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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter 7
The next morning I was more than usually reluctant to get up. I had one mother of a hangover, and it was only after the 10th return of the alarm from snoozing that I decided I'd better actually get out of bed.
I took a look at myself in the bedroom mirror as I sat up, and saw my reflection staring back at me. I looked like shit ran over twice. My eyes were surrounded by big black rings, the colour was gone from me completely, so I looked like a ghost or something, and my actual eyes were squinty and pink because of the headache I had. Remind me never to drink again, or smoke for that matter - my lungs felt like I'd smoked the contents of an entire tobacco plantation.
I picked myself up from the bed, my muscles still in such goddamn pain it was unbelievable, and dumped on a clean suit. I couldn't find my gel so I figured I'd have to leave my hair as it was. I retied my ponytail, retrieved my goggles from the bathroom and walked straight out, stepping over the broken phone as I headed out the door. I normally grab something to eat in the morning too, but I wasn't hungry. I'd left the car at Shinra Tower yesterday so I had to catch the subway to work. I hate the subway on normal days, so I hated it a hell of a lot more this morning: as well as having a hangover that could've downed a goddamn elephant, the other riders kept their distance and kept glancing up at me nervously, intimidated by the dark blue suit of the Turks. Double plus the motion of the train made me wanna hurl.
I turned up at Shinra HQ precisely 1 hour 32 minutes late. How do I know this? Because Tseng told me, that's why, when he came out to 'greet' me just as I was clocking in.
"1 hour, 32 minutes late, Reno," Tseng's voice came from behind, in a tone of icy amusement as I went to punch in my card, "I'm glad to see you're keen as ever to get to work."
"Oh yeah, keen to please, that's me." I muttered under my breath, but loud enough for Tseng to hear. He just stood there and watched me as I punched in my card and set it back on the wall. Tseng brushed the arm of his suit smoothly.
"Rufus-"
"What?" I froze at the sound of that name, and I felt like I needed a pair of jump leads to kick start my heart. Up until right now I'd been trying damn hard to forget that name, and now Tseng had gone and brought that plan crashing down around my head. Great, thank you Tseng, for nearly giving me a heart attack...
"Rufus rang my office this morning, and told me you still haven't handed in your report." Disappointment in his voice, and that godawful stare that usually turned me into an apologising, mumbling heap of jelly. But right now, I felt too jelly-like already for it to have much of an effect on me. I just blinked and looked at him. God, how I wished I could just blurt out what had happened, and collapse into his arms! But I knew that was never going to happen. This is Midgar: a city obsessed with cold business and heirachy. I doubt wether Tseng would appreciate a subordinate asshole like me clinging to that pristene suit of his for comfort.
"I didn't have time to finish it. " I eventually came out with, though from the way Tseng's eyes narrowed, he must have known there was more to it than that. Damn Tseng and his perceptiveness! It felt like he could just look at me and know exactly what I was thinking, and considering most of the time my mind was filled with lustful thoughts about the guy, thinking of him reading my mind was never a comfortable thought. Tseng 'hm'ed at me, then placed his hands one on top of the other across his stomach in that trademark Tseng pose. The one that usually drove me wild...but not today.
"Well you will have it finished by four o'clock today. Rufus wants that report, personally delivered by you and he's damn well going to get it...isn't he?"
Now that was Tseng's 'pissed off' tone of voice, and the look he gave me was enough to make me gulp audibly. My hangover was still there, Tseng was in a bad mood, and Rufus wanted my report delivered personally. Shit, hadn't Rufus done enough? I knew exacly what the hell he wanted it delivered personally for: he was planning on doing it again. I glared back at Tseng for the first time ever and sighed annoyedly. I know none of this was really his fault, but what else could I goddamn do?
"Sure boss." I said coldly, and turned away towards my office. "Well then I'll just go and do it now, then."
"Reno...you're going to do some paperwork?" Suspicion. I carried on walking.
