Gentlemen prefer Brunettes
The dark corridors of the Shinra Building echoed from the sound of his hurried footsteps. Moonlight seeped in through the glass panes that lined the hall, forecasting a shadow on the man gliding swiftly through them. He was on the verge of being late to a private conference with his father. He at last reached the cylindrical shaped elevator and pressed the small triangle that represented up. He entered quickly, almost running into the person who currently occupied it. He was a large muscular man with a classy suit and shades.
He must be one of his father's appointed Turks, he thought recognizing the suit.
He had heard of his father mention the Turks and their varied professions at the Dinner table, but he had never met one in person.
He stood apart from the Turk, keeping his gaze directed on the city outside of the thick glass of the elevator.
"Which floor, sir?" the Turk asked calmly.
"The 67th please." He said flatly.
What a strange man. He said stealing a glance at him. Who the hell wear sunglasses this time of day, and inside too!
The elevator commenced to move. He wished he wasn't here. But he had no choice. He was Rufus Shinra, son of Gerret Shinra who was in fact the President of the company, and if not the most influential man in the world. He was 20 years old now and after years of endless schooling and training, his father wanted him to take a high ranking position in the Shinra Company. Rufus was excited about the job, but not the part where Shinra would have to be his whole life. He was young and still wanted to live freely according to his own will. Not the will of the company, or his father for that matter.
They reached the designated floor and Rufus stepped out leaving the Turk behind. He headed for his father's office, though a little confused with its direction at first. He had never really been into this part of the Shinra building and it took him a few minutes of wandering to find his office.
Once found he knocked lightly at the door. Receiving no answer he knocked more harshly. The steel door flung open, to reveal the pissed off President, panting and wheezing for air.
"Took you long enough boy," he said between breaths, "I nearly died trying to get all the way from my desk to the damn door. I sent the doorman and the secretary home so we could have a moment."
"Oh." Rufus said unconcerned.
The President was undoubtedly overweight, and his fat cheeks flushed a searing red color from exertion. Although they were related, Rufus did not resemble his father. His father was a balding pale blond, with brown eyes and had a very bad fashion sense. Often wearing colors that made him resemble the fruit of the color he wore. Even in the Presidents youth Rufus did not look like him in comparison with Rufus's current age and his father when he was that young. Rufus had always assumed that he might have resembled his real birth mother, but did not have any photo graphs of her to confirm it. He sometimes wondered about what happened to her. His father had told him once his mother was a prostitute who he had slept with, accidently impregnated her and she left him of the steps of the Shinra building after his birth claiming his to be the President's child. His Father only accepted him as his son after an extensive DNA test had been administered.
Rufus walked alongside the President to his desk, slowing his pace to match the President's sluggish ones.
"Sit right there." The President commanded.
Rufus sat across from the President's ridiculously large desk that encased the President in a semi- circle. The structure and architectural design of the large office was very well made and constructed. The pale blue color on the walls contrasted nicely with the President's large glass desk, creating a soft blue reflection. Some paintings hung on the walls, mostly of the President next to newly built reactors or the Shinra Building itself. None of the pictures were of him, his only son. It irked him a bit but he let it subside.
"Let's get to business," the President grunted, "I want you to be the new Vice-President of Shinra."
"What?" Rufus stammered, "I'm sorry…I must have heard incorrectly. You want me to be Vice..."
"Yes," the President said abruptly cutting him off. "I think you would be well suited to this position."
"But...Mr. President… why not someone with more experience?" Rufus used this as an excuse. He really wanted a high ranking job, just one that didn't require mush effort. Like the head of Shinra Internal Affairs.
"Who better than my own bastard son, right? Don't worry, you'll do a fine job and the pay is excellent. You'll have your own money now. That way you can also move the hell out of my house too. Another added bonus."
Rufus stared blankly at his father.
"Wipe that dumb look of your face. There are other matters to attend to here. First and foremost, you must be inaugurated publicly."
"Why?"Rufus asked.
The President slid his chair back a few feet and turned so that he was now facing the large glass window. He stared outside for a few minutes before speaking."
"Because," the President began, "The people of the world need to see a new face of Shinra. Not only will you be the Vice-President, you will be Shinra's new golden boy. Handling public events, press conferences and stuff I don't particularly like to do."
Fuck this job!
"That's a lot of pressure on my shoulders, and so suddenly too!" Rufus yelled abruptly.
