Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or any of its characters. All rights belong to Square Enix.

Warnings: Violence, yaoi lemons, language, angst-this list will expand, just fyi.

A/N: Some filler, mostly towards the end. Anyway, thanks for the comments. I do take them to heart when I read them! :D

Envy

The sound of my doorbell ringing roused me out of my dreams and into reality. I glanced at the clock, the bright red numbers read 6:00am on the dot. I groaned at the thought of having to get out of my warm bed, especially since I didn't have to be at work until nine-thirty. The doorbell sounded again, echoing loudly throughout the house. With a yawn, I sat up and pushed the blankets to the side. Time to get the day started.

I answered the door and was met with one of Tseng's highly irritated looks. He was wearing his standard Turk issued uniform, and held a black leather briefcase in his gloved hands. His hair was surprisingly pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail. It was different, but it suited him very well.

Stepping to the side, he entered my home without a word. I closed the door promptly behind him, getting a brief chill from the frigid morning air. He stood in the center of my spacious foyer, dark eyes examining me as I stood before him. I had indeed, just rolled out of bed, so I was nearly half dressed with only my pajama bottoms on. My eyes, which were a deep honey color, were fully revealed to him since I didn't have my shades on. He snickered disapprovingly at me.

"Well?" he snapped impatiently, "I'm here at six a.m. as you have requested."

I ran a hand over my sleep etched face, and yawned. "Follow me." I ordered.

I led him into the kitchen, though I made sure to be on my guard as he walked behind me. I didn't trust him to not stab me in the back or make an attempt to render me unconscious. I flipped on the light switch to reveal my very modern kitchen. I had all stainless steel appliances, and granite counter tops. It was a rather large space, much larger than I would ever need, considering I didn't cook much. But now this kitchen would finally be put to good use.

I leaned against one of the counters and regarded the Turk leader with a slight smirk. His dark eyes scanned the kitchen briefly before landing on me. We stood in silence for a few minutes, each sizing each other up. Finally, I broke the silence once I pulled an apron off the rack and tossed it to him. He caught it hesitantly. The apron was solid black and brand new. I had purchased it along with a number of various food items last night.

"Put it on," I ordered, to which Tseng didn't comply.

"Why?" he questioned.

"You are going to make me breakfast," I said, barely containing by smile. "As well as dinner tonight."

Tseng snickered before tossing the apron to the ground. He glared at me before shaking his head.

"I will not make you anything!" he bit out.

I allowed a bored expression to cross my face as I pulled out my phone. With a yawn, I proceeded to scroll through my contacts. I could feel Tseng's gaze on me, questioning.

"What are you doing?" he asked, slowly approaching. I flicked my eyes up from what I was doing so I could keep an eye on him.

"I'm calling Rufus. I'm in no mood for protests or tantrums. We had a deal, so if you can't do this simple task..."

I let the words fade as he scowled and angrily put on the apron he had discarded. With an accomplished smile, I watched as he walked up to me while rolling up his sleeves. He stood up to his full height of 172 cm with a severely pissed off look on his face.

"How long am I to be indebted to you?" he asked.

I thought about it for a moment before I answered. "A week, or a complete total of seven days just in case something comes up."

"A week?" he repeated skeptically.

"Yes. I will only ask for a week." A week of hell, I thought humorously. I had thought about extending the time a bit but I didn't know how much time I had until my next mission.

"Very well," he conceded. I grinned at his obviously annoyed expression before I made my way out of the kitchen. "I expect breakfast to be ready within an hour or less."

Tseng rolled his eyes before he started looking through my cabinets. I felt giddy inside as I headed up the stairs. I could tell from Tseng's expression that he wasn't expecting this. Having tasted his food the other day, along with the desire for home-cooking, I had decided to have him cook for me this week.

After I had taken a long hot shower, I was famished. I quickly dressed and grabbed my gun. Of course I had several other weapons hidden underneath my clothing in various places. As I headed back to the kitchen, I could smell the faint scent of what he was making, but it wasn't familiar. I took a seat and watched him with a sly satisfied grin as he moved about in my kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder at glared at me.

