A/N: Here is second chapter again. Looking back on this I can tell my writing was awful...Not that I claim it's better, but this isn't the greatest. Whatever the case, I fixed many of the grammar mistakes...though it was not so bad as the first. Other than that, not much has changed. This chapter moves things along and as a warning there is some mild, brief swearing.

I don't own FFVII

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Reno grinned smugly and made a "V" sign. Rude remained silent though he was just as surprised, but, in retrospect, that would explain why the redhead seemed so in control during the entire mission. It was beyond him how somebody young and that lazy could be a Turk.

"Been two years since I did what you guys did, yo…Though, last night was way more exciting than my mission."

Veld chuckled.

"Maybe for you it was boring."

The redhead tilted his head to the side trying to figure out what the commander was even talking about. Tseng ignored him and continued.

"Yes, Reno was the Turk we placed for security measures. However, I was informed that you all handled yourselves very well."

The commander then took over.

"Now that that's settled, you are free until 1800 hours."

"Wait, then why did we have to get up so early then?"

Tseng rolled his eyes and gently smacked him upside the head.

"To keep you from getting lazy."

"Too late, yo."

The whole while, the new Turks stared in shock. It was still surprising that Reno had been a Turk for two years and it was a shock that he talked like that to his superiors and that the superiors did not seem to care.

"Oh, right. Hey, Commander? Can I have it back now? There weren't any deaths, explosions or rabid chocobos, yo. You promised sir."

"I did, didn't I?"

Nobody could say that thy understood anything. They were just impressed that Reno even bothered to address him respectfully. There was more confusion when Tseng pulled an object from his jacket.

"Thanks."

The redhead began bouncing a small rubber ball.

"Anyways, you are all dismissed. Reno, we need to talk."

"Yes, sir."

Swallowing their questions, the newbie Turks saluted and began exiting the room leaving behind the three seasoned Turks.

"What. The. Hell."

Rusty summarized everything perfectly. The oldest Turk, Scott, nodded his head.

"Hard to believe that the kid's been doing this for a couple of years. Wonder if he gets away with those things because he's young?"

"Who, Reno?"

They turned around to face the new speaker. It was a woman in her late twenties. She was slender and quite tall.

"Nah, they just gave up trying to tell him otherwise. Boy moves to his own orchestral section. Ah, how rude of me. I'm Ryoko. And, I'm from Wutai and no, I'm not related to Tseng."

"Why is it, that everybody I meet from Wutai is really tall?"

She smirked at Rusty who was scratching his head.

"Certain region. Anyways, I heard about your little escapade last night…So, I take it you're the one Reno was talking about. Huh, you really do have that model kind of look. Glad to have somebody around who looks good."

Ryoko finally got a sight of Todd who looked like he did not know what he should say. She laughed, but quickly covered her mouth.

"I'm so sorry. Please, my apologies."

"No problem." It was not like he could get angry with a superior. Besides, right now, he was probably still depressed about last night. "So, Reno told you?"

"In a very creative way, yes. Took me about an hour to actually place events in a chronological order, but I got it. Said you and everybody did well."

"I doubt it…"

"Don't be down, kiddo. Everybody buckles under pressure and you had a lot of it. I agree with Reno, you did as best as your skills and…personality let you."

The woman laughed at Todd's expression. Even Victoria was giggling. Ryoko walked past and patted Todd on the shoulder.

"Reno may be the weirdest person you'll ever meet, but he knows what he's talking about more often than not. You all will do fine. Well, I best be off."

She walked down the hallway and waved to Reno as he passed her by.

"See ya later, Ryo…Whoa…awkward, yo."

Reno was watching everybody and in turn they were all watching him.

"Ryo wasn't kidding when she said she made a scene, yo."

He looked down at his watch and sagged his shoulders.

"Man, prime sleeping time is over…Shoot…Tseng says I can't get wasted either…Whatever, I'm gonna go run, yo. If any of you are tired, I suggest getting some sleep. Picking partners is a lot of work."

