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A Zack and Cloud and others fic, you know, Sephiroth and Rufus are in here as well as Reno, but when will Reno get some…it is getting closer… Friday is a really really long day, don't you think… Yaoi.

Pre-Author's Note

Thanks to Ziggy Pasta for being my Beta…

I know, it has been forever. Here is a look at the other men in the story that did not have such a good Friday night or Saturday morning.

Disclaimer

Don't own the FF7 fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Rufus looked pale and angry. He was standing by the window staring out on the city of Midgar. Tseng noted the tension in the Vice-President since he walked in and he was noticeably distracted. It was an odd sight to see Rufus wearing his runners with his business suit; he was never one to mix his casual and professional attire.

Dark Nation was sleeping beside his desk, ignoring her agitated owner who had been pacing moments ago.

"You wanted to talk with me, sir?" Tseng said. "If you're distracted, maybe you need to clear your thoughts and call me when you are coherent?"

He did not like to waste his time, even if it was Rufus that was demanding it. He had a schedule to keep despite the fact that it was Saturday and should by all rights not be working today; he had things to do.

"Have you heard from Reno today?" Rufus asked.

"No, sir." Tseng knew where this was going and refrained from rolling his eyes with great effort. Rufus was acting like how he did when he 'lost control' of Genesis. "He has the weekend off and I do not need him for any duties until Monday."

"So you haven't heard from him."

"No, sir."

Rufus turned back from the window with a tightly clenched jaw.

"Is there another reason you called me?" Tseng wanted to cut this meeting short before he said something that he would regret. He was still not happy with him pursuing Reno in any sort of relationship and it was out of his control to stop it. But it was in his control to make it as difficult as possible.

"Yes," Rufus said and went to his desk. He grabbed a stack of papers and held it out to him. "Reeve and I completed these this morning so you can file them accordingly."

Tseng took the papers knowing that Rufus was lying. Reeve was on a trip to Mideel, as he understood it, and had been gone for a week. Tseng was seldom mistaken on the schedules of the executives.

He looked over at the papers and saw Reeve's signature but knew it was Rufus forging it. It wasn't the first time that Rufus had done so to get things completed. He didn't understand why Reeve allowed it but did not question it as it usually was for the best interest of the company and of Reeve.

It was something that he had kept secret for Rufus. It was one of the many things he did for the man, even though it was usually against his father's wishes.

"I will make sure that these are taken care of," Tseng said and with a small bow went to leave.

"He doesn't have his cell phone on him," Rufus blurted. "Isn't that against the Turk policy?" He turned violently from the window.

Tseng turned toward Rufus and tried to keep the threatening smirk off his face. "He is on weekend leave, sir," Tseng said curtly. "He is not required to answer his phone until Monday."

That was a lie. He required all his Turks to carry phones at all times, but they were only required to answer if it was him calling. It was rare that any of them to be without their phone. He would reprimand Reno later for the lack of answering his phone and forcing him to deal with a frustrated Rufus. Reno was the only one that ever had issues with his phone, but it was usually because he didn't feel like answering it.

Rufus' teeth clenched tight and his hands went into fists. "Then where is he!" Rufus nearly yelled. He pointed to his computer. "I lost track on the surveillance videos."

Dark Nation growled at her resting place on the floor and opened up one of her eyes at the yelling tone. She was obviously not impressed at being awakened from her nap.

~stalking again~

It was the same way that he found out about Sephiroth and Genesis - snooping through the videos. He had been forced to watch with a seething Rufus the scene where Genesis cornered Sephiroth in the First Class lounge and the two SOLDIERs started to play tonsil hockey.

He had to deal with a furious Rufus who was demanding to know how that had happened. Tseng had been pleased to tell Rufus, "That is what you get for teasing."

Rufus wouldn't talk to him for weeks. He knew the relationship continued but the dynamic changed since Genesis started his rather tortuous relationship with Sephiroth. Rufus somehow still had a hold of the Red General that Tseng didn't understand or care to understand.

"He's good at avoiding surveillance," Tseng said simply by his position at the door. Reno was the best at that when he put an effort into it. Tseng actually used it as a test for promoting a Turk to the electronic surveillance team. If they could follow Reno for a day, when he was trying not to be seen, they were given a promotion.