"It's almost done," he hissed out as he slammed the refrigerator door shut. He had taken out some orange juice and poured it in a glass before placing it in front of me. Gaia, this was just fantastic. I had my rival serving me breakfast and at my mercy. If he thought this was hard, I wasn't so sure he'd make it through my other planned treatments.

A bowl of rice with a poached egg on top and another bowl containing soup, was placed in front of me along with the proper utensils. I stared down at the meal he had made with some confusion. I had asked for breakfast, hadn't I? Yes, I was sure I had. Rice and soup? This was not a breakfast meal. I was expecting something along the lines of scrambled eggs, pancakes or waffles, sausage, and bacon. A typical Midgarian breakfast.

With a sigh, I pushed the bowls to the side. "I asked for breakfast," I stated, keeping the disappointment from reaching my tone of voice.

The dark haired Turk made a noise of resentment with his lips. "Are you slow, subordinate? It's right in front of your face. Can you not see out of those dark lenses of yours?"

I shot him a look of malice of my own. "This is not what I wanted, at all."

"You asked for breakfast so that's what I made you!" he snapped. "If you have a problem with it then cook your own damn meal."

I rose up from my seat and crossed my arms. "You will remake this. The way I want you too."

He scowled as he started to remove his apron. "Fuck you," he spat venomously. "I made you something and you didn't want it. Well, tough. I did my part so now I am leaving."

"Tseng," I said his name in a tone of warning. "You are free to go if you wish, but just know that I will not feel obligated to be silent to the Vice President."

Tseng halted his motion of removing the apron and paused, thinking. The clock above suddenly chimed, echoing throughout the spacious room. I had few hours until I had to be at work so I was good on time. Tseng on the other hand liked to go in an hour earlier than required, and from having read his journal about his workload, I understood why.

He then sighed in submission as he retied the apron. "I will make you another meal."

I nodded in acknowledgment before I headed off into the living area. I made myself comfortable on the sofa and grabbed my laptop from the coffee table. Since I was up so early, I had decided to begin working on my report in regards to the most recent mission. Within twenty minutes, I started smelling foods that were more familiar and my stomach rumbled in anticipation.

I had just about finished the second page when I heard Tseng clear his throat. "You meal is finished," he said plainly.

"Bring it to me," I ordered without looking up from the computer screen. I normally didn't take meals in the living area, but I knew it would annoy him to have to bring me my food like a servant. It took a great amount of willpower to not look over at him, not matter how much I wanted to see his pissed off expression. He mumbled something underneath his breath as he made his way over to me with a plate of food in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other.

A plate of hot goodness was placed in front of me. Scrambled egg whites, bacon, sausage, and big fluffy pancakes were all presented to me. If it weren't for my shades, he would have seen the joy in my eyes at the mere sight of everything he had made. Now this was the type of breakfast I was craving. He handed me a fork and I was about to dig in until I realized I was missing my favorite condiment.

"Honey..." I began, but Tseng cut me off, enraged.

"Don't call me that, subordinate!" he snapped.

I was taken aback by his outburst until I understood the misunderstanding. "I meant go get me the honey."

Tseng scowled, but did as was asked. He handed me the bottle and I squeezed a generous amount onto my pancakes. I took a bite of them and sighed in content. It was heavenly, all of it. Maybe I should reconsider making his time here a week, for I wanted to enjoy his cooking more. Tseng took a seat in an armchair a feet away from me. He watched with mild interest as I devoured everything on my plate, leaving nothing behind. Seeking seconds, I held out my plate and expected more to automatically be given.

Instead, Tseng gave me a sly smirk before shaking his head. "There is no more," he said in a tone that made me think he had planned this out.

"Make more then," I commanded.

Tseng scowled and crossed his arms. "I have other things to take care of," he stated firmly. He removed the apron and let it fall to the ground.

I wiped my mouth off with a napkin before I stood up and walked over to where he was sitting. I looked down at him and he looked up at me with those eyes full of haughtiness. Gaia how I hated, absolutely hated that look. Even though he was in this situation, he was still so proud and conceited. I leaned down, placing my hands on either side of his head as I gripped the back of the arm chair. I leaned in even closer until my lips were beside his ear. He held a faint scent of lavender and chamomile.

