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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?	By : MackyoStar Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Final Fantasy VII © SquareEnix.

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**Disclaimer: I make no financial gain from this story. Final Fantasy VII © SquareEnix**
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Ever get the feeling you’re being watched?
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Oh look, there he is, staring again. Does that man ever blink? And why must he continuously fixate his icy glare upon me. What have I done to irritate him so much? Well, he’s starting to irritate me now. I’m growing increasingly tired of this. Every day it’s the same; that emotionless face, those vacant eyes... eyes I can’t comprehend. Is there hatred in those eyes or is he merely taunting me- trying to psych me out. Waiting for me to mess up, eh, Tseng? Well, I’ve got news for you, prick. That is not going to happen. I’m more than capable of picking up from where my father left off. I can run this company just as efficiently as that old, bloated bastard could. This is my company now, not his. He’s dead, along with any chance of this company falling to its knees, and you, Tseng- you work for me. You’d best remember that if you still wish to keep your job in the future.

Ugh, this is becoming tiresome now. Do I have something on my face, is that it? For the past thirty minutes your eyes haven’t strayed from my direction. I know you’re staring at me; all that’s behind is a blank wall with the Shin-Ra emblem displayed on it. Surely that can’t be what’s caught your attention? Those logos are everywhere, so pick another one to stare at! Every time I move, you’re there, watching me… scowling, making me feel so goddamn uncomfortable. But do you look away? No, only then when I made direct eye contact with you. Yes, keep those eyes down on the table where they belong.

God, I hate these board meetings. Stuck in a room with people I can’t stand. These increasing attacks against my company are getting out of hand. Why can’t we just catch these rebellious fuckers? I wonder if my father had to endure such stress, this constant flow of mistakes. When I was vice president, we didn’t have these incidents. The problem was solved instantly by a click of my father’s fingers, and the vermin infestation was disposed of. Now, my fingers are raw from constant clicking and the vermin are still here, continuing to multiply and spread disease. Why can’t these idiots open their eyes? The pitiful people of this city, they’d be nothing… nothing without me and my company.

I just can’t concentrate today. Nothing is sinking in. Is it just me, or is anyone actually paying attention in this meeting? I see Scarlet isn’t – brush in hand, lazily admiring her polished fingernails, not listening to a single word that’s being said. Then again, that blonde bint’s always been lazy. What does she actually do again? Does anyone actually see her contributing to the development of any weapons? And Heidegger, the only time I ever see him doing anything is when he’s inserting gil into the vending machine. He’s so repulsive, the sweat collecting on that man’s brow is puke inducing. Reeve, well he’s not so bad, I suppose. I haven’t really got anything negative to say about him. He does his job and he does it efficiently. Well, he’s yet to screw up, but there’s time for that yet. A few new faces, I don’t know of him, or her, and I’ve never seen that man before. I’ll have to make a point of finding out why I employ these slackers, and what the hell I pay them for. And then there’s… there’s Tseng, who’s staring at me again!

“WHAT?!”

Funny, the whole room’s gone silent. Did I just say that out loud? Oh, fucking rapture; now everyone’s staring.

“Mr. President.” Reeve coughed, clearing his throat as he spoke. “Is everything alright?”

“…Fine.” I growled through gritted teeth. “Just brilliant, so brilliant in fact, that I’m leaving you to it.” I rose from my seat, feeling my cheeks flush under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room. Well, I hope you’re happy, Tseng. You’ve got another reason to stare at me now. Find it amusing, do you? Well, not for long. The next chance I get, I’m demoting you and putting someone goddamn decent in charge of my Turks. Hear that, my Turks!

“Mr. President. What about the figures?” Reeve questioned, trying again to engage my interest as he gestured towards the table’s central projection.

“WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR? AREN’T YOU CAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING FOR YOURSELVES? USE YOUR DAMN INITIATIVE!”

Ok, if they weren’t staring before, I’ve definitely got their attention now. I didn’t intend to raise my voice quite so high and bark at Reeve. From what I can tell, he’s the only one actually doing any work around here. It’s all Tseng’s fault. He’s got me so worked up. I can’t even stand to sit through this ridiculous meeting any longer. I could just take my stress out right now and break something… anything. Tseng’s nose is looks rather appealing. Not nice is it, being glared at. That’s right, get those eyes back down.

