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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?	By : MackyoStar Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Final Fantasy VII © SquareEnix.

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Reaching the elevator doors, I heard what could only be described as…cackling? It was constant and extremely close. What could be so damn funny? I peered down the corridor to find Reno holding on to Rude’s arm for support. He was practically pissing himself at something. Rude on the other hand, from what I could tell, appeared to be breathing unsteadily but wasn’t hysterical like the younger Turk beside him. I walked down the corridor and stood in front of the pair, arms crossed and eyebrow raised high. Rude was the first to notice my presence and elbowed Reno in the ribs. The taller Turk stood to attention before me, straight faced and completely composed. This action took Reno much longer; he was still struggling to suppress the outburst of laughter he was so desperate to release.

“And what is so amusing?” I requested dryly, though silence was the only response I received. “I asked you a question. What have you found so funny?”

I darted my eyes to Reno as he lost his control and practically vomited laughter from his mouth. I then glanced up to Rude; his lips were wobbling slightly, trying to confine the hysteria building in his throat. Well, it must be something side-splittingly hilarious if Rude’s expression changed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man so much as smile before.

I was just about to demand an explanation, when my answer staggered through the doors. It was Tseng. He was wet, shivering, covered from head to toe in filth, his hair was a mess, his clothes were ripped, he was leaving a trail of dirty brown footprints behind him on the laminate floor and was forced to lean against the wall to support himself.

I glanced back to Rude and Reno. Reno was virtually on the floor with tears rolling down his cheeks. I think he would have been if Rude hadn’t been there to hold him upright.

“It’s not funny, Reno!” Elena hissed as she trotted up from behind Tseng and handed him his sodden jacket. He snatched it from her hand and flung it carelessly over his shoulder, groaning angrily as the wet fabric slapped against his back.

“What on earth happened to you, Tseng? You look a complete disgrace!”

He sighed heavily, before looking up to meet my eyes.

“The AVALANCHE sighting, it turned out to be a hoax. Just a group of youth’s causing damage to Shin-Ra property.”

“A hoax? And what became of these vandals?” I inquired.

“They have been dealt with, sir.” Tseng replied, while Elena began to remove foliage from his untidy hair. He attempted to evade her reach by shooing away her hands.

“That’s what I like to hear.” I smiled. I couldn’t help but allow my lips to curl at Tseng misfortune, as he shivered there on the spot, obviously irritated by Elena’s aid. It was like he was a child being fussed over by its mother. I almost felt sorry for him…almost.

“Is someone going to enlighten me as to what happened then?” I demanded again, looking from face to face. Does anyone actually listen around here?

“Well, that brown stain ain’t mud on his face.” Reno howled, not bothering to hold anything back now. Laughing out loud, he burrowed his face into Rude’s left arm to muffle his hysterics. Rude just shook his head and pushed the giggling red head back to his feet. At least I have one respectable Turk on the team who can control himself. Admittedly, I can see why Reno was so amused. The sight of Tseng’s current appearance was rather appealing.

“Reno stop laughing, it’s not funny!” Elena barked as she gently lifted Tseng from the wall and draped his arm over her shoulders, supporting his tired body against hers.

Blinking, I then noticed that Tseng was watching me, watching where my eyes fell. I realized that I’d been idly staring into space for the last few moments, and that Tseng’s lower anatomy had been occupying that space the whole time. I quickly averted my eyes and forced myself to blink away the image in my head, getting back to the argument at hand.

“Well, seen as though you’re all so eager to tell me about the incident. You can each write a report on the matter and deliver it to my office before you leave tonight.”

I then began to slowly walk backwards, slipping my hands into my pockets. “Oh, and I don’t want any details to be missed. From the preview here, it should make for interesting reading.” I turned to Elena, sniggering slightly “Get Tseng to the infirmary, he looks like he’s about to collapse.”

“Yessir!” She squeaked abruptly, appearing slightly startled that I’d actually addressed her by name. I’m not that terrifying, am I? She seemed to think so, quickly trying to lead a reluctant Tseng up to the infirmary on my request. I thought I’d come across as being quite informal. I smirked, surveying a disoriented Tseng as he was dragged up the corridor, still being mocked by Reno and Rude. My, how the mighty have fallen. I left them to it after that, turning and heading back towards the elevators. At least I now had something to look forward to when I came in tomorrow.

