I'm just an ordinary guy. Anyone who saw me on the streets wouldn't look at
me twice. I'm just there, a part of the scenery, everyday at seven, half
running to catch the train. No matter how early I set off, I usually end up
running to avoid being late for work.
I live on a tight schedule. Up every morning at six, in the shower, clamber into my uniform, chug down some coffee, grab my briefcase and out the door at seven, in order to catch the 7:15 train to ShinRa HQ.
I hate my work. I always have, but it was the only way to make a living, no one else would take me on. Ever since my parents died.....
Although I work at ShinRa, I'm working undercover for AVALANCHE, a terrorist group against the ShinRa. I send them information via Cait Sith, so they know what the ShinRa are up to. They tried to destroy them a while back, but after a massive fight for the planet, ShinRa lost it's President, but Scarlet and Palmer took over. So, unfortunately, ShinRa still exists.
Enough on that. My workplace, it was a total surprise. You see, I've always been bullied in school, and now my work.
I've always been small and thin for my age, and it didn't help that I'm incredibly shy. The boys used to beat me up, and the girls........well they were the worst, they teased me. Made jokes, and stupid remarks. I hated them.
But, at ShinRa, it's worse. The taunts are more threatening, the beatings harder, and no possible way that I could give it up. But, there is, or rather was light in my life.
The Turks. For some reason, the tough talking Turks stuck up for me.
Reno, he's still around. We don't see each other much, but he's one of my closest friends. One of my only friends.
Rude, he was quiet, like me but yet no one dared touch him. Except for AVALANCHE. They killed him, to stop the rocket leaving Rocket Town. He was a good friend to have, although we were not that close.
Elena, a bright, easily excitable Turk. She always stuck up for me, severely arguing with those who didn't agree with her. But, she's really gone to pieces since.......since Tseng died. Which brings me to my most closest friend ever, Tseng.
He was so different from other people that I had met. He liked me, genuinely liked me. The other Turks, would tease me lightly about my appearance, but Tseng never did.
He was so good looking, we made an odd pair of friends. He was handsome, with amazing grey eyes and beautiful straight black hair......and I have plain blue eyes, and scruffy black hair.
He was tall and muscular, and I'm short and skinny. The differences were endless. Why he liked me I guess that I'll never know......
TWO YEARS AGO...............
The hysterical, drunken laughing reached Tseng's ears even from a good way down the hall. He sighed, and marched down the corridor to the men's cloakroom.
He banged open the door, and the noise died down instantly, several young men clutching bottles of beer. A group of them seemed to be gathered by the back wall. Tseng glared at them.
"Move"
Instantly, the men backed away, revealing a young man, beaten up and leaning against the wall, moaning. Tseng snapped.
"All of you, leave this room! Go back to your quarters, I will speak with you tomorrow!" he commanded. The man gave a series of obedient squeaks and ran out, leaving Tseng alone with the victim. He gave a comforting smile, and crouched down next to the terrified man.
"Are you ok?"
The man swallowed deeply, but just ended up shaking his head. Tseng sighed deeper, and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. We seem to of had a very immature group of new employees this year. So, what's your name?"
"Reeve, sir" he managed to choke out. Tseng extended his hand, and helped him up.
Nervously, Reeve brushed down his suit, breathing harshly.
Tseng grabbed his shoulders, and peered down into his dark blue eyes.
"Reeve? Are you ok?!" he repeated, feeling Reeve's rapid breathing echo through his tiny body. Reeve closed his eyes tight, shaking his head.
"Asthma attack....." he gasped, nearly in tears. Tseng glanced round the room.
"Don't you have an inhaler?" he began, before seeing the smashed remains of Reeve's inhaler on the floor, crudely stamped apart by some oafs foot.
"Oh no....." he muttered, feeling the anger boil up inside of him.
Reeve was nearly bent double, his face turning blue from the lack of air, tears running freely down his face. He looked up bleary eyed at Tseng, his only hope.
"Tseng......sir.......please help me" he pleaded. Tseng looked round wildly, looking for anything.
"C'mon, I'll get you to the Medic Wing. They have to have something there, Reeve"
The younger man nodded, and started walking to the door, slowly screwing his face up in pain with each step he took.
Tseng shook his head. He draped one of Reeve's arms around his shoulders, and wrapped one of his arms around his waist.
"Just lean on me. You won't make it if you don't"
Reeve could only nod weakly, looking up at his hero, his savoir.
I remember that day well. It was horrible, I really thought that I was going to die. Tseng saved me, protected me. And, if that wasn't enough, afterwards he visited me in the Hospital Wing, and he told me something, something that changed my life for ever....
Tseng looked sadly at the pale, pitiful figure that lay back in the bed. Reeve gave him a weak smile.
"Good......evening.....sir" he whispered weakly. Tseng gave him a smile.
"Good evening Reeve" he replied, "I spoke to President Shinra......and he agrees with me that you should be promoted"
Reeve sat up.
"Promoted!!?! But I......." Tseng held up a hand to stop him.
"Take it easy. You're mature beyond your years......and we need a technical expert. So. interested?"
Reeve nodded, wide eyed.