The redhead bounded off leaving behind a confused of group of people. Rusty put his arms behind his head and sighed.

"Turks are psychopaths…I'm going to go back to bed."

Many of the others followed suit leaving Rude and the twins.

"Hey, want to spar a little?"

Victoria looked surprised when she finally figured out her brother was talking to her.

"Uh, sure…See you around, Rude."

She waved as she walked off with her brother. Rude was now left to his own devices. He could not say he was tired, but he did not know what else to do. If he was already awake, there really was no reason to go back to sleep. He finally settled on exploring the building. He had only been to a few areas, and the ShinRa building was massive. It would be wise if he got a layout of the grounds.

Rude wandered the building aimlessly. There really was not all that much to see. If it was not a typical crammed office space, it was a creepy looking lab that he did not want to explore. As he wandered around, slowly making his way down the building, he went out a back door. Following the hallway, he came to another set of doors that let out to some sort of back area.

The weather was pleasant if not slightly cool from the early morning. He walked outside and saw a wide-open field. To the side was a dirt track field. Walking over to it, he noticed a figure sprinting full speed around it.

Reno was following the track around at an incredible speed. Rude wondered how many laps the redhead could pull off at that rate. Not having much else to do, the bald Turk walked over to the bleachers, sat down, and watched Reno run.

His hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and his bangs were kept out of his face by the goggles. Rude chuckled to himself. He wondered if Reno lived his entire life in a ShinRa suit. He was slightly amused that the redhead was still in his formal suit sans the jacket, which was careless thrown on the ground.

"Odd, isn't it? He just runs in circles for as long as he can…"

Rude was startled when Tseng came up from behind and sat down beside him. He did not know whether he should salute or freak out that his boss was making idle chitchat, something that he was not particularly good at.

"Sir?"

"He always runs in circles…I'm not going to bite."

He watched the bald Turk with mild amusement. Rude was sitting with every muscle tense. This was just plain weird.

"I…"

"You really aren't the conversationalist…"

"Uh…Sorry…sir?"

"No need to be…It's actually a good change." He looked at Rude who stared back questioningly.

"I deal with Reno daily. Quiet people are a blessing."

They watched the redhead in silence. Rude had not the faintest idea what he should say or if he should say anything. It was still freaky having the boss right there.

After watching for a while longer, Reno seemed to finally notice the two spectators and waved. As he ran along the track he moved off it and ran straight for them.

"Whatcha guy's doin'?"

He was breathing heavily though it seemed more like slowing himself down. He actually did not seem to be too winded.

"Where do you store so much energy?"

"Dunno. I'm thinkin' about gettin' somethin' to eat, yo."

Tseng shook his head.

"You ate like what? Two hours ago?"

"I'm hungry. So sue me…Oh, hey…uh…bad manners…impolite…"

Rude was stunned into silence while Reno continually mumbled.

"Rude."

"Right, Rude, that's it, yo…So what's with the name?"

"What's with yours?"

"…Touché, yo. Still, Reno is better than Rude, so nya."

He spit his tongue out at Rude who was again stunned at his argument or lack thereof.

"Wanna get something to eat?"

The redhead apparently had no sense of keeping topic relative.

"Ya got nothin' better to do, yo."

"What makes you say that?"

"'Cause you're out here watching me. Either your bored out of your mind or ya just like stalkin' me or something…Hopefully the first one, but whatever."

"…"

Rude was not sure what to say, so he settled for nothing.

Besides, he figured Reno still had plenty to say.

"Yup, I'm right. So, ya wanna?"

"…Sure…"

"Good. Lemme get my stuff and get ready. Meet out front in 15 minutes, yo."

"Right…"

"Easy on the caffeine today."

"Tseng, how do you expect me to make it to 1800 hours?"

The second-in-command remained firm and calmly ignored the angry protests.

