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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
- 18
- 19
- 20
Chapter 19
Shit.
I slammed my desk drawer shut with an angry sigh and stood up slowly, still getting used to the bandages now wrapped around my stomach by the nurses down in the hospital wing. As soon as we'd got back at Shinra HQ, Rude had carried me up there on the orders of Tseng. I'd told them both I was perfectly capable of walking, but did the miserable bastards listen? Did they fuck. So I was half dazed and in agony, but the least they could've done was leave me a little self-esteem and let me walk back there, instead of being carried in Rude's arms like a fucking baby. Not exactly the way a Turk wants to be seen by other Shinra employees... it tends to lower the respect they have for you when you're carried in rather than using your own goddamn feet.
The nurses had tried to get me to stay there, hooked up to some of that bastard Mako fluid again. Obviously I refused. I told the nurse I was 'goin' dry', seen the confused look on her face, and then discharged myself. I mean there was no fucking way I was gonna spend another night in that place. I know I was wounded and all, but I can be wounded just as easily at home, without the risk of being screwed around with while outta my head on Mako fluid.
I frowned and stared down at the pile of crap I'd just emptied onto my already incredibly messy desk and started to go through it, picking out some of the stuff I thought I might need over the next three weeks of sick leave. Yeah, you heard me right: Heidigger, the normally mean son of a bitch, had actually given me sick leave, on double pay for a 'job well done'. Three weeks of the goddamn thing, right at the moment when I really didn't want it. You see, normally I'd be all too keen to spend three weeks lying in bed, getting paid double by Shinra for doing fuck all, but this time things were different. There was one factor that made sitting in my goddamn squalid little apartment alone for three weeks just... unbearable: Tseng.
What had he done to make me, Reno, the slackest asshole in Shinra Inc not want sick leave? Nothing. That was the whole fucking point: Since we'd come back from sector 6, four hours ago, Tseng had said precisely two words to me. Two goddamn words, and he hadn't even been looking at me when he said them, almost as if I wasn't worthy of his glance.
We'd been sitting in the hospital wing, waiting for the nurses to come back, and the Almighty Stupid One here had actually thought something had changed between me and the Almighty Cold One. So... just to test the water, I'd asked him if he wanted to come out for a drink to celebrate. Heh yeah, like that didn't sound like a chatup line. But you know, he could've just had the decency to lie or something, saying he wasn't free, and I would've got the message. Instead, he came out with two words that were so fucking cold that a pengiun would've frozen to death on them:
"No Reno."
Two. Goddamn. Words.
Two very bitter words as well. Shit, he was blocking me out again, and this time it was more like a warning not to come any closer. It had felt like he'd plunged a hand inside me and ripped my entrails out. To tell the truth, I've never actually felt that crushed in my entire life. On the entire car ride back, I'd been allowing myself to think that maybe what happened in the Don's mansion wasn't just him knowing he was gonna die and looking for one last connection. All the way up here I'd been getting my hopes up that he actually liked me, that he was interested, and then at that moment, those words just shattered everything I'd been hoping for. Hell Reno, who're you kidding? It was just a last fling for him, you were just a piece of ass that was conveniently there. You should've known from the start, Tseng would never normally look twice at scum like you.
I stared up at myself in the mirror opposite the desk. Yet again, I looked like crap but by now I'd got to the point where I'd got used to it. I looked like I'd just been dragged to hell and back, and I had, sort of: At least Don Corneo wasn't a weight on my mind any more, I was at least thankful for that. That bastard had loomed in my mind since I'd left the slums, but not any more. No, all my mind was concerned with now was blocking out how fucking crushed I felt by Tseng. I sighed again. 'That's what you get for hoping Reno, stick to the alcohol to keep you company from now on, its kept you company so far in life.' Yeah, and where has it fucking got me? Sure, I'm outta the slums, but what am I? A Shinra flunkey. A lapdog. A goddamn corperate cock sucker!
It's not very often I get introspective, I'm not normally the thinking kinda guy but right now I felt low. Real low. Fuck, so this must be how women feel the morning after, huh? I guess this was my payback on their behalf. I bet half of them would laugh if they could see me now, staring back at my reflection miserably, shoulders hunched and black bags under my stressed eyes. Bruises from the fight in the Don's mansion just beginning to fade back to pink. I bet even more of them would be laughing if they knew that I'd finally fallen in love...