***

Gently flicking through the stapled pages in my hand, I glanced over to Tseng.

“I have to admit, I’m very disappointed with your report, Tseng. I thought I stated that I didn’t want a single detail left undocumented, yet there is nothing here about yesterday’s surprising circumstances. I was, however, able to attain all the information I needed from Reno’s report.” I smirked, noticing Tseng’s reaction. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so eager to complete an after mission summary before. Come to think of it, this is probably the first one he’s actually submitted on time. I like your motivational technique, Tseng. You should get pursued through a saturated field by a flock of enraged Chocobos’ more often.”

Tseng’s head dropped forward as he exhaled a heavy sigh.

I leisurely ran my finger underneath the text on the page, the curl tightening on my lips. “So, you aimed for the rider…but hit the Chocobo by mistake. Oh, dear. I think someone could do with a little more target practice, or did you just forget to wear your contact lenses again?”

“It was a genuine accident, sir. The bird spooked at the sudden commotion and threw the rider off. The bullet had already left the chamber, so there was nothing I could do.”

“Well, they can get quite vicious can those big birds if provoked, especially when they call out for assistance. Reno’s put here that there were over…hmm, nine Chocobos’ chasing you at one point. Nine PINK Chocobos’. Pink has been underlined several times and highlighted in florescent marker pen. A little over exaggerated, I assume?”

“No, it’s true. There were ten if you include the one I shot.” Tseng sighed, trying very hard to stop his face from changing colour.

“Tell me, how did you manage to stop yourself from falling down that ravine?”

“I didn’t.” He muttered under his breath, tilting his head slightly forward to shadow his eyes. Aww, someone’s a little embarrassed, aren’t they? I couldn’t help but snigger. I had this image in my head of Tseng running for his life from ten stampeding Chocobos‘, while the others just simply pointed and laughed at his expense. My, how I wished I’d been there to see that!

“So, what happened next? Oh, well, let’s see, shall we?” I chuckled to myself, idly flicking through some more pages. I was actually getting rather excited at the prospect of prolonging Tseng’s humiliation. It was about time he was brought back down a peg or two. Tseng sighed again, more heavily than before. He was thoroughly unamused by my recent knowledge of yesterday’s events. I think he’d left out the more descriptive parts of the mission purposely because he didn’t want me to find out. Maybe he was concerned for his image? I didn’t care what he thought. I found it all highly entertaining, hearing of his embarrassment and seeing the results for myself. Classic.

I turned in my chair and dropped the report on to the desk. This was amusing, but it was time to get serious again.

“So, you’re probably wondering why you are here again, for the second time this week?”

“That thought had crossed my mind, sir.” Tseng added, standing up straight once more.

“Well, picking up from yesterday. You were going to tell me all about the problems you seem to have with me, weren’t you?”

“Sir, I don’t have a problem.”

“Save it, Tseng. I’ve seen you. I’ve put up with it for weeks and I’m not going to tolerate it any longer.”

He stood there silently, staring vacantly at me like he always does. Caught you out now haven’t I? No worming your way out of it this time.

“Well, aren’t you going to say something? Justify your actions.” I demanded, picking up a pen and tapping it with irritation against the desk as I waited for a response.

“No. I haven’t got a problem with you, Mr. President.” he stated, though, I didn’t believe him for a second.

“Well, I’ve got a problem with you. I find you extremely arrogant and completely self-centered-” I went on for a while after that, the insults just kept spilling from my mouth, although, Tseng appeared unfazed by my ranting. He just stood there and took it like it was all just meaningless banter. I got extremely bored by his obvious lack of expression, the way he wasn’t taking a single thing I said seriously. So I stopped and scowled at him. We stayed in silence for a few moments, just staring blankly at each other, until I broke the silence with a snarl.

“Well, you’ve heard what I have to say. If I catch you doing it again, Tseng, I will be taking action against you. You have been warned.”

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, letting me know that he understood. If only he had lowered it just that little bit more, I could have put my hand on the back of it and smashed it against the table top.

