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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
- 27
- 28
A loud bell screamed through the innards of Shinra Tower, indicating the end of lunch break and thousands of Shinra clerks, SOLDIERs, and a whole bunch of other mindless employees picked up their jackets and headed out of the cafeteria back to their offices, babbling like a herd of crazy Chocobos as they trailed slowly out of the doors, leaving just one guy sitting in the corner, feet up on the table as he slouched back, watching the waitresses wandering around the place in those oh-so-damn-tempting miniskirts of theirs.
Namely, me.
I sighed lazily as the swing doors at the end of the cafeteria slowly shut, eyes flickering over the waitress just conveniently bending down to pick something up beside my table... and then managed to flicker them right back off again. Pretty damn amazing for a guy like me to give up his share of eye candy, but to be honest, those waitresses didn't interest me that much nowadays. Sure I'm still a guy - a guy who has nearly no control over his way overactive sex drive, especially when the chicks in question were pretty much throwing themselves at me as usual... but right now? I had something a hell of a lot better than just dragging some sex-craved chick up to my office for a little employee misconduct, and I was... painfully learning to keep my libido in check, though if I knew how I'd eat my own goddamn suit.
With me still in it.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall, sliding down lower in the chair and wincing a little when that slow-healing asshole of a wound brushed against the back of the chair, but I was used to that damn thing by now and anyway, I was just glad that the thing was actually gonna be gone soon. Sure there was still a little pain involved, but my back was feeling a hell of a lot easier than it had been a month ago, and that was definitely a good thing.
It had been exactly a month since Shinra Inc's one and only resident fuckup had gone out for his moonlight streak in just a towel and just somehow managed to overbook his shower, and since that night a hell of a lot had happened. Well actually, now you come to mention it - not that much had happened, what with poor wounded Reno here being made to sit in his suddenly magically tidied apartment all day like a damn doll, with most of his alcohol hidden from him by one sexy Wutaian guy with a major stick up his ass. But just the small things that had changed made those 9 days of utter shit beforehand feel like a damn lifetime ago.
Amazing, aint it? How you can go from total psychosis, 'about ready to drink yourself into near death experience-ville', to a state that makes you think you're in fucking cloud-cuckoo land, in just a few days. Sure so my life wasn't exactly the stuff dreams are made of. I wasn't in a penthouse with half a dozen girls dressed in barely there bunny-girl outfits, but for a Turk? With a track record of shit like mine? Right now my forcast would be that my life was starting to look pretty damn rosy - and all thanks to a guy that, a month and a half ago, had looked at me like scum if I'd even asked him the time of day.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when something suddenly loomed over me and blocked the Sun from my closed eyes. The next thing I knew, a giant hand clamped onto my shoulder and started squeezing slowly. Yeah, I know It was getting an old routine by now, but I guess Rude just doesn't have the brain power to think up a new act. I mean lets face it - neither him nor me were hired because of our amazing brainpower.
"Ugh son of a bitch!" I yelped loudly as the pain started to sink in, trying my damndest to rip Rude's hand off my shoulder, and as usual not succeeding. He chuckled evilly down at me as I opened my eyes. Well whatever the hell else had changed over the last month, Rude sure as hell hadn't - Bald, sadistic, dumb as a brick - sunglasses, as usual, stuck stupidly to that damn smug face of his as he slid into the chair opposite me.
"Good to see you, too." He snorted, watching me as I rubbed gingerly at my shoulder. Rude might be my best friend in this scum-sucking city, but that don't mean he aint a complete prick to me. I guess thats the basis of our friendship though, and as bruised as my damn shoulders get, I wouldn't change it for the world.
"Bastard. Don't you know not you ain't supposed to sneak up on a wounded guy?"
"Yeah? Since when did that stop you?"
I snorted. Mostly out of a lack of anything else to say, considering both me and Rude knew he was damn right. Some of the stuff I'd pulled on Rude over the past two years when he was sick was a hundred times worse than getting your shoulder nearly squeezed out of its socket, so I decided to keep my big mouth shut and look at the fluff on my jacket instead. Rude just sat there silently, gormlessly.
