Be My Guiding Light
A Final Fantasy VII
by Tokigami
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII. All characters and ideas belong to Square.
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Lady Leizel; thanks for the encouragement, that's exactly what I need. THANK YOU! I still want those earrings… post them
Lord Cirenmas: THANK YOU!
Mizah: If you actually read the fic you'd know it takes place BEFORE Rufus dies! Have you even read the fic or just read the summary? Word of advice, friend, looks can be deceiving… never judge a fic by it's summary… one more thing… Elena loves Cloud? What the Fuc-? 00!
Just to clear where this takes place in the game: after the WEAPONS have been realised, the huge materia hasn't been collected yet, Tifa and co have just escaped on the Highwind and are headed for Mideel.
Chapter 2
She turned away from him so that he would be unable to see the bright shade of red she was turning. However, by her turning away she could not see the sly smile that slowly crept upon his face, the smile of satisfaction, the smile that said he would get what he wanted, the smile of Rufus Shinra, President of Shinra Inc.
"I don't lie, you know."
"Umm." The more she felt his cool eyes pierce her, the more nervous she became. She wanted to clear her mind, rid herself of those troublesome thoughts of Tseng and how he died. She wanted to relax her mind, stimulate it. She wanted to distract herself from him, she wanted to work, do her job and not just be a lackey. Yes, she was unable to stop Cloud. Yes, she wanted another try at it. And yes, she wanted to get back at him, make his pay for what he did to Tseng.
Rufus could tell that with every word he said and every look her gave, Elena became increasingly nervous. It did give him that small peace of mind; he did what he set out to do, despite it being a complete spur of the moment decision for him. A lot had happened since his father died. He still despised the old man and saw there was no other way for it to be. His father hardly noticed he was alive anyway. Rufus was just the small child that got in the way, as the deceased president liked to phrase it. He didn't care about his family, he was never there. He never saw his son grow up; he was never there for his birthday or any other day. He was either at Shinra or in that Honey Bee Inn in Wall Market. It wasn't until his mother died that he saw less of his father, and if he did he just brought back another whore … another one of the sluts from the Honey Bee. He hated the ex President, the poor excuse for a father, the old man. He deserved what he got. It was about time that he was stabbed in the back. Ha, the irony continues. Rufus could have killed him himself from the moment he brought back the first whore, only days after his mother passed away. What kind of person does that! Was it his strange way of showing that he missed her or just his way of proving that he was a pathetic lowlife? Whatever it was… Rufus still hated him, even in death he did.
He found it somewhat typical, being left to finish off his father's dirty work; he was left a body of a big fat President. What could you possible do with that? He could have easily have had the old man chopped him into pieces and sent them to each and every whore he had ever laid eyes on. Still, it wasn't worth it. Cremation was the best option, at least that way his body wouldn't have to take up anything.
He slowly stood again and walked around behind his desk looking out of the window. His hands were behind his back and his eyes were locked on the remaining sectors of Midgar. He remained the same as when she first stepped into his office, just starring out of the window.
Elena looked on at Rufus, his unexpected and rather sudden behaviour change. One minute he was being a complete charmer and now, just as if it were another, as if he was in the room and alone, not acknowledging anything that was going on in the building itself, just the slums. She pondered slightly as to what he could be glaring at through the refuse and rummage of the slums. She couldn't even begin to imagine what could be going through the young President's mind at that very moment. It amazed her that he was so different, but yet so similar to the way his father worked. He wanted to rule with fear and not with money, but all the money he had used to achieve his goal, it was almost ironic. His intensions were good, it just depends on how you looked at them, and his intensions were set for the people of Midgar.
"They just sit there in their cosy homes, hardly a care in the world. As long as Shinra are around then nothing can go wrong." He turned and looked at her. "That's how a lot of the people think nowadays and in the past, ever since Shinra Inc. came into business - into power. All the promises that were said, and a lot of them my father couldn't, or rather, didn't intend on keeping. As long as he was in control, as long as he was the one dishing out the orders around… he never cared for anyone but himself, only a shame that no one figured him out sooner. Look where he ended up!" He looked her straight in the eye. "They hardly know what their lives will become, whether they'll live or survive. Only after the WEAPONS were realised did they panic… but they still depend on us… as they always have." His voice was quieter, but didn't lose concern.
"Shinra were there to shape the lives and future of many. Promises have been made, and many have been kept. True, people do rely on Shinra and Mako energy, some don't… but. Well, sir, if people can't put their hopes and trust into Shinra, then who can they turn to? AVALANCHE!" she spat her last words, filled with anger.