Rufus threw himself in his chair, almost like a child throwing a temper tantrum. It would have been humorous had it not been his boss and Vice-President doing the immature act. He had hoped that the boy was beyond that, but obviously he was not.

~ bratty~

Rufus snorted. "I need lunch," he blurted as he slouched in the chair and tapped at his keyboard, "and Dark Nation will need something." Rufus didn't look up from whatever was captivating him on the screen. "She hardly ate any of her breakfast and she is bound to be hungry."

Tseng refrained from sighing.

~I'm not an errand boy~

"I will have something delivered," Tseng said simply and turned and left the room before he would have to listen to a full-out pout from the man.

He quickly slipped out and walked to his office. He knew that most likely the redhead had spent some time with Sephiroth. He was not pleased with this outcome if it was where he had spent the night.

He hoped that Reno had gotten whatever was in his system out with his romp and that it would be the end of it.

He couldn't stop a relationship with SOLDIER, but he strongly recommended that he end it. Turks and SOLDIERs did not belong together.

~quit fooling yourself~

He shook his head and pushed the old thoughts away.

~no sense dwelling on the past~

He went into his office and placed the papers in his inbox and then dialled Reno's phone. He wasn't expecting an answer, but Reno could have been just ignoring Rufus' number after all. Reno had always been the worst at answering his phone.

"Redheaded pest's phone!"

He blinked at the woman's voice on the other end of the phone. He checked his display to make sure he dialled the number correctly.

"Hello?"

"Cissnei?" he asked. "Why do you have Reno's phone?"

"Tseng!" She sounded startled and then started to chuckle. "You need to talk to Reno about the names he programs into his phone."

He frowned. He would deal with that other issue later. "Answer my question, Cissnei."

"Well, it's complicated," she said and gave another chuckle.

"Make it clear," he demanded.

"O-okay, sir," she said, sounding slightly nervous. "Rude and I were going to grab some late lunch. We were going to check on Reno to see if he wanted to join us. Zack was looking for him last night and we hadn't been able to get a hold of him. So, we were heading to his place when we ran into Sephiroth." Her voice was more hushed at the saying of the General's name. "He handed Rude Reno's keycard and phone. "

"Pardon?"

"I know," she said. They are still talking and I'm not going to get between those two. They are having a pissing contest right now," Cissnei said. "Do you know what happened?"

Tseng gritted his teeth. "No, I do not know what happened." Tseng refrained from wanting to panic; this was not what he was expecting from this phone call. "That is why I am trying to phone Reno. You still haven't sufficiently explained what occurred."

"Can you hold on for a second here? Sephiroth's just leaving."

~Sephiroth was there?~

"Who are you talking to?" Tseng could hear Rude ask and he heard the phone transfer hands before Cissnei explain to him.

"Reno?"

"No, it's Tseng." He could hear Rude make a small sound that resembled a stifled groan.

"Explain to me why Reno is not the one answering the phone?" Tseng asked sharply. This situation was not at all what he was expecting.

"He does not have it," Rude said.

~Rude could be so obvious at times~

"That, I'm aware of, Rude." Tseng clenched his teeth. He did not want to worry about a missing Turk. "I need an explanation that is more appropriate than that."

He could hear Cissnei say something. "Hold on, sir," Rude said. He heard the rustling of fabric and then their voices discussing something. He was thinking of commanding them to come to his office.

"We're sending you a picture, sir," Rude said, "Just a moment."

~why would I want to see a picture?~

He looked to his cell phone and heard it beep. He picked it up and looked at the picture that was there. He nearly dropped his phone.

He was not expecting that at all. He recognized Reno immediately - there was no mistaking that brilliant red hair of his. The other man took him a moment. "Is that Strife?" he said more out of shock than anything else.

"I believe it is, sir," Rude said.

"When was this taken?"

"It appears like last night," Rude said. Cissnei was saying something that Tseng couldn't make out. "The date," there was disdain in that word, "with Sephiroth," even more hate in his voice than before, "did not go as planned."

~that I can see~

The picture of Reno kissing the young blond told him that they both had been drunk when it was taken - Reno, very much so. He knew Reno liked to drink his troubles away. It was one of the things he wished he would stop doing, but he usually recovered quickly at least.

"What did Sephiroth say to you?"

"He handed Cissnei the phone and key and was going to walk out," Rude said. "I couldn't get much out of him. He won't be bothering Reno again, sir."