With somebody that didn't want me.
I turned away from the mirror and looked back down at the crap on my desk, though I wasn't really paying attention to what was there anymore. I was in total 'mope' mode, and I was trying damn hard to block all the stress and strain out. Hell, it wouldn't look good for me to walk out of Shinra Tower in fucking tears or something, would it?
And here's where I made a major mistake: I got so wrapped up in my own sorry ass thoughts, that I didn't even register the sound as my office door was opened... or the sound as someone walked softly up behind me.
The sight of my car keys reminded me of yet another bad turn to the day.
My goddamn car was still down in Sector 6.
Oh well that just took the fucking biscuit, didn't it? Not only would I have to spend three miserable weeks at home alone, but now I was gonna have to goddamn walk home. I wanted to scream, I really did. I wanted to tear this place to pieces. But the fact was I didn't have the strength after all the things that had happened today, so instead I just sighed, leaned on the desk and dropped my head.
"...Shit." I whispered. It was then my visitor decided to make themselves known.
"Heidigger gave you leave, then?" Innocent enough question you'd think, right? Wrong.
I turned around to see who it was, or rather... I tried to turn around, but before I realised what the hell was happening the owner of the voice had their hands on my back, pushing me forwards into the desk, and I didn't even have a chance to see who the hell it was. I cried out in surprise. Shit, what the hell? I didn't know what was happening, but I was ready to take a wild guess and say it was something not good. I grunted and tried to move, but you know, near death experiences tend to take it out of you, and I was majorly slow. I didn't even manage to get a look at who was doing it. I felt numb through excessive tiredness, and it was only after about five seconds of struggling to get away that I actually felt the pain shoot up my arm. Whoever the bastard behind me was, they'd got my arm halfway up my back. I stopped struggling when I realised every time I moved, the pain got harder. Whoever it was was fucking strong as well, and I felt too weak after what had happened earlier to even try to get out of it. Even a Turk can have his bad days, and this was most definitely mine.
I hissed through my teeth at the pressure up my arm as I was pushed harder against the table.
"Who...?"
A half-second later my defunct brain finally connected the voice to its owner and I realised what was happening. I shivered and my face twisted into a look of horror. Oh Jesus, please no... It was happening again, and yet again I couldn't do anything to stop it: That sick fuck of a vice president had returned.
Shots of pain ran up my arm as Rufus laughed darkly behind me, pulling my arm higher up my back just for pain's sake, knowing I couldn't fight back. He'd obviously already heard from his daddy or that son of a bitch Heidigger about what had happened in Sector 6, and knew what a complete wreck I was, so come to get his pound of flesh. I knew he'd get it too. Holy hell, this was the last straw, it felt like my mind was about to snap any damn second, because if you hadn't noticed, I was a physical and emotional fucking wreck at this point and my brain was working more on instinct than what I might tell it to do. 'Please not now' I found myself thinking, as I felt something hard press into my lower back. I shuddered at the memories it brought back and I started to panic. 'Jesus Reno, for fuck's sake do something!' Yeah, like what could I do? Anyway... did it really matter if he screwed me senseless now? Could it make me feel any more like worthless scum than I already did?
"You know..." I heard him growl, tracing a hand slowly down my back now I'd stopped fighting him. Just the sound of his voice made me shudder, as much as I tried to hide it, and obviously my shudder just turned him on more, because I felt him start to tremble. "... I asked you a question. Haven't we learned our lesson about superiority yet?" That's when the bastard clawed across the bandages on my back. FUCK! The pain flashed in front of my eyes in little red dots and I screamed as Rufus pushed me forward onto the desk. What could I do to stop him, with my goddamn arm halfway up my back? My mind began to blank. I think it had had enough of all the shit happening to me, and my emotions just snapped and went off somewhere more comfortable than where I was now. I ended up just laying there the way I had in his office eight days ago, only this time there wasn't any emotion inside me. I wasn't afraid, wasn't anxious, wasn't turned on. He could scrape his fingers down that wound in my back all goddamn day, I couldn't feel. I was suddenly blank. He could fuck me senseless if he wanted, bend me any way he wanted. My brain had just snapped: Don Corneo... Tseng... and now Rufus - my poor little screwed up brain had lost it completely.