"I really, really despise that look," I whispered into his ear. "It's disgusting."

"Just as disgusting as one comrade trying to kill another?" he said spitefully.

I smirked at his comment before responding. "You're a real bitch you know that?"

Tseng then licked his smirking lips and snickered. "Possibly," he said before he suddenly jerked his leg up, effectively nailing me right between the legs. I swore as I went down, the pain erupted throughout my lower abdomen. My eyes were almost watering at the sheer pain.

He laughed a bit before he stood up and stepped over my body without contrite. I heard him grab his stuff and take out his keys.

"I'll see you at work, Rude," he said amused. I heard the front door close and I let out a pained groan I'd been holding in.

I laid there in the fetal position, cupping my sore balls until the pain eventually lessened. After some time, I got up with a strain and plopped down in the armchair Tseng had just been in. Damn conniving bitch, I thought as I relaxed. I would definitely have to get him back for this.

Within the hour, I had cleaned up the kitchen and restored it back to its normal order. As I left the house, I glanced at my watch once more. 9:10 a.m. A smile graced my face as I thought about my morning. I had gotten a nice hearty breakfast and a swift kick in the balls. This was certainly one of the most interesting mornings I'd had in awhile.

I was halfway done with my reports by the time Reno swaggered into our shared office. He was three fucking hours late. The spiky redhead plopped down in his chair with an audible groan. I raised a dark brow as I took in his appearance. My partner was dressed in the same manner he always donned, but there were dark circles around his eyes and his skin was paler than usual. Reno was one the few people I knew that actually looked good like this. The darkness around his stunning aquamarine eyes made them stand out and I found it quite sexy. Of course I would never tell him this, for he would surely use it as an excuse to get messed up more often. His eyes focused on me and I nodded in greeting.

"Well, you're here early," he said, his voice a bit raspy.

I frowned. "You are aware that it is 12:41 p.m.?"

Judging by his wide eyed reaction, I guess he didn't know. "Oh shit," he swore. "Tseng's gonna kill me." I nodded, agreeing. Reno sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"I knew I should have just gon home," he murmured. He turned on his computer before he left his desk and made his way over to mine. He came around until he was behind me. His arms were soon wrapped around me and he hooked his fingers together to keep them from parting. I continued to type regardless of his action. He set his chin on my shoulder and sighed.

"How far are you?" he asked in regards to the report I was working on.

"I'm a little more than halfway finished," I responded. He sighed heavily then, his warm breath hot against my neck.

I ignored the slight flicker of arousal that ran straight to my groin. At twenty years old, it seemed as if it didn't take much for me to respond to a stimulus. Damn hormones.

I leaned forward, pulling away from his hold, hopping he'd catch the hint. The sly redhead ignored my protest and instead continued to talk.

"You remember Atsuko, from accounting?" he questioned. I held back a slight grin as I thought about the woman he mentioned. Oh I remembered Atsuko alright. She had the biggest breasts I'd ever seen on a thin woman. They practically popped out her suit jacket.

"Vaguely," I responded. Reno smirked at my response. He knew there was no way in hell I didn't know who he was talking about.

"She committed suicide last night," he said evenly. I stopped typing.

"She...did?" I asked, in disbelief. She never took me for suicidal. From what I remembered of her, she was very sociable and friendly.

He nodded, his pointy chin rocked against my shoulder. "I was there too," he added. "I had been out drinking with Cissnei and a few of her girlfriends, right? Hoping I'd get lucky with one of them, but as it turned out Atsuko had been in the bar as well. I spoke with her briefly before a man came up to her, enraged. Apparently he was her boyfriend and they suddenly got into a heated argument."

Reno's hands were now mobile, sliding up and down my chest idling as he spoke. "I didn't stick around as they fought, but I did hear her mention something about another woman."

His nimble fingers were now playing with my tie. I had resumed typing by now, but listened intently to his story.

"After we left the bar, we were going to hit up the LOVELESS district, but on the way we encountered a large group of people by the First Bank of Midgar. You know the really tall one? Well of course I went to go see what the commotion was. The OPS was there too."