“Mr. President?”

“WHAT?!” I yelled, practically foaming at the mouth, causing Reeve to instinctively flinch in the process. “I can’t focus. It’s far too hot in here, the content repetitive – We’re not actually getting anywhere, so I’m leaving. Stay; discuss the figures, everything else. I’m sure you can continue things without me. And if you can’t possibly talk amongst yourselves, we’ll just re-schedule and go through this same monotonous spiel tomorrow.”

“But, President Shinra, we’re nearly finished here. I assure you that the meeting won’t last for much longer. Your input to the situation would be greatly appreciated.”

Totally ignoring Reeves request to continue, I angrily kicked my chair under the table, delivering Tseng one final angry glare through narrowed eyes as I made my way to the door.

Yeah, now who’s feeling uncomfortable?

****

Again, I’m walking down the corridor with Scarlet clinging to my arm, whining annoyingly down my ear about how low her department’s budget is. Every day is the same, whine after whine. I’m surprised anything gets done around here, and I can’t stand this constant noise she’s making for much longer. I have a heavy ring-binder tucked under my arm; I can always resort to shoving it in her mouth if she doesn’t shut the hell up soon. Then we pass Tseng, and low and behold, his eyes, they’re staring; following me straight up the corridor- judging, belittling me. I’ve chosen to start ignoring this as best I can. He is not going to intimidate me.

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Here we are, sat in the boardroom again… Ugh. I wish time would somehow fly and take me the hell with it, the hell away from these constant blunders. And I can’t help my eyes from wandering involuntarily again. They often do this when I’m annoyed and can’t concentrate, selectively listening, filtering out the nonsense. My sights finally settle on Tseng. He thinks he’s so perfect, sat there so smug with his immaculate appearance, impeccably clean suit, well-kept hair… not a single strand out of place. He’s sickening. He’s no better than anyone else. He just likes to think he is. And what is with that annoying smudge on his forehead? Does that even have a purpose? Ok, so I’m picking up on insignificant things to fuel my increasing dislike for the man. I can’t help it. He infuriates me. Why does he continue to make my life hell? Sure, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to. Those evil eyes do all that for him. It’s driving me insane. I can’t go anywhere. I can’t do anything without having him surveying every single movement I make.

“As you can see, Mr. President, I’m pleased to say that things are back to optimum efficiency once again, after that little… hiccup we experienced with the reactor. And that now we have moved on to-” Reeve paused, distancing his hand from the screen. “Err, Mr. President? …President Rufus?”

“Huh- what?” I quickly sat up straight in my seat, startled back to alertness. Was I slouching?

“The progress report, sir” Reeve smiled, trying his hardest to keep a straight face.

“Yes, leave it on my desk; I’ll sort it out tomorrow.” I lazily added, dismissing Reeve off with a flick of my hand.

“No, sir, I was bringing you up to speed on the progress of… No, it’s fine, never mind.”

“Never mind what?” I prompted, suddenly aware that I should have been listening.

“It’s really not that important, sir. We could, however, go over the latest shipment of protective armour and resources we wish to issue the Turks with.”

“Why was I not informed of this earlier? I requested no new shipments of anything.”

“But they’re all here…they’ve already been delivered. Sir, you agreed for the invoices to be dealt with last week.”

I did? When did I do that? I don’t remember agreeing on anything.

“Oh, those invoices? Ah yes, I remember.” I started rubbing at the back of my neck awkwardly, because I didn’t have the slightest idea of what he was rambling on about. “Yes, yes fine… all fine” God, does he ever shut up?

“And I believe Tseng has information which we may find beneficial about the current terrorist situation we seem to be facing at the moment.”

Oh, so he does speak, does he? That makes a change. Resting my elbow on the table, I placed my chin in my hand and waited for boredom to continue.

“Well, I haven’t heard back from either Rude or Reno on the matter so far, and Elena is still interviewing civilians, so I haven’t anything new to bring to the board.”

