Turk: Reactions

With five minutes to spare, Vincent Valentine stood in front of Tseng's desk at nearly eight in the morning. He wore the usual Turk garb with only a couple of minor changes. The first and most dramatic difference being the sleeves that were cut from elbow down on the side facing the body. This created a slight flare so that Vincent would be able to wear one of his weapons, the golden gauntlet, more comfortably. For symmetries sake, the other side had been cut in a similar matter, though on that arm he wore his black leather glove. The other difference was his headscarf. Instead of a red one it was blue to match his uniform.

"Very good, Mr. Valentine, you managed to make it here with time to spare. Job completed, well done."

"Thank you sir." Vincent smiled inwardly. Of course they would give hime a little test on the first day. Most likely only the first too. Sure felt like a test too. First, his alarm had failed to go off that morning due to its batteries being removed. Luckily for Vincent he was a light sleeper with an inner clock. In the middle of his shower the water cut off. He reached for his clothes to find them mysteriously missing. Wrapping the towel about his slim waist, he checked each of the showers and found them all to be lacking water. He then had to walk, dripping wet, scantly clad, and shampoo sticky haired, down three flights to the only shower that worked. It was in the ladies shower room. Worse, there were ladies taking showers and they actually seemed less embarrassed than him about having to bathe in the same room.

Showered, he walked back to his temporary quarters where his close had manifested themselves and dressed. His growling stomach led him to a nearby dinner. Only a few feet away from the door he crossed paths with Reno who gave him a very enthusiastic hug and then left. After standing in line for fifteen minutes Vincent reached into his pocket, his empty pocket. Leaving the dinner hungrier than when he went in, he didn't even bother looking for the annoying red head.

He stopped at the main receptionist in the ShinRa lobby to ask for help. The lady there just chewed her gum and absolutely refused to help him. He managed to corner a young Soldier though and actually convince, in his typical scary way, to give him the room number of Tseng's office. Number retrieved he then walked twenty-five flights of stairs. The elevator was apparently 'Out of Order' even though he though he saw someone get on.

After climbing all those stairs he found the correct door and knocked. When no answer came he broke into the office with his lock pick tools. On the floor where there should have been a desk was a note. It read that Tseng's office had been moved but neglected to say where it was moved. Slightly miffed, Vincent found another Soldier and convinced him to tell him where the office had been moved. It was another fifteen flights up. Climbing another fifteen flights, Vincent slowly made his way to the correct door and was pleased as punch when Tseng said "Enter."

Tseng pushed a place of doughnuts forward. "I understand that you missed your meal this morning. Please have one, I assure you they are not tainted."

That last sentence was not what kept him from accepting the doughnut he so desperately wanted to devour. It was the smell of poison that his enhanced nose could smell that did. "No thank you sir."

"Very good, I would have hated to bury you on your first day. Apparently someone actually thought they could get these to Mr. ShinRa." He shuffled some papers around on his desk. "After lunch, you can find me at my proper office. Here are your first orders." He handed Vincent a sealed envelope. "Welcome back."

Recognising the dismissal, Vincent bowed and left. Outside of Tseng's "office," Reno leaned casually on the wall.

"Hey partner."

"Reno."

The mischievous young man held up Vincent's wallet. Vincent snatched it back. Reno swung his arm around Vincent's shoulder. "Hey, lets go get something to eat, my treat." Vincent dounted very much that it was Reno's own gil and that later he would find that his wallet was empty, but he played along. "Yep, man, this is gonna be an interesting day." Vincent had to agree with that.

-VV-

Okay, so that is the first chapter of my newly inspired story. Please let me know what you think so far, thanks.