Disclaimer/author's note
I mainly wrote this fanfiction, because I felt like writing something about Elena, so I chose the ever-so-used subject of her joining the Turks.. This story is kind of a mix.. It's not all about love, it's not deep and it has some funny parts (or at least I would hope so). I also wrote this for my Elena-shrine y-yes, sir.... I wanted to fill up the fanfiction-section. More chapters might be coming up. We shall see. The title comes from a Descendents-song, that doesn't really relate to the story, but the title fits.
Elena, the Turks, Shinra Inc. and the FFVII World is copyrighted to Square.
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Job interviews is what I hate mostly. They make me nervous and uncomfortable. It's really difficult doing your best at a job interview. Make yourself seem like a professional, who knows what to do and is confident. Confidence is the keyword. I just hope I don't blow this one up.
The woman tells me to enter the office. The leader's office. Maybe I'll call him boss someday. "Sir", I take the word and hear how it sounds. I must remember to call him "sir". If I don't, I'll blow it and I'll hate myself for blowing this opportunity up.
I walk into the room. It's going well so far. I feel allright, I look allright (I hope.. My hair, what if it's messy? Or worse, unclean? Shit!) and I'm ready. Come on, sir, whatever you got, I can handle it.
"You're a girl."
My jaw drops. I've sat down, crossed my legs, I was looking confident and sure of myself and he tells me I'm a girl?! I close my mouth and nod.
"Yes, sir. I am female."
"Your profile just says 'Lieutenant'. I assumed you were male. I should've known I guess, I've heard about your father and I knew he doesn't have any sons.", the man says calmly and starts to sort out his paper. He seems done with me, but he certainly is wrong to think that.
"My father was a leader of the Turks before the war, I know. However, I'm not just following his path. This is what I really want to do", I explain briefly.
"Elena.. Can I call you that?", he asks and looks tired. Is it me? Or has he just had a hard day at work?
"Certainly, sir" I reply and nod.
"Do not answer any questions I don't ask. Ever. EV-ER.", he looks angrily at me. Hoo-boy, I've upset the leader of the Turks with my 'pointless' talk. I thought you were supposed to talk about this stuff in job interviews.
"Sorry, sir", I say and look down in shame. I seriously feel stupid now. I should start being more submissive. Being a lieutenant in the army, I've gotten used to being the boss. This is just odd, why did I do this?
"So about your father. I know he was the leader of the Turks once. He had three daughters, wasn't it? Tell me more." he says and leans back on his chair, just staring at me with his dark eyes. Oh God, what will I tell him?
I avoid his stare, because I can see his waiting for my answer. He's good-looking alright. Not just his hair, eyes, body, but they way he appears. So serious and calm, he just stands out and in a very good way. Ahh.. He was awfully cute.But he's a Turk, I reminded myself. Turks are sneaky. Like dad used to tell us, the Turks aren't like SOLDIERs, their job is vague and dangerous, they're feared and hated, but in a weird way also respected. Dad said, that a Turk thinks for himself first, but does his job well. To be a Turk it doesn't just take strength. I remember all of dad's stories. I look at Tseng. Maybe he's trying to trick me. I need to be sneaky too. I need to be a killer, not a filler. I put on the face I consider as my mysterious face. It doesn't say anything. Unfortunatly sometimes my mouth says more than my face does. A lot more.
"What do you wish to know?" I say calmly. He looks suprised. Whoa, is it working?
"Tell me anything, really. Just ramble on." he says and looks casual. But I'm fast, Tseng of the Turks, faster than you'd think by looking at this blond mop of hair. I giggle inside, but look calm on the outside.
"But you don't really wish to hear about my father. You might consider me as just a girl who thinks she's going to get anywhere her father was before her decades ago. You know, just a silly young woman, not very clever or professional. Probably doesn't know how to fight either.", I say, laugh and shake my head. "That's not who I am, sir."
He looks rather pleased. I'm so proud of myself. I think I've got what it takes to be a Turk. I've got everything it takes, but I've always known it. I just hope he knows it aswell. He's so cute, I want to die. It's not very professional of me, falling for my possible boss. I bite my lip and stay cool. It's very important that I don't blow this. For the sake of everything.
"Yes, I'm sure you're not like that at all, Elena. You're sneaky and sure of yourself. Tell me, how many men did you sleep with to get to the point where you're at?" he asks and I want to go insane and scream at him. How does he dare to ask me that? I've got morals, dammit. I've got more morals than any other bitch that works for Shinra. I don't do things they do in Honeybee Inn. Seriously, how does he dare. Sexual favors? Eurgh! I've never done anything like that to ascend in my career. I want to punch him.
And I do.
And so he lies there on his chair, knocked out by my small hand, my punch. Unconscious and motionless. Well, that certainly was smart, Elena, I tell myself. Why don't you go and kill the new president now while you're at it? You might aswell assasinate Palmer and Heidegger, now that you're on a roll. I tell the little sarcastic voice inside of my head to shut up and get Tseng conscious. I run quickly towards him and start to shake him.
"Sir, sir! Sir, please wake up, sir!! I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to.. Sir!!!" I talk to him and panic. What if someone comes in? I'll be arrested and taken to jail. He moves and mumbles something. Thank God! I didn't kill my possible boss! Go me!
"You knocked me out, for fuck's sake!" he yells and gets up. I quickly jump backwards, back behind his desk. Maybe it was too late to celebrate. I might be in for jail anyway, I mean, I did punch him.
"I'm sorry, sir, I just.. I-I punched you, because I was very.." I explain and gulp. "...Upset, because you said some things that offended me, sir and I expressed my anger through violence, which was very unconsiderate of me, I know..", I continue and look down. I can't face him anymore. He's.. laughing?
"Certainly, Elena.. Just come back tomorrow and we'll start over with a little less scheming and violence. I was trying to trick you, I have to admit. Glad you didn't fall for it.", he said and looked straight into my eyes. My knees went wobbly. My stomache flipped. I was falling for him, big time. Tseng and Elena... It sounded good. Or Elena and Tseng? He was so lovely and handsome. I sighed without noticing it myself.
"...Maybe you should go now. I won't hire anyone until I interview you again. Giving you another chance.", he said and smiled. I smiled back.
"Very well, thank you sir. Bye for now", I said and left the room. I handled it so well. Okay, so I didn't handle it that well, but it ended up good. He gave me a chance for another job interview and this time I won't do anything stupid. He said so himself. "Little less scheming and violence." He's so funny. And smart. I felt like skipping. Was it spring?
"..Watch where you're going.." a man mumbled at me, as I accidently ran into him. The man was familiar. He walked pass me, and strode down the corridor, to Tseng's office.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled after him, but he obviously didn't hear or care to hear me. Then I noticed his clothes and bald head. It was Rude of the Turks. A Turk! I felt so excited. I was becoming a Turk. I smiled at the receptionist, while leaving the headquarters. She looked at me like I was a lunatic, so I stopped smiling and tried to look cool. I was becoming a Turk. No biggies, it's not like that doesn't happen everyday... I laughed at the cool me and smiled at the drunk on the street. It was spring!