"You're wired enough as is. We can't have you hyper for tonight."

"So you'd rather I be a mindless zombie?"

"It would be an improvement."

"Whatever, yo…One of these days, that log jammed up your ass needs to come out."

"The day I can leave you alone, Reno."

"Never gonna happen, huh?"

"No."

Reno sighed and shrugged. Jumping down each level of the bleachers, he leaned over and grabbed his jacket from the ground.

"Whatever, yo. See ya in a bit."

He disappeared through the doors.

"Very brave, Rude. And I'm serious, keep caffeine away from him."

Tseng stood up and patted Rude on the shoulder. He watched the Wutaian Turk walk down the bleachers and leave him alone with his thoughts.

He wondered if all the Turks were as crazy as Reno. He figured no since none of the other Turks responded that way to Tseng. Even when talking with the Turk commander himself, Reno seemed so easy going, though granted, he did seem to show a little more politeness.

Standing up, he straightened his suit and made his way to the entrance.

"Hey, slowpoke."

When he reached the front of the building, Reno was already there. Glancing at his watch, he noticed how much time had elapsed.

"It's been 10 minutes."

"Really now? What can I say? I'm a fast person, yo."

It was apparent that the redhead was also a bit careless. The suit looked pretty much the same except it was a little less wrinkled and his hair was still very damp from washing. It hung limply over his face and Rude wondered how it did not bother him. That was one reason he opted for no hair.

"Where d'ya want to go?"

"Wherever is fine."

"…Can you make sentences longer than three or four words?"

"Maybe."

"The world may never know. Right, we'll go to this diner place. I know the lady who owns it, yo."

"Fine."

"Alright, let's go."

They walked around the streets talking or rather; Reno was talking while Rude simply listened.

"Ya wanna know the best part of this?"

He looked at Reno to let him know he was paying attention before the redhead continued.

"I totally just had a conversation with myself, yo."

"Er…Sorry."

"No prob. Just surprisin' you haven't told me to shut up yet, yo."

"I don't mind."

"Why?"

Rude thought about it a moment. He was not sure why. Maybe it was because he had an uncanny knack for drowning the redhead out, or he did not mind the seemingly endless flow of words.

"Just one of those inexplicable things, huh? Well, that's good, 'cause even if ya told me to shut up, I probably wouldn't, yo."

He smirked and finally motioned towards a small building tucked between two larger ones. They walked inside and were greeted by a perky young waitress.

"Hey Reno! Who's the new guy?"

"Exactly that. He's Rude, one of the new Turks, yo."

"Kind of cute, too. Table's already for ya!"

"Thanks, cutie."

Rude followed his companion to a table towards the back. They took their seat and soon, the same waitress came by with two menus.

"Congrats on the new job. Order anything ya want. Mama says it's on the house."

"…Thanks…"

"Hee hee. Strong, silent type, huh? Funny considering you're hanging out with this guy."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

She smiled playfully as she set the menus down. Reno looked over at Rude and grinned.

"They like me, yo. Big mama likes having the Turks around."

"Why?"

"Keeps trouble makers away…But I think it's because she feels proud she can scare the Turks, yo."

He was about to inquire some more about the subject when he was interrupted by a petite, not so "Big," middle-aged woman with hands on her hips.

"I scare you, do I?"

"You don't know how much, yo."

"Good. A little fear is healthy for you. So, how'd ya get roped into hanging with him?"

Reno pouted and crossed his arms.

"Sheesh, what's with you people?...Actually, he just agreed, yo."

"Really? Well, good for you."

Rude wondered to whom she was talking to, but did not have a chance to.

"So, what do you want?"

"Usual, yo."

"I'll try the same."

"Brave…Very brave, yo, ordering what I order blindly."

"I'll be surprised."

"I like your style. It'll be out in a few."

It could not have been that bad, at least he believed to be the case. Then again, there was that small nagging feeling that it could be. He was not completely sure yet, but he got the impression that the redhead sitting across from him was not easily predicted.

