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Tseng's Company	By : Turkaholic Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or any of the characters. I make no money from this story

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
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- 3
- 4
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Chapter 3
I was woken by the sound of a telephone ringing. I was almost instantly awake, shooting forwards in my chair and looking down at the blank report. 'Reno, you stupid piece of shit! You fell asleep!'
I stared up at the clock on the wall and my eyes literally shot wide open.
16:30, the luminous numbers glowed out at me from up on my office wall.
I had to do this report in minus thirty minutes.
The light up phone on my desk rang again after a moment, and...was it just me, or did that ringing sound angry somehow? Holy hell, that was probably Rufus now, trying to find out where that report had got to. I gulped loudly as I picked up the reciever and tried to sound as unconcerned as possible when I answered.
"Your report was due half an hour ago." Came Rufus' icy voice an a tone that sounded like he was hissing. I shuddered at the sound. Hey, I'm no wimp, but I'll admit I was kinda scared of him... yeah, me and every other damn person in Shinra HQ. He has this look about him that makes you wonder if he's actually thinking about the best way to dispose of your body, rather than what he's talking about. I mean, he's handsome and all, and Scarlet the old hag's apparently tried to have her wicked way with him (wether she's succeeded, I really dont want to guess) but he's got this freaky look in his eye that makes him seem dangerous. I remained silent for a second and then began to think of an excuse as I spoke.
"Uhh...yeah. Sorry sir." I stuttered. 'Come on Reno!' I thought, 'Lying's what you're best at...think of something!' "But you see, I-"
"I don't give a damn about the excuses." Rufus snapped from the other end. "Just bring me that report. Now."
The phone on the other end was slammed down before I had a chance to plead my case. Oh shit, he sounded pretty pissed.
I looked down at the empty report again, trying to think of a legitimate excuse, something... something like I'd use on Tseng. Nothing came to mind. All my excuses sounded like... well, excuses. Excuses that vice president Rufus bastard Shinra would never buy into. It was at this point I decided that - god help me - I was going to tell the truth. Yeah, I know, it shocked me too.
Eventually stood up, clutching to the desk to steady myself as I passed by it and headed out into the corridoor. The 429 steps I had to take to Rufus' office felt like a death march. Neither Tseng nor Rude were anywere around, probably having finished up their paperwork and headed out early, and the normally buzzing top floor of Shinra Tower felt all but deserted. It was incredibly quiet: I felt like I was about to go mad, and when I finally reached the door with Rufus' name on it, it took all my willpower to actually touch the doorhandle and turn it. I don't know what I was expecting: To be docked a week's pay, maybe? To be demoted to some crummy office worker? I think it took me an entire minute to open that goddamn door, and when I finally did, the sinister looking vice president was sitting at his desk, looking across at me with daggers in his eyes.
"Reno?" He said, with what pretty much sounded like disgust.
"Sir?" I payed back and looked at the floor. Damn I hate Rufus' eyes! They're the eyes of a psychopath, and I dreaded to think what they'd look like when the truth came out. I saw Rufus stir in his chair out of the corner of my eye.
"Where's the report Reno? I see nothing in your hands."
I flexed my fingers, feeling infinitely awkward at the sudden prospect of telling him the truth. Damn but why couldn't I just find a lie that sounded feesable? I suddenly felt like a kid called to the headmaster's office. I could feel a blush beginning to form across my cheeks. Woah, a blush! I never blushed! Why in hell then was it happening now? I felt Rufus' eyes bore into me. Shit this was gonna be hard.
"I didn't finish it on time, sir."
There was a thick pause as the words sort of melted into him. After a long moment I forced myself to look at him, expecting a look of anger or hate or some damn thing. The thing is it was somehow worse when I realised that he was looking at me with insane calm as though he thought I was joking. I couldn't help but flinch as he moved in his chair. After another brief pause he pulled a file across the table towards him and opened it slowly.
What? Was that it? Was he just going to let me go without so much as a warning? No way. There had to be more to it than that. It was then I realised what the file he was looking at actually was. It was my personnel file. I stood there and watched nervously as he flicked through the pages of my life. There were only a few pages actually, most of which were my previous criminal record. I can tell you one thing: It gets pretty damn depressing when your criminal record takes up most of your biography.
"How long have you been a Shinra Inc. Employee?"
Huh? If he had my record then he already knew. There was obviously some kind of trick question there, so I said it slowly, as if that'd make any difference.
"Two years, two months." I said, and watched as Rufus skimmed through my file again. Another pause, and I felt myself beginning to sweat nervously. This wasn't like me at all. Even with Tseng I still had some sort of power over the situation, but Rufus was different. He was the boss' son, and the vice president. He had one hell of a lot of power, and if I wanted to survive and retain the use of my legs then I'd better keep my loud mouth shut.
Damn, but why was he drawing this out so long? Just whack my ass, tell me I'm bad and send me on my way. That was what people normally did with me, but I could see something behind that psychopathicly handsome face of his. No, I wasn't out of deep water yet. Rufus seemed to have a plan for me. I gulped silently and stood still.
"And in those two years, two months, did nobody teach you the importance of punctuality?"
'Dont speak, Reno,' I reminded myself silently, 'it's a rhetorical question.' Rufus leaned back in his chair, copying his father's trend of steepling his fingers in front of him.
"I've been looking at your personnel file, Reno. Your punctuality is abysmal, you've been accused of disorderly conduct twice, insubordination twelve times, and forbidden intra-office relationships seventeen. You've had more days off than any single executive this year, and the amount of Gil written down beside your name for replacement equipment is phenomenal..." He trailed off, leaving my file open on the desk and walking over to sit on his couch, his hands on his knees as he leaned back against the cushion. Fucking hell! And I thought Tseng was the only one who could make me feel this low! I mumbled some sort of apology, though the syllables seemed to trip over each other on the way from my mouth. Little bastard Shinra had inherited his father's gift for making people feel inferior, that's for damn sure. I glanced over at Rufus, who stared back at me. Silence. Shit just get it over with! This dragging was beginning to make me feel really nervous.
"I hear you came from the slums. Sector 6...one of the Don's gang, I have no doubt?"
I nodded, not wanting to encourage him. Why in hell was he dragging my past into this? The part of my life I'd rather not remember, working for that fat bastard and getting...well, you don't really need to know my history, but the point is that my past's always been a tender spot for me, so most of the time I'd rather not remember it at all. I was one of the Turks now, I didn't need to remember.
Rufus watched as I nodded, scanning me for a minute with hard blue eyes. Then he sighed.
"Well..." He said slowly, "all things considered, I see no other option but to return you to the slums."
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