"Whaddya want, Rude? Can't you see I'm busy?" Change of topic then. The last thing I needed was giving Rude's slow but devious brain a chance of thinking about paying me back. After all, I'd just been dug out of one heap of shit, and under orders from Tseng I was... trying to play it safe for a while - trying my damndest not to give that bastard pretty boy upstairs anything he could use against me...or Tseng. All I needed now was waking up from my nap in a few hours, and realising Rude had painted my ass green and dumped me naked on the conference room table.
Rude just shrugged and grunted at me, face with about as much expression as a cement block. Not that that makes much difference.
"Tseng sent me down."
"Surprise surprise."
"Wanted me to see if you were slacking off again."
"Sure as hell wasn't expecting that one."
"And to tell you he wanted to see you."
"Oh how damn- " I blinked and cut myself off mid-sentence. Ok, lets just back up a second here... Tseng... wanted to see me? In his office?
My face twisted for a second like I was in the middle of a damn spasm or something, not quite sure what expression to settle on. In the end I settled on something that was kinda a mix between looking like a smug bastard and a confused schoolkid.
Here's the thing about Tseng these days - I've got this head-over-heels, doting-like-a-fucking-girl, jump-in-front-of-a-car-for-you thing going on for him, but at the same time... he still scares the hell outta me. At least during office hours, anyway.
Up until the clock hits five, Tseng still remains that stuck up, sadistic, slave-driving son of a bitch that had made work for me pretty much hell in a bucket for the past two and a half years. Talk about schitzophrenia... the guy's got more personalities than you'd find on a psych ward. I guess thats the only way he can play it, what with... Rufus just looking for any dirt he could get on him in payback for smashing his head against a wall. And without jumping to conclusions here, I guess 'Screwing a male employee' might just be the dirt he needed. So... no insane lustful office sex for Reno here. Dammit I couldn't even talk to the guy on the office line in case Rufus was listening, and I wouldn't put that past that son of a bitch. But still... have you got any idea how difficult it is to control yourself when the same guy that's handing you orders and chiding you like the most miserable bastard on the Planet was sleeping naked on your bed the night before?
Trust me, it ain't the easiest thing to do... not by a long shot.
I blinked across at Rude, who was sitting there with what looked vaguely like a smirk at my reaction, expecting some kind of terror to be gripping my heart just now, and in a way it was. Just because me and Tseng weren't exactly on strangers terms out of work didn't mean he was any easier on me when we were here, in fact he pushed me harder. Hence Rude playing messenger-boy a hell of a lot of the time, and hence why I'd normally ended up being repremanded in Tseng's office at least three times a day so far this week. I like to think he's just doing it so that he can get a glance of my ass as I leave, though.
"The hell does he want, now?" I winced and slumped forward over the table, grimacing when I landed my elbow in a random blob of ketchup by accident.
Rude snorted at me and wiped a hand over that bald head of his. "Probably the usual."
Yeah... the usual being 'to rocket my ass for lack of paperwork', and more than likely Rude was right, though since I'd come back, I'd actually been doing some paperwork rather than trying my damndest to find hiding places for it all. Yup, you bet your ass - Reno here had actually been doing a little work... I guess I learned my lesson a month ago about that shit, even if that lesson had been fucked up to the nines.
I moaned again and slowly slid out of my chair, watching Rude's normally expressionless face form into an evil smirk as I picked up my jacket and slung it over my shoulder.
"I ever tell you what a complete bastard you are, Rude?"
Rude grunted. Asshole, laughing at my expense. Remind me to take some photos of him dressed up like a girl next time he's stone drunk.
"Every damn day." Apparently that was said with some kind of brick-wall-like amusement. How come I can insult that guy to hell and back and he doesn't give a damn? Heh... he probably knows a skinny son of a bitch like me'd end up Reno paté if it came down to a fight. Sometimes it sucks to be friends with a guy that looks like a reject for Mr. Universe.
I shot one last glare at the bald bastard sitting at my table and headed off for the doors at the end of the cafeteria, still trying to work out in my slow little brain wether or not I should be happy to be heading up to Tsengs office right now. Considering how much he loved to see me squirming at work, I was guessing it was technically a bad thing, but even so I couldn't stop the shadow of a smirk creeping up the side of my face.
Me and Tseng... we got a thing going on. Ok so it aint exactly the most straightforward romance but then again, for guys like us you can't expect candy, hearts and flowers. I mean we kill for a living, that sure as hell says enough, but because of that miserable bastard upstairs I'm so pathetically in love with things are working out. Ok so I'm not about to marry the guy, settle down, start wearing a flowery apron and ironing his damn shirts, but the way things are right now?
