Be My Guiding Light
Well, well well… what do we have here? Like to inform you all that I'm back with yet again another chappie into this small, yet growing fic.
I'd like to thank all the people have reviewed and given advice.
Thanks Sasammi and Bexi… great help… really I mean it. You picked out that HUGE problem with the chap. Thanks.
Next chap.
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Chapter 4
He slowly walked down the flight of stairs and walked around the floor. His mind was elsewhere, stuck between Elena and the missing notes.
"I'm not getting anywhere," he sighed, stopping straight where he was.
He shot glances to the evening office staff, cleaners clearing up every last speck of dust. Security guards pacing up with nothing but a stern face and weapon in hand. He leant back on the cold white wall and closed his ice blue eyes for a moment.
"Is it so hard to fulfil a set task?" He sighed, considering the fact that the whole report was about the locations and the new weapon that Shinra were creating… but the locations for the power sources were no where to be seen. It was up to them to get rid of Sephiroth and Meteor, it was Cloud's fault in the first place… acting all strange and weird, well in Rufus' opinion.
He listened carefully to the noises that filled his ears, mainly light footsteps of the security guards scouring the whole floor. Rhythmic bleeps of the high-tech security system. The building was never safer, what with all the guards; it was so unbelievable that the building was so heavily guarded. There really wasn't much reason for the upper floors to be guarded; no one had access to them unless they had a special key card. The bottom floors were guarded, and if they did the job professionally and respectively, there is no reason for the upper guards. Still, there might be the occasional group who feel they can over-power Shinra, but the last attack was AVALANCHE. Rushing in and making a big scene, killing hundreds of soldiers, not to mention the bill for the fixing of the Shinra sign, all the armour and weapons that were stolen and the theft of the Shinra car and bike! The windows… least Shinra could do was rid the word of that vermin… which was proving to be a larger problem than expected.
"Wait a minute!" His eyes shot open as he questioned himself about the report. "Why on earth was Elena doin' a report on Weaponry and the huge materia, when I specifically asked Scarlet to do it?" He crossed his arms. "I asked her to do that so she would leave me alone! It's bad enough with her pathetic attempts to get the company, via me and her horrendous cackle. She's almost as bad as fat bastard and his stupid horse laugh… why do I still have them working for me? I could have fired them… too expensive to find replacements. One day of peace would be grand, just one day…"
"I hate zose Turks!" An accent filled voice echoed throughout the floor, full of anger and annoyance. "Zhey so messy! I clean, an' clean, an' clean! An' for vat?!"
He sniggered slightly at the cleaner's rage filled voice.
Poor thing
She walked out of the Turk's office and back again, dragging with her a small red vacuum cleaner and an orange mob and bucket. Not to mention several yellow clothes hanging out of the blue and white apron. Her hair was tied up with an old rag like cloth wrapped around her head.
"I clean ze whole building from head to toe… and zis is my vorst nightmare." The room was opened by a small black bucket full of soapy water and yellow clothes. "So messy and it's not even as messy as usually! Why they mess, I don't know! I clean zis room twice a day. Ze building is cleaner zan zis one room!"
He found it extremely amusing to see this small woman running around in frenzy, complaining about how disorganized and shambolic the Turks are.
"Aye!" She shuffled around the room with a pink feather duster, curing at all the papers on the floor and coffee mugs cluttering up the table. She grunted in frustration and threw the duster down onto the chair. She was so enraged that she didn't notice the young President, leaning in the doorway, laughing at her.
She screeched again.
"Marie cleans up after them, dusts, clears cups and plates, vacuums, washes! Even fumigate ze place so it doesn't smell of ashtray, and vat they do!? Throw paper on floor- vat is zis?" She bent down and picked up two pieces of paper and began to read. "Aye, huge materia? Blueprints for new electronic guards?" She huffed. "Maybe make new electronic cleaner with patients to clean up after god damn Turks! Marie retire happy if do!"
She turned.
"Better in bin than floor!"
Rufus suddenly stopped his fit of laughter and rushed to the cleaner.
"Marie don't!"
She turned to look at the voice; the President looked like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Prezident Rufus?"
"Don't throw those documents away; they are extremely vital to our next operation." He brushed down his white coat and regained his composure.
"As long as not on floor, Marie doesn't care vat do vith!"
She slammed the papers down onto the table and huffed out of the office, still cursing the Turks.
He raised his eyebrows as he watched her scurry away.
"Thanks!" He shouted carelessly, picking up the documents. "Maybe I should take her words seriously and replace all the cleaners in this building with mechanically produced machines. One's that don't get too aggressive, because I'm pretty sure that last comment would have been worse if the old bat didn't scurry away."
He folded the papers and shoved them in his jacket pocket. He went to flick the switch off what he caught sight of Elena's navy jacket lying on the back of the chair. He sniggered as he picked it up.
"Take it I scared her away so fast she left her jacket behind."
He looked down as he picked up the jacket delicately, as if it were fragile. His mind rushed back as he smiled deviously.
"It would be very un-gentleman like of me not to return it to the lady."
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Elena walked out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a long sleeved baggy shirt and a towel wrapped tightly around her hair. He mind was cleansed of all thought after a long soak in the bath, 2 hours in a tube of herbal filled water is enough to rid anyone of thought.
She opened the door and walked into her room. She softly pressed a button on a silver remote and the whole room was filled with beaty music. She threw herself down on the bed and began to towel dry her hair until she was completely satisfied that every strand was dry. She smiled, listening to her music whilst she ran the soft bristle brush through her soft locks. She grabbed a golden clip from the wooden bed-side table and pulled two pieces of hair from the sides and clipping them down.