He smiled and laughed lightly; both shared the same feelings for AVALANCHE, both fuelled with a hidden hate for the small band of mercenaries.
"Shinra's future is the world's future… hmm, that didn't sound half bad. I might just put that on the notice board… weekly phrase," he said, more to himself this time.
He strolled around her, out of sight, but not out of mind. She turned to catch a glance of where he was, but soon stopped as she felt his firm hands grasp lightly onto her shoulders and began to rub. Slowly, softly, smoothly
She reluctantly began to give in to him; she had loosened up, but not completely. She almost hated to admit that she was enjoying the feeling she was getting from him, his hands on her peach soft. The blonde Turk closed her eyes, letting him work as he spoke mellifluously to her.
The young President smiled as he felt her ease. All the worries she bore swiftly floated away, never to return. The troubles of work, the troubles of Tseng and the troubles of him, none were set present. Her coyness dissolved into the midnight sky, the star filled air.
He softly and slowly kissed her neck as his hands moved further down from where they were. He carefully and leisurely began to undo the top four buttons.
She tried her hardest to resist her urge, finding it more and more demanding with each thought. His words were sweet and hands soft to the touch. He knew just the right things, the exact right things to please her, just the small way.
He tilted her head carefully to one side and continued to deliver small; pleasurable butterfly kisses, slowly making his way down to the collarbone. She moaned lightly when she felt his hand slide down into her blouse.
It was only then did she realise, and only then did she admit to herself that she never wanted to give in to Rufus' charms. She was asked only to deliver an oral report, not more. Thoughts ran though her mind, overweening, overruling, overbearing thoughts. She knew what she had to do; it was just having both the courage and strength to go ahead and do what it was she wanted to. She was confused as to whether she wanted to stop or not, she savoured what she felt and endured what was given…
She shook her head and placed her hand on his, to stop him from proceeding in what he was doing. She deliberately averted his glare in fear of what she would see in his eyes, in fear of what would come next. She could feel that he wanted her to look at him, but she just didn't have the will to do so. Would she lose her job? He was the boss, the one who held the key to her future.
He gently cupped her chin and made her look at him.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" His words were convincing and almost sincere. He didn't want to force her, he wanted to charm her, but unfortunately his charms weren't working on this one… so he tried the next best thing.
He hazel eyes widened as she looked at him with sheer horror, pure horror. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, how? How could he possibly think anything like that? She hadn't done anything, not that she could remember, the odd glance or two. She had to admit, he was dashing with those dark blue eyes and those strawberry-blond locks of his, but still, it wasn't an easy way of saying sleep with me.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
The words ran straight though her, straight to her heart, straight to her head. Was this what he really thought of her? A slut? A whore? A quick fuck in the evening? She was none of those things, she was calm, collect.
He saw the hurt look in her eyes; he almost felt sympathy for the young Turk.
"I mean…" He looked at her as he walked in front. "You come into my office with a report that isn't due in until tomorrow, and it's a little late to be trying to earn overtime… isn't it?" His words were harsh and he lost that kind, sincere tone.
"What?" she screeched, standing up and looking directly at him. "Scarlet told me that they were urgently needed for tonight!" She didn't know who to be angry with more. Rufus or Scarlet?
"Do you really think that I need the briefing for a meeting that doesn't start for another two days? I've been informed about the last mission failure. Why do you think that I met up with Cloud and crew in the Crater, because I felt like having an idle chit-chat with a swarm of mosquitoes?"
"But!" she tried to argue back, but could hardly fit a word in edge way.
"I don't need a lecture from one of my employees or have you forgotten who is in charge around here? Have you forgotten who pays your wages? Have you forgotten who can have you fired and working back in a small tacky diner in Wall Market faster than you can say Chocobo?"
She cringed at his words and mainly at his tone, the quickly changed attitude. She just gave up trying to defend herself, she knew that she couldn't fight back against Rufus, she be fired most likely.
Rufus calmed when he notice her wince, that made him genuinely feel sorry for her, he didn't mean or set out to upset her, but that's what he was doing, and doing a brilliant job too.
"Elena," he sighed, gently making her look at him. "Don't mock me, don't turn the tables. I know what I'm talking about and know what I say… if you say what you claim to be is true, and then I have no other choice but to believe you, but in future it would be highly recommendable if-"
He never got to finish off what he was saying. Elena leaned forward quickly and prised her lips onto his.
End of Chapter 2