Disclaimer: What, you think Squaresoft would actually hand me the delicious characters of Final Fantasy 7 on a huge silver platter? Gee, either you're really gullible or you're being awfully nice.
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Thank you:
Rappy29: Thank you, dear! The trip was great, shopping paradise! (grins) kind of tired of shopping though, the crowds and smoke started getting to me. . Hope you like this new chapter!
Cat Connolly: (bows) Not to worry, that particular drinking rule is coming soon. Thank you for the review! ^o^
chibilinnet: (waves) hihi again! Have Rufus and Cloud been good boys? (sees review) Uh, guess not. Rufus ought to be spanked. (Rufus: You beep woman, you!) Thank goodness for censors. _ (eyes bulge) no wait, don't destroy everything, it's updated, it really is!! Thanks for the review, btw ^_^
Ickle-Wicca-Girl: (grin) Glad you like the phobia! 'tis nice to see that the fanfic can spread joy and mayhem! (purrs) Thank you for the review!
VinnieNoNeko: Yay! A Tseng/Reno fan! (hugs) So glad to see you...yeah, there's really a shortage of stories for these two. (sniffles) Vincent is coooool! (grins) Especially his cloak. XD (backs away) Wow, vicious. Well, not to worry, there's a new chapter as you can see. Thank you for the review! ^o^
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The chef threw his head onto the ground and did a merry stamping dance on it. "Non non non! I cannot have zis! Get out! Out you amateurs!"
"Relax, old boy," Reno licked his lips as he haphazardly tossed a pinch of salt into the boiling pot of soup on the stove. "You'll blow a vessel if you don't calm down."
"Too much salt," Elena scolded as she bustled by in a gaudily pink apron, strings flying.
"What do you know?"
Rude flipped a pancake high into the air from his frying pan, a fluffy chef hat sitting crooked on his bald head. Snatching a ladle, he dipped it swiftly into Reno's soup and tasted it. Reno released an indignant yell.
"...salty," Rude blanched, spitting into the sink to rid his tongue of the soup.
"Critics, the whole lot of you," Reno snorted.
"AAAIEEE!! I cannot take zis!" shrieked the french chef, foam appearing at the side of his mouth. "My kitchen! It...it iz destroyed! It iz finished!"
Leaning against the wall, Tseng's eyes darted from the spilt flour and cracked eggshells littered on the floor, a few half-cooked pancakes stuck on the ceiling to the filthy walls speckled with curry stains courtesy of a klutz by the name of Elena. Actually, a certain redhead -did- trip her and cause her to slip...he turned to apologise to the cook but the fat, rotund man was gone.
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Rufus buried his forehead into his book as his chef raved and ranted in front of him about the kitchen being a home to him. So much for peace and tranquility. Finally, the chef stopped for a moment to breathe, his chest heaving from the effort of his tantrum. Rufus shut his book with a snap and placed it on his desk, leaning his chin on his hands. "Are you quite finished?"
"No-I mean," the chef amended quickly as the sapphire eyes narrowed. "Yes, Zir."
"Good," the President said in a velvety voice that dripped with honey. "Then perhaps you will leave me to my reading now. I thought you french people from Rocket Town were more...how shall I put it? Brave?"
"Yes..." the chef straightened his back. He was obviously proud of his heritage. "You are most right, Zir. I should not bow down to the enemy. Like my ancestors..." he broke off and dashed to a gun hanging on the wall. "I vill shoot them!"
Rufus's eyes bulged as he shot up from his seat to stop the furious man. "NONONONONOO, YOU IMBECILE!"
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Reno looked upwards as a gunshot rang loudly from above. "What's the Prez doing? Practising his shooting?"
"I doubt it," Tseng said his eyes rolling to heaven.
"He's so childish," Elena commented as she dumped pieces of cut-up chicken into her curry stew.
*
Running a hand down his rumpled jacket and patting his tousled hair down, Rufus took a seat at the newly arranged dining table and looked at the food displayed. A couple of charred pancakes with black tendrils of smoke still rising from them, a pot of boiling curry stew with uneven pieces of meat floating like dead creatures and a bowl of inedible looking soup. All in all, only the red wine on his right looked appetizing.
"This is dinner?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"Yeah!" Elena smiled. "Try it, Sir! Especially my stew!"
Hesitantly, the young President took a sip of the curry. His face took on a horrendously greenish palor. Without a single word, he bolted for the bathroom. Reno snorted loudly in the silence. "Nice going."
"I bet your soup would've failed the test too!" Elena pouted.
"-All- your food would have failed," Tseng concluded as he appeared, carrying a plate of steaming fried rice in his hands. Rude waved his hands towards it curiously.
"Yes," the Turk leader said, setting the plate down on the table. "I fried that."
