Chapter two
'Noises'
AN: just before I begin, please don't flame me for this chapter, all flames will go to light my BBQ as the summer is here , even I don't have a clue where this idea came from, now that that's over with now I can continue with the fanfic. This is another chapter which I thought up today, the original wasn't that good so I replaced it with this. Enjoy.
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Tseng walked towards the VPs office hurriedly, he was late for his shift change for the bodyguard duty, damning himself for volunteering himself for this, and to make things worse the only other Turk on this assignment was…honestly guess who…Reno.
Stopping at the door panting, going to knock, however on hearing something he paused, his hand only an inch away from the door.
"Dear holy, right there Reno," the VP's voice groaned from the other side of the door.
Tseng froze, before rubbing his ears roughly, wondering (and hoping) that he'd heard wrong.
"My god you're so tense," Reno said quietly, causing the Wutaiian Turks face to gain a tinge of green, but however he listened on.
"Don't stop, no right there oh dear holy that's so good," Rufus moaned loudly, adding a blush to cover the green tinge on Tseng's face, there were too many mental images for one day.
"Y'know maybe the dot man could take over…hey it's his shift now, where the hell is he?" Reno said, the sound of footsteps could be heard.The Wutaiian Turk's stomach lurched violently and he ran for it. 'This is sick' was about the most coherent thought he managed as he began praying to the porcelain god.
Reno opened the office doors and peered out impatiently, the Turk boss was sure taking his sweet time for the shift change. The VP stretched and looked out the door as well.
"Damn Reno, I think you could replace my chiropractor, you've done wonders with my back," he said moving back to sit in his office/computer chair thingy. Reno looked at the VP with a smirk.
"Can I get your chiropractor's pay?" he asked grinning widely.
"No Reno," he said smirking.
Meanwhile… Tseng had puked his guts out, if only he knew the truth. (Authoress begins maniacal laugh.)
AN: so what'd you think, please review and if possible give me some advice and ideas for later chapters, btw I beg you, the readers, not to scorch me with your flame throwers, I'm a young, inexperienced authoress have mercy. I an such a tease aren't I.