Ah, more stories. Enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.
ONWARD!
Rain pounded the inky black windows, creating a gentle murmuring patter throughout the room. Rufus Shinra sat at the window, curled on the velvet covered bench, glaring out into the evening. His eyes fell on a moving shadow on the front drive of the estate and kept his eyes on it until the front door was opened, throwing a golden glow over a pale face. The figure disappeared into the front doors and Rufus closed his eyes. It wouldn't be long now.
Several minutes passed in silence before the doors to Rufus' chambers opened and a damp man with long hair and wearing a dark suit stepped in. Before the Turk could speak the young man turned and glared coldly.
"You're late," Rufus accused sharply. The tall Turk had an exotic face, probably from Wuitai, but it didn't show any emotion.
"I had a job to finish," Tseng replied. His voice was not as foreign as his face, but accents could be trained away with time. Occasionally there was a hint of difference in his words though. A slight accent.
"Who did father have you kill this time?" the boy snarled. The Turk's face remained expressionless.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss my duties," was his response. Rufus' eyes narrowed as he hugged his knees to his chest on the window bench.
"Was it a defenseless woman again? Did father have you kill another mother like he did mine?" he hissed venomously. Tseng blinked slowly.
"No reports have been made of your mother's disappearance, fatal or otherwise," he said. TI was like listening to someone read from note cards. Rehearsed. Fake.
"Right…" Rufus mumbled, turning back towards the window. "No reports." Tseng walked forward, hoping his movement would shatter the tense silence that hung between himself and the boy.
"I'm to escort you to bed sir," the Turk said. Rufus jerked his head around to glare coldly.
"I don't want to," he snarled. Tseng's face kept its calm indifference.
"I was told you would say that," he said. Rufus looked back to the Turk and found him very close by. "If I have to carry you, I will."
"You will not touch me!" the young blonde snapped in a rather offended tone. Tseng ignored him and reached forward. Rufus lashed out, his hand slapping across the other's face. The Turk stood a moment, completely still, a bit shocked.
"I said 'don't touch me!'" Rufus snarled. Tseng blinked and took a deep breath before his hand struck the side of the boy's face.
Rufus gave a start more of surprise than pain as a hand went to his cheek. Tseng was glaring down at him, dark eyes boring into icy blue ones.
"Grow up," he growled. "My duty is to take care of your well-being and that is rather difficult when you fight me every step of the way!"
The two remained as they were, one towering above the other and both silent. Finally Rufus slid off the window seat and began across the room as if nothing had happened. Tseng waited a moment before following.
Perhaps he could be this brat's bodyguard.
~FIN~