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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
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Chapter 8
Normally, wheedling my way out of meetings, deadlines etc is one of my skills. Corretion - my hobbies. Rude and I make bets as to which meetings I'll be able to avoid. Heidigger's meetings are normally easy to miss - as chief over SOLIER and the Turks, if you told him you were busy with 'Turk business' he'd just come out with that godawful laugh and say 'Well make sure you give 'em a good kicking from me!'
Now getting out of a meeting with Rufus, the president's son...fuck, was that something else. So far I'd come up with two options:
1) Throw myself down the stairwell and end up in the medical bay for the rest of the day
2) Kill Rufus and have my own team hunt me down like a dog.
Nu-uh...not the best choice.
Of course, the third option was to go to meet Rufus, suck his dick like a bitch and come back in intense pain...and who knows what he had planned this time, now that he knew how far I was prepared to go? I sat at my desk smoking like a chimney and wishing, damn praying that something would happen and I wouldn't have to go up there. I stared down at the bastard report that had got me into this mess, knowing that even if I did finish it on time it wouldn't change a thing. I'd still end up crawling home long after hours and drinking myself into a stuper to numb the pain.
Eventually I figured I'd do the damn thing...even if just to keep me occupied and stop me smoking obsessively. It wasn't the fact that Rufus had done it that really freaked me, it was the fact that at the time, I remembered half enjoying what he did and...and...
And I was cut off mid swing by the light up phone next to me ringing. I picked up the reciever and shouted down the phone.
"What?"
Oh crap. Turned out to be Tseng on the other end, and he didn't sound impressed.
"Not disturbing you am I?" every syllable precise and harsh. He sounded majorly pissed at me. Yet his voice was again something calming to me. I dont know - he has this deep, purring Wutaian accent that drives me wild on normal days. Right now it was acting like a sedative. I couldn't help but sigh down the phone, probably loud enough for him to hear on the other end.
"Reno...?" Guess he did hear.
"Boss?"
"Meeting in my office. Now."
When he put the reciever down I nearly punched the air in joy. Ohhh yeah. I never thought I'd be so glad to be going to one of Tseng's meetings. But it could only mean one thing: Turk business, equals spying, assasination or some other crap, equals the fact that I might not be here at four.
I heard the heavy footfall of Rude as he walked by, and I opened my drawer, pulling out my electro-rod and a handful of materia I always kept on hand. My hands were shaking as I took them and dumped them in my pocket. My trusty ol' electro-rod I placed in the leather hoop on my belt. I checked my reflection in my mirror (yeah I do have a mirror in my office...I'm incredibly vain) and looked at the black bags under my eyes. My normally way sexy hair was in limp bangs across my face, and my goggles had just been dumped on my head stupidly. God, Rude was right - I did look like shit. But what the hell! Today was - to be fair - the biggest pile of crap already, so why not go the whole hog and go out looking like something found in Hojo's lab? I opened the door and headed to Tseng's office and stood outside. I could actually smell the coffee before I opened the door, it was that strong, and then I went in.
"Good morning Reno. You look in fine spirits today." Mocked Tseng, quirking an eyebrow at me as I threw myself into one of the leather chairs put there for me and Rude. Even in such a state though I couldn't help but let Tseng's expression get to me. Of all the things Tseng said or did, this expression was The One: the one that infallably managed to turn me into a puddle of affectionate, Reno-shaped goo. I found myself staring into his perfect dark face, my eyes glazed over a little as he stared back, that goddamn expression still on his face as he asked me what I was staring at. For the love of god, drop the eyebrow! Eventually he did, but I was still forced to inconspicuously cross my legs to hide anything happening below stairs.
"Well gods be praised, it's a fine day for humanity when Reno has nothing to say."
And that was Tseng's attempt at humour, I suppose, from the way he actually moved his mouth into what could've been a smile. I just sat there, legs crossed and a humourless look on my face. Thankfully Tseng just moved on. Heh...he must've been in a better mood than earlier or he'd've laid into me. Tseng loves to make me feel uncomfortable on the best of days. It's normally to shut me and my damn big mouth up, or to try to teach me to adhere to rules. Not that it works, but I suppose there was no need this morning: I was silent, serious and rule following, like a good little Shinra employee. Tseng must've thought it was his birthday when I walked in that door without any egocentric remarks.
"Well then, now that you're both here we can start. What exactly do you understand by the term 'coup d'etat'?"
Rude sitting in the other chair grunted and adjusted his shades.
"Somethin' to do with food?" Heh Rude...such a smart guy. Tseng stared expressionlessly at Rude as though he'd just done something incredibly disgusting, and then moved on quickly.
"The word around Shinra is that some small time crook on sector 6 is planning a coup d'etat over Shinra Inc. We know this because various high ranking members of SOLDIER have been approached and offered vast amounts of money in exchange for their support."
"So? Who gives a damn about some small time crooks? Nobody's gonna mess with Shin-" That was me, but I trailed off as Tseng leaned across the desk and placed a red stone delicately on the surface. Like a little kid I picked it up and rolled it around in my hand. Tseng looked down at me as though I was a 5 year old holding a priceless antique.
"Summon materia?" I said, and Tseng snatched the piece off me.
"Yes. Very rare summon materia. Very rare...expensive...summon materia." Gee, okay Tseng I get the idea. "And this piece, worth over four million Gil, was offered to one single commander in exchange for his support when the time came."
"This is a payoff? This guy must be loaded."
And then it struck me...it struck me just what Tseng said. "sector 6?" I stuttered, gripping the arms of the chair instinctively. There was only one son of a bitch in sector 6 who had that kind of money...
"Then that means..."
"That's right Reno." Tseng said, and he looked at me, knowing what was going through my mind. "Our little anarchist may very well be Don Corneo."
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