"So why did you agree to come with me?"

Reno stared questioningly at Rude while remaining perfectly neutral in his curiosity.

"Most people can't handle being around me for very long, yo. You don't seem to mind at all."

"Why should I?...Granted, you are weird."

"Been called worse, yo. You can't exactly call yourself normal either."

He raised an eyebrow questioningly. Reno smirked.

"'Cause ya hang out with me, yo!"

"Even your logic is weird."

He was amused nonetheless. Weird was not necessarily a bad thing. Besides, anybody that had been Turk at his age was not likely to be completely normal.

"Here ya go!"

The waitress brought the food and set down their meal. Now Rude realized why everybody warned him.

"Mama also gave ya the regular stuff…Said you'd probably need it. Enjoy!"

"Told ya you were brave, yo."

"Everything's…sugar…"

He stared at the food before him. The most prominent dish was the waffle. It was a chocolate chip Belgian waffle topped with powdered sugar, strawberry goop, and whip cream. The other dish was a bowl of oatmeal with melting wads of brown sugar and maple. Everything was topped off with a glass of chocolate milk.

"Yup. Great way to start the day, yo. Especially when a certain somebody is a total jerk."

Reno began happily eating his meal while Rude slowly took small bites. Even a single piece of the waffle was overwhelmingly sweet. He basically had to take a sip of his black coffee between each bite. He was thankful they were considerate enough to leave the oatmeal plain and bring other things like eggs.

"Bit on the sugary side for ya?"

"An understatement."

"Don't worry, I only eat breakfast this way, yo. For the other meals I eat-"

"A bag of salt?"

It would not have been surprising if Reno did eat a bag of salt or something equivalent to it. Reno blinked at Rude a few moments before smirking.

"For a guy who doesn't talk often, ya sure got a sense of humor, yo."

"I'm told it sucks."

"To each his own, I guess. Whatever, yo. It's the quiet ones ya gotta worry about. They notice things and are usually the psycho mass murderers…You aren't gonna kill me, are ya?"

Rude tried to decide whether Reno was joking or being serious. It was hard to tell. That mischievous expression could mean he was joking, but Rude observed the same expression during their life-or-death situation last night. Who knows if he took anything seriously?

"Not that I know of."

"Oh, good, yo. But if ya do, warn me in advance, 'kay?"

"I'll be sure to."

The redhead grinned and finished gulping down his chocolate milk.

"Ready to go?"

Rude nodded and was glad to not have to even see the platefuls of sugar. They walked out the dinger and in the street. Reno stretched.

"Pretty good, huh?"

"If I wasn't diabetic to begin with, I am now."

"So you enjoyed it, yo."

He found the conclusion amusing for some reason. Reno looked down each side of the street and cracked his neck casually.

"Now, how do I kill time? Got any ideas?...Oh, hold on a sec, yo."

There was a ringing noise as Reno searched his jacket pocket for the device. At long last he was able to answer his PHS.

"Yeah?...Tseng?...Why do I?...Because you said so?...Fine, fine, I'll be right there, yo."

Reno snorted as he put his PHS away.

"Gotta run. Sorry to leave like this, but our master calls. See ya!...Right, make sure you're at your best and hold nothin' back, yo."

Before Rude could even speak or make a gesture of any kind, the redhead was already sprinting through the morning crowd back to the main building. He was once again left to entertain himself. Looking around, Rude decided he might as well get back too. As he walked back through the crowds, Rude wondered what he needed to not hold back on.

Figuring it was pointless to wonder about it, Rude would just wait and find out later. He always did enjoy surprises. It was that welcome moment of when the status quo was upturned and life became a game of chance. Rude thought about the redhead who continually surprised him. That alone was enough for him to like Reno.

"Hey, Rude!"

So wrapped up in his thoughts, Rude failed to realize he was back at headquarters and Victoria had walked up to him

"Hm?"

