with my electro rod. Shit, just my luck do get screwed over a few seconds before I got to safety. I was expecting to be ripped to shreds or kicked the crap out of any second now. I screwed up my eyes ready for it to start... but... it didn't. Huh? What the hell was going on?
"Get up."
I couldn't quite be sure, but it sounded like Tseng saying that. I moaned and crawled up, incredibly goddamn dizzy and tired. Fuck it, all I wanted to do was crawl up into a ball now and go to sleep, at least thats what my brain was telling me to do, but Tseng knows better than my brain, right?
I struggled up and opened my eyes, to make out that Rude had put Tseng down and they were both standing there next to me. And here's the thing that really fucking puzzled me: Neither Tseng nor Rude had any weapons, yet the pricks that had followed us were stood there, shocked looks on their faces and their hands in the air. What the fuck? My poor tired brain was too screwed to understand this. That is...until i heard the sound of guns being cocked behind us and I turned round to see four of the Shinra Law Enforcement squad backing us up.
"We'll deal with it from here Tseng." One of them said, and through the blur I watched as Tseng limped aside dragging me, dazed, with him.
"What the fuck?" I drawled, confused and tired. Tseng looked at me out of the corner of his eye and smirked.
"Well it looks like Rude's more resourceful than I gave him credit for... don't you think?"
So Rude *had* brought backup...sort of. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief as Rude's little squad rounded the leftover gangsters up. Fucking hell, it was over. We weren't going to die. Well at least, not today. I started to go dizzy again, and ended up clutching onto Tseng's shoulder for support. He tensed up, but then seeing I was hanging onto him for a reason just looked concerned.
"Reno?"
"Aw Jesus... no, no I'm fine." Heh...damn I'm a crap liar. My legs gave way under me again and I collapsed. Tseng helped me back onto my feet and looked me over.
"Stubborn ass." Was all I got before he nodded to Rude and he picked me up. Damn the guy was strong, he probably could've held me up in one hand. I didn't want to be carried around, but I was in no state to argue.
"Lemme down, I'm not a goddamn baby." I drawled, but Tseng just laughed. Now that was a warm laugh, and it made me feel good to hear him laughing like that, when just half an hour ago, we'd been waiting to die.
"Oh shut up and lie there." Well thanks, Tseng. Considerate kinda guy, aincha?
In the end I sort of gave up, and just lie in Rude's arms as Tseng limped along beside us. Sure we got some weird looks from the locals: One tall, mean looking son of a bitch carrying a half dazed Turk while another limped along beside, but after everything me and Tseng had been through over the past 24 hours, do ya think we gave a fuck? We made our way back through Wall Market to where Tseng's car was still parked, which was a fucking miracle in itself, as most cars go missing after a few minutes in this place. Next thing I knew, I was lying down in the back of Tseng's classy '88 model as Rude drove the exhausted me and Tseng back up to the plate, and for once I felt so goddamn relaxed. I'd finally faced up to the bastard who'd scarred me, and finally, I was beginning to understand that Tseng thought of me as more than just a subordinate piece of scum. Obviously I knew there were the other 'troubles' I had still to deal with up on the plate, but just until we got there, I wanted to lay back here and smile, half asleep, in the back of Tseng's car. I was nearly crying through relief and the sudden weight I'd got off my chest, as much like a damn woman I felt because of it . But just... thank god, I was going home... for once, it actually felt good to be heading back to Shinra Tower
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