"Thank you sir" Tseng laughed, and patted Reeve's hand consolingly.
"Well, get better soon. I'll try come and see you again, ok?"
I live on a tight schedule. Up every morning at six, in the shower, clamber into my uniform, chug down some coffee, grab my briefcase and out the door at seven, in order to catch the 7:15 train to ShinRa HQ.
I hate my work. I always have, but it was the only way to make a living, no one else would take me on. Ever since my parents died.....
Although I work at ShinRa, I'm working undercover for AVALANCHE, a terrorist group against the ShinRa. I send them information via Cait Sith, so they know what the ShinRa are up to. They tried to destroy them a while back, but after a massive fight for the planet, ShinRa lost it's President, but Scarlet and Palmer took over. So, unfortunately, ShinRa still exists.
Enough on that. My workplace, it was a total surprise. You see, I've always been bullied in school, and now my work.
I've always been small and thin for my age, and it didn't help that I'm incredibly shy. The boys used to beat me up, and the girls........well they were the worst, they teased me. Made jokes, and stupid remarks. I hated them.
But, at ShinRa, it's worse. The taunts are more threatening, the beatings harder, and no possible way that I could give it up. But, there is, or rather was light in my life.
The Turks. For some reason, the tough talking Turks stuck up for me.
Reno, he's still around. We don't see each other much, but he's one of my closest friends. One of my only friends.
Rude, he was quiet, like me but yet no one dared touch him. Except for AVALANCHE. They killed him, to stop the rocket leaving Rocket Town. He was a good friend to have, although we were not that close.
Elena, a bright, easily excitable Turk. She always stuck up for me, severely arguing with those who didn't agree with her. But, she's really gone to pieces since.......since Tseng died. Which brings me to my most closest friend ever, Tseng.
He was so different from other people that I had met. He liked me, genuinely liked me. The other Turks, would tease me lightly about my appearance, but Tseng never did.
He was so good looking, we made an odd pair of friends. He was handsome, with amazing grey eyes and beautiful straight black hair......and I have plain blue eyes, and scruffy black hair.
He was tall and muscular, and I'm short and skinny. The differences were endless. Why he liked me I guess that I'll never know......
TWO YEARS AGO...............
The hysterical, drunken laughing reached Tseng's ears even from a good way down the hall. He sighed, and marched down the corridor to the men's cloakroom.
He banged open the door, and the noise died down instantly, several young men clutching bottles of beer. A group of them seemed to be gathered by the back wall. Tseng glared at them.
"Move"
Instantly, the men backed away, revealing a young man, beaten up and leaning against the wall, moaning. Tseng snapped.
"All of you, leave this room! Go back to your quarters, I will speak with you tomorrow!" he commanded. The man gave a series of obedient squeaks and ran out, leaving Tseng alone with the victim. He gave a comforting smile, and crouched down next to the terrified man.
"Are you ok?"
The man swallowed deeply, but just ended up shaking his head. Tseng sighed deeper, and placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. We seem to of had a very immature group of new employees this year. So, what's your name?"
"Reeve, sir" he managed to choke out. Tseng extended his hand, and helped him up.
Nervously, Reeve brushed down his suit, breathing harshly.
Tseng grabbed his shoulders, and peered down into his dark blue eyes.
"Reeve? Are you ok?!" he repeated, feeling Reeve's rapid breathing echo through his tiny body. Reeve closed his eyes tight, shaking his head.
"Asthma attack....." he gasped, nearly in tears. Tseng glanced round the room.
"Don't you have an inhaler?" he began, before seeing the smashed remains of Reeve's inhaler on the floor, crudely stamped apart by some oafs foot.
"Oh no....." he muttered, feeling the anger boil up inside of him.
Reeve was nearly bent double, his face turning blue from the lack of air, tears running freely down his face. He looked up bleary eyed at Tseng, his only hope.
"Tseng......sir.......please help me" he pleaded. Tseng looked round wildly, looking for anything.
"C'mon, I'll get you to the Medic Wing. They have to have something there, Reeve"
The younger man nodded, and started walking to the door, slowly screwing his face up in pain with each step he took.
Tseng shook his head. He draped one of Reeve's arms around his shoulders, and wrapped one of his arms around his waist.
"Just lean on me. You won't make it if you don't"
Reeve could only nod weakly, looking up at his hero, his savoir.
I remember that day well. It was horrible, I really thought that I was going to die. Tseng saved me, protected me. And, if that wasn't enough, afterwards he visited me in the Hospital Wing, and he told me something, something that changed my life for ever....
Tseng looked sadly at the pale, pitiful figure that lay back in the bed. Reeve gave him a weak smile.
"Good......evening.....sir" he whispered weakly. Tseng gave him a smile.
"Good evening Reeve" he replied, "I spoke to President Shinra......and he agrees with me that you should be promoted"
Reeve sat up.
"Promoted!!?! But I......." Tseng held up a hand to stop him.
"Take it easy. You're mature beyond your years......and we need a technical expert. So. interested?"
Reeve nodded, wide eyed.
"Thank you sir" Tseng laughed, and patted Reeve's hand consolingly.
"Well, get better soon. I'll try come and see you again, ok?"