I can just remember lying there, silent, blank faced. Shit, I didn't even put up a fight as he reached round and began to unbutton my shirt, his heavy breaths echoing round my emotionless mind. He obviously liked it like this: Me quiet and resigned like a goddamn whore or something while he took his time to do what he wanted. Reno the Turk? No, I was Reno the Bitch, Reno the Whore, Reno the vice-president's fuck toy.
"That's better." He said icily, and I felt as his cold hands ripped open what remained of the buttons on my shirt. Not that it made that much difference: Tseng had ripped most of this shirt earlier today. He trailed his fingers over my chest, but I didn't move, didn't flinch. I wasn't responding to anything anymore. At least, I wasn't until a hand moved up to take out my goggles from my hair.
I don't know what it was about that, maybe it was because my goggles are nearly a permanent feature on me - Fuck it, I sleep in those damn things most nights! - but for whatever reason, as they were pulled out of my hair and over my ponytail it brought me back from wherever the hell it was I'd been when he'd been undoing my shirt. I found myself starting to struggle again as he put them down on the desk beside me. Then my stupid mouth came out with something i said out of instinct. Not a plea, not even goddamn reasoning. Of all the things that could've come outta my mouth in this situation, Reno the fat mouthed prick came out with an insult.
"Fucked up son of a bitch." I grunted as Rufus pulled my arm further up my back to stop me struggling, and realised what I'd just done about a second later. Oh. my. god. He halted, as though he'd expected his fuck toy not to answer back. I can only guess he'd never been answered back to, because he flipped. That psychosis that hid behind those damn cold blue eyes of his came forward for a second, and he flipped me over to face him with a strength that could've got him into SOLDIER if he weren't already a rich little prick, and he grabbed me around the throat. Damn, for once I could see him since this had started, and he looked completely psychotic. Those eyes of his burned into me with disgust, and some perverted enjoyment as well. How I hated him. The evil malicious little fuck. Whoever it was that said money can't buy you happiness was damn wrong. Rufus was sure as hell enjoying himself, and why? Because his daddy had money, whereas I was the bastard son of god knows what from the slums. That was the only reason he could do this to me and get away with it: money, power.
Fucking bastard.
I struggled. Now my arms were free, I was trying my damndest to pull his hand away from squeezing my throat. My brow knotted and I gritted my teeth in the strain. Like I've said before, I'm not that strong even on best form, and Rufus would've been difficult for me to fight off even when I wasn't a physical wreck. He glared at me, then leaned forwards and hissed at me, that utter damn psychosis still in his face.
"Listen you slum rat, don't pretend this isn't what you want. When you were in my office, you begged, pleaded with me to fuck you. You know what that makes you?"
You see, I would've answered that if my voicebox wasn't being crushed in between his fingers at the time.
"...That makes you a slut. And you'll be treated like a slut. I know that's what you want."
Holy crap, I'd heard enough. I was in major panic and my brain completely flipped. I grunted and ripped his hand away with a strength that I didn't think I'd had left in me. He apparently didn't expect it either, as the look on his face turned from psychopathic pleasure to complete and utter shock. My brain was dangerously close to snapping beyond the point of no return and I swear I nearly went mad in that split second I ripped his hand away. My hands just flailed at him uncontrollably. I didn't want him anywhere near me, I didn't want to see the sick fuck. I can't remember much: my brain was too wrapped up in getting him off me to bother commiting what happened to memory, but I do remember: when he recovered from the shock, and tried to grab my arms and restrain me, I did something I immediately regretted.
I punched the son of a bitch in the face.
Oh crap. I just punched Shinra's son, the vice president, my boss... in the face.
He staggered backwards for a second, his hands over his nose and his eyes closed in the pain. Me? I just sat there on the edge of the desk, arm still raised from the punch like a dick, frozen in utter horror of what I'd just done. My heart froze. Well, that was my life just gone out the window then. What the hell would Rufus do to me for that? He could do anything: he had the entire of Shinra Inc at his beck and call. One word to the SOLDIERs, and I could end up swimming in the sewers with concrete slippers. I gulped silently, lowering my arm when he opened his eyes and glared at me, pulling a hand away from his face to look down at it briefly. Shit, his nose was bleeding. I couldn't move. I was stuck where I was, even as Rufus walked back towards me. He must've seen the fear in my eyes again, because even with a probable broken nose he just smirked at me.