...I like.
I took a slow walk up those stairs, getting some damn weird looks from the asshole Shinra employees plodding along with their arms full of paperwork. Heh, guess it's a rare thing to see a Turk who doesn't look like they want to rip somebody's guts out.
The most fucked up thing about this situation though, is the way Tseng can still just switch between that ice-cold business Tseng and the other Tseng - the Tseng that I saw a hell of a lot of over those three weeks of sick leave. The Tseng that so annoyingly cleared up my 2-year old collection of pizza boxes from the kitchen while I was still asleep. The Tseng that came over to change my bandages every damn day after work, even if he did snap at me to shut up when I whined. The Tseng that moaned my name at me, and who actually never ended up reporting me for those stolen handcuffs due to the fact they were so damn useful.
'I think they serve a better purpose here than in the hands of some delinquent SOLDIER', I think were his words. Not that I was paying so much attention to what he was saying due to the fact that there were other... more interesting things on my mind at the time...
OK Reno, that memory just isn't worksafe. Shake it off.
I shook a lecherous grin off my face as I finally reached floor 69 and pushed open the swing doors, to be blasted in the face by a huge cloud of coffee scent. Yup, Tseng was up here alright, downing his usual four hundred gallons of caffeine a day, and making sure that every single goddamn person who walked by his office had their lungs coated in the stuff for the rest of the day. The floor was pretty empty right now, though. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my own footsteps as I walked over slowly to Tseng's office door and stood outside for a second. Two deep breaths, one damn difficult removal of a smirk and then I opened the door, to be hit in the face by an even more potent cloud of coffee, which I tried my best not to pass out from.
"Welcome back to floor 69 Reno," came that smooth, calm voice of his before I'd even closed the door behind me, "I'm surprised you even remembered where this office is, the amount of time you've been spending in that cafeteria."
See what I mean about the guy being two different people? The past week I've been back at work, I could swear he just has an identical twin, and that's the one that meets me when that clock hits 5. Ya know, just some other Tseng hidden under the desk or something. I looked down at him, sitting there surrounded by paperwork, scribbling away like a whirlwind-in-a-suit, looking like he was enjoying the hell out of it, too. The model Shinra, kiss ass employee.
Lately I've begun to realise just how insanely good an actor Tseng is. Hell, he's better than me, and trust me, that's saying a lot.
I shrugged offhandedly, a sliver of an evil smirk twitching up on the side of my face. "Hey boss, can I help it if I get hungry a lot? I'm a wounded guy here, gotta keep up my strength."
Yeah... just call me kamikazee Reno. My mouth's got a mind of its own, and it's a mind that loves getting me into shit.
Tseng's eyes flickered up for a fraction of a second from the paperwork, a look of utter contempt on those Wutaian features as he looked me over, before placing the pen down and looking up at me with a look that could kill... if I weren't so damn used to it already.
"So you still consider yourself wounded, Reno?" He raised an eyebrow at me, speaking in a tone of voice that had the word 'trap' written all over it, and hell no wonder - wounded guys don't have the energy to do the stuff I'd been doing with him over the past week. Heh... guess thats one of the downfalls of having your boss as your lover - its a damn sight harder to make a lie stick.
Ugh, screw Tseng... well actually yeah but thats not what I mean - he has an inherrent ability to make me dig myself into huge inescapable holes. Or maybe, even after all this shit I've still not learned to keep my loud mouth shut. Either way...
I half smirked at him, sticking my hands sloppily into my pockets "Well yeah boss, can't you see me? I'm practically dying here."
A smirk. Not just a normal smirk either, but one of those annoying business smirks he sometimes gets. You know... the ones that look like they've had all the warmth surgically removed?
"Is that so...?" He mused, sitting back in his chair. I just watched him silently with a gulp as he opened a draw in front of him and pulled out some nameless form, placing it neatly down on the desk before he looked back up at me with that eyebrow raised in amusement. "Well then maybe you'd like to spend a few more weeks recovering from it... with a suspension."
Damn, what a punchline.
