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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter 9
"I'm gonna throw up."
"Don't be so soft."
Wow...can't beat Tseng's sympathy, but then it was better than that stare he'd been giving me all morning, like he knew something was wrong but couldn't work out what. There was no way I'd ever tell him or Rude about the shit running through my head, but it had been daunting to see Tseng's eyes trying to search me, as though if he stared at me long enough, the answer would just somehow jump out at him. Still, Rufus and last night was the least of my worries right now, because despite years of trying to avoid the place, I was back in sector 6.
Wall market - the place I'd fucking avoided like the plague and now here I was slap bang in the goddamn middle of it, gripping nervously to the upholstry of Tseng's car as we drove on through. That wasn't the only problem I had either: the smell of electricity, oil and sewage that the slums gave off was aggrivating my already painful hangover pretty fucking badly and I really REALLY needed to hurl. Eventually I put my head out of the window and threw up, the contents of my stomach leaving a nice streak down the side of Tseng's expensive car.
"And you'll be paying for the cleaning of this car from your wages." He said calmly once I'd finished. I moaned and put my head between my legs, curling up into the foetus position in the passenger seat as what was left of my brain felt like it was collaping in on itself. Rude just laughed - the bastard.
"Jesus Reno, how much did you drink last night?"
"Fuck you." I grunted, not bothering to move my head. Looking back, I was beginning to realise that drinking myself into a stuper hadn't been one of my best ideas... in fact it had been a fucking stupid idea, and the way Tseng was swinging round the corners of Wall Market, if I were paranoid I'd say he was doing it on purpose.
The crappest day of my life. That's what I was thinking right then. How can so much shit happen to the same guy on the same day? I eventually forced myself to look out the window at the streets passing by. I recognised these streets and it made me sick to my guts to think I was back here again. I moaned again only to be slapped round the head by Rude who was in the back.
"Ow, what the hell was that for?"
"Just shut it Reno, you're gettin' on my nerves."
Oh...well excuse me Mr. perfect-ass Rude for having the worst day of my life. I resisted the urge to stick my electro rod in his groin...mostly because that would require moving, and my brain really didn't want me to move right now.
Tseng sighed as we pulled up in an alleyway near to Don Corneo's mansion, then he leaned back and handed Rude a gun - my goddamn gun, to be exact.
"Rude, go check the place out. Let's see if the good Don's home before we pay him a visit."
"Why you givin' Rude my Lola?" I loved that gun, nearly as much as I loved my electro rod, and it was mentally scarring to think of Rude's grubby hands all over her. Yes it's sad to give my gun a name, but hey what can I say? I'm a sad guy.
"Don't worry Reno, I'll treat her right." Rude grinned and stroked the barrel of it as he got out of the car.
"Bastard." I hissed, and then went into a sulk as me and Tseng were left in the car together. I looked up at him with a hurt expression. "Why did you give Rude my Lola?" I moaned at him, and the eyebrow shot up into 'that' look. He didn't approve of me doing stupid things like naming my equipment, in Tseng's book it was 'unprofessional' I guess. In my book, I still think he needs to have a little fun with this job. It can't be good for the guy to always seem so calm and business-like. I'm surprised he hasn't got grey hair from all the stress he puts himself under. Right now he was staring at me with that expression on his face. My god! Even with a hangover and the worst goddamn mood of my life, I still couldn't help but let that vision come back: a vision that he'd lean over and pull me into a deep kiss while I let my hands touch his skin, his hair in a frenzy. Letting his rippling muscles twitch under my fingers as he ripped open my shirt and started kissing my chest and lower...
I felt incredibly awkward suddenly, as I returned to reality and realised he was still staring at me. Fuck, had he noticed something in the way I moved or my eyes? If not then why the hell was he staring so hard? Eventually he sighed and looked back at the dashboard, leaning back and looking unbelievably at home in the black leather interior, like he was out of a commercial or something: the perfect car for the perfect body.
"...boss?"
Woah! Why was my mouth even open right now? Why in god's name was I speaking? Fucking hell Reno, shut that big mouth of yours before you say something stupid! Tseng just looked at me, those goddamn gorgeous Wutaian eyes boring into me.
"Reno?"