"Nice try Reno. You're not as much of a wuss as I had you down as." He let that linger in the air, before he licked his lips and stared at me. Despite not getting his own way, I could still see the bulge in his pants where his cock was. Damn, he wasn't finished with me yet, and I had a sneaking suspicion in the bottom of my stomach that he was about to play it dirty. And I wasn't wrong:
"But do you really want me to send you back to the slums? I'd love to see what your old gang would make of you if I sent you back, after everything you've been doing down there today."
...and the bastard had got me. He knew damn well they'd kill me if I was sent back down there now. In fact, they'd probably rip me to fucking shreds. Now that really was a dirty thing to say, but hey he was vice president: he could do what the hell he wanted, as long as it didn't effect business, and the dismissal of one Turk wouldn't be missed. I blinked as I realised the choice he'd given me, looking at those fucking cold blue eyes that now seemed to be laughing at me. I re-worded the sentence in my mind:
'let me fuck you, or you die.'
Crap, I wish I was brave, or just had some kind of sense of conviction of my own instead of taking orders from the Shinra all day. If I had even one of those things, I probably would've been able to take the second choice without much problem. But hey, I'm Reno: I drink, I gamble, I kill for money, I hide my conscience. People like me aren't built to take the noble way out. I wanted to live too damn much to say no to him. I was too self-obsessed to let myself go down there and die. I chose the first, even though my mind just wanted to be left alone. So much shit had happened to me today, and it wasn't over yet. My brain really wasn't gripping to reality very well. I sighed and stood up, not able to look him in the eye anymore. This was all so screwed up.
"... Just get it over with."
I felt physically sick as those disgusting words came out of my mouth. It felt like somebody had just stuck a knife in my gut. Damn it, what choice did I have? There was no choice, except for 'be fucked or be dead' and believe it or not, I didn't like the idea of the second one. Even though his gaze and his touch made me shudder, made me feel sick, Rufus knew there was nothing else I could do.
My god, how I hated this.
I couldn't look at him. Fuck it, could you? I knew what was coming and I knew damn well I couldn't do a single thing to stop him. How much lower could I get? Turned away by Tseng, and now used by Rufus... I closed my eyes as I felt his hands on me again, pulling what was left of my shirt off my shoulders with a cold laugh, before leaning in towards me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he slipped his hands down and began to unbutton my pants. I just stood there. What the hell was with the biting? Did he think it would turn me on? Well it wasn't. The last two times he'd done this to me, my cock had betrayed me, but right now there was nothing. I wasn't even slightly aroused, just ashamed, embarrased that this sick little bastard could do this to me and get away with it. I think he was a little disappointed that I wasn't hard, but it didn't stop him from unbuttoning my pants, still sinking his teeth into my shoulder and flicking his tongue out, probably expecting to get a reaction, but I was gone again... somewhere far far away from this situation, on my own little cloud somewhere, where this was no way happening.
He'd just finished unbuttoning my pants and was starting to undo his own when my eyes shot open at a sound from across the room. Rufus stopped what he was doing too as the door swung open... and the person who walked through it made my stomach feel like it would cave in on itself. Oh crap, could this situation get any worse?
Tseng.
"Reno -" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he opened the door. It took him a few seconds before he realised what was happening here and his face suddenly hardened. He stared at Rufus, who had turned around to see who it was, that fucking psychotic look still on his face. I looked as Tseng's eyes flickered across at me, and then I just had to shut them again from the complete and utter shame. I mean, fuck I know I'd told him, but that was different. He was my boss still, and I just felt like I'd let the guy down: Tseng tells me and Rude to be tough, to not let anything get to us, and yet here I was, letting myself be fucked by this little bastard. 'Oh jesus Tseng, just get the hell out.' was what I was thinking. I didn't want him to see any more of this. I felt like such a whiny little bitch.
The silence hanging in the air was so thick, and it seemed to go on forever. God but why the hell was Tseng still here? Didn't he know there was nothing he could do?
"Tseng?" Rufus growled. I didn't dare open my eyes, but I could hear how dangerously annoyed he was. I didn't hear Tseng move though. I heard him sigh forcefully, but from the lack of movement I was pretty sure he was going to say something.