The OPS, or Officers of Public Safety as they were formally know, were employed by Shin-Ra and they mostly did a shit job. No wonder this turned out so bad.

"They had that negotiation guy there but he kinda sucked. In the end, she jumped but when she fell she hit the power lines and got fucking electrocuted. She was dead before she hit the ground." He sighed as he adjusted my tie.

"So yeah...that was my night. To bad I didn't get to titty fuck her beforehand," he said regretfully.

"You're quite horrible you know," I said.

He laughed as he released me from his hold and went back to his desk. I pulled out my head phones and plugged them in. On slow days, I sometimes liked to listen to a bit of jazz as I worked. It relaxed me and it was my favorite genre. Reno also listened to music, though he usually played his music so loud he couldn't hear anything else.

I was getting my work done faster than I thought, which I was grateful for. I wanted to go home early. Around three p.m. though, I got a phone call. I hoped it was something that could be handled before five o'clock because I didn't want to do shit after that.

"Rude speaking," I answered.

"Hello, Mr. Denatti," a familiar voice said. I was taken aback by the use of my given name. Few people knew the Turk's real names.

"Sir," I said promptly.

"Please come to my office, now," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir," I said, still surprised by the call in general. I hung up the phone and left soon after.

His office was one floor up, so I decided to take the stairs. I arrived there in a short amount of time, though I was perplexed as to why I was even going there. I'd never been called in before by him so it came as quite a shock. His secretary, a petite brunette, smiled at me as I approached.

"Go ahead in Mr. Rude. He's expecting you," she said politely.

I nodded and opened the door without hesitation. I'd never been in his office before and I quickly surveyed the area. The style was contemporary, very modern and nicely decorated. It was a bit chilly in the room but it wasn't uncomfortable. I stood at attention a few feet away from his desk. His sharp blue eyes bore into my own gateways of the soul without blinking for a moment. Now I was starting to get a bit nervous, though I didn't let it show. A slight grin played upon his generous mouth as he peered at me.

"Rude, Rude, Rude," he said, sounding displeased. "I have something I would like to speak with you about."

I nodded, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into. He entwined his fingers and rested his chin on them casually; his pristine blue eyes never leaving my form.

"Did Tseng purposefully neglect my calls or was it due to bad reception?" he questioned, gaze unrelenting.

I had made a deal with Tseng so I would honor it by lying to the Vice President. "The reception was indeed bad, Sir. Even I didn't have service most of the time."

" I see," he said, watching my eyes carefully. I assumed that he was probably taught how to read body language. Certain behaviors alluded to whether someone was lying or not. But I was a master in the area of lying, like many of my fellow Turks. We'd been trained how to control certain body movements when we lied. Who'd this kid think he was dealing with? I wasn't some third rate grunt that would probably shit his pants at the mere thought of the mighty Rufus Shinra questioning him.

"Was there a point in which you did have service?" he asked.

"Possibly, but if there had been I wasn't aware of it," I said.

"So he wasn't lying?"

"Not about the coverage, Sir, no." Rufus frowned.

"You know, he has some very vital information that we, and when I say we I mean myself, my father and the science department, have been trying to pry from him. It's in regards to one of his ongoing missions and we believe he is withholding information. We don't have any proof, but there is speculation."

Why the fuck was he telling me this? It was interesting but what did it have to do with me?

"Rude, I am assigning you a to a low profile mission. You will only report your findings to me," he said sternly. "I want you to follow Tseng on this assignment."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a folder. He motioned for me to come take it and I did.

"This is the case that Tseng is working on. It's been three months since he's started it and these are his mission reports, as well as the details his case entails. This information is highly confidential, so silence and discretion are a must. Some details have been removed, but you needn't worry about that."

"When do I start?" I asked, hoping it was sometime next week.

"He is scheduled for this Friday so that is when you will go," he said. "Any questions?"

I thought about it for a moment, but came up empty handed. My purpose was pretty straightforward. Spy on Tseng as he spies on another. Just as I was about to say no, a thought popped into my head, so I voiced my question.

