Short little drabble about a fight between Reno and Tseng.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
Warnings: None that I know of.
Rating: K+
Word Count: 442
Really, this story is for hikari. Much thanks on the review, and when you talked about using languages in stories, this immediately came to mind. I just had to write it down. I hope you can find a little amusement in this.
There really was no point anymore; it was impossible to argue with Reno. All Tseng got anytime he did decide to fight with Reno was a headache. However, Tseng felt that when Reno had come back without the helicopter that Reno had originally left with, he should say something to his second-in-command. He was wrong; so very, very wrong.
Pinching the bridge of his nose in attempt to assuage his headache, Tseng breathed out a sigh of defeat. "That's not the point Reno." Gaia, please allow him to retain some semblance of patience. Please, let him control the urge to drive an acupuncture needle into the back of Reno's neck. He really didn't need to clean up all the blood that particular trick would amount to.
By now Reno knew that individual expression that crossed his superiors face; he was wearing Tseng down. Any moment now and he would be home free. Reno contained the small smirk that threatened to overrun his face. "What then, Sir, is the point?" questioned Reno mockingly, arms crossing over his chest.
'Think of the mess, think of the mess!' Crossing his own arms, Tseng gave Reno a level stare. "The point, Reno, is that not only did you commandeer a ShinRa helicopter, but you failed to bring said helicopter back. Instead, you came back a bloody, burnt, limping mess after hitchhiking your way back here. Without, may I add, an acceptable excuse as to why we are lacking aforementioned helicopter." Seeing the smirk creeping onto Reno's face, Tseng knew he was not going to appreciate Reno's next course of action.
"Well, I surely have no idea what you're talking about, yo."
'THINK OF THE MESS! THINK. OF. THE. MESS.' Taking in a calming breath, Tseng carefully turned from the grinning redhead. Tseng could actually feel his headache increasing tenfold. Only Reno could do this to him, only Reno. Tseng placed his finger to the corner of his eye to stop its twitching. "Baka akage."
At the soft insult from Tseng, Reno leveled a glare at his retreating superior. "I understand 'idiot redhead,' kusojijii." Scowling, Reno spun away quickly before Tseng could realize what he had just said; after all he had more pressing matters to attend to. Visiting two idiot SOLDIERs in the infirmary, for example. They were, in any case, the reason why Reno was in his current predicament with Tseng.
Jerking to a halt at Reno's own insult, Tseng could only ask himself two questions: 'How long had Reno known Wutainese?' and 'Did he really just call me an unpleasant old fart?'
Twitch.