"Not disturbing am I?" There was irony or disgust in that voice, and just the sound of his voice made me feel dirty. I could only imagine how the scene looked to Tseng: Rufus leaning over me, his bite marks on my shoulder, my pants undone. I wanted him to leave. It's not like he could stop Rufus, is it? Even though Tseng was still in here I could hear as the fucked up asshole in front of me undid his pants.
"Tseng... get out. Can't you see that I and Reno are in the middle of a very important meeting?" Then he rubbed a hand down my chest suggestively. If he was trying to embarass Tseng, then he would have to do a hell of a lot better than that. It takes a lot to embarass a Turk, especially one as cold as him. And yet... what Tseng's reaction actually was nearly made my jaw drop in shock.
And it hurt.
"Of course Rufus." He said, in a goddamn voice that was so sweet and apologetic it was unbelievable. "Sorry to have disturbed you."
"Hmmph." was the answer Rufus gave, and then he turned back his attention to me, turning his back on Tseng. I was in shock. I couldn't believe how quickly Tseng had just rolled over like a dog and let Rufus carry on. He knew what Rufus was doing, he knew I had never wanted it so then...why? Maybe he really was a cold business obsessed bastard after all. I know he couldn't have done anything to help me but, god, I guess I'd just been expecting him to at least try. Guess he really didn't care what the fuck happened to me then.
It hurt. It Really. Fucking. Hurt.
"Stupid son of a whore." I heard Rufus whisper to himself distastefully as he pushed me back onto the desk. I still had my eyes closed. I don't think I could've opened them if I'd tried. I felt as he slowly trailed his fingers down my chest, down my abdomen, heading down to my cock...
Except, that his hand never reached that far. I waited for a second, thinking he was doing what he liked to do, trying to make me wait, then I realised he wasn't leaning over me anymore, as I heard something crash into the filing cabinet on the other side of my office. Holy crap! What the hell...?
My eyes flicked back open and I sat up to see Rufus, cradling his head from where it had hit the filing cabinet, as could be witnessed by the huge great dent in the door. My eyes just shot wide. What the fuck just happened? It was then I saw Tseng... standing beside the desk, clapping away the imaginary dirt from his hands.
I swear, right now? I was worryingly close to a heart attack.
"What was it you said about my mother?" Rufus glared up at him from across the room as he regained his composure. Stupid asshole sitting on the desk here couldn't even speak. I just couldn't believe what was happening right now...
"What in hell do you think you're doing?"
Tseng just blinked.
"I would've thought that was obvious. I'm teaching you a lesson."
The psychosis in Rufus' face fired up again and he charged at Tseng, who just smoothly sidestepped it. My god I couldn't believe it. What the fuck was Tseng thinking? Had he flipped? Didn't he realise what Rufus could do to him? I just stared up at him patheticly, trying to guess what the fuck he was playing at, but all I saw in his eyes was a sort of cold anger as he walked after Rufus as he turned around and punched him in the gut forcefully. Rufus grunted and was about to strike back when Tseng just grabbed him by the arm and slung him against the wall with a thud. Damn how strong must Tseng be? I'd never actually seen him fight properly up until this point, and goddamn it, could he fight well! I was sitting there open mouthed when Tseng pushed Rufus up againt the wall, pushing his face up against it as Rufus yelled for Tseng to let him go.
"Now mark what I'm going to say, and mark it well..." I'd never heard Tseng speak so harshly. Normally he used indifference to intimidate people, but now? That was pure anger. He squashed Rufus' face against the wall harder as Rufus yelled again. Not that Tseng appeared to be listening to what he said. "...If you ever lay a hand on one of my men again, you'll be having meals through a straw for the rest of your life."
He looked disgusted with him as he let go of his head and stepped back slowly. Rufus brought a hand up to his reddened face and glared at Tseng again hatefully.
"You stupid bastard." He snarled, but Tseng looked unmoved. "Do you have any idea what you've just done? I'll send you *and* that stupid fuck back to the slums. You'll both be lying in a pool of your own blood by the end of the week."
"Hmm." Jesus! Tseng was smirking. What the hell did he have to smirk about? Had he just fucking cracked or what? "I don't think you'd want to do that."
"And why not?"
Tseng's eyes flashed with some kind of amusement, and the smirk spread across his face scarliy quickly.
"Because if you do... I'll have to tell your father just what your out of hours 'hobbies' are... and show him the photographs."