“Am I dismissed now?” Tseng queried bluntly, raising his head slightly from the gesture.

“Yes, get out.” I snapped, angrily slamming the pen in my hand down on to the desk. I started out being in such a good mood this morning, as well.

He turned to the exit, casually strolling towards the stairs.

ARGH, if only I had something heavy to throw!

***

Well, that little talk seemed to have done the trick. It’s been four hours and no encounters with Tseng. I think maybe he’s avoiding me. Ah hell, I couldn’t care less. As long as he behaves himself, I couldn’t give a shit what he did. I can get back to doing my job, without hassle and without stress. Well, not as much stress anyway. I still had a mountain of paperwork to plough through, but I can’t see why I can’t put that off until later.

***

When I did encounter Tseng, the meeting was very brief. Only making eye contact when needed, keeping his answers short. Ok, I didn’t mean for you to act like a robot around me, Tseng. I just wanted you to treat me normally! Oh, this is getting ridiculous. He’s completely ignoring me now; blanking me in the corridors, looking through me like I’m a transparent glass window. HE’S DOING IT TO ANNOY ME! AND HE’S DOING A FUCKING GOOD JOB! What is his problem? Why can’t he just treat me like I’m his goddamn boss? Some respect would be nice. I’m not a monster, you know. If you’re civil to me, I’ll be civil back. If you piss me off, however, then I’m going to make your life HELL!

***

It’s been like this for two days now- Tseng ignoring me, acting like I don’t exist. In the security team briefing yesterday, he spoke to the wall rather than speaking to me. I was annoyed by his actions before, but now I’m furious. One thing I will not tolerate is being overlooked, being treated like I’m nothing.

***

Tseng is a bastard to get hold of. I’ve been trying to find him to demand an explanation to this absurd behaviour for the past six hours. I’ve been constantly calling his extension and constantly getting no response. I’ve even been ranting to Heidegger about him, and he’s also completely puzzled to his whereabouts. HE’S NEVER AROUND WHEN YOU WANT HIM! I’ve left countless e-mail messages, voicemails for him on his phone, even called his home number. He seems to have just metamorphosed into dust particles and fucking well floated off somewhere. Or, he’s just ignoring me. Well, I won’t be ignored. I’ll catch up with you sooner or later.

***

I’d been neglecting the paperwork on my desk all week. It had piled up so high I couldn’t see over the top anymore. I checked my watch and it was late. But I had to get this paperwork done before I left or I’d just be greeted by more next week. I was all alone in the building, everyone else had gone home. There was only me, the cleaners and the night watch patrol left. I stared at the pile next to me, hoping it would somehow catch fire and burn. Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Shame I didn’t smoke, though; I hated the smell - bringing back memories of the old man’s cigars. I sighed, suppose staring at it isn’t going to make the pile go down any faster. I reached up for the top sheet, bringing it back down and reluctantly began to read.

First chance I get, I’m sending off for a personalized stamp with my initials on it, because after this, my wrist is going to kill me.

***

I looked up at the pile yet again. It didn’t seem to be going down very much. I checked my watch, it had been over three hours since I’d started and I was still nowhere near through. This is going to be a long night and I’m really not in the mood for this, especially the way I’m feeling right now. I need something to help me through this, something that’s going to help me concentrate. Or maybe just to take my mind off all the other shit that’s happened this week. I reached down to the bottom drawer of my desk; it’s where I store all my random crap, like notepads and ammunition. Rustling through the papers, I found what I was looking for, and wrapped my fingers around the slender neck of my 30 year old malt. Ah, it always tastes so much better when it’s older than you are. I brought it out and placed it on the desk top.

Fuck this, I’m taking a break. A fucking well deserved one. I unscrewed the lid and look around for a glass. Unfortunately the only drinks container I found was my coffee cup. That was already housing iced cold coffee from three hours ago. I’d actually forgotten that I had that. Shrugging at the situation, I took a swig straight from the bottle. Not my usual procedure, but I didn’t care about my manners at the moment, and there was no one else around to survey or comment on my actions.

