Be My Guiding Light
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Hey, TigerLily's back and raring to with another chapter of this wonderful fic, go on, read and enjoy it. Please, then leave a review in the review part. Sorry about the long wait, well, new year, new… thing.
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Chapter 8
The two male Turks sat inside the lounge, drinking coffee and in Reno's case, smoking fag after fag.
"Man, she's really gonna get it in the neck. Didn't I tell her that the boss man was getting' pissed off with us being late?" He glanced over to Rude, who sat and looked at him. He heaved a sigh and walked to the coffee machine, leaving Reno to whinge a little more. "Yeah I agree, make me one too! Two sugars and no milk … man, have I got a terrible hangover." He cradled his head in his hands; memories flooding back into his head, causing it to hurt more, the pain surging throughout.
"Here," Rude said calmly, pushing the cup into Reno's hands.
"Cheers, man. I can moan in peace once more." He carefully set the cup on the table and pulled up his sleeve, looking deeply at his watch. "Where the hell is she!!? She's late!"
"You've never bothered about it before, neither has she went you're late." He glanced curious through his dark glasses, Reno's sudden gripe at Elena being late.
"Yeah, well!" he pouted; crossing his arms, but then promptly pushed it aside. "She's not the one who takes blame." He rubbed his nose and smiled. "It's my responsibility as being the leader of the Turks."
Rude arched an enquiring eyebrow, "since when have you been the leader of the Turks?"
"Since I self-appointed myself as leader."
"Self-appointed? Since when did you have…"
Seeing Rude's expression, Reno grabbed his head in his hands again, tossing and twisting.
"The pain, man! Rude, light me a fag!"
"I'm not lighting you flaming fags for you, Reno. You can do that yourself, you're not an invalid." He crossed his arms and looked away from the wining redhead.
"Rude … fag … must have."
"I'm not-"
"Hey, guys!" Elena pushed open the door and closed it behind her, walking steadily into the Turk's lounge. Watching in uncertainty at the perplexing scene that rolled itself out before her, Reno wining then suddenly jumped up and stormed towards her.
"You're late, Elena! Do you know what time it is?!"
He placed his hands on his hips and stood in front of her, his normal appearance causing less of a threat or an appeal of being authoritative. You just wouldn't assume hard work and Reno as being a pair, not anything that involves strategic thinking and clear planning. True, he did his job remarkably well and did sent a chill down a strangers back, but having to work with this man for most of the day, just made it less … willing.
"It's 7:05 by my watch, Reno. Making me only five minutes late, and that was because of my sister."
"You can't blame anyone but yourself in this line of work, Elena. You should know that by now, take your responsibilities as they are dished out."
"Huh?"
"Only then can you…" He thought for a moment. "Do something… forget it, can't remember." He threw his arms up and turned his back on the blonde, slouching further into the chair he collapsed on.
"What was that all about?" She asked hastily, confused at the same time. For a moment – only a moment – Reno made sense. "What's going on? I'm confused."
"That's not a difficult thing to do," Reno sneered quietly to himself. Fully aware that Elena stood with her hands on her hips, with an angry glare slipping off her innocent face.
"Before you lot start another argument, I'm here to give you your assignments."
They looked outside the door, which was open slightly, to see a familiar face staring back at them. Clad in his clean-cut blue suit, Reeve stood with three pieces of papers in his arms, waiting patiently for the three Turks to obey. He rubbed his nose as he walked in and individually handed the papers out.
"These are your next missions, each one is said to be an easy task – which is why you have different ones each. You will be able to read through the briefing yourselves, but I'm just going to inform you – save you from doing it." He pulled and adjusted the white shirt that poked out through the blue jacket and recalled Reno – as always – complaining about why they can't have a formal brief instead of reading one. Bring in the mater that it would be cheaper – not wasting paper and ink that would just be used as a beer mat- - eventually. "The President is out of Midgar today, that's why I'm doing this, instead of him." He looked at them before stating what they would be doing. "Reno, you are to go and help – or aid – in retrieving the Huge Materia from Corel. Rude, you are to do the same in Fort Condor. And Elena…" He watched carefully as the two men nodded quietly, and Elena holding back her excitement of being able to do another mission in such little time spaces. That way she could make up for the last mission. "… Elena, you will be sent to Junon to reform a routine inspection of the underwater reactor. There's said to be a slight hitch there."
She nodded silently, slightly upset that her mission wasn't as big as Rude or Reno's, but Reeve didn't say what the hitch was, it could turn out to be something big. She just had to hold out and take the mission as it goes, it was her job, and she couldn't expect death-defying operations all the time.
"Are there any problems with your set tasks?"
No answer.
"Good then, if you have any problems then report to either myself or Heidegger. If there is just a problem with the mission - or you decide you are unable to go ahead and accomplish it, you will have to speak with President Rufus."
He looked over the group once more before walking out the door.
"Beats sitting' round here all day."
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Hehehehe. Was that a short chap or what? Best I could do, soz fans. I really could think of anything else to put in this chap. It seemed best to leave it there.
Soz about the long wait, but I said that – not I didn't actually – well I'm saying it now.
What do you think of my made-up characters? (Even if they aren't in this chap) I'm curious
You all seem really eager to read the lemon, it's not until later, I'll try get to it as fast as I can, but until then. Hang on.
Thanks for all the reviews, I didn't expect to get this many, really I didn't. It makes me write faster.
Bye, till next time.
xxTigerLilyxx