"Whoa," Reno took a whiff of the fragrance. "Smells delicious, koi."
"Of course."
Rufus came back, his face paler than usual, dabbing a handkerchief delicately across his mouth. "If you weren't my elites, I would've fired you for attempting to poison me."
Elena opened her mouth to argue but closed it at the look on her leader's face.
"Sir," Tseng pointed to his product, "You might like to try mine instead."
The President eyed his Turk suspiciously, glanced at the plate then did a double-take. "That actually looks good."
"That doesn't seem very hard as compared to the others," the dark-haired Wutain said with a smile.
"Hey!" Reno and Elena exclaimed, with the exception of Rude who seemed willing to admit that he was no professional at cooking.
After Rufus showered his top Turk with praises on his food, the other Turks settled down to dinner as well. Chewing on his rice, Reno waved his fork at his President. "What happened just now?"
"Reno, don't do that. You'll put someone's eye out," Tseng chided, pushing the redhead's hand down.
"Yes mommy," Reno said obediently, then leapt clear off his seat. "Ow! Not the foot!"
Rufus rolled his eyes then answered, "Your cooking managed to anger my chef to the extent that he wished to shoot you all. I had to sedate him with a tranquilizer."
Elena choked on her food. "Tranquilizer?!"
"He'll be up and about in..." the blond glanced at his watch. "...7 hours. Quite a high dosage, I must confess."
"Vicious," Reno told his superior, with Rude nodding in agreement.
The servants cleared the table away from the hall rapidly after their meal. Reno turned to grin at a very scared Elena. "It's your turn, 'lena."
"Don't grin like that!" she squeaked. "It's downright freaky!"
Reno widened his grin, much to his colleague's apparent discomfort. "Okay that's it!" she stuck her tongue out at Reno. "I'm taking truth!"
"I was hoping you'd take that," Reno snickered in a low voice, flashing her a sinister smile.
Elena's eyes widened. "Uh, um...can I change my choice?"
"No," Reno cackled evilly. "So tell me, 'lena, what's the hottest part of Tseng you adore?"
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Author's note:
I have returned! (laughs) I just love making Elena squirm. I'm sure you've figured that out by now. The next little part is for you Tseng/Elena fans, it's not much, but it's something. (grins)
Elena: You obviously hate my guts, don't you?
Oh, cheer up, Elena chan...
Elena: (to readers) If I were you, I wouldn't review for this!
Hey! HEY! You're not supposed to do that!
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Thank you:
Rappy29: Thank you, dear! The trip was great, shopping paradise! (grins) kind of tired of shopping though, the crowds and smoke started getting to me. . Hope you like this new chapter!
Cat Connolly: (bows) Not to worry, that particular drinking rule is coming soon. Thank you for the review! ^o^
chibilinnet: (waves) hihi again! Have Rufus and Cloud been good boys? (sees review) Uh, guess not. Rufus ought to be spanked. (Rufus: You beep woman, you!) Thank goodness for censors. _ (eyes bulge) no wait, don't destroy everything, it's updated, it really is!! Thanks for the review, btw ^_^
Ickle-Wicca-Girl: (grin) Glad you like the phobia! 'tis nice to see that the fanfic can spread joy and mayhem! (purrs) Thank you for the review!
VinnieNoNeko: Yay! A Tseng/Reno fan! (hugs) So glad to see you...yeah, there's really a shortage of stories for these two. (sniffles) Vincent is coooool! (grins) Especially his cloak. XD (backs away) Wow, vicious. Well, not to worry, there's a new chapter as you can see. Thank you for the review! ^o^
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The chef threw his head onto the ground and did a merry stamping dance on it. "Non non non! I cannot have zis! Get out! Out you amateurs!"
"Relax, old boy," Reno licked his lips as he haphazardly tossed a pinch of salt into the boiling pot of soup on the stove. "You'll blow a vessel if you don't calm down."
"Too much salt," Elena scolded as she bustled by in a gaudily pink apron, strings flying.
"What do you know?"
Rude flipped a pancake high into the air from his frying pan, a fluffy chef hat sitting crooked on his bald head. Snatching a ladle, he dipped it swiftly into Reno's soup and tasted it. Reno released an indignant yell.
"...salty," Rude blanched, spitting into the sink to rid his tongue of the soup.
"Critics, the whole lot of you," Reno snorted.
"AAAIEEE!! I cannot take zis!" shrieked the french chef, foam appearing at the side of his mouth. "My kitchen! It...it iz destroyed! It iz finished!"
Leaning against the wall, Tseng's eyes darted from the spilt flour and cracked eggshells littered on the floor, a few half-cooked pancakes stuck on the ceiling to the filthy walls speckled with curry stains courtesy of a klutz by the name of Elena. Actually, a certain redhead -did- trip her and cause her to slip...he turned to apologise to the cook but the fat, rotund man was gone.