That eyebrow of his went up even further. For some goddamn reason, Tseng was finding my reaction pretty hilarious. Oh yeah sure, a walking comedy, that's me. But you know, considering this guy actually had some idea what the hell had been happening to me lately you would've figured he'd give me a little leeway and not be such a cold clockwork asshole from 9 to 5. Sure I could just about cope wthout the insane lustful office sex, but a little compassion around here wasn't too much to ask. I stared at him blankly for a second, looking for some kind of joke in his face, but Tseng looked serious.
"You're gonna suspend me for taking a long lunch hour? Holy crap cut me some slack here Tseng."
"Your definition of a long lunch hour seems to constitute anything between three and five hours sleeping in the cafeteria." He growled at me from across the desk, filling out the form in front of him at the same time. "You might call that a long lunch hour Reno... I call it goofing off, and that is definitely no way for one of my Turks to act, especially one who's just been promoted."
"Holy hell Tseng!" I moaned. He could suspend me, sure, but he could bet that damn annoying ass of his that I wasn't gonna go down without a fight. "What the hell is your problem? Why don't you try taking the damn stick outta your a-" That sentence trailed off and I blinked stupidly as Tseng's words slowly sank into my thick skull. Never been exactly the brightest batch of mako in the reactor, and I guess that was kinda clear from the stupid look on my face as I stared down at the by now slightly smug looking Tseng sitting in front of me.
"...Promoted?"
Remind me to get a brain transplant next chance I get? Hell even if they swap it for a chimp's, it's got to be better than mine.
"Your medical file never indicated you had hearing problems, Reno."
One thing that hasn't changed is Tseng's sense of humour... or at least I guess its humour - as much time as I spend around him nowadays, sometimes its still beyond me to figure out when he's joking, when he's half-joking, and when he wants to hack your damn head off with a desk ruler. And this was one of those times.
"Promotion? What the hell to?"
He leaned across the desk and handed me the paperwork in front of him. "Every organisation needs a second in command." He said in that dry business voice, eyes narrowed just barely as he watched me look down at the paper in my hand.
Me? I was still trying to decide how the hell I was meant to be reacting,wether this was some kind of trick, wether this was Tseng's idea of entertainment. but yup - right there on the paper, in plain black and white, was my name... followed by the words 'Turks Special Operations, Second in command.'
Well fuck... someone slap me here because I'm pretty damn sure this must be a dream. And a weird one at that.
"Despite your tardiness, the fact that you habitually act like an untrained chimp, and your continuing problem with authority, your work has improved, Reno." Tseng stared at me seriously and stood up from the chair, clasping his hands together behind his back in that classic stoic pose of his. Well gee thanks, Tseng. You've got a real nack for complimenting people, aintcha?
"Your field work is good... just consider that this promotion would have arrived much sooner if you'd spent less time sleeping, and more time working." A quick nod at the paperwork in my hand. "Your first job as my new Second in Command is in there. Make sure you carry it out as a professional."
And that was it, dammit. No 'congratulations Reno', no 'I knew you had it in you,' and no 'Well done! I'll buy you a new car and a bottle of whiskey.'
... well okay, that last one was a little far fetched, but I'd expected something... whereas all I got was Tseng's back as he seemed to completely forget I was even there, wandered off to one of the filing cabinets and started flicking idly through it, all still with me standing there looking like I'd been hit by the fucking Midgar train, trying my damndest to work out what had just happened.
One thing that suddenly leapt to mind though was that Tseng must've known about this for days - days when I'd been in his apartment for hours after work, and he'd said nothing. Not a damn word, probably just looking forward to seeing my face right now. being able to see my totally dumbass look when he handed me those papers, and hell I sure hadn't disappointed him.
A few seconds later that sneaky bastard sat back down with another nameless piece of paperwork and started scribbling, ignoring the stoned looking redhead in the middle of his office. I blinked and looked down at my name on the file again.
"That mean I get a payrise?"
"That means you'd better not spend it all on certain... intoxicating substances." He hissed, pretty much shattering what I'd been thinking of using it for, "Or I might decide you can't cope with the responsibilities you've been given."
"Tseng - "
"Reno." The voice drifted up with an agitated sigh from Tseng's mouth, continuing to work at the file on his desk without even a glance at me. "When promotion is offered it's wise not to question it, or it may not be offered again." A pause. "Am I making myself clear?"
