Disclaimer: Frankly speaking, if all these characters were mine, Reno would've been chained to my bedposts as a love slave a long time ago. Does that kind of give you a hint?
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"Turks, assemble at my office. I repeat, all Turks assemble at my office."
Chewing on an apple, Reno glanced up at the speakers, eyebrows raised. "Wonder what we did this time."
Elena eyed her colleague's cluttered desk, shaking her head at him. "Or what -you- didn't do."
"Me?" The redhead swung his feet off the top of the desk, tossing his apple core accurately into the bin across the room. "He called for all of us, babe."
"Don't call me babe," Elena scowled indignantly.
"But you -are- a babe, isn't she Rude?"
"... ..." said Rude.
Reno rolled his emerald eyes in frustration. "Why did I even bother? Let's go see what the Prez wants."
Rufus flipped his hair out of his eyes, revealing the irritation brimming within them. He remained motionless as he surveyed the comings and goings of his people in the town of Midgar through the large window in his office, arms held behind his back. Silently, he glanced at his watch, eyes narrowing. Where were those insolent Turks? His announcement was made a full ten minutes ago. Had they not been such essential elites in his force, they would have been dismissed ages ago.
"Tseng," the young President snapped.
"Yes Sir?"
Rufus turned to glare at the older man standing still before him. Now Tseng was a different matter altogether. Efficient, loyal and disciplined. Too bad he was so damn soft to his subordinates. "Where are those Turks of yours?"
"Coming, I'm sure," the Turk replied calmly.
"Well they'd be-"
The doors slammed open with a loud bang. Reno strolled in casually, hands in pockets, as though he was taking a leisurely walk in the park. "Hey, Ruf, how's it going?"
Rufus bristled visibly, while Tseng shot his second-in-command a warning look.
Behind Reno, Elena and Rude marched up quickly to stand beside Tseng in a neat row and saluted smartly to the President. Reno shrugged and took his place on the other side of Tseng, slouching slightly.
"You might want to tuck your shirt in, Reno," Tseng suggested softly through the side of his mouth.
"For what? He should be used to this by now, koi," Reno retorted though his lips never appeared to move.
Rufus cleared his throat loudly, stopping the Turks' conversation. With a sigh, he proceeded to distribute a card each to his most prized soldiers. "I know," he said, raising his voice so all could hear him, "That I am going to regret this act. But I have decided to invite you Turks to my mansion for a Christmas celebration, as a token of appreciation for what you have done for the company."
There was a moment of brief silence as the four elites read the invitation, before Reno broke it with a sharp whoop of delight. "You're kidding! This is awesome!"
Elena, polite as ever, raised her hand. Ignoring Reno (as per usual), the President nodded to the only female Turk. She blushed at the attention before asking quietly, "Um...perhaps, as a way of thanks for this, we could prepare the Christmas dinner?"
"We?" Reno asked incredulously. Rude seemed to look rather uncomfortable with the idea as well, although he chose not to voice his opinion.
Tseng resisted the urge to chuckle at the horrified expression on the redhead's face. "Excellent idea, Elena."
The girl beamed at the strong compliment from her superior.
Rufus paused to consider it for a moment before shrugging. "As long as you don't blow my kitchen to smithereens, I would be honoured. Dismissed."
As the Turks filed out from his office, Rufus called out, "Oh and one more thing. Don't let Reno near the food. I wish to be fit and alive by the end of the day."
Reno snorted once they were outside with the door safely closed. "I'm not -that- bad a cook."
Rude shook his head. "Last month.....pizza. Microwave exploded."
While the other two Turks burst into laughter, Reno sulked. "Aw, shut up, Rude."
*
The maid curtsied, moving aside for the Turks to pass. "Rufus sama is in the bath. Please wait in the hall, Sirs."
Stepping into the hall, Reno gawked at the enormity of the area. "Geezus. This place is frigging huge."
Tiled with elegant marble, the floor gleamed in the light thrown shyly by the large chandelier hanging on the ceiling above their heads. The walls were covered with beautiful paintings of dancing men and women, while right at the top on each side lay a magnificently crafted glass window, allowing sunlight to filter through it.