She left the music playing as she walked downstairs and though the living room to the kitchen. She flicked on a small red lamp to give off more light and continued into the kitchen.
"Hi," came a soft voice.
She screamed in fright, wishing she had her gun, but had to make do with the nearest object… a lamp.
"W- what the fuck are doin' here?!?!" She yelled in anger.
Rufus held up a set of keys, still browsing though her CD collection.
"I came to prosecute you for the improper use of office equipment," he sneered sarcastically. "I came to return your jacket."
She shot her young boss an evil glare as she stormed over and snatched the keys off him. The shock of finding her boss in her house was enough to make her as angry, yet still cautious.
"No need to snatch," he crossed his arms, peering over at her. "Is that the thanks I get for coming outta my way, just to return your jacket?"
She purposely ignored his sarcastic and snide remarks as she began to skim over her keys, checking each and everyone carefully. She looked at him, then back down at the keys. Willingly she put the lamp back down on the table.
"There's a key missing!"
"Oh?" He tilted his head and smiled sweetly. "You mean this?"
He opened his palm flat, and there lay a long thick silver key, quite beat looking, but still fine nonetheless. She went to grab the key, but failed miserably.
"I said before," he teased, "I came to prosecute you for the improper use of office equipment."
He slowly opened his hand again and swayed the key in front of her face.
"This, my dear Elena, is a key to the Shinra vending machines… is it not?"
"Umm, well," she hesitated.
"Not only that, a key that shares the same purpose for the armoury. Specially crafted and well made too." He looked at the key in dept and nodded. "You see." He stepped closer to her. "SOMEBODY has been emptying all the machines and selling the contents for over ¾ of the fixed price rate… and not just to Shinra employees."
She scrunched up her sleeves and bit her lip. She instantly knew that Rufus was talking about Reno's like 'get rich quick' scheme. She had nothing to do with it, if anything she was against it… but here she was, about to get the blame. She didn't approve of it in the first place, but she wasn't about to go and blab about it, she actually for until he tried to sell her some hard crystal bangles from the armoury.
"Started his own little 'black marketing' scheme has he?" His voice was serious and he slowly sat on the blue chair. "Hmm, what to do?"
Don't fire me… pleassseeee don't fire me
"I could dock your pay." He looked around at the painting on the wall of a large black and white cat. "Or I could just simply fire you."
He glanced over at her, noticing she was quivering. Pulling on the long sleeves and looking dazed at him.
I can't believe he came all this way… just to fire me. Why couldn't he have done that at the office?
She sighed, staring at the blue carpeted floor. It wasn't until she heard the sound of him laughing that she snapped out of her daze like stance. She arched an eyebrow, tapping her foot. He was just sitting there, laughing. She couldn't believe haw frustrated he was making her.
"What's so funny!?" Her outburst wasn't unexpected, but not impactful enough to stop him.
"You take everything so seriously, don't you?" he smiled. "You need to lighten up."
"WHAT!?"
She hardly knew what to do… was she a Turk still or not?
"You have some nerve Rufus Shinra! Pulling a stunt like that… and under my roof!!"
He just waved and grinned.
"Only sugar and all things nice at work I see?"
She lowered her arms and looked at him.
"Still, what you did was uncalled for."
"I agree it was unnecessary… but extremely amusing."
"What's funny about breaking into someone's house in the middle of the night?!!" She shouted and threw herself down onto the double setter sofa, softly hugging a large, light blue, plump pillow. She calmed herself as much as she could, but still felt herself boiling up.
He has some nerve, coming into my house like that! I should report him for breaking and entering… that'll be fun.
She glanced over at him and instantly noticed what he was looking at. She hastily threw the pillow aside and rushed upstairs. She forced the door open and grabbed a pair of grey pants, putting them on.
"I can't believe he did that… he's male though, what do you expect?"
She let out a sigh of frustration before walking down stairs to face him again. She placed her hand on the railing as she slowly walked down, but only reached half way when she noticed him rutting through her stuff.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"You don't half watch and listen to some shit. You know that, don't you?" He said calmly, holding up Moulin Rouge (I've noticed that most lads I know hate that film… say it's a load of crap, nothing but a girly flick.) and the soundtrack.
She clenched her fists tight, causing her knuckles to go white. She tried to stay calm with him, really she did. But it's hard to stay that calm when someone like him is rutting through her stuff and insulting him.
"Look, you came all this way, broke into my house, insult the things I like!!" She stormed over to him. "Are going to fire me or what!?"
He sniggered and placed his hand on his chin. He smiled, responding to her question.
"Hmm, no, not really," he teased.
"Then get out!!" She pointed towards the door, her voice filled with annoyed anger.
"This is what I get for bringing you jacket round…"
"OUT!!" She couldn't tolerate this anymore; he was being to irritating for his own good.
He walked over, laughing as he opened the door. Her acting as if she had authority over him.
"Later," he said, softly swiping her cheek with his finger, hearing the door slam shut seconds after. He walked away from the house, still laughing to himself.
"That man!" She yelled after slamming the door.
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That last part had to be chanced for the better… so hope you liked it better than before (that's if you read it before.)
I want them both to be happy… but happy ends are hard to find in my little head… this fic is far from over, and I still have a lemon to write.
Reno and Rude will be in the next chap and we can see more of Scarlet and fat bastard (that's what I call him… and the other characters too *heh*) Wonder what Rufus plans to do bout Reno's 'black marketing' scheme? Wonder.
Soz bout the accent… I'm not good at writing them, so you get the drift. Review and the next chap will be up soon.
Bye.
xxTigerLilyxx