"Tseng...I -"
Then I threw up all over his expensive car. Fuck.
Tseng sighed beside me and I watched him pull something from his immaculately clean dashboard drawer. He dangled it in front of me as I watched.
"Pain killers." He said and dropped the packet into my lap. I looked up at him with a thankful smile.
"Gee, thanks Tseng."
Now...was it me, or did I see a smile start to creep across that emotionless face then? If it was a smile, then it disappeared just as quickly, replaced with that annoyingly blank business face he wore most of the time.
"Well I can't have one of my team half drunk out on a job. Oh... and that reminds me... Reno?"
"Yeah?" I said weakly.
"Your wages are docked 10 for rendering yourself unfit for work."
Right now I was too goddamn wasted to argue. Let him dock my wages. Did it look like I cared? Right now, all I was concerned with was getting these pain killers down my throat as quick as damn possible and shut myself up before I said something stupid.
There was another silence, so I stared out the window again and sighed anxiously. Of all the places in all of Midgar, I had to end up back here: right outside the fucking Don's mansion! Bad memories...too many bad memories about this place it was unbelievable. It felt like my past had come running and bitten me right in the ass, and to be blunt, my ass had had way too much attention these past 24 hours. Fuck it, I was starting to crack. I sighed again and pushed a hand through my hair as I closed my eyes. I felt Tseng's eyes on me again.
"Turks do not show their emotions Reno."
Heh...text book response. Not like I'd expected any different, but I'd hoped there would be a tiny drop of sympathy in what he said. Not a fucking hint of it, and this is from one of those few people who had any idea of what my past was like. Damn, how can someone so good looking be so cold? I just wish I could figure Tseng out sometimes, then at least I could label him as a bastard and get over it. But I couldn't, because when I opened my eyes, for a second I saw what looked like sympathy flash across his face, before it disappeared again behind that goddamn facade. I shrugged.
"Yeah well you know me: never been one to tow the line. I'm a goddamn rebel, me."
"And you really think that's a good thing?"
I looked up at the sudden change in tone. Tseng was sitting in the driver's seat, twisted round so that he was nearly facing me. If I'd had any brain but mine, I'd've answered that with some deep philisophical reasoning. Nah, fuck that shit. I just shrugged stupidly.
"Reno, if you learned to channel those emotions you would make a great Turk. If you stopped acting like a prick most of the time you could make something of yourself... who knows, when I'm dead you could end up with my job."
I managed to contain a snigger. End up with Tseng's job? Yeah like that would ever happen: early mornings, paperwork, training goddamn rookies...no thanks, I'd prefer to stay a bum; but that wasn't the thing that was on my mind right now. Tseng was looking at me in a way I'd never seen before. I don't think it could be called affection, it wasn't deep enough for that, but more like...distant like? Okay Reno you must be seeing things. Tseng was looking at me as if he actually liked me? Well..that was definitely a new one. To tell the truth it freaked me out a bit, but it also made me wonder why he was telling me this. Even as a pathetic little rookie, all I'd ever got from him was: 'Never show emotions they're a weakness. Keep in line asshole or I'll neuter you with a blunt spoon.'
...Okay, maybe he never actually said it in those words, but you got the impression that's what he meant. But this... fuck, this was something new and in the state I was in, my brain didn't quite know what to make of it. It could be an invitation? Then again, it might not be, and considering the lameass luck I'd had over the last day, I decided to play it safe and make a joke out of it.
"When you're dead? You plannin' on dying some time soon then, Tseng?"
Tseng just laughed quietly and turned to look out of the side window.
"Not if I can help it, but things happen."
Those words...that was the first time I'd ever thought about Tseng as anything other than indestructable, that was the first time I'd thought about him being dead. Yeah I know - you would've thought that being a Turk I'd think about death a lot, but you learn to block that shit out - along with your guilt. Right then I let it in for once and holy shit! I was fucking scared. The idea of Tseng being dead...frightened me shitless. That was the first time I realised how serious this thing I had for him could actually be. Til now I'd brushed it off as some pathetic crush, caused by the fact he was out of reach. But what if it was more than just me being led around by my testosterone? What if, despite this pompous, cold son of a bitch's hard exterior... holy crap, what if I was falling in love with Tseng?
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