Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII belongs to SquareEnix.
This chapter doesn't have anything to do with the current plot that's going on, it's just a short side chapter that I thought would be nice to include every now and then for this story. Enjoy!
Interlude 001
It was difficult to tell what sort of things went through Rude's head. Despite how tall he was compared with the "average man", he was usually silent and calm; always following orders without objection. This was the image he projected towards those he was acquainted with.
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Location: Shinra Headquarters… somewhere within the building….
Date: Oct 26
Time: 14:08
"… this is getting boring…" Rude thought to himself as he paced about in his office waiting for some sort of assignment to arrive. He wouldn't even mind if it was some petty paperwork task from Tseng. Finally losing his patience, he left the room. Walking down the deserted hallway, Rude swore he could have smelled the scent of… lavender? Retracing his steps, Rude stood in front of the washroom door. "Strange…" he thought to himself, "This room isn't normally in use…."
Carefully pushing the door open so as not to make a sound, Rude peered inside. Standing in front of the mirror was none other than his co-worker, Reno. "Lalala", the redhead chimed to himself while combing his long ponytail. "Man, I just looooooooove my hair! I don't understand how Rude can live without it! He's missing out! My beautiful, precious hair… I loooooove you!"
"…", closing the door, Rude stepped out and continued walking down the hallway. That was something he could have lived without…
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Stepping into the elevator, Rude pressed the button for the ground level. "Rude! I've been meaning to have a word with you", a voice called out from behind. Entering the same elevator as Rude, the black haired Turk fidgeted with the pile of papers he was attempting to balance.
"What is it, Tseng?" Rude asked.
"Ah… hold onto this for a second…" Tseng cried out from behind the paperwork. Handing the papers to Rude, Tseng pulled out an elastic from his pocket. "Geez, I can't work like this, do you have any idea how much work President Shinra has been passing over to me?" Tseng complained.
As Tseng flipped back his long black hair and carefully bound the elastic around his ponytail, Rude stared. For Rude, this seemed to all be happening in slow motion, like one of those hair product commercials that Elena so often gawked over where the actress swung her hair around letting it fly about so that the audience could see how smooth and silky it had become.
Ding! The elevator door slid open. "Oh, here you go!" Rude quickly said as he returned the paperwork.
"What? Oh, hold on Rude! I have to---"
"Sorry Tseng. I just remembered that I have something...er… really important to do!" With that, Rude took off, oblivious of what direction he was walking.
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Finally stopping, Rude sat down on a vacant seat near a conference room. This wasn't like him at all he thought. Shaking his head in an attempt to forget what he had witnessed, Rude decided to go out and get some fresh air.
"Rude! There you are!" a blonde female cried out as she ran towards Rude.
"Elena? What happened to… your hair?"
"Eh? You noticed!" she squealed in delight. "So?"
"So…"
"Well? What do you think?" she said as she spun around like a ballerina.
"Um…"
"Oh come on! You must have some opinion!"
"I uh…" sweat began trickling down his forehead.
"Ugh! Forget it! Men…. Anyways, here!" Unfortunatly, the moment Elena shifted through her papers to find what she was about to hand over to Rude, he had taken off. "R-Rude!"
And there he went… running off… Rude… the bald Turk…
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Whoa,
this was some chapter… I have no idea what was going through my
head when I was writing this… My apologies if I offended any Rude, Tseng, or Elena
fans out there, but it just got so tempting!
