Second Chance
Kagura Kyo Shinra
Warning: This story has shounen-ai. So if you don't like homosexual males, you shouldn't readit.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I take no responsibility for these characters or Final Fantasy or anything except this story.
Part Two: Tseng's Pain
"This office is exactly the same, Tseng. You never change," Marie said as she lightly touched everything in Tseng's office.
"You're wrong about that, Marie. I have changed."
"Not too much, I hope," she smiled coyly.
Tseng closed his laptop and stared at her. "I don't feel the same way about you that I did back then."
"Well, maybe you'll change your mind." she wrapped some strands of his long sleek hair in her fingers.
"Listen, Marie," Tseng said, grasping her hand and pushing it away, "I was young back then. I was fascinated by your beauty, but more than that, I was fascinated by your abilities. Your fighting mesmerized me, and I wanted to reach your level. I still think about your fighting. I could never be that great."
"You still think I'm great?"
"I'm not a boy anymore. I see that you're not somebody I want to be with, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends."
"That's what you say, but I'll keep working at you, Tseng."
"Like you did back then? You could have had me back then, but you only want what you can't have. Back then, it was just a game to you . . . . Breaking my heart was just a game for you."
"Oh, Tseng, don't over analyze everything."
"You made me believe you felt more for me than you did and then left."
"You make it sound more dramatic than it was," she laughed. "You said you were young back then. Well, so was I. I liked having you follow me around like my own puppy dog, but then I didn't want to be a Turk anymore. That's all there was to it, but now that I'm older and back, perhaps we could . . ."
"I don't think so, Marie."
"We'll see," she smirked.
"You know, I used to imagine that I was strong enough to beat you, but I know that compared to you, I'm nothing," Tseng whispered.
"Don't feel bad about it," Marie said. "I haven't met many people who can beat me."
"Yeah," Tseng sighed and stood up. "I'll be back. I need to remind Elena of something about our mission."
"Okay, I'll wait here," she said.
She watched him leave, and when he had closed the door, pulled out her cell-phone. Humming to herself, she selected a number off her speed-dial and waited.
"Hello?" a man's voice asked over the phone.
"It's me."
"I was wondering if you were going to call. Are you in? Did Rufus let you join?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm back. Just another Turk as far as they're concerned."
"What about the other Turks? Will they be a problem?"
"The two newer ones are morons. They'll miss everything. Rude never trusted me, so he'll be a problem. And Tseng . . . Well, soon I'll have Tseng eating out of my hand again."
"So, you'll be able to get all the information we need without the Turks stopping you?"
"Oh, it won't be a problem. The Black Death will be triumphant. But I should go now before Tseng comes back."
"Call me later."
"Alright, talk to you then."
She closed the phone and slid it back into her purse just as Tseng walked back into the office.
"I knew she'd forget . . ." he mumbled. "Elena's a bit of a scatter brain. Did you keep yourself busy?"
"Oh," she mused. "I would say that I definitely did."
To be continued . . .