It was my turn to sigh. How... in the hell can that guy read my mind without even looking at me? It freaks me out, I swear. Sometimes makes me wonder if he's even actually human and not just some damn freak of an alien. Nonetheless I couldn't help letting the traces of a smirk appear on my face.
"Yeah..."
"Then you're dismissed."
So with one last glance at that miserable, sneaky, pen-pushing, but oh-so-lovable asshole in front of me, I turned on my heel and headed for the door, letting the smirk spread even further across my finally accepting face.
Smug...? Me...? Naw, you're imagining things. Smug would be when Rude found out I'd just been promoted above him and I started rubbing it in his face, that'd be Reno smug.
"Oh, and Reno..."
I halted in my tracks and turned around as soon as he said my name, wiping the look off my face as much as I could before his eyes glanced up briefly at me.
Knowing Tseng, he was probably gonna demote me now just for the hell of it.
"7:30 OK by you?"
A stupid lopsided grin formed on my face.
"Yeah... 7:30's good."
One precise nod later and he turned back to his paperwork, scribbling fluidly with a muttered 'good', not noticing the look of total and utter inane smugness I had on my face as I escaped back into the coridoor and headed to the lift. Why bother with the damn stairs? I was second in command of the Turks. I was officially second best Scumbag in Midgar, may as well leave the stairs to the servants from now on, huh?
Just call me Mister Reno. Kiss my ass, lick my boots and bow at my feet, then maybe, just maybe I might give you the time of day.
That was pretty much all I was thinking about for about half a minute as I waited for that stupidly slow lift to arrive ...or at least, all I was thinking about up until the lift doors slid open and I saw that suit...
that white suit.
One minute my face was in a look of total disbelieving fucking happiness and the next thing I knew it was frozen there, and my throat felt as if it were being squeezed shut.
Holy shit.
Rufus.
I'd only seen him once since I'd got back, and that was in the all-staff meeting two days ago. I hadn't even looked at him, he'd just been some fucking piece of crap in the corner of my eye, and I'd been hoping to hell that that was all I'd have to see of that crossdressing perverted son of a bitch. Ever. Heh... yeah I'm a wishful thinker, but then who the hell isn't?
I gulped. Hard, wondering wether it wasn't too late to just turn around and take the stairs, but shit Rufus' eyes were fixed on me, standing silently in the lift with that same look of 'you're just another piece of scum on my shoe.' But I knew damn well that there was more going on in that screwed up little mind than that. Still I couldn't run. I mean, I could just imagine what a happy it'd give him if I just turned and ran whenever I came across him. There was no way I was gonna give him that pleasure. So...
Deep breath Reno, one, two, three...
He stood there silent like a damn statue as I stepped into the lift, trying to keep my eyes away from that white suit and on anything else - the keypad, the floor, the light fitting! But I could feel those psychotic eyes boring into me as I stood there and pushed the button for the ground floor. The lift 'dinged' a second later and it juddered stupidly into action, going about as slow as it could possibly go, almost on fucking purpose. I was almost managing to ignore him, seriously I was... until I happened to glance in his direction and caught those eyes. Those eyes that had seen me beg like a little bitch not a month ago. Half consciously I realised one of my fists were starting to shake... either it was planning to smash his nose to hell again like before, or it was going to spread right through my body and I'd end up some pathetic pile of shaking skin and bones. Either way wasn't exactly my idea of perfect, so all I could do was clench my fist tighter and hope to hell that I could keep my nerve - though considering the situation I was in, that was gonna be harder than it looked.
"I heard about your promotion." He said smoothly, flicking the hair out of his face like the pompous pretty boy he was. "Congratulations." I just stood there. Dammit even just the sound of his voice made me shudder now. How the hell had it got to this point? I'm a Turk, after all... head up, shoulders back, face blanker than Tseng after I'd cracked a joke about the dot on his forehead. At least I hoped that was what I looked like right now.
Fuck it Reno, stay calm. Deep breaths, don't panic, thats what he wants you stupid son of a bitch.
I nodded wordlessly, staring at the crack in the lift doors as though I was trying to figure out a way of scrambling the hell out of here through them. I decided the best way to keep my head was watching the floor numbers tick by on the screen above. Floor 63... 62... 61...