"Want to spar a little? Todd quit early so I've nobody to train with."

"Sure."

"Okay, meet you up there."

She ran off to the training room while Rude silently made his way to his room to get changed. Quickly dressing into his training clothes he went to meet Victoria.

"Pretty crowded, huh?"

Victoria motioned to the others who were already warming up. Rude nodded his head in agreement. Most of the new Turks were present along with some other senior Turks.

"Rumor has it that tonight involves fighting of some kind. It's to choose partners right? I wonder who we're going to be fighting?"

Victoria wondered aloud while she stretched. She expertly twirled her staff and got into a ready position while Rude followed suit. Soon, they were both moving around the room and dodging each other's attacks. After a while of exchanging blows, the two new Turks decided to call it quits.

While both pulled their attacks, Victoria was still left nursing her shoulder and arm while Rude stoically kept from rubbing his shin that was not designed to be whacked by a big stick. Instead, he took deep breaths while holding his now sore solar plexus.

"That was fun or funny, I'm not sure which, yo."

They both turned to face the speaker even though they could tell who it was by the speech pattern. Reno was leaning casually against the wall smirking as usual.

"Reno, sir!"

"Sir?"

He looked around questioningly as though he were looking for somebody. He gaze then went back to Victoria and he pointed at himself.

"Me? Oh…right, I would be 'sir' to you, yo."

Rude's theory about Reno having no true sense of authority was proven quite true.

"Whatever. Call me whatever ya want…Well, I'll let ya know if ya shouldn't call me something, yo."

"Ryoko, ma'am?"

"No, sweetie, preferable not a woman's name, yo."

"She was talking about me, fool."

Ryoko walked up behind Reno and smacked Reno upside the head playfully. Even though he grinned, he still rubbed the back of his head.

"Don't' get too tired, kiddies. You got to have plenty of energy tonight…Oi, Reno."

"Oi, what?"

"I saw Tseng talking to you. Don't tell me you get to do it?"

"Okay, I won't tell ya that I get to do it, yo."

"You lucky sonuvagun."

Rude and Victoria listened curiously. They both wondered what it was that Reno got to do tonight. Whatever it was, it appeared to be something good, at least for Reno.

"Hey, who ya bettin' on? Trent's got the grid up, yo."

"Already? I know where my money's going."

"See ya guys later, yo."

The two Turks walked away leaving behind a confused and suspicious Rude and Victoria.

"Why does it seem like they're purposely being that vague?"

Rusty walked over having overheard their conversation.

"Ran into a couple of Turks who were watching us practice and they kept acting all smug."

The three, or rather two, continued to hypothesize about what was happening tonight. It was clearly bothering everybody and making them slightly uncomfortable. For some reason, smug higher ups and betting charts did not mix well.

"Are we going to die?...Hey, everybody's thinkin' it, I'm just saying it."

Rusty held his hands up defensively as everybody turned to glare at him. He slowly backed up until he was by the door.

"I'm going to see if I can find anything out. See ya guys around."

"I guess I'm going to call it quits. I'm going to eat something and take a nap. See you tonight."

Victoria grabbed her things and left. Soon after, the others followed leaving only a couple people left. Rude decided he was still full, or sick, from breakfast. Instead, he opted to take a nap before tonight's events. He slowly walked to his room and set his clock. Then, there was a knock on the door and Reno popped his head in. It was incredible that he managed to leave to do something and still manage to show up everywhere.

"Hey, ya seen that little gunslinger around?'

"Rusty? No."

"Sooo…It's hide and seek now, is it? 'Kay, talk to ya later!"

As quickly as he showed up, he was gone. Rude figured that Rusty did something stupid and now the other Turks were on his trail. Pushing it aside though, Rude finally made it to bed and fell asleep after attempting to find a position that did not make his stomach churn.

"Holy crap."