***

Half a bottle later, the pile still hasn’t decreased, but at least now I didn’t feel so bothered about that. I actually felt rather cheerful. I leaned back in my chair and placed my hands behind my head. Releasing a contented sigh, I found myself leaning so far back that I nearly fell off of the seat. I bolted forwards and gripped at the table, breathing deeply at my impulsive motion. Am I drunk? Of course I’m not. I’m just in a good mood. Maybe this break from seeing that miserable bastard has done me some good. Ok, maybe I’m a teensy bit tipsy…but only a little, so there’s no harm in having some more. Did I just use the words ‘teensy’ and ‘tipsy’? Shit, I must be further gone than I thought.

I rested my head in my hands. I’d be able to get back to work if the paper in front of me would stop MOVING! I stabbed my pen into the centre of the page, trying to keep it still. Unfortunately, this action didn’t stop the paper from swaying from side to side. No wait, that’s not the paper…that’s me.

I was so preoccupied with trying to focus on what was in front of me that I didn’t see the control console flicker or hear the footsteps ascending the stairs. I only realised someone was present when an amused voice spoke out to me.

“You’re working late?” Tseng smiled slyly when I looked up for the source of the sound.

I jumped, suddenly startled. “Tseng! Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to call you all day!” Whoa, did I just swear? I never swear…well, not out loud anyway. I find it to be vulgar in casual conversation. Not unless I’m really annoyed, then it’s acceptable, which I was, so I can let myself off.

He glanced over to the near-empty bottle on my desk, then turned his attention back to me. “That bottle wasn’t full when you started, was it?”

“Yes, it was, do you have a problem with that?” I stated sarcastically, trying to hide the evidence by shoving it back in my drawer.

“No, what you do is your business. Although, I don’t think it’s wise for you to have any more.” He stated with obvious disapproval.

“I don’t pay you to think, Tseng. I pay you to follow orders, and how can I give you orders if I can’t FUCKING WELL FIND YOU WHEN I WANT YOU?!” I held my head in my hand and blinked slowly. I was really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol I’d consumed now. Argh, why won’t the room stop spinning?

“Sir, I think you’d best call it a night. You should really go home.”

“I don’t need nor want your opinion, Tseng. Besides, I can’t go home. I have all this paper work to finish.” I gestured over to the pile beside me and accidentally knocked it over with my hand. OH, FUCKING GREAT! The documents flew from the desktop, scattering to the floor, blanketing it like a white paper carpet by my feet. I sighed and rose from my seat, kicking the chair behind me forcefully with my foot. I made my way around the desk; towards the mess I’d just made. God damn you, Tseng. IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!

I went to pick up the papers, and found myself falling sideways into the large oval desk. Oh yeah, now I was definitely drunk. And I had Tseng there to watch me make a complete tit of myself. Tseng advanced towards me, helping me to my feet. I tried to shake him off because I didn’t want his help and I didn’t need his help. I just wanted him to leave me alone! He placed an arm around my lower back and held my wrist in his hand to steady me.

“TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD. I CAN DO IT MYSELF!” I snarled, struggling in his hold. He still kept a firm grip on me and guided me towards the leather upholstered couch in the corner of my office. Totally ignoring my request, he sat me down next to him and removed his hands from my body. As soon as he did, I fell towards him through lack of support. He caught me in time though, before I collided with him, and gently pushed me back upright again. This was so embarrassing. I felt like a fucking rag doll. He kept his hands on me this time, sustaining my body, keeping it vertical when all it wanted to do was collapse in a heap on the floor.

“Would you like me to arrange some transport for you, sir? The chopper can be here in ten minutes.” Tseng casually questioned.

“No!” I growled “I told you I have to get this paperwork done, and I can’t do that if you won’t let me off this fucking couch. Now get your hands off of me so I can finish it.”