Rufus' hand just happened to touch mine as the lift creaked downwards. I nearly flinched at it too, but I was holding my breath by now, that fist of mine still shaking like jello in a damn earthquake. The bastard next to me must have seen it, because the next thing I heard from him was a quiet chuckle and he turned to face me. Shit. My stomach churned like someone was in there with one of those electric whisk things against my stomach wall.
"I would be careful if I were you, however... The higher someone climbs the more... severe punishments tend to be if they go wrong. And they can't always rely on their superiors to bail them out." Those last three words were said as though he was choking on the fact he was even in the same room as me, the amount of apparent utter disgust he managed to convey in them. If there's one thing I can say about the scumbag, its the fact that he sure as hell knows how to play on someone's fears. Especially mine.
Damn... had I just turned into a schoolgirl or what? Fuck Reno, get some goddamn balls and stop acting like such a pansy.
"Mmm... how's the back? Healing nicely I trust?" He said slyly and a superior looking smirk crept onto his schitzophrenic face. I shuddered - dammit I couldn't help it! I thought I'd got over this shit by now but I could almost feel that fucking hand on my back again for a second. I flinched, cursing myself like hell as I did it and the next thing I heard was a dark chuckle from pretty boy Shinra. Hah, and they say the Turks are the scum of Shinra. Well sure we are but take a look a little higher up and you'll find something a hell of a lot worse than us dumb bastards.
That chuckle though... hell it did something to me. I dont have a clue what happened but for just one second, for one tiny second the shake in my arm disappeared. I felt a pang in my chest and I snarled at him.
"How about the nose... you fucked up piece of shit?"
The next moment was - arguably - the worst moment that had happened to me in the last three weeks. The next moment was the one that I'd been dreading happening ever since I'd gotten into that damn lift; which right now, seemed a couple of years back.
It was the moment Rufus the fuckup Shinra lost the plot again, the moment when psycho-boy decided he wasn't gonna take any of my mouth. Before I'd even had a chance to work out what the hell I'd just said, I heard a thud behind me and Rufus was suddenly right in my face, blue eyes slicing into mine, an arm across my throat. A few seconds later, when my brain caught up my back started to sting like fuck. I suddenly realised the thud I'd heard was me...crashing into the elevator wall with the weight of a lifesized Vice-president as leverage. The file in my hand dropped to the floor. Ah... shit.
"Don't get too comfortable." He snapped viciously. "If I had my way I'd have you writhing under me right now, begging me to stop."
He pressed an arm further up against my throat, damn near stopping my breathing. Me? I was still in shock. This was all that I'd been dreading, those three weeks sick leave - that I'd have to face up to this sick little fuck at some point, but it had come a hell of a lot sooner than I'd planned, and I was nowhere near ready for it. I was fucking frozen, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as my head swam in a panic. Trust me if it had been anyone else slamming me up against an elevator wall? They'd be dead before they hit the floor. But this wasn't just anyone and oh fuck didn't my brain know it. I gasped silently for air as his face formed a calm glare, a slight sneer curling the side of his lip. "If it wasn't for that Wutaian piece of scum I'd do it, too. I'd silence that overactive mouth of yours right now. If he and the other one had died when they were supposed to..."
He trailed off there, almost talking to himself, the crazy son of a bitch. I was too concerned with trying to get enough air to actually breathe to listen to that properly... for a couple of seconds anyway, and even when I did hear it it didn't make any fucking sense to me, the guy had totally gone out of his damn tree. Or so I thought, until finally, staring into Daddy Shinra's little psycho's eyes, something clicked. And my brain nearly exploded inside my head.
"Holy shit..." I grabbed at Rufus' arm and pushed it away, to be rewarded with a hefty punch to the gut. I grunted, stomach just about jumping out through my mouth. Spoiled son of a bitch or not, that guy knew how to punch like a pro, and I had to gasp my next words pinned against the wall, eyes wide.
"You're the one that tipped off the Don."
There was a silence after that. One hell of a silence, in fact, just the feel of the lift juddering down the shaft and me panting to get my breath back as a wicked smirk formed on Rufus' face. You bet your ass it was him, and damn but he looked pretty impressed with himself for it. Son of a bitch.