Rude was woken up when the door to the room opened and slammed shut. He opened one eye to find a very tired and distraught looking Rusty. He continued to pant heavily as he spoke.

"That Reno…Can run…fast…Crazy bastard…"

He fell forward onto his bed and lay perfectly still. Rude rolled his eyes and checked his clock. There were still a few hours until they were required to meet. He got up and leaned over Rusty's bed. His breathing was slow and even. Rude shook his head and set Rusty's alarm.

Yes, he could be a nice guy, but he could also be vindictive. He carefully positioned it so that the clock was right next to Rusty's ear and set the alarm volume to maximum.

Satisfied with his work, Rude got dressed in his suit and left the room. He walked through the hallways not really sure what he wanted to do for the time being.

"Rude, over here!"

He looked a little bit ahead and saw the twins and Trista. Victoria waved him over.

"We're going to go check out the lounge area and get a little something to eat. Want to come?"

He nodded his head in agreement. After eating pretty much nothing except sucrose product, Rude felt that real food would be a blessing.

"'Sup?"

They were greeted by Reno who was casually slumped into a large plush armchair. He was lazily watching the television screen though did not seem interested in it in the least.

"So you are eating a bag of salt."

He glanced up at Rude and then back at the bag he was eating from.

"Guess you're right, yo."

The redhead smirked as he licked off the large sea salt crystals from the chips before shoving the whole thing in his mouth.

"Ya guy's ready for tonight?"

"They don't even know what is happening tonight, Reno."

"Hey, we gave 'em plenty of hints, yo."

Everybody save Reno stood up and saluted when Tseng walked in the room. He looked at them with mild amusement.

"At ease. Unless stated otherwise, I'm here for the same reason as you."

"But it doesn't stay that way for very long."

Tseng eyed Reno who was still blankly staring at the television.

"What? You know I'm right, yo."

"…Indeed."

He shook his head and as he passed by Reno, he grabbed the bag of chips for himself. It earned a mean glare from Reno who remained in his spot.

"Must you be so lazy as not to even move from your spot?"

Tseng moved to a small bar and sat down much to the discomfort of the newbie Turks. It was odd having the boss sitting and casually talking.

"Somebody wouldn't let me near caffeine."

"Pouting is childish and unprofessional, Reno."

All heads turned to face Reno who was still in the same exact position.

"Then I'm childish and unprofessional, yo…Though it's your fault for hiring me."

A small smirk crept onto Tseng's usually stoic expression. He just shook his head as he munched calmly on the pilfered chips.

"Rude, you jerk!"

Rusty busted into the room looking disheveled. While Reno seemed to make a fashion statement of it, the other was just in disarray.

"I about had a heart attack and went deaf!"

"What did you do?"

"I'll tell you! After being tortured by that little red devil," He pointed angrily at Reno who flashed him a peace sign. "I planned on having a nice nap until tonight when my alarm blared right in my ear not even 30 minutes into sleep!"

The others chuckled at him while Rude calmly ignored him and sipped a glass of water. Rusty, completely ignoring Tseng, marched up to the bald Turk and balled a fist into his face.

"Don't ignore me! I'll-"

"Rusty."

He paused when he heard his name. Tseng was still munching quietly on the bag of chips. Rusty seemed to finally realize that his boss was not more than a foot away.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"I heard about the others' exploits. Reno, you should make up for what you did to poor Rusty."

A single azure eye peered over the back of the chair and gleamed wickedly.

"Sure thing, yo."

"T-that's okay, sir. Everything's fine."

"Too bad, yo."

The eye slowly disappeared until it was a back of a chair once again. Tseng stood up after wiping his hands on a small napkin.

"It's convenient you all are here. I will begin debriefing you about tonight."

"Told ya it doesn't last long."

Ignoring the commentary, Tseng walked over and stood at the room's center, which also happened to be right in front of the television. Reno growled in frustration but remained silent otherwise. The others moved attentively around him.

