Disclaimer:
Aatash: Oh people, this is Natsuki, the friend I told you about.
Natsuki: (waves) Hi! I just want to say that Tseng is the coolest!
Aatash: No, Reno is.
Natsuki: Tseng.
Aatash: Reno.
Natsuki: Tseng!
Aatash: Reno!
Natsuki: (bashes aatash with a mallet)
Aatash: Yaaaah! (pounces on natsuki)
Tseng: (appears)...basically, what they're trying to say is, we belong to Squaresoft and they have no rights on us whatsoever. On with the story...(walks off)
Natsuki: Tseng! (tries a shot at a glomp attack with a flying leap, only to land inches short of the target with a dull thud)
Aatash: (sweatdrops)
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Thank yous:
Sephiroth1Ripley8: Yes! Go Turks! Or more specifically, go Reno. ) Glad you like the rules. (grin) Thanks for the review ne!
Yashamon: Thank you! ^o^ Chapter 2 is here, as requested (grin)
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"I'm losing! Oh Jenova, I'm losing it!"
Elena rolled her eyes at her redhead colleague's melodramatic actions. "Relax Reno. You lost your mind ages ago."
"The -game-, smartass," the other Turk retorted, his hands still clutching his head.
"Naturally." The female Turk blew at her bangs. "I've always won at Battleships."
Abruptly, Reno whipped his head to the pool table, calling to Tseng. "Hey koi, how goes it?"
"...winning," Rude replied, pointing to himself with the stick in his hand.
"No kidding. And since when did -you- become my koi?"
The President chuckled as the bald man calmly flipped the finger to the redhead. Momentarily distracted, Elena lifted her head from her game with Reno to see what was amusing the rest of them. Quick as a flash, Reno reached over and switched the position of one of Elena's ships.
"Reno..." Tseng chided, glancing over his shoulder while lining his shot.
"What?" his second-in-command smiled innocently.
"Never mind," the Turk leader sighed, before hitting the cueball.
"Hey Ruf baby, where's the booze?" Reno called out.
Rufus nearly snapped his stick in half across the pool table. Gritting his teeth, he fixed his narrowed sapphire eyes on his sloppy elite. "It will arrive whenever one of the rules as listed occurs." As Reno turned back to Battleships, Rufus added with a touch of menace. "Stop calling me Ruf."
"Ok, Prez Ruf," Reno agreed sarcastically.
"Call it," Elena said impatiently.
"G5."
"What?!" Elena gasped in surprise. "You sank one of my ships!"
The redhead leaned back against his seat, a smug smirk on his face.
*
Rufus poured the pale brown drink into five slender wine glasses. Capping the bottle, he handed it to the nearest servant, who immediately took the bottle, bowed and left the scene. Swirling the drink in his glass, he took a sip, nodding to his Turks. "Go on. I lost the game to Tseng, so it entitles us to one sip."
Curious, Elena brought the glass to her face and sniffed at it. "What is it, Sir?"
Tseng took a sip and grimaced. "It's a tad strong."
Rude took his drink without comment, while Rufus flashed his trademark smirk at Reno. "I'm sure Reno here can answer your question, Elena."
"Bring it on," the Turk in question challenged happily, snatching the glass from the table to taste the drink. He frowned in concentration for a few minutes before kissing his index finger and thumb, Italian style. "Hazy brown colour, spicy corriandor in the nose, subtle aroma and marvelous sweet finish. Momma mia, is good alcohol you have!"
Rufus chuckled with appreciation at his antics, but his female colleague snorted. "Oh, just tell me what it is!"
"It's an Allagash White Beer, brewed in Belgian White style...you silly ignoramus."
"I am -not- an ignoramus, you jerk!"
"So you admit that you're silly then?"
"No I don't!"
"She does, doesn't she Rude ol' pal?"
The stoic man raised an eyebrow at Reno, then wisely chose to reserve his answer. Moving swiftly between the bickering duo, Tseng gently pushed them aside. "No childish arguments in front of the President. It might just ruin our reputation."