"With all due respect, Sir. I am curious to know why you have chosen me for this particular case. Though I have been trained in stealth, there are a few Turks who make it their specialty."

Meaning, I was good, but there were some who were better. Rufus chuckled a bit before reclining back into his seat. He looked me over until his intensive sapphire eyes settled on my face. I didn't like the look he was giving me in the least. His eyes held a look of deceit and underhandedness. Alarms were going off in my head, my instincts screaming at me. Something was not right and the apprehension would not leave. I had a feeling none of this would end well, but I would do my job without hesitation.

"Rude, I have chosen you simply because I believe you are the best man for the job," he said, though the grin that followed had me thinking otherwise.

The phone in his office rang and he held up one finger to me, meaning I should wait. Why? I thought. What more could he tell me? I had the details of my case. All I needed to do was read it.

"Rufus Shinra," he answered. There was a long pause before he suddenly erupted in laughter. It startled the hell out of me, since it was so unexpected and loud. His fist slammed on the desk as he continued. I was so uncomfortable it was almost unbearable. I didn't even know the brat was capable of producing a hearty laugh. Sometimes I forgot he was only seventeen years old since he usually acted so much older. His father must have started conditioning him at a very early age.

"Oh my word!" he said through a bout of laughter. "Haven't I told you to stop saying shit like that when you call my professional line. You are so dead when I see you. I'm in the middle of a conference with an employee," he said, still humored.

I kept a straight face, but inside I was a bit disturbed. In this instance, he had actually seemed his age and it was unusual. I suppose he still probably hung out with a few kids his own age after hours.

"I'll see you later tonight then, Shun," he ended. He hung up the phone with a smile before he turned back to me. Unfortunately, that same smile disappeared in a matter of seconds and the smirking grin was soon back. The young blond ran his fingers through his golden-orange locks and reclined back into his spacious chair.

"Pardon the interruption," he said, " but back to business."

I nodded and he continued. "I know we had a bit of a confrontation last night, but I do not hold it against you. You are entitled to your privacy."

His tone was growing sharper, more irritated. "However, when I ask you something and you feel it is personal, then just say so. The hostility was uncalled for and I will not accept such behavior. Do you understand?"

Being scolded by a kid bothered me, but I conceded and bowed in apology. "My apologies, Sir. I could have handled the situation better."

"Yes you could have," he snapped heatedly. The young leader made a motion to dismiss me and I made to leave, but then he suddenly called me back.

"Oh and Rude!" he called out. I turned around to face him, giving him my attention.

"I will pay you separately for this job. I feel like you should get at least something for your efforts."

"At least?" I repeated, confused. "I'm not getting paid?"

"Well according to the payroll I have in front of me, your paycheck is for a total of zero Gil," he said, barely able to contain his amusement.

Damn you, Tseng. Screwed me over again.

The blond chuckled as he looked me over, shaking his head. "I wonder what you did to piss the Turk leader off. Mind sharing your theories?"

I shook my head as I headed toward the door. "That, Sir, is personal," I said. Then I left.

I was a little heated when I left his office. I hadn't been expecting another assignment so soon. Also, the news that my check was still deferred annoyed me. A sigh slipped from my lips as I headed back to my office. A headache was brewing and I hoped I had some pills left.

Reno wasn't there when I arrived, not surprisingly so. He didn't stay in one place for too long. I shuffled through my drawers, looking for aspirin. When I didn't find any, I groaned in distress. My temples were starting to throb. I sat down and massaged them a bit, hoping to ease the intensity of the pain. There was a sudden knock at the door, but before I could address them, they were already walking in.

"Rod," I greeted. He nodded and walked over until he stood in front of my desk. Rod was a fellow Turk member and had been around for about two years. He had spiky auburn hair and chestnut colored eyes. Due to his appearance, he was often mistaken for Cissnei's brother. Rod had been personally recruited by Reno and they both were quite close, even though they started on rocky beginnings.

Me personally, I had a problem with Rod. He was very cocky and had a strong desire to be the best, which wouldn't be such a nuisance if he didn't flaunt it so much. He was also from the streets, which was another reason he and Reno got along so well.