"As I'm sure many of you guessed, tonight does involve a fight. It is a long-standing tradition to find you partners through this method. In the Turks, you will come to rely fully on your partner. Safety in numbers if you will. Generally, two Turks are enough to get any job done."

Here, he paused a moment and looked around to make sure there were not any questions.

"You have been warned to be rested up because tonight's battle will by no means be quick. First, you will fight each other."

"Is it elimination?"

Todd looked briefly at his sister when she asked her question.

"No. It is merely for us to see how you fight people at your own level. Then, you will each fight one of the Turks needing a partner. Again, it is not elimination."

There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief or at least a silent one.

"Only one of the Turks, sir?"

Trista looked curiously at Tseng who nodded his head.

"The individual is well versed in all modes of combat. It will help narrow down strengths and weaknesses. Should one of you beat him, the next one will take his place."

"What happens if we beat him?"

It was clear that Todd had every intention of beating whoever he was pitted against.

"You'll be his partner."

Rude tilted his head in thought. Everybody was told to go all out. Therefore, if they wound up beating each other, it would stand to reason they could work together as well.

"Mind you, it's not always set in stone, but that will be discussed should it need to be. And again, I reiterate, pull nothing. This is the only way we can effectively determine your skills. However, there is no killing. Anything else goes…And yes, there will be medics."

"Can we use our weapons?"

Rusty had hope written all over his face. Being a gunslinger gave him an advantage and everybody knew it. Besides, even if it was not to kill, nobody wanted to get shot.

"Yes. However, ammunition is replaced with something less harmful."

Many people sighed in relief. Then again, pellets could be painful too.

"But be forewarned, while you may be able to use your weapons, as a Turk you need to be able to adapt. The Turk you will be fighting against will make sure you have a hell of a time. Now, on to the more mundane rules."

Rude listened with half an ear. Nobody was paying that much attention to it including Tseng. He let his mind wander and for how long, he was unsure. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was about a half hour before they were to meet. Rude wondered about the purpose of long lectures if nobody cared. Then again, he figured company policy was a boring thing.

"Can you tell us who the Turk is?"

The oldest Turk trainee, Scott, finally made his presence known. Tseng seemed to find something amusing about the question.

"I could, but what good would it do? He's not warming up if you're thinking of spying."

"Out of curiosity then."

Tseng smirked ever so faintly as he walked out of the room. Everybody was shocked at who he pointed to.

Not being able to see the television and not really wanting to stare at Tseng, it appeared that Reno decided to sleep. He was sprawled out over the armchair, his long limbs hanging off the edge.

"While it seems that it's always going to be Reno, why do I always find myself surprised?"

Rusty shook his head and sighed. The others agreed with him and each left to get ready. Rude paused as he passed by the redhead.

As far as he knew, Reno had only run some laps, eat, watch television, and sleep. Most people would be training if they had his job tonight. He knew that many of the other veteran Turks were practicing. Then again, none of the other Turks probably consumed that much sugar and crashed right before a fight.

They may all be rookies, but they were Turks nonetheless. When it came to fighting, even the weakest of them was a force to be reckoned with. That said, Rude wondered why Reno would be arrogant enough to sleep right before a fight. Either he was a fool, a capable fighter, or a combination of both. Regardless, he was excited at the chance to square of with him.

"Wha?...Where'd everybody go?"

Reno looked around sleepily and then looked at Rude questioningly.

"Getting ready. Thirty minutes."

"Still? Whatever, I'm goin' back to bed, yo."

With that, the redhead slumped into the chair again and dozed off. Rude shook his head and left. It would definitely be interesting tonight.

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A/N: Ha, I went through for a third time and fixed some smaller mistakes or re-wrote a few things for clarity's sake. Again, I apologize for the sadness of my grammar and spelling and how frustrating such things are for the reader. School perhaps isn't the best time for me to write considering how horribly unskilled I am. Hopefully now it looks and reads better. Thanks to all who helped me find all the mistakes!