"You're not as stupid as you look, Reno." He crooned at me, reaching up to pet my hair like I was some kind of damn dog. I knocked his hand away, this time he just laughed darkly at me and got closer, pristene white suit pressed up against my crappy dark blue one. "My old man runs this company like a freak show, if I could get my hands on it I'd make sure Shinra was respected, not laughed at. Don Corneo was simply a means to an end. Besides..." He narrowed his eyes at me and flicked a bang of loose hair out of my face, "it was a way of killing two birds with one stone. Literally."
The guy was talking like a total schitzo, calm as hell and twice as sleazy. I have to admit I was shaking like hell by now, remembering his office, that hospital bed, my damn office when he had his hands all over me like I was a piece of fucking meat. The last thing I needed was a repeat performance right now, especially after what the fuck he'd just said -
Tseng and me... we'd nearly fucking died because of this bastard. Tseng had got the shit kicked out of him because of Rufus little bastard Shinra. I'd got the wound in my back because of this vicious little prick, because he was having some schitzophrenic, adolescent little sulk.
He'd set Tseng and Rude up that day on damn purpose.
Remember that shake I mentioned earlier on? The one that was coming out of pure and utter goddamn horror at the idea of what was going on? Well, that was still there, but it was starting to be accompanied by something else now. My fist clenched, I could feel my face curling up into a snarl. I could remember those damn bruises all over Tseng's chest from whatever the hell the Don had done to him. Bastard. Like Turks aint got enough problems without fucked up pretty boys setting them up to get killed. My entire body started shuddering and I could feel something - a noise, some tiny little hum at the back of my throat that started to grow damn fast as I remembered the shit that me and Tseng had had to go through that day. The next thing this overprotective son of a bitch could remember, I let out what pretty much passed as a roar and headbutted the smug asshole in front of me, sending him flying backwards into the opposite wall with a satisfying crunch.
Fuck with me, kick the crap out of me, bend me over the desk and screw me stupid, and as long as I dont think I have any choice but the slums, I'll ...somehow put up with it. But once you start screwing with Tseng and Rude? This Turk takes a trip to Psychoville.
Rufus reeled for a second, a hand clamped to that perfect forehead of his and glared at me dazedly. If I'd been in my right mind I would've stopped at that, but I was outta my mind. Trust me I dont often get like this - if there's one thing I've taken on board from Tseng's insistant, mind-numbing lecturing, its the fact that unless you want your brains splattered against an alleyway wall, you cant let yourself lose control, but right now I was so angry with this son of a bitch I couldn't help it. Before the guy even had time to recover I'd grabbed his hair and slammed him head first into the elevator wall.
Was it... wrong of me to be smirking to myself when I heard him yell out in pain when that newly healed nose hit the wall? Well fuck if it was I didn't want to be right. It was too much damn fun being wrong.
"Urgh!" He moaned a second later, backing off from the wall. He stared at me with that ice cold psychotic look of his as I finally backed off, panting hard and shaking like fuck as I realised what the hell I'd just done, not that I regretted it. I guess my brain had just had enough of being screwed around with by the perverted little fuck, and the thought that he'd nearly killed me and Tseng had just about pushed it over that edge of what it was prepared to take.
I backed off to the other side of the elevator, a level glare on Rufus as he regained his composure. Fuck only knows how I was managing it, the way my damn stomach was shaking right now. I felt like the whole scene was playing out in slow motion, like I was some spectator in a twisted one-man show or something. If I'd had my brain in the right gear, my head would have exploded in fucking panic by now, but all I could do was stand there, shaking like hell, fists clenched in case he tried anything else.
"If it weren't for Tseng..." He panted, wiping the blood from his normally smug looking mouth, a cold smirk on his face "then I'd have you sent right back to the gutter where you came from."
Cue Reno's pretty damn rapier-like wit. Dont get me wrong, the guy still scared me to hell, but I was finding some sort of courage from fuck knows where right now, and after hearing Rufus had been the cause of me and Tseng's near-death experience, anger was being added to the brew, and it was more than overriding the fear I had of him. Thats why, after a second letting that threat sink in, I answered back with such a snarl I'd bet my ass It'd even give Tseng a goddamn heart attack if he saw it.
"And I bet you'd write my damn dismissal letter in lipstick, huh?"
...Boom.
Rufus paused, colour draining from his face fast. That's when he finally straightened up, putting that ice cold front back up, eyes totally vacant of any expression, though his voice sure as hell held all the expression it needed for both of them.