Tseng ran a finger across the wall, clearly impressed by the style. Rude merely stood in the centre of the hall, staring through his shades in silence while Elena stood beside Reno, her mouth similarly wide in awe.
"Welcome to my mansion, Turks," a familiar baritone voice said.
"Sir," Tseng greeted cordially with a slight bow as the young blond made his way down the spiral staircase.
"Not bad eh?" Rufus grinned, gesturing at the vast hall. "I ordered a complete change in layout after my father died. Hideous it was, before he left."
"Whoa, why didn't you spare some of that money for u-OOF!" The redheaded Turk turned to glare at his female colleague as she removed her elbow from his ribs.
Rufus frowned, then continued. "We will be enjoying and dining here."
"Tables?" Rude asked suddenly.
All three of them stared at the normally silent bald man, before Rufus coughed. "Uh, yes, yes...I will order my servants to bring them in when it is time."
"Why don't we just go to the -actual- dining room?" Reno queried curiously.
"This mansion is very large," Rufus stated, "I don't want to risk having any of you getting lost halfway through the party."
Reno turned to Tseng. "Did he just insult our intelligence?" His dark-haired leader merely smiled in response.
"How shall we start off? A game of billiards perhaps?" the blond President of ShinRa suggested.
"What, no drinking game?" Reno said, sounding highly disappointed.
"That reminds me." Reno's eyes lit up, while Tseng rolled his eyes. "Here. Read this." The Turks gathered round Reno as he collected the slip of paper from his President.
Drinking game to be played throughout the day. Rules are as follows:
1) Chug when Rude says more than 5 words in a sentence.
2) Sip when Rufus loses at a game of pool.
3) Down the entire bottle when Elena stops speaking for at least 10 minutes.
4) Drink when you catch Tseng and Reno making out.
Tseng's face turned several shades of red at the last rule. Elena's, however, changed to a rather sickly green. Snickering, Reno thrust the paper back into Rufus's hands. "Not bad, Prez. I like them."
"Thank you, Reno," the young President said. "Billiards, all right?"
Rude nodded. "...I'll play."
Relieved at the change of topic, the Turk leader agreed as well. Elena, along with Reno, decided to sit out. "Game for the rich, not slums people," Reno explained simply.
With a snap of his fingers, Rufus's servants rushed in carrying a pool table in their hands, then disappeared again. He bent across and picked up the sticks from the centre, tossing them to Rude and Tseng who caught them easily. "Right, who does the dispersal?"
Rude gestured to Rufus just as Tseng said, "You, Sir."
Rufus smiled smugly. "If you insist." Slowly lining up his shot, he hit the cueball and sent the ones in the middle scattering all over the table.
Silently, Tseng judged the position of the balls and went to a corner to line up his shot. Reno cheered from the side, "Go, koi, whop their asses!"
Elena silenced the redhead with a quick bop on the head.
Biting his lower lip to prevent an unusual grin from stealing across his face, the Turk leader carefully tapped the chosen cueball, perfectly knocking a cueball into a pocket and sinking another from the rebound. Rufus leaned on his stick, shaking his head. "Damn Tseng. You're good at this."
"Thank you Sir."
"Is there -anything- you remotely fail at? Aside from your taste in lovers?"
Reno protested vehemently from his seat. Tseng's lips curled up slightly. "I'm afraid I can't think of anything Sir."
Rufus sighed. "I thought so. Your turn, Rude."
Elena tugged at the corner of Reno's untucked jacket, pouting. "Why don't we play something else while they're doing this? I'm getting bored."
"Like what?" the redhead asked.
"Um...I don't know...a card game?"
"We need more people to make it more exciting," Reno disagreed.
"Battleships?" Elena tried again.
Reno tilted his head to one side to think about it, before he smirked at the girl. "You're on."
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Author's notes:
This was co-written by a great friend Natsuki who provided most of the ideas and situations you'll find throughout the fic, despite the fact that this was supposed to be devoted to her as a special gift. (sheepish smile)
Like it? Hate it? Click that button there and drop in your comments ne! Be kind; it's my first FF7 fanfiction. ^o^
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"Turks, assemble at my office. I repeat, all Turks assemble at my office."