"No, I'm going to knit a fucking jumper." I said sarcasticly, or as sarcasticly as I could manage in my state, and then slammed my office door behind me. I leaned back against it for a second, a hand across my eyes. Rufus...wanted me to go back. Up until yesterday, the only contact I'd had with him was in the all-staff meetings, staring at me, Tseng and Rude as though we were vermin at some high-society fucking restaurant. And now...what? He wanted to see me? He wanted to fuck me senseless again, and what choice did I have but to say yes? Shit. He could send me back to the slums in a second. Bastard. That's the only word I had for him. Cruel, psychotic vindictive goddamn bastard! This was such a screwed up situation...but I knew that even this was better than the slums.
I took out a cigarette from the pack and lit up, hoping some nicotine would give me some kind of strength to get me through the next five minutes. I sat down at my overly messy desk and stared at my half empty coffee mug with the words 'world's greatest lover' written on the side. A joke present from Rude. I figured I'd need some damn coffee to help me through the day so I picked it up and tiredly made my way to the coffee machine parked conveniently at the end of the corridoor. Pure genius putting it there, I can tell you: right outside Tseng's office. That man drank more coffee in one day than I'd drank in my entire life. Whenever you went into Tseng's office, the first thing that hit you was the smell of fresh coffee. There was so much in the air, I swear just breathing it in could send you into a caffeine-induced trance for the day. I looked nervously at the door to Tseng's office, not really wanting to be cornered into being repremanded again. Hell, if I could just make it through this day...
Holy fuck, Rude! He stepped out in front of me, looming over me like some bald silent ogre. I looked up at him and nodded in a half-assed sort of way.
"Rude."
"Heh... Tseng said you'd finally come in."
"And so I have... now get the hell outta my way so I can get some goddamn coffee."
'Not A Good Day' was tattooed all over my face. Normally that's a good enough reason for people to steer clear of me: who wants to mess with a pissed Turk? But Rude was the exception: he could handle my short fuse, and despite sometimes being dumb as a post, he knew me well enough to see that this was more than just a hangover and 'bad day blues'. All the more reason for me to avoid him then. He had this infallable way of getting me to admit stuff and I didn't want him to get this little gem of information outta me. I put my head down and walked past him to get to the machine.
I heard the footsteps behind me as he followed me down, and as much as I wanted to turn and tell him to go screw, I knew he wouldn't take a hint. I sighed and slipped my mug under the coffee machine button, waiting for the crap Shinra passed off as espresso to dribble from the pipe. I flexed my fingers agitatedly, knwing Rude was standing right behind me. What the fuck was up with him? Okay, so he knew there was something wrong, but did he really have to follow me around like a goddamn shadow?
"You want somethin', Rude?" I snapped. God, but was my temper on a high this morning. Rude just looked down at me blankly, as if I hadn't said a damn thing. Then he leaned over my shoulder to look at my face, and when he stood back he came out with something that really made my day. Really.
"...you look like shit."
Resist...the urge...to kill. I blinked tiredly. Every muscle in my body felt like it was weighed down with 100 ton weights, I had a hangover that felt like my brain had been run over several times and then slapped back into my head, and I had huge knots in my stomach muscles from anxiety...well yeah, of course I looked like shit...feeling like it too, but that really was the last thing I'd wanted to hear. My ego was my last line of defence when it came to trouble of any kind, and Rude had just done a good job of denting it pretty badly. The he asked the question I'd hoped he wouldn't.
"So you gonna tell me what happened to you last night?"
Silence.
I decided to look like I was busy, staring at the coffee cup hard like I was doing something important.
"Oh, so something did happen last night then, huh?"
What the hell? Why couldn't I have landed a job where everybody around me kept to their own goddamn business? I looked up at him coldly. Tseng has this look, this look he uses when he wants us to leave him alone. It is the singular most cold, daunting thing I have ever seen and it works...hell does it work! Me and Rude evacuate the area quicker than a pair of frightened chocobos. This was the look I was really straining to do at Rude, but from the snigger I got back, I sorta guessed my attempt wasn't working.