Tseng wanted Rude to elaborate further, but he refrained from asking. The man was not good at explaining things, but from his tone, Tseng was pretty sure Rude must have had a discussion with Sephiroth.

He would get the information out of him later.

"That is good to hear, but that still doesn't explain why Reno was kissing Strife in this picture," Tseng said. "You need to find out where Reno is."

"Yes, sir," Rude said and hung up the phone.

Tseng leaned back in his chair and looked at the picture of Reno kissing Strife. He sighed deeply. It was better than Sephiroth or Rufus, but there were pieces missing from the puzzle.

He placed his cell phone open on the table.

His office phone rang. He looked at it and saw that it was Rufus' number. He let out a sigh so that he wouldn't do it when he answered the phone.

He knew that he would be demanding his food.

"Dark Nation is getting antsy! Did you order the food?"

"Of course, sir," Tseng said.

"Good."

Tseng hung up the phone and muttered, "Doesn't anyone say goodbye anymore?"

Sephiroth felt like he had just been scolded and he had … by the most unassuming Turk that he had ever had encountered. The black man hardly had ever said a word to him in any other situation and yet, he got a lecture.

The other problem was the fact was that he felt like he deserved it.

The Turk had stood in his way as he tried to exit. He was only planning on dropping the phone and card off on Reno's desk. He had not planned on running into anyone.

At first he was grateful that it was just Cissnei. She did look at him with large eyes and the look of shock. He did not want to explain himself to anyone for his actions the night before. He had not been able to sleep as it was.

His mind had been a race of thoughts throughout the night between Genesis and Reno. He cursed himself for missing Genesis so much. He didn't realize how much Genesis had meant to him.

~was I just using Reno?~

He didn't know how to answer that. They were not even alike and yet …

"Stay away from Reno," Rude had said and looked over his glasses at him to reveal his chocolate-coloured eyes. "He doesn't need to deal with your shit."

He didn't know how to respond to that. He ruined what little he could have had at another chance of happiness.

~not to screw up like you did with Genesis~

But it was too late. He couldn't appreciate the man that had been in his bed. What did he even see in Reno? What did Reno see in him?

Of course when he started to thinking about it, there was a lot of aspects of the redhead that he would and could have liked. The list grew and he knew that he was thinking of Reno as more than just a warm body or a replacement.

~no one can replace Genesis~

He was witty and not afraid to say what was on his mind. He was lanky and versatile in any situation. He had been enjoying the feel of his smooth skin beneath his hand. How his breath had hitched when he played with his tongue …

He found his way back to his apartment before he could run into anyone else. He had already cleaned up the mess from the night before; there was no evidence left that he had tried to seduce the redhead.

There was no evidence that any of the redheads were ever in his apartment.

He had disposed of anything and everything that had been any significance of Genesis, even though he could still see him sitting on the couch with a crooked smile on his face, calling to him to join - seducing him. He could see Genesis, standing in a pair of snug jeans looking out the window down onto Midgar, grumbling about how the view was much better than the one from his apartment.

He knew he was screwed up and his mind was a mess. He hadn't slept and he knew that that always put him in a bad place. That was one thing he was hoping that he could have with Reno again. He had always slept well when Genesis spent the night. It was always nice to wake up with a warm body beside him, even if it was the middle of the night. He would sleep for more than two hours in a row when there was someone that he trusted at his side.

Would he have been able to trust Reno like he had once trusted Genesis?

~misplaced trust~

He knew he shouldn't take any of this seriously.

"Why was I even trying?" he mumbled to himself. He was always a failure at interacting with others. It was better to be alone and he should have understood that by now.

He was destined to be alone and that was all what there was to it.

He had no family and his friends had left him. Angeal and Genesis …

~lover~

… left him to descend into their own madness.

He wondered if he would follow them. It wasn't the first time that he had thought of this. He had thought of leaving, but could he join Genesis? He was not sure if he could or if they would still be at odds.

Sephiroth found himself looking out his window. During the day, the sight was hardly stunning. Midgar was dirty and grimy, and the light of day showed how unclean everything really was. But at night was when Midgar shone. That was when Genesis would press his forehead against the glass and look down at the city that seemed quite magical with the glow of the reactors to illuminate it.

Genesis called it the 'Goddess Tears' trying to wash the stain that man had thrust upon her. He never really paid much attention to the poetic words that Genesis would spout. He had been more concerned with how Genesis looked and felt at that moment than what he was saying.