"Shut up. You'll be fine. I'll have my people work on the plans for the event."
"Whatever."He said dejectedly.
"Good." The President stated contently. "Oh... there is also a matter of security. You'll need constant protection."
Rufus would agree to that. He knew that there were some people and organizations that detested the Shinra Company. Some have even had the audacity to try and bomb the building. One group even tried to assassinate the President during a press conference. The bullet barely missed his father's head by inches. Rufus hadn't been there, but watched the event live on television. One of his Father's Turks had pushed him down just in time. The camera quality had been poor soon he couldn't really see what the Turk looked like. As if it really mattered.
"I've decided to temporally lend my best Turk to you. You'll need him more than I will soon enough." The president said while reaching for his office phone, and dialing. He then spoke a few words to the person on the line before hanging up.
"Your new office is on the floor below this one. Go look at it and I'll send the Turk there to meet you. He has his orders. You're dismissed, and here are the keys to the room."
With that Rufus left his father's office hastily. Since his new office was only one story down he decided to take the stairs. The 66th floor was basically deserted so he wandered around the corridors until he came across a door labeled "Vice-President" in gold plate. There was a smaller sized desk positioned near, but far enough from the door's entrance. Probably for my secretary. He grabbed the door handle noticing that the door was unlocked. He didn't want any surprises so he opened the door swiftly. At first he didn't see anything, anything to be alarmed of anyway. There was a dull light that entered the room through the large glass panes, casting a shadow on the few objects in the room.
He placed is hand on the wall, searching for the light switch. His hand hit an object on the wall, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud crashing sound. The sound of glass breaking.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" he swore, still fumbling for the light switch.
"It's on the left side."A voice said suddenly from within the room, startling Rufus. "Shit!" yelled a shocked Rufus who jumped up franticly. He quickly fumbled for the switch and flicked on the light when found. The light revealed the figure of a man who was standing statuesque, looking outside the window. His back was facing Rufus.
Rufus was irate. He absolutely hated being scared. He always thought that fear was reserved for women, children and cowards. Not him, he was Rufus Shinra, heir to a multi-billion dollar company. The only thing he feared was going bankrupt, which would never happen, and dying before he could reach his full potential.
"Who the fuck do you think you…" He stopped mid-sentence when the man turned around.
The Stranger was deathly beautiful. His lightly tanned skin was absolutely flawless, so smooth and perfect; one would have thought it unreal. Chestnut colored eyes were surrounded by a bouquet of thick, dark lashes that stood out against his light skin, creating a striking contrast. His nose was elegant and regal, just the right length and size. His full sensual lips were pink and heart shaped; the corners of his mouth were formed slightly downward, fashioning his lips into an undeniable pout. Long dark brown hair, almost appearing to be black, was neatly slicked back; his dark tresses cascading down over his shoulders, falling short just below his waist line.
His navy blue Turk suit completed the look, fitting him particularly well. The man was slender, but judging from the bicep that was visible through the strain of his tailored clothing, he was exceptionally well built. He still stood statuesque by the window, appearing as an untouchable porcelain doll. Rufus was besotted with him, obvious in the way his mouth hung open; his eyes wide.
"Are you alright, sir?" The man asked.
Rufus had meant to respond but all he could get out was an, "uh" sound. Not even a word or a complete thought.
Noticing possible distress, the man took a few steps closer, a look of possible concern on his face. He repeated the question again a little louder.
Oh, his voice is so resonate and deep. Rufus thought. And the way his mouth forms the words he speaks, almost make me want to…
Rufus lost his train of thought when he heard the man was now yelling at him.
"Rufus Shinra!"He yelled. He was only a few inches from him. He snapped back to reality.
"Wha…Oh. Um who are you?"He was starting to regain his senses. "No, I demand to know who you are!"
The man's face went stoic. He backed away from Rufus to return to his previous stance.
"My name is Tseng." He spoke very clearly with only a hint of Wutaiian origin evident in his pronunciation. I am the Commander and Leader of the Turks Organization. I have been appointed by the President to be your protection and temporary assistant until further notified.
"Oh," Rufus said smugly, "So you're my bodyguard then, in other words.
"Yes sir," He said almost robotically, "How may I be of assistance to you?"
Rufus tried to hide his sinister smile, but failed miserably.
Well, this newly appointed Turk was here to service me by any means necessary, right?