"Tseng's not going to be here forever," He hissed quietly at me, allowing the stupid pompous smirk spread across his bloody lip a second later as the lift doors finally at goddamn last dinged open and sunlight streamed in, "...and neither will my old man. When that time comes you can be sure you're going to be screaming your apologies to me over my desk." A hand trailed over my crotch as he said that and I flinched just briefly, not long enough for him to notice this time, I wasn't going to give the bastard that satisfaction. Just remember what the hell Tseng said: dont act like pansy - head up, shoulders back, eyes fixed. You're a Turk. Start acting like one.
I steadied the shake in my arm and forced a glare onto my face.
"And until then, you might wanna stick to picking out purses, pretty boy... or Daddy might just find out the truth about his kid's after hours activities."
I aint exactly sure wether Rufus was planning to say anything after that, but then again I didn't give him the goddamn chance. Before he even had the chance to open his mouth with another of those stupid fucking threats, I'd slammed a knee into the guys nuts. Hard.
I'm not a sadistic guy by nature, I'm not the kinda guy that goes around kicking people in the nuts for fun. Hell a lot of the time I'll sympathise with the guy its happening to, but if you think I was about to sympathise this time, you really aughtta be in a padded room. This bastard deserved it and a hell of a lot more for the shit he'd put me through. If he wasn't the bosses son I would've ripped his nuts clean off and fed them to him, but this was all I could stretch to right now and damn didn't it feel good.
No, no forget good, it felt... fucking fantastic.
I remembered him saying... something as I just picked up that file and headed out into the lobby. I remembered it sounded like he'd just had a cheesegrater rammed down his throat, I remembered it being some kind of threat, and I remembered the look on his face of pure and utter pain as I took one last glance at the scummy son of a bitch, but to be honest I didn't really give a rat's ass what he'd just said. Still shaking like a damn leaf, but with one hell of a sense of euphoria pumping through my veins, I listened to the grunt behind me, adjusted my goggles and pulled out a cigarette as I heard him press the button and head back up on the elevator.
So...
Despite the fact that I'm an underpayed, underappreciated Shinra scumbag, things are kind of working out for me nowadays. I know damn well I'm a Turk, and for the short time it's gonna last my life is never gonna be perfect, but a month ago my fucking mind was falling apart at the seams, and now? I'm lovers with a guy who I thought would never look twice at me. A guy who I'd always thought would rather chew off his own balls than touch me.
Plus I'd just kicked the sickest asshole in Midgar right in the nuts, which to me, felt like one hell of an achievement.
Yeah, in a way, I know Rufus' crappy little threats ain't that empty. I know damn well he was probably nursing his nuts up the lift, thinking of some way to get me into more shit than I already am. But I'm good at ignoring stuff... its one of my talents, and I was sure as hell putting it into operation right now. I flicked my ponytail out of my face, winked at the receptionist, stuck my hands in my pockets and headed for the door, examining the file in my hands as I lit up and walked over to the crappy car which I'd bought yesterday with the last three weeks sick pay... and which me and Tseng had already pretty much stained to hell.
So I guess a guy can be proved pretty wrong from time to time huh? And though I'm pretty sure I'm never gonna reach my 30th birthday unless someone suddenly decides I'm useless and retires me to some Wutaian beach somewhere, hell I'm a slum rat remember? I dont need a lot - just a bottle of cheap booze, a pack of cigs and a certain miserable, sexy Wutaian bastard to annoy the hell out of. Fuck the Don. Fuck Rufus, the perverted little prick. Right now?
Right now... Tseng's company, and thats pretty much all I need.

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Author's Notes

I began writing this fanfiction when I was 16 years old, began posting it when I was 18, and haven't looked back.

I'm now 24.

As such I hope you guys will forgive the spelling mistakes, the missing parentheses, and any other mistakes I made while writing it. I wrote it for pure enjoyment and to entertain other fans of the pairing. I never had a beta reader, spellchecker, and very rarely re-edited my chapters, simply because I had other things on my mind at the time.

At some time in the future I may re-edit: change speech, shorten, spellcheck etc, but for now...

All I can say is even after all this time, I hope that this story gives you guys as much entertainment as it still does me xx

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