Chapter Ten

Painful Retribution

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Elena was twitching, her left eye and right fist to be exact, for she was facing one of the very banes of her existence, who I would have to say was looking very smug, which dissolved into snickering…then laughing…then full blown hyper ventilation hilarity rolling on the floor. Elena, for lack of better words, was not a happy bunny, no she was ready to rip said bunny's head off and ram it down the red-head's throat.

Probably for good reason, her hair was some ungodly shade of green, and I'm not talking about the nice green on the t-shirt or top that you would wear out to dinner or something, I'm on about the kind of hi-lighter green that glows, yes glows. You would think that things wouldn't or couldn't get any worse, well it rained that morning and her umbrella got blown away, leaving her looking like a green and black drowned cat as she entered the coffee lounge on the Turk floor, from there, well you could definatly say that her suspicions had almost immediately been confirmed as soon as she walked through the door.

For a few seconds she stood at the door, wishing and hoping that the floor would open up and swallow the red-head into the fiery depths of hell and guess again…things got worse, it really wasn't her day. It was then that Tseng, Rude and Rufus decided to stroll in, it was fair to say that she was scundered, being both stared at and laughed at but that quickly morphed into righteous fury, she turned and stormed toward the door causing Reno to stand up.

"Awww c'mon 'Lena , I was only jokin' with ya," he panted between laughs, she froze and spun around, she was smirking, that was bad. She patted her pockets and pulled out a materia orb, effectively stopping the laughter in the room.

"Mini," she spoke, just loud enough for the other people in the room to hear, Reno went pale and attempted to do a runner…a sharp whimper of pain later he was clutching his…what's the word I'm after here…assets, that'll do, so he crumpled to the floor, Rufus turned a faint ting of green, Tseng visibly winced and took an involuntary step backwards, and Rude, well he just acted like Rude should (hey that rhymes), calm and stoic on the outside…on the inside, well lets just say that the reasonable voice in his head was telling him to bolt for it but his image was telling him to stay calm, a short scuffle ensued, image won and reason was tied up. And left to rot.

Silence reigned, it was almost deafening to the men in the room, yet not one of them dared to ask the golden question…well as one of them didn't have reason on his side that left him.

"Elena…" Rude paused, thinking of a way to word this without, well y'know…gah I give up I'm sure you people have good imaginations, "…what did you cast mini on?"

Elena smirked, it was scary…she turned to face her fellow Turks, and Vice President and grinned, you could've swore Reno had possessed the poor girl, well before she answered that is.

"His boxers, and trust me next time I won't be as nice," she gave a sadistic glare that Tseng could be proud of and stalked out of the room, next on the list…get to office and kill anyone who gets in way.

They waited until she left the coffee lounge until breathing a loud sigh of relief, looking down at Reno before looking at each other.

"That was harsh," Rufus said quietly.

"I agree but he did kinda deserve it," Tseng replied.

"-," Rude added.

"That's a great idea, drinks it is, c'mon." Rufus said cracking his knuckles.

So the three of them upped and left Reno, in pain on the ground.