“Very well.” he leniently replied, removing his supportive hands from my body once more. The same thing happened, I couldn’t hold myself up and I ended up falling towards him again. My head hit his shoulder, my face pressed against it, too heavy for me to move. So it stayed there for the time being. My eyes were so heavy, I tried to keep them open, but I couldn’t, they gradually closed involuntarily and my rapid breathing slowly decreased. Maybe I should go home. I could always come in tomorrow and finish off the paperwork. It wasn’t even urgent. I had the whole weekend. I’d prefer not to be in the office at the weekend, it was the only time I had to myself. But I’d rather do it then than spend another late night here. I couldn’t remember what time it was now, or what I was actually doing here. Have I been here the whole time? I can’t even remember where I was. I just know that it’s nice and comfortable and that there is no way that I’m moving, not even if I’m forced to.

***

I thought I could smell something, I couldn’t quite distinguish the scent but it was definitely memorable. I’d smelt this before, I just couldn’t remember where. It was a nice smell, a sort of… comforting smell - an inviting smell. I found myself moving in closer towards it, the aroma was getting stronger and more tempting. My tongue urged me to taste it. To see if it tasted as good as it smelt, as good as it made my senses feel, and it did.

I was welcomed by a surface of smoothness. I gently passed my tongue over the sweet smelling entity. It was warm and trembled slightly as I stroked it, but that just encouraged me to continue, continue exploring; trying to determine what it could be. I found myself gently biting at it, grazing the surface softly with my teeth. Then it was suddenly pulled away from me, taken without warning. So I searched for it. My mouth open, my tongue prepared. I wasn’t going to be separated from it. No one takes things from me!

I lingered there for a few moments, desperately searching, leaning forwards and lapping at the air, trying to taste that wonderful essence again. Instead, my tongue was greeted by something else, something different. It was warm, yes, but it wasn’t what I had encountered earlier. It was wet, not overly wet, just subtly moistened. It gently began to caress my own tongue, proceeding deeper into my mouth. The texture was nice, almost like velvet. So I lavished it. Trying my best to taste as much as I could, to feel as much as I could. I leaned in closer, plunging my tongue in further. There was no taste exactly, none that I could identify. It just felt so desirable against my own. Something started to tenderly stroke my face; my skin shivered at this new found warmth. I was pulled gently forward, and my body pressed against something…material perhaps? I stroked it to try and distinguish the consistency, but I couldn’t, it just felt like fabric. I brushed my hand over it, it felt creased and from what I could feel, there was a slight gap further down. So I slid my hand within it, and felt the same texture as before, soft and smooth. It too began to tremble under my touch. It was contoured and defined by masses of firm ripples, each as inviting as the first as my fingers trailed along them. What could they be? Moving my hand lower the surface began to change. It wasn’t firm anymore; it was softer and more subtle. I clenched my hand around something, squeezing the mass gently, desperate to understand what it was. I heard a light moan from above me. Then it too, was pulled suddenly away. I found myself falling forwards, hitting something springy and familiar on the way down; losing my bearings and my consciousness.

***

I woke up feeling like shit. I sat up in my bed and rubbed at my head. Fuck, it ached like hell; pulsating away like a throbbing vein. I don’t remember anything. I don’t even remember coming home. All I knew was that my head was pounding and I needed something to take the pain away. I slipped out of bed and headed for my en-suite bathroom, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. I was a fucking mess. I pulled at the dark sagging circles under my blood shot eyes. How did I get in such a state? I felt like a vampire; shielding my eyes from the sun as it shone through the bathroom window. I tugged forcefully at the curtains, trying to extinguish the blinding light, but just ended up pulling them straight off the rail. Marvelous. I discarded the now useless textile and opened the cabinet above the sink, fumbling for some aspirin or something to take the throbbing pain away. Flicking off the lid of the container, I shook some pills out into my palm. Compressed chalky-white powder capsules, oh how appetising they looked. I hate taking pills, but I had no choice. My head was pounding and all I wanted to do was sleep. I was shattered. I was also wearing clothes. Maybe I was so tired I forgot to take them off last night? Ah, I can’t remember. I tilted my head backwards and flung the pills into my mouth. Then grabbing the glass from the side I filled it with water, bringing it to my lips and washing the pills down my throat. I then retreated from the light, hiding back under my duvet. It was dark under here and I intended to stay there all day. It was Saturday after all and I didn’t need to go into the office today. I could lie here and relax and…no wait, MY FUCKING PAPERWORK.I’d totally forgotten about it!
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