"Ah, for your sanity and common sense, Tseng," Rufus complimented softly, eyes gleaming. "Although it might just be a little too late to save your tattered reputation." He ignored the simultaneous glares Elena and Reno threw at him. "What shall we do for the last few hours before dinner?"
"...Truth or dare," Rude tried.
"I love that game!" Reno's mood swung suddenly from annoyed to pure excitement, faster than a pendulum. "Who starts first?"
"Since it's President Rufus's party..." Elena trailed off.
Rufus shrugged. "Very well. I choose dare."
Before anyone could give any suggestions, Reno burst into laughter. "I know! Spikes!"
"Spikes?" Four pairs of eyes flickered to him in bewilderment.
"Yeah like," the redhead pointed to Rufus. "In his hair."
The sudden silence was broken abruptly by a loud protest. "NO! I REFUSE! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Reno made a fast grab at the struggling President's immaculate white jacket and prevented his escape. "Take it like a man, Prez! You're the one who chose dare!"
"Not my hair!" the normally composed young blonde wailed.
Tseng heaved a sigh and began rubbing at the throbbing vein in his temple as Rufus's yells for mercy rose in volume. Amused with the idea, Elena assisted Reno by holding on gamely to the President's right arm, while Rude silently took his left.
"Tseng baby! Get the gel, quick!" Reno shouted over the din Rufus was making.
The leader of the Turks ran a hand through his silky dark hair and hesitantly complied to his lover's demand. Handing the tube of hair gel he had found in a nearby bathroom to Reno, Tseng muttered an almost sympathetic apology to his young employer.
"Tseng!" Rufus gawked. "You are such a-"
But whatever Tseng was, nobody knew. Reno had squeezed a great deal of gel onto his hand and slapped it audibly onto Rufus's shiny blond hair. "I SWEAR YOU'RE GOING TO BOIL IN OIL FOR THIS, RENO!"
"Just relax, Prez. It'll be over soon. So how should I do it? Straight up here?"
Elena giggled as she tightened her vise-like grip on Rufus. "Sounds good."
"YOU INSUBORDINATE MUTINOUS-"
Rude patted the infuriated boy's arm, a bemused expression on his face. "Shhh..."
Deciding to find some serenity, Tseng left the hall.
*
When Tseng returned, he halted in his tracks, eyes widening at the result. There, standing sullenly in the middle of the hall donning President Rufus's attire, was that 1st-class SOLDIER from AVALANCHE, minus the hulking sword strapped across his back.
"Looks a hell lot like that Strife kid doesn't he? It's the hair, the eyes and that pale deathly complexion," Reno remarked. Rufus fixed a jaundiced, murderous eye on him. "Man, you even glare like him."
Elena laughed as she poked at a stiff spike. "This is so fun!"
"Enjoyed yourself too, Rude?" Tseng asked the bald Turk. The latter nodded.
"I hate you all," Rufus concluded darkly.
"Sorry to hear that, Ruf. Why don't you go wash it off now while we continue the game?" Reno grinned insolently.
Muttering profanities under his breath, the young President marched out of the hall, barking orders to his servants to set up the bath for him upstairs - again. Though amazed with their irate boss's new hairstyle, the servants knew better than to laugh as they scuttled about, hurrying to obey him. Unlike the Turks, they were completely disposable.
Elena smoothened the creases on her suit. "Whose turn is it?"
"...order of rank," Rude said.
All heads turned to Tseng, who winced. "All right, all right. For a good number of reasons, I pick truth."
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Author's notes:
Yay! Second chapter is done! An apology to Rufus lovers out there if this particular um...dare has offended you in any way. ^_^;;
Rufus: Them? You should be apologizing to me!
Okay, okay, I'm sorry. (mutters) Tyrannical tin pot dictator.
Rufus: (flips hair back) That's much better. Now, why don't you readers send in your reviews while you revel in the greatness that is Rufus ShinRa.