"What the hell's so funny?" I snarled.
"You Reno. Man, you look like fuck and you're acting like a 5 year old. Just quit the crap and tell me what the hell this is all about."
Oh man, here it comes: this is the part where Rude acts like a woman and wheedles the desired information from me bit by bit. He can do that, you know? But I guess wheedling information from people is part of our job, so he's good at it. I stared at him blankly for a second. No...I wasn't about to give him the chance to do that. As heavily as I was guarding the secret of what happened last night, I knew he would get it out of me somehow.
"Fuck you." I said and hurried back down the corridoor, leaving my coffee still under the machine. To hell with the coffee...I just needed water and some sleep. It was then that I saw him.
Rufus Shinra, striding along the corridoor masterfully, that long white suit fanning out behind him like a cape. I gulped silently as I saw those familiar psychopathic blue eyes rest on me for a fraction of a second. I willed my legs to move but they froze when Rufus had come into view, leaving me stuck in mid stride as he came nearer. His face was completely blank and cruel, like an undertaker. I remembered the fact that not 18 hours ago, he'd been leaning over my shoulder, his breath beating on the back of my ear... I shuddered. Fuck it! My legs would not move! Yet again, my body was betraying me. Yesterday it had been my over active sex drive, and today it was my legs. I was rooted to the spot as Rufus went to sweep straight past me. Then he suddenly stopped and glared.
"Materia report." He said quicly, as though I was just another slacking employee. I stuttered like a school kid, looking into the distance so I wouldn't have to see those damn awful blue eyes.
"uuuuh...yeah I know." I said, head up, eyes straight ahead. I remembered he liked it when I was being subserviant, and I had no intention of giving him anything more than I had to. Damn, but I never knew how hard it could be to control my own body. I was physically having to hold myself in this position so I wouldn't look down.
'You little bitch, Reno.' I thought to myself. 'You;re a goddamn Turk, not a Honeybee whore. Start acting like one!'
"I'll get it to you as soon as I can."
Rufus' eyes narrowed cruelly. Did he even remember what had happened? For one brief blissful moment, I was willing to believe that it had all been my sick imagination fucking me over...that was until I remembered the pain in my ass. Nope, definitely not my imagination.
"Four o'clock." Rufus said, the intonation of his voice hinting that if I still wanted my job I'd better damn well comply. I nodded and he walked past, brushing his hand over mine as he swept away. Maybe it had just been accidental, but I couldn't help thinking maybe not. I waited til his footsteps passed out of my range before I dared to breath again.
"You lucky bastard."
Huh? Oh...apparently Rude hadn't taken my advice to go screw, and he'd heard and seen as Rufus talked to me. I had a mind to tell him to go take a long walk off the end of the plate, but... what exactly was that last comment again? What exactly did he ean by lucky? He...oh shit, he didn't know did he? If only, just for one minute, he'd take those damn sunglasses off I might be able to read his thoughts. I looked up at him again and realised I was just being paranoid. Nah...this was Rude. Rude was a decent guy, aside from the fact he was a hired hitman. He wasn't the kind of guy to play around with words. He'd just have said: 'You fucked Rufus last night' and left it at that. 6 syllables - short, precise, and to the point..
"Lucky?"
"You know my report was 5 minutes late, and he threatened to send me back to the slums."
"He did?" Heart. Frozen. need I say more?
"Yeah. I told him fine, and to do it then. He said I was impertonent and docked my fucking wages for a weak, the bastard."
And this is the point where, had I actually eaten anything this morning, it would now be splattered across Rude's suit. Docked his pay? Is that all? Then the word that ad escaped me yesterday came into my head. I walked wordlessly away from Rude and went back to the privacy of my office.
Sadist.
Rufus Shinra: sadist.
That's why he'd picked me and not Rude to fuck senseless. I'd begged, Rude hadn't. That's why it had hurt so goddamn much - he'd wanted it to be. My whimpering, my begging had turned him on. And at 4 o'clock this afternoon... he'd probably try to do it again.
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