Chewing on an apple, Reno glanced up at the speakers, eyebrows raised. "Wonder what we did this time."
Elena eyed her colleague's cluttered desk, shaking her head at him. "Or what -you- didn't do."
"Me?" The redhead swung his feet off the top of the desk, tossing his apple core accurately into the bin across the room. "He called for all of us, babe."
"Don't call me babe," Elena scowled indignantly.
"But you -are- a babe, isn't she Rude?"
"... ..." said Rude.
Reno rolled his emerald eyes in frustration. "Why did I even bother? Let's go see what the Prez wants."
Rufus flipped his hair out of his eyes, revealing the irritation brimming within them. He remained motionless as he surveyed the comings and goings of his people in the town of Midgar through the large window in his office, arms held behind his back. Silently, he glanced at his watch, eyes narrowing. Where were those insolent Turks? His announcement was made a full ten minutes ago. Had they not been such essential elites in his force, they would have been dismissed ages ago.
"Tseng," the young President snapped.
"Yes Sir?"
Rufus turned to glare at the older man standing still before him. Now Tseng was a different matter altogether. Efficient, loyal and disciplined. Too bad he was so damn soft to his subordinates. "Where are those Turks of yours?"
"Coming, I'm sure," the Turk replied calmly.
"Well they'd be-"
The doors slammed open with a loud bang. Reno strolled in casually, hands in pockets, as though he was taking a leisurely walk in the park. "Hey, Ruf, how's it going?"
Rufus bristled visibly, while Tseng shot his second-in-command a warning look.
Behind Reno, Elena and Rude marched up quickly to stand beside Tseng in a neat row and saluted smartly to the President. Reno shrugged and took his place on the other side of Tseng, slouching slightly.
"You might want to tuck your shirt in, Reno," Tseng suggested softly through the side of his mouth.
"For what? He should be used to this by now, koi," Reno retorted though his lips never appeared to move.
Rufus cleared his throat loudly, stopping the Turks' conversation. With a sigh, he proceeded to distribute a card each to his most prized soldiers. "I know," he said, raising his voice so all could hear him, "That I am going to regret this act. But I have decided to invite you Turks to my mansion for a Christmas celebration, as a token of appreciation for what you have done for the company."
There was a moment of brief silence as the four elites read the invitation, before Reno broke it with a sharp whoop of delight. "You're kidding! This is awesome!"
Elena, polite as ever, raised her hand. Ignoring Reno (as per usual), the President nodded to the only female Turk. She blushed at the attention before asking quietly, "Um...perhaps, as a way of thanks for this, we could prepare the Christmas dinner?"
"We?" Reno asked incredulously. Rude seemed to look rather uncomfortable with the idea as well, although he chose not to voice his opinion.
Tseng resisted the urge to chuckle at the horrified expression on the redhead's face. "Excellent idea, Elena."
The girl beamed at the strong compliment from her superior.
Rufus paused to consider it for a moment before shrugging. "As long as you don't blow my kitchen to smithereens, I would be honoured. Dismissed."
As the Turks filed out from his office, Rufus called out, "Oh and one more thing. Don't let Reno near the food. I wish to be fit and alive by the end of the day."
Reno snorted once they were outside with the door safely closed. "I'm not -that- bad a cook."
Rude shook his head. "Last month.....pizza. Microwave exploded."
While the other two Turks burst into laughter, Reno sulked. "Aw, shut up, Rude."
*
The maid curtsied, moving aside for the Turks to pass. "Rufus sama is in the bath. Please wait in the hall, Sirs."
Stepping into the hall, Reno gawked at the enormity of the area. "Geezus. This place is frigging huge."
Tiled with elegant marble, the floor gleamed in the light thrown shyly by the large chandelier hanging on the ceiling above their heads. The walls were covered with beautiful paintings of dancing men and women, while right at the top on each side lay a magnificently crafted glass window, allowing sunlight to filter through it.