Photographs?
I looked at Rufus. The change in mood must've happened in a spit second, and all the colour drained from his sick little face. His mouth, which had been curled up into a snarl, just dropped. He suddenly looked frightened. Holy crap, did he look scared. It would've been comical if I hadn't been struggling to stop myself having a heart attack.
"What photographs?"
Tseng laughed quietly to himself.
"The ones which I managed to get hold of, in preparation for just such a situation. Come on now Rufus, you know the ones? I'm sure your father would be all too interested to know his son spends his spare time dressing up in women's clothing."
What the hell? Rufus' jaw dropped. He looked so different. I'd never seen him look so goddamn shocked, and I was pretty shocked myself. Rufus Shinra was a crossdresser? Jesus. I knew he was a twisted fuck, but I never thought...
Tseng stepped aside to allow Rufus a pathway to the door.
"Now get out, you sick little brat."
As for me, this was all going way over my head now. I just sat there, dumbstruck as Rufus clamped his jaw, glancing at me for a second icily before regaining his composure and hesitantly stepping forwards. He walked past Tseng like a kicked dog. I didn't know what the fuck had just happened, but I knew that Tseng had won. Rufus stared cruelly at me as he walked past the desk towards my door, Tseng walking up behind him to make sure he left.
"If I find out you've layed another finger on one of my Turks you'll be sorry you were ever born." Tseng reminded him as he reached the door.
"You'll regret this Tseng."
Tseng grunted and kicked him in the back, so that the evil little fuck went flying into the corridoor outside my office.
"I very much doubt it." He sneered afterwards, and closed the door on Rufus as he looked back at me. The last thing I heard of Rufus that night was a yelp as he hit the wall opposite my office. He probably had one hell of a headache the next morning.
Up 'til now, I'd been staring at what happened open mouthed, not quite sure if my brain had just gone completely off the rails and I was hallucinating it all. But now Tseng was looking at me, I snapped out of it, and I remembered him walking in on what happened. I couldn't look at him, so I pretended there was something really interesting about the view of Midgar from my office window as I stood up and buttoned my pants back up. I was damn ashamed of it all, even though Tseng had just saved me I couldn't bring myself to speak, even to say 'thank you'...and I really wanted to. I knew Tseng had just put himself in danger to help me, and for the first time in my entire life I was desperate to say thank you to someone, but my vocal chords weren't responding so I just couldn't. It was silent for a minute. I don't know wether Tseng was expecting me to say something or what, but I just couldn't speak. Sorry Tseng, but don't you already know just how fucking grateful I am to you for what you did?
"He won't be back."
"No." I sighed and went instinctively for a cigarette, walking round to get them out of my drawer as Tseng came across and sat on the edge of my desk. He picked up my goggles from where Rufus had put them and held them out.
"Reno?"
"Boss?" Shit, even when I took the goggles off him, I still couldn't look him in the eye. I wanted to. I really wanted to, because there seemed to actually be some kind of goddamn emotion in his voice when he spoke, but I still felt so scum-like. Rufus' bite marks were still in my shoulder, the buttons on my shirt were ripped and my arm and back hurt like fuck from Rufus' little game of 'hurt the Reno'. I put the goggles in my pocket and lit up the cigarette already in my mouth. I felt as the nicotine rush hit me and I actually started to relax at long last. I mean I'd been without nicotene for a fucking week. Maybe it was just relief, but I swear that was the best goddamn cigarette I've ever had in my entire life.
"You don't have a car now, do you?"
"No boss."
A pause. It seemed as though he was thinking, while I just stood there and concentrated on getting as much nicotine into my lungs as damn possible. If there's a world record on how fast somebody can smoke a cigarette, I think I just broke it. Eventually Tseng sighed and stood up, still as calm and collected as ever, as though he hadn't just kicked the crap out of the vice president, or as though he hadn't just seen Rufus nearly get his way with me. I tried to look up at his face as he turned back towards me, but the highest I managed was his torso, so I just stared at that instead. Not that it was all that bad a view, but still... At least what he said next seemed to have a little sympathy, and his voice was kind of reassuring, unlike the way he'd spoken to me earlier in the hospital wing. It somehow calmed me down. Tseng's voice was just as relieving as the nicotine that was slowly working its way through my body.
"Come on then. I'll drive you home."
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