It wasn't the first time that he thought that if only he had paid a bit more attention to what Genesis was trying to say to him, how different things could have been if he had put more effort into it.

The grimy vision of the metal city was an image that depressed and upset him. He shook himself and pulled himself from the window and went to his couch where he collapsed with a dramatic sigh that would have made Genesis proud.

He lay there for an hour, willing the thoughts to stop whirling in his head but they were becoming vicious and mocking of him.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep with his thoughts racing as they were. He picked up his phone and dialled a number that he hated to dial.

The ring on the other end of the phone always sounded different when he dialled this number. He knew that it actually wasn't different, but the voice that picked up on the other end was.

"Medical research," an overly cheerful voice answered.

He licked his lips and spoke slowly, "Hojo, please."

"He's in a meeting. May I take a message, sir?"

He sighed. Even the doctor wasn't available to him. "Tell him Sephiroth called."

"Right away, sir."

Sephiroth hung up; he knew that Hojo would call him shortly. Hopefully he wouldn't need to go through a whole medical exam to get an injection to sleep.

~and perchance not to dream~

There was nothing unusual in Reno's apartment besides the fact that Reno wasn't there and there were three other Turks standing in the living room. Tseng was always amazed at how clean he kept it despite the fact that he usually was so sloppily dressed and his desk was a disaster of paperwork. The place was sparse of furniture and he had never bothered to get the walls painted or do anything to decorate the small apartment. Tseng was also certain that most of the furniture was begged, borrowed or taken from the slums. He doubted that anything but his bed was new when he had moved it.

But Reno kept his personal mail in a neat pile. The kitchen counter was clear of dishes, but then Reno was not known to be much of a cook. He would have to push Reno to work on his organization at work as well as his apartment was.

He looked towards the other two Turks in the room and held out his hand.

Rude dutifully handed over Reno's phone as they seemed to be done scanning the apartment.

Cissnei talked lowly as she gave him what information they had and it was pretty thin. "We knew that Reno had a date," she began, "We assumed it was with Sephiroth." She started to grin but he turned his gaze quickly on her and that smile left her lips. She cleared her throat and continued, "Zack was looking for him and we didn't know why until we saw the picture of Cloud locking lips with Reno. Zack must be choked!"

He raised an eyebrow. "And why would Zack be upset?"

"He's been dating Cloud for months," Cissnei said and looked like she was refraining from rolling her eyes. "They have been keeping it quiet but it's so obvious."

Tseng waved his hand for her to continue talking. That information did put a new spin on things and he tried not to let it bother him.

"We got a call from Zack looking for Reno around eleven," Cissnei said and looked annoyed at the fact.

Tseng couldn't help but look over at Rude who adjusted his sunglasses. He looked back over to Cissnei.

"We tried calling him but it's not like it's the first time that Reno hasn't answered his phone ... so we waited until morning to try to find him. When we went to the office, it was empty –- not that we expected him to be working – but when Sephiroth arrived with his phone was a bit startling. We still don't know where he is yet though."

Tseng looked at the phone and flipped it open. "What other information do you have?" He frowned as he looked at the received and missed call list. He continued to frown as he tried to decipher who they were really from. Tseng didn't much care for the moniker he was given.

~I really need to talk to Reno about the names he uses in his call list~

"We have nothing more," Cissnei said. "I don't know if he is with Cloud or if Zack killed him. We are a bit hesitant to knock on that door if they are having a lovers' spat over this."

Tseng nodded.

"If you hear from Reno, you call me first." Tseng scrolled down the list. There were a few calls from whom he assumed was Zack by the moniker, 'Fair Prince' as well and the last one from himself with the denotation that he did not approve of.

Rude nodded. "I will take care of this situation."

~before Rufus does~

He left Reno's apartment and contemplated knocking on Zack's door. He knew Zack's mannerisms well enough to know that he would be upset over the whole thing and maybe even threaten to throw Reno off the balcony, but Zack's temper was always quick to cool.

He would rather have Reno in Zack's clutches than Rufus' at the moment.

The familiar smells assaulted him that caused him to wrinkle his nose, but there was an old and comforting familiarity in it combined with the stark white lights and the strange requirements for silence that was in the labratories.