Tseng ran a finger across the wall, clearly impressed by the style. Rude merely stood in the centre of the hall, staring through his shades in silence while Elena stood beside Reno, her mouth similarly wide in awe.
"Welcome to my mansion, Turks," a familiar baritone voice said.
"Sir," Tseng greeted cordially with a slight bow as the young blond made his way down the spiral staircase.
"Not bad eh?" Rufus grinned, gesturing at the vast hall. "I ordered a complete change in layout after my father died. Hideous it was, before he left."
"Whoa, why didn't you spare some of that money for u-OOF!" The redheaded Turk turned to glare at his female colleague as she removed her elbow from his ribs.
Rufus frowned, then continued. "We will be enjoying and dining here."
"Tables?" Rude asked suddenly.
All three of them stared at the normally silent bald man, before Rufus coughed. "Uh, yes, yes...I will order my servants to bring them in when it is time."
"Why don't we just go to the -actual- dining room?" Reno queried curiously.
"This mansion is very large," Rufus stated, "I don't want to risk having any of you getting lost halfway through the party."
Reno turned to Tseng. "Did he just insult our intelligence?" His dark-haired leader merely smiled in response.
"How shall we start off? A game of billiards perhaps?" the blond President of ShinRa suggested.
"What, no drinking game?" Reno said, sounding highly disappointed.
"That reminds me." Reno's eyes lit up, while Tseng rolled his eyes. "Here. Read this." The Turks gathered round Reno as he collected the slip of paper from his President.
Drinking game to be played throughout the day. Rules are as follows:
1) Chug when Rude says more than 5 words in a sentence.
2) Sip when Rufus loses at a game of pool.
3) Down the entire bottle when Elena stops speaking for at least 10 minutes.
4) Drink when you catch Tseng and Reno making out.
Tseng's face turned several shades of red at the last rule. Elena's, however, changed to a rather sickly green. Snickering, Reno thrust the paper back into Rufus's hands. "Not bad, Prez. I like them."
"Thank you, Reno," the young President said. "Billiards, all right?"
Rude nodded. "...I'll play."
Relieved at the change of topic, the Turk leader agreed as well. Elena, along with Reno, decided to sit out. "Game for the rich, not slums people," Reno explained simply.
With a snap of his fingers, Rufus's servants rushed in carrying a pool table in their hands, then disappeared again. He bent across and picked up the sticks from the centre, tossing them to Rude and Tseng who caught them easily. "Right, who does the dispersal?"
Rude gestured to Rufus just as Tseng said, "You, Sir."
Rufus smiled smugly. "If you insist." Slowly lining up his shot, he hit the cueball and sent the ones in the middle scattering all over the table.
Silently, Tseng judged the position of the balls and went to a corner to line up his shot. Reno cheered from the side, "Go, koi, whop their asses!"
Elena silenced the redhead with a quick bop on the head.
Biting his lower lip to prevent an unusual grin from stealing across his face, the Turk leader carefully tapped the chosen cueball, perfectly knocking a cueball into a pocket and sinking another from the rebound. Rufus leaned on his stick, shaking his head. "Damn Tseng. You're good at this."
"Thank you Sir."
"Is there -anything- you remotely fail at? Aside from your taste in lovers?"
Reno protested vehemently from his seat. Tseng's lips curled up slightly. "I'm afraid I can't think of anything Sir."
Rufus sighed. "I thought so. Your turn, Rude."
Elena tugged at the corner of Reno's untucked jacket, pouting. "Why don't we play something else while they're doing this? I'm getting bored."
"Like what?" the redhead asked.
"Um...I don't know...a card game?"
"We need more people to make it more exciting," Reno disagreed.
"Battleships?" Elena tried again.
Reno tilted his head to one side to think about it, before he smirked at the girl. "You're on."
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Author's notes:
This was co-written by a great friend Natsuki who provided most of the ideas and situations you'll find throughout the fic, despite the fact that this was supposed to be devoted to her as a special gift. (sheepish smile)
Like it? Hate it? Click that button there and drop in your comments ne! Be kind; it's my first FF7 fanfiction. ^o^