"Hey," he greeted in that lax, slum drawled tone of his. "Where's Reno? I gotta talk to em' about something."

"I don't know," I stated evenly, hoping he'd leave. He didn't.

"No problem. I'll just wait until he comes back," he said. He leaned on the corner of my desk and shot me a playful smirk. I was not amused.

"Perhaps you should just call him?" I suggested. I scooted up to my desk and began resuming my work.

Rod chuckled. "But if I did that, then you and I wouldn't have this wondrous time together alone," he teased.

I rolled my eyes underneath my shades. Why did people like to fuck with me so much? I adjusted my shades and hoped that Reno would show up soon.

Ten minutes later, Rod was still here harassing me. "So, you going out with us tonight?" He asked, leaning further back onto my desk. I shook my head.

"To bad, man. We're gonna go to a bar in the slums. Risky huh?"

"More like idiotic," I commented. Rod had once been a notorious gang leader and I'm sure his face was still quite familiar around the slums.

"I suppose. But it's the stupid things that are most fun, ya?" he joked.

Come on, Reno, I thought. Get over here. Rod sighed as he started toying with stuff on my desk.

"You haven't been going out with us lately. You trying ta avoid me, hmm?" he said facetiously. I didn't dignify him with a response, but he still chose to offer me one.

"You should come. We're gonna go fuck with Don Corneo's lackeys."

I sighed, irritated. "You know, based on your intelligence, I'm surprised you made it into the Turks."

"Well," he said, licking his smirking lips, "Judging by the way you act like a stuck up prick, one would think you were the leader of the Turks. Guess we both have some misconceptions, eh?"

My fingers halted typing as he dished out the latest insult. I shot him a glare that threatened pain if he didn't shut it. Asshole probably knew that topic was taboo for me. Just as he was about to say another word, Reno walked in. The vibrant redhead smiled once he saw us.

"Yo Rod!" he said jovially. Rod hopped off my desk and walked up to the other.

"We still on for tonight?" Rod asked. Reno smirked and high-fived him.

"Oh hell yeah man. First we gonna fuck with those Corneo morons at the Honeybee Inn and then we'll get laid!"

As they cheered, my headache was intensifying. I glared at Reno and Rod who were rambling about all the vulgar things they were going to do to the working girl of their choice.

"I think we should just share one. Cheaper that way ya know," Reno said. "I'm a bit low on cash."

"The fuck!" Rod exclaimed. "How the hell you low on cash? You get paid an executive salary!"

I knew where Reno's money was going to. It was a secret he had shared with me a few months ago. I would never tell anyone such person information, considering it could very possibly be used against him one day. I don't even think what I knew about Reno was even in the most secure files of the Shin-Ra archives.

When Reno was seventeen, he had accidentally gotten a slum girl, who was sixteen at the time, pregnant. By this time, he had been with Shin-Ra for a few years and was supporting her and her baby with his income. However, the child was recently diagnosed with a life threatening issue and to save it would not come cheap. Reno was not only paying for medical bills, but also for the home and expenses for the mother, who had relocated to Kalm. Reno had her moved to the city once he found out she was pregnant. Mostly as a safety issue. He had showed me a picture of the child, and there was no mistaking that it was his son. If someone had ever suspected that the child had been his, our enemies would surely use it against him. I wasn't sure if he loved the mother, but the child he cared dearly for.

"Gotta pay those bills!" Reno joked, though I caught the slight tensing of his shoulders. He did that every time he thought about his son.

"True," Rod said. He then turned to me and frowned. "Ya still don't want ta come?"

"No thanks," I said slightly strained. With a heavy sigh, I saved my work and turned off my computer. I'd just finish the report up tomorrow. I gathered my things and placed them into my briefcase.

"Leaving so soon?" Reno questioned. I nodded as I grabbed my keys.

"You must feel like shit," the fiery redhead commented. "Go home and take it easy, alright?" he added. I offered a faint smile.

"Thanks. I will." I said, meaning it.

A/N: Only two more weeks until my winter break! Good luck on finals everyone! Especially to those college kids! :D

Also, to those that read Wonderland Fallout, that should be updated relatively soon as well.