But Sephiroth hated everything about the labs. He avoided them at all cost usually, but now he needed the odd and old familiarity he had with the sounds, lights and smells.

He lay on the familiar cot that he had lain on for every one of his physicals. He could feel the familiar dip in the table and it seemed that they had not upgraded the padding since his last visit.

He looked around at the stark, familiar walls of the room. It was only populated by a cart that contained an array of syringes. He was grateful that the room wasn't full of beeping machines or that he wasn't being attacked with tubes.

The walls were bare at his request. As a child, he remembered a room very similar to this, but the walls had some pictures of kittens and puppies. They were supposed to distract him from the pain but it made him remember that the only pets that he was ever allowed were the monsters that were in the cages around him. He did not want to be teased with the thoughts of comfort.

The room was white – clinical white. It hurt his eyes at how white the room was. It was one of the reasons that he had his apartment in warm, dark tones. He hated the whiteness because it meant that everything was controlled by someone else.

He didn't ever want to be controlled by another again. He broke free of the labs and had his freedom now, even if he still needed them from time to time. But it was on his terms, not theirs.

He let his eyes close and he listened to the only sound in the room. When there were no machines around, there were only two steady sounds -– his breathing and the low hum of the ventilation system. They still hadn't fixed the rattle that was in the northern vent. He doubted anyone else could hear it.

The room's smells were not as strong as he remembered, or maybe he was just used to it. He wondered for a moment if the room was actually only for him, as Hojo complained about the expense of the room. He doubted his claims, as it did not make sense that it was not used for the other SOLDIER physicals. It still had a heavy antiseptic smell that made him almost instantly lose his appetite with heavy traces of mako. That part of the smell had not lessoned in the least.

He allowed the near-sensory deprivation to lull him into a soothing and slow thought process.

~that was excluding the redheads~

It helped that Hojo had already given him an injection of drugs that were supposed to quiet him and it seemed to be working well enough.

He wished he would have been able to sleep without thinking of any of the redheads that were haunting his waking and sleeping thoughts. They were still on his mind and he wished Hojo had given him something to knock him out.

For once he didn't care that he was in the labs. He didn't care that Hojo was most likely videotaping everything right now. He knew that most of his childhood was recorded and only had the urge to look at it once.

After seeing a video of himself being tutored he had no desire to see the rest of his childhood.

~it was boring and seemed of no interest. No wonder I don't remember it~

"How is the first dose affecting you?"

That voice. He hated that voice more than any other in the world. He opened his eyes to see the slightly hunched figure of Hojo now standing by the tray. He never changed. He always wore that white lab coat over his wrinkly grey or black suit. His glasses were always sliding down his nose and in need of being pushed up; and his black, shiny hair was always pulled back in a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck.

"Okay," he slurred.

"Are you going to tell me why you are distressed enough to call me?" Hojo asked as he rearranged the syringes on the table.

The question caused him to frown. He just wanted to forget and Hojo wanted him to remember. He turned his head away.

Hojo hummed. "In any event, you are showing signs of fatigue and that is no way for an elite SOLDIER such as yourself to become."

~at least he didn't call me his subject again~

He didn't want to think about his lost friends …

~and lovers~

… again. "I just need something to help me sleep. If I need psychoanalysis I will call Dr. Arolin," Sephiroth said sternly.

Hojo laughed and Sephiroth sneered at the sound. It was his most hated sound in the world. "As you wish."

He watched as Hojo walked over with another needle and started to prep the sight on his arm for where he was going to give him another injection.

"This will ensure that you sleep."

"That is all that I asked of you," Sephiroth mumbled as he felt the needle slide into his vein and was grateful to feel the effects of the injection almost immediately.

Sleep would help him clear his head so that he could deal with all the shit that was going on in his life, and maybe help to look at things with a new light instead of the dark that kept intruding.

There are still too many damn questions aren't there?

Rufus can really be a brat at times, eh? I love bratty Rufus. Actually, I love any type of Rufus, but that is besides the point.

*sigh* Unoriginal title and short chapter. We haven't heard from these warlords for a little while and then they turned all emo! I mean, Sephiroth turning to Hojo is a pretty big thing to do for some clinical comfort.

Well, at least Reno is happy… right?

Dr. Arolin is the doctor from Ziggy's story Malady, so she really belongs to her but I am borrowing her for this little part of the story.
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