I love my friend, I really do. She had a story that we were both working on, and it wasn't on my computer. So she sent me a copy of her version, and asked that I post it on here. Said there isn't Enough Reno x Rufus. So I agreed, and now.... here we go. Its kind of skippy. It skips months, years, ect ect. I think it gives it character. It might not be completely relevant to the FFVII timeline, but ... oh well.

Sometimes, Tseng hated Rufus. No, that wasn't true. It was impossible for him to hate Rufus. Rufus was his boss, and Rufus was the man he had to protect, and beyond that, Rufus was like a son to Tseng. Saying he hated the man would say that he had turned traitor, or something like that, and get him killed. After all, who wanted a man who hates them as a body guard?

So no, Tseng didn't hate Rufus… he just hated the teen's pet. Dark Nation. What a vile thing. How in the world Rufus was even allowed to keep the monstrosity was a mystery all in its own, let alone the species of the animal. The feeling of hate wasn't one-sided either. Dark Nation hated the majority of the Turks, and made sure to express that, but the animal did it to Tseng more than any of the other Turks. Maybe it was because Veld always stuck him on bodyguard duty and as such the beast felt that they were undermining its ability to protect Rufus? Whatever the cause, the creature was evil.

Tseng wondered for a few seconds on that thought as he raced down the hall of the Shinra Tower. He shook his head, dispelling the thought. Right now he had to concentrate if he wanted to get out of this relatively unscathed. He ran past a secretary and grabbed the papers in her hand, throwing back behind him. A growl and the sound of paper being shredded answered his silent questions as to if it was still chasing him and if that papers would slow it down.

"Sir?" He ran past a fellow Turk, her questioning him momentarily before seeing the large black animal chasing after him. Her brown eyes widened as she tucked a loose strand of brown hair back.

Tseng kept running, not even noticing Gun or her calling for him. His long black hair had fallen out of its high ponytail, but personally he couldn't care. There was a crazy cat-thing chasing him! Naturally narrow, cat-like brown eyes scanned the halls for any source of escape. His boots echoed loudly in the halls. He shed his dark blue, zip-up, suit jacket and thrust it backwards without slowing or looking back. He heard a roar of anger as the projectile hit its target and successfully held back Dark Nation.

Panting, he ran into a random door and slammed it shut. He leaned against it, panting softly. Looking up, he was met with curious stares of three fellow Turks. A loud roar and the sound of the door being hit and scratched answered their silent questions. Everyone shirked away from the door. Although Tseng had the best reaction: falling to his butt and scooting back from the door as quickly as possible.

"DN?" Tseng heard Knives ask softly. He nodded his answer, not trusting his voice. The black haired woman narrowed her eyes at the door as the sounds suddenly stopped. The sound of purring suddenly became audible. The Turks all exchanged glances. Rufus must have come. Tseng glared. Why couldn't Rufus have come sooner and saved Tseng from this from the beginning.

"Where'd does this one go?" That voice was most defiantly NOT Rufus. The Turks exchanged glances. The voice wasn't as smooth, a bit higher pitched, and had an accent that Rufus probably wouldn't be able to pull off if his life depended on it. An accent that they could distinctly tell belonged to one raised from the Slums. Which begged the question, why was a slum rat up on top of the plate, let alone the Shinra building.

"I believe the Turks, which would mean Tseng got away." There was Rufus. His smooth voice easing the tension in the Turks, but only slightly. Who was with him? A few brave ones inched closer to the door.

"Tseng is da stuck up bitch man, right?" Several Turks snorted or scoffed slightly at that statement from the unknown person. Tseng frowned.

"No, I think that you are thinking of Veld." Several jaws dropped at Rufus' response. As far as they were concerned, Veld respected Rufus and vise-versa.

"What'eva. Their all da same."

"No… some are female." The voices were getting quieter, along with the purring. That indicated that they were moving away, and taking Dark Nation with them… Thank Gaia!

"Cuz that really makes a difference, yo." The other voice spit back. Then a sound that was a miracle in its self. Laughter. Rufus was laughing. Maybe not a full blown laugh, but chuckle, but a laugh was a laugh. Tseng stared at the door baffled, the last time he had Rufus laugh was about a year before his mother's death.

"Point taken." The female Turks huffed at the insult.

There were more words spoken, but what was being said was unknown to all besides those who the words were spoken to. By the time the Turks had opened the door, the hall was empty. Eagerly, the three Turks, plus Tseng, made their way to the security room.

The security videos showed Tseng running through the hall, and the door being shut. It showed Gun stopping and shaking her head before going down another hall. Then it showed Rufus.

The blonde teen was only about 12, but still troublesome. His soft blonde hair was gelled back except for a few strands. His ice eyes gazed at the damage his pet had caused. He stopped at the papers, which the secretary had left. He sighed as he ran a black-clad hand through his hair. Then he fixed his white suit, tugging on it in some places. The lone sound of his boots echoed slightly, although not as badly as Tseng's had. A low whistle was heard, a sound that Rufus hadn't made. They watched as his eyes flickered to the side, where the camera's blind spot was.

"Good job, yo." Rufus' eyes narrowed at the sarcastic tone of the voice. The Turks leaned closer to the screen, hoping for just a glimpse of this person.

"Like you did any better." He retorted. Pulling off one of his black finger-less gloves before putting it back on and adjusting it. There was a sound of a scoff as an answer. Rufus continued walking. To the Turks surprise, no one followed.

They followed Rufus' progress down the hall, him stopping every now and then to adjust his suit. "If ya hate da thing so much, jus' ditch it, yo."

"Because I have to wear it." Rufus answered, fixing the white vest that he wore on top of the black turtle neck, but under the white jacket.

"Dad makes ya?"

"No." He shot another one of the camera's blind spots a glare.

"'k." The voice replied. There was silence until Rufus reached Dark Nation. At which point the conversation that the Turks had over heard originally was played out. They watched as Rufus left with Dark Nation following, and then entering his apartment, situated on the same floor as the Turk's office.

The only glimpse they got of the strange person was his bottom half. He had stepped out when Rufus had reached DN. However, the only bit seen of him was black shoes, black baggy pants and a chain that looked like it hung down from the waist of the pants, although the waist wasn't see-able.

"Who do you think he is?" One Turk asked softly. Tseng shook his head.

"I do not know, but I do know that it is our duty to find out."

I really do like Tseng.... But honestly, I would love to see this actually happen.