Aatash: Oh people, this is Natsuki, the friend I told you about.
Natsuki: (waves) Hi! I just want to say that Tseng is the coolest!
Aatash: No, Reno is.
Natsuki: Tseng.
Aatash: Reno.
Natsuki: Tseng!
Aatash: Reno!
Natsuki: (bashes aatash with a mallet)
Aatash: Yaaaah! (pounces on natsuki)
Tseng: (appears)...basically, what they're trying to say is, we belong to Squaresoft and they have no rights on us whatsoever. On with the story...(walks off)
Natsuki: Tseng! (tries a shot at a glomp attack with a flying leap, only to land inches short of the target with a dull thud)
Aatash: (sweatdrops)
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Thank yous:
Sephiroth1Ripley8: Yes! Go Turks! Or more specifically, go Reno. ) Glad you like the rules. (grin) Thanks for the review ne!
Yashamon: Thank you! ^o^ Chapter 2 is here, as requested (grin)
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"I'm losing! Oh Jenova, I'm losing it!"
Elena rolled her eyes at her redhead colleague's melodramatic actions. "Relax Reno. You lost your mind ages ago."
"The -game-, smartass," the other Turk retorted, his hands still clutching his head.
"Naturally." The female Turk blew at her bangs. "I've always won at Battleships."
Abruptly, Reno whipped his head to the pool table, calling to Tseng. "Hey koi, how goes it?"
"...winning," Rude replied, pointing to himself with the stick in his hand.
"No kidding. And since when did -you- become my koi?"
The President chuckled as the bald man calmly flipped the finger to the redhead. Momentarily distracted, Elena lifted her head from her game with Reno to see what was amusing the rest of them. Quick as a flash, Reno reached over and switched the position of one of Elena's ships.
"Reno..." Tseng chided, glancing over his shoulder while lining his shot.
"What?" his second-in-command smiled innocently.
"Never mind," the Turk leader sighed, before hitting the cueball.
"Hey Ruf baby, where's the booze?" Reno called out.
Rufus nearly snapped his stick in half across the pool table. Gritting his teeth, he fixed his narrowed sapphire eyes on his sloppy elite. "It will arrive whenever one of the rules as listed occurs." As Reno turned back to Battleships, Rufus added with a touch of menace. "Stop calling me Ruf."
"Ok, Prez Ruf," Reno agreed sarcastically.
"Call it," Elena said impatiently.
"G5."
"What?!" Elena gasped in surprise. "You sank one of my ships!"
The redhead leaned back against his seat, a smug smirk on his face.
*
Rufus poured the pale brown drink into five slender wine glasses. Capping the bottle, he handed it to the nearest servant, who immediately took the bottle, bowed and left the scene. Swirling the drink in his glass, he took a sip, nodding to his Turks. "Go on. I lost the game to Tseng, so it entitles us to one sip."
Curious, Elena brought the glass to her face and sniffed at it. "What is it, Sir?"
Tseng took a sip and grimaced. "It's a tad strong."
Rude took his drink without comment, while Rufus flashed his trademark smirk at Reno. "I'm sure Reno here can answer your question, Elena."
"Bring it on," the Turk in question challenged happily, snatching the glass from the table to taste the drink. He frowned in concentration for a few minutes before kissing his index finger and thumb, Italian style. "Hazy brown colour, spicy corriandor in the nose, subtle aroma and marvelous sweet finish. Momma mia, is good alcohol you have!"
Rufus chuckled with appreciation at his antics, but his female colleague snorted. "Oh, just tell me what it is!"
"It's an Allagash White Beer, brewed in Belgian White style...you silly ignoramus."
"I am -not- an ignoramus, you jerk!"
"So you admit that you're silly then?"
"No I don't!"
"She does, doesn't she Rude ol' pal?"
The stoic man raised an eyebrow at Reno, then wisely chose to reserve his answer. Moving swiftly between the bickering duo, Tseng gently pushed them aside. "No childish arguments in front of the President. It might just ruin our reputation."