You got that spot on, Tseng. ‘Bored’ is what we all are, out of our fucking skulls. Is that it? Is that all you have to say? Can’t anyone in this company do anything right? I’m losing money here, and my reputation is on the line. And why, Tseng, have you decided that my face is so completely hideous and misshapen that you feel the need to stare at it every five minutes?

“Well, I believe that’s everything covered, unless you would like to add something Mr. President?” Reeve commented with a smile at me, but I was too busy being glared at to notice at the time.

“Mr. President?”

“Are we finished yet? Can we wrap this up? I have things to do.” I rubbed at my forehead, paying close attention to the throbbing vein that had just erupted over my temple. I have such a headache. It doesn’t help when the person responsible for it is sat right next to you, glaring. Is he even aware that he’s doing it?

I finally rose to my feet and stormed out of the board room, heading straight to my office and away from prying eyes. I can’t wait for this day to end.

***

Standing inside the elevator, I punched the keypad aggressively, letting out a long sigh whilst closing my eyes. I leaned back against cold metallic walls, relishing the seclusion. At last, I have silent bliss. Then my eyelids instinctive opened to the sound of…footsteps? Oh great, I going to have to share this space with someone else now. First thing tomorrow, I’m declaring this my own personal elevator. Everyone else will just have to use the stairs. I shut my eyes again, folding my arms, trying to ignore the sound of the doors sliding open, and to the feeling of a presence within. I don’t care who it is, as long as they don’t try and talk to me. I’ve heard enough rambling in the board meeting and I don’t wish to be subjected to anymore.

I felt the elevator floor vibrate a little under my feet as the occupant stepped beside me. Out of curiosity, I allowed one eye to drift open, to see just whom I was sharing the confines with. Oh, please, don’t let it be… Crap! Why him? Anyone but him! I’d even prefer Heidegger over him. At least then all I’d have to worry about was the lift bucking, or the cord snapping or silent suffocation as his massive bulk engulfed me as he exhaled. But no, it had to be Tseng. What is he doing here? The Turks reside downstairs. Why is he haunting me? What right does he have to get into THIS elevator? If it wasn’t enough for him to glare at me over the table at the meeting, he has to continue it here as well.

I turned my head to the side to avert his gaze, but I could still feel his narrowed eyes upon me. Should I confront him? Ask him what he hopes to achieve by constantly making me feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable in my own goddamn building.

I couldn’t stand this anymore, so I turn to him, my mouth wide open, tongue ready to lash out a long list of interrogation. Then he met my sight and arched a single eyebrow. What? Does he just expect me to stand here, and allow him to intimidate me? And why the HELL are my cheeks burning?

I gritted my teeth and turn to stare at the adjacent wall. Bastard, I had a load of stuff I wanted to lay on him. A load of questions I needed goddamn answers to. And all he did was stare and made me forget every single fucking one!

Looking down at the floor as not to catch his gaze again, I noticed that he was carrying a folder in his arms. Then, out of nowhere, he hands it to me.

“What’s this?” I questioned, unconsciously accepting the file.

“This is the aerial photography you requested, sir. I’m delivering the photos to you as you ordered.”

“I didn’t request any photographs.” What was he talking about?

“The ones you wanted to use in the current Midgar creature control, the ones you personally asked me to collect for you.”

I did? He’s joking, right? I think I’d remember if I ‘personally requested’ something. The only thing I request right now is that he STOP STARING AT ME LIKE I’M SOME SORT OF SIDE SHOW FREAK!

“Oh, thank you, Tseng.” GOD, WHY CAN’T I JUST SAY WHAT A COMPLETE ASS HOLE YOU ARE? I’M SURE I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THIS COMPLEX THAT THINKS IT!!

And with a slight smirk, he’s gone. Right out the elevator doors, without even a vocal response. I really can’t work this man out. What does he want from me? Ok, so my ways, my rules might be different to my father’s. But if he’s got a problem with the way I run things, well…that’s just tough, because I change for no one.

This behaviour, Tseng- this behaviour has got to stop!
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