*
Rufus buried his forehead into his book as his chef raved and ranted in front of him about the kitchen being a home to him. So much for peace and tranquility. Finally, the chef stopped for a moment to breathe, his chest heaving from the effort of his tantrum. Rufus shut his book with a snap and placed it on his desk, leaning his chin on his hands. "Are you quite finished?"
"No-I mean," the chef amended quickly as the sapphire eyes narrowed. "Yes, Zir."
"Good," the President said in a velvety voice that dripped with honey. "Then perhaps you will leave me to my reading now. I thought you french people from Rocket Town were more...how shall I put it? Brave?"
"Yes..." the chef straightened his back. He was obviously proud of his heritage. "You are most right, Zir. I should not bow down to the enemy. Like my ancestors..." he broke off and dashed to a gun hanging on the wall. "I vill shoot them!"
Rufus's eyes bulged as he shot up from his seat to stop the furious man. "NONONONONOO, YOU IMBECILE!"
*
Reno looked upwards as a gunshot rang loudly from above. "What's the Prez doing? Practising his shooting?"
"I doubt it," Tseng said his eyes rolling to heaven.
"He's so childish," Elena commented as she dumped pieces of cut-up chicken into her curry stew.
*
Running a hand down his rumpled jacket and patting his tousled hair down, Rufus took a seat at the newly arranged dining table and looked at the food displayed. A couple of charred pancakes with black tendrils of smoke still rising from them, a pot of boiling curry stew with uneven pieces of meat floating like dead creatures and a bowl of inedible looking soup. All in all, only the red wine on his right looked appetizing.
"This is dinner?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"Yeah!" Elena smiled. "Try it, Sir! Especially my stew!"
Hesitantly, the young President took a sip of the curry. His face took on a horrendously greenish palor. Without a single word, he bolted for the bathroom. Reno snorted loudly in the silence. "Nice going."
"I bet your soup would've failed the test too!" Elena pouted.
"-All- your food would have failed," Tseng concluded as he appeared, carrying a plate of steaming fried rice in his hands. Rude waved his hands towards it curiously.
"Yes," the Turk leader said, setting the plate down on the table. "I fried that."
"Whoa," Reno took a whiff of the fragrance. "Smells delicious, koi."
"Of course."
Rufus came back, his face paler than usual, dabbing a handkerchief delicately across his mouth. "If you weren't my elites, I would've fired you for attempting to poison me."
Elena opened her mouth to argue but closed it at the look on her leader's face.
"Sir," Tseng pointed to his product, "You might like to try mine instead."
The President eyed his Turk suspiciously, glanced at the plate then did a double-take. "That actually looks good."
"That doesn't seem very hard as compared to the others," the dark-haired Wutain said with a smile.
"Hey!" Reno and Elena exclaimed, with the exception of Rude who seemed willing to admit that he was no professional at cooking.
After Rufus showered his top Turk with praises on his food, the other Turks settled down to dinner as well. Chewing on his rice, Reno waved his fork at his President. "What happened just now?"
"Reno, don't do that. You'll put someone's eye out," Tseng chided, pushing the redhead's hand down.
"Yes mommy," Reno said obediently, then leapt clear off his seat. "Ow! Not the foot!"
Rufus rolled his eyes then answered, "Your cooking managed to anger my chef to the extent that he wished to shoot you all. I had to sedate him with a tranquilizer."
Elena choked on her food. "Tranquilizer?!"
"He'll be up and about in..." the blond glanced at his watch. "...7 hours. Quite a high dosage, I must confess."
"Vicious," Reno told his superior, with Rude nodding in agreement.
The servants cleared the table away from the hall rapidly after their meal. Reno turned to grin at a very scared Elena. "It's your turn, 'lena."
"Don't grin like that!" she squeaked. "It's downright freaky!"
Reno widened his grin, much to his colleague's apparent discomfort. "Okay that's it!" she stuck her tongue out at Reno. "I'm taking truth!"
"I was hoping you'd take that," Reno snickered in a low voice, flashing her a sinister smile.
Elena's eyes widened. "Uh, um...can I change my choice?"
"No," Reno cackled evilly. "So tell me, 'lena, what's the hottest part of Tseng you adore?"
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Author's note:
I have returned! (laughs) I just love making Elena squirm. I'm sure you've figured that out by now. The next little part is for you Tseng/Elena fans, it's not much, but it's something. (grins)
Elena: You obviously hate my guts, don't you?
Oh, cheer up, Elena chan...
Elena: (to readers) If I were you, I wouldn't review for this!
Hey! HEY! You're not supposed to do that!