"Ah, for your sanity and common sense, Tseng," Rufus complimented softly, eyes gleaming. "Although it might just be a little too late to save your tattered reputation." He ignored the simultaneous glares Elena and Reno threw at him. "What shall we do for the last few hours before dinner?"
"...Truth or dare," Rude tried.
"I love that game!" Reno's mood swung suddenly from annoyed to pure excitement, faster than a pendulum. "Who starts first?"
"Since it's President Rufus's party..." Elena trailed off.
Rufus shrugged. "Very well. I choose dare."
Before anyone could give any suggestions, Reno burst into laughter. "I know! Spikes!"
"Spikes?" Four pairs of eyes flickered to him in bewilderment.
"Yeah like," the redhead pointed to Rufus. "In his hair."
The sudden silence was broken abruptly by a loud protest. "NO! I REFUSE! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Reno made a fast grab at the struggling President's immaculate white jacket and prevented his escape. "Take it like a man, Prez! You're the one who chose dare!"
"Not my hair!" the normally composed young blonde wailed.
Tseng heaved a sigh and began rubbing at the throbbing vein in his temple as Rufus's yells for mercy rose in volume. Amused with the idea, Elena assisted Reno by holding on gamely to the President's right arm, while Rude silently took his left.
"Tseng baby! Get the gel, quick!" Reno shouted over the din Rufus was making.
The leader of the Turks ran a hand through his silky dark hair and hesitantly complied to his lover's demand. Handing the tube of hair gel he had found in a nearby bathroom to Reno, Tseng muttered an almost sympathetic apology to his young employer.
"Tseng!" Rufus gawked. "You are such a-"
But whatever Tseng was, nobody knew. Reno had squeezed a great deal of gel onto his hand and slapped it audibly onto Rufus's shiny blond hair. "I SWEAR YOU'RE GOING TO BOIL IN OIL FOR THIS, RENO!"
"Just relax, Prez. It'll be over soon. So how should I do it? Straight up here?"
Elena giggled as she tightened her vise-like grip on Rufus. "Sounds good."
"YOU INSUBORDINATE MUTINOUS-"
Rude patted the infuriated boy's arm, a bemused expression on his face. "Shhh..."
Deciding to find some serenity, Tseng left the hall.
*
When Tseng returned, he halted in his tracks, eyes widening at the result. There, standing sullenly in the middle of the hall donning President Rufus's attire, was that 1st-class SOLDIER from AVALANCHE, minus the hulking sword strapped across his back.
"Looks a hell lot like that Strife kid doesn't he? It's the hair, the eyes and that pale deathly complexion," Reno remarked. Rufus fixed a jaundiced, murderous eye on him. "Man, you even glare like him."
Elena laughed as she poked at a stiff spike. "This is so fun!"
"Enjoyed yourself too, Rude?" Tseng asked the bald Turk. The latter nodded.
"I hate you all," Rufus concluded darkly.
"Sorry to hear that, Ruf. Why don't you go wash it off now while we continue the game?" Reno grinned insolently.
Muttering profanities under his breath, the young President marched out of the hall, barking orders to his servants to set up the bath for him upstairs - again. Though amazed with their irate boss's new hairstyle, the servants knew better than to laugh as they scuttled about, hurrying to obey him. Unlike the Turks, they were completely disposable.
Elena smoothened the creases on her suit. "Whose turn is it?"
"...order of rank," Rude said.
All heads turned to Tseng, who winced. "All right, all right. For a good number of reasons, I pick truth."
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Author's notes:
Yay! Second chapter is done! An apology to Rufus lovers out there if this particular um...dare has offended you in any way. ^_^;;
Rufus: Them? You should be apologizing to me!
Okay, okay, I'm sorry. (mutters) Tyrannical tin pot dictator.
Rufus: (flips hair back) That's much better. Now, why don't you readers send in your reviews while you revel in the greatness that is Rufus ShinRa.