A/N: I'm back! YAY! And there is more Reno pranks in this chapter. I have decided to place at least place or mention 1-2 pranks in every chapter of this story XD This chapter is dedicated to Mystic, because I had actually uploaded the chapter the same day as the first one, then my internet bombed out... So I didn't get to post... Here it is! XD Have fun and review please! XD

Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII: AC nor the characters! They're not mine… if they were… Sephiroth would be… nah, I should just let you guess XD

Disasters

Chapter 2: Ready For Round Two?

At 7 sharp the next morning, Reno sat in Rufus' office waiting for the president to show up. A minute later, the sound of Rufus' wheelchair could be heard entering the office. Reno turned to see Rufus infuriated as a wet cat, litterally. The president of Shinra inc., was soaking wet, towel drying his hair, with another towel drapped over his shoulders.

"What happened, boss?" Reno asked innocently, pretending not to know of his little tweaking of the sprinkler system.

"You know what happened, Reno! Did you not think that I would know who tweaked the second to last faucet in the restroom to make the sprinklers go off when you turned it on?!" Rufus pulled out his shot gun aiming it at Reno's head. Reno's eyes widened hearing the cock, to make sure it was loaded and dodged the first bullet, that hit the wall across the room. He ran out of the office and slammed the door, just as another gunshot echoed throughout the floor as another bullet was planted into the oak.

The 3 other Turks watched Reno run down the hall to the safety of his office like a mouse trying to flee a hungry cat. Elena looked up to Tseng and Tseng looked at Rude, who shrugged.

"I don't know what he did." Elena sighed.

"I'll go check with the president…" She offered walking down the hall to Rufus' office with her purse. She felt that she might need it. Rufus sat in his wheelchair, pissed off to high hell while attempting to dry his hair and clothing to save himself from embarrassment.

"Mr. President, may I step in?" Elena's voice asked outside his office door. He didn't need to have his Turks see him like this, so he remained silent.

"President Shinra…?" Elena asked opening the door cautiously. She knew better than to laugh when she was Rufus soaking wet.

"Don't say a word, Elena." He warrned the young blond. Rufus laid his shot gun on the desktop in silence. Elena looked at the floor, trying to think of something to help Rufus, then it hit her. She looked up to the drenched Rufus Shinra with an idea.

"I can save you from humiliation, sir." He looked up to her, almost hopeful that she spoke the truth. Elena set her purse on his desk, opened it and dug around for a small red hair dryer. Then searched for an elecrical outlet.

"What are you doing?" Rufus asked watching the Turk test the temperature of the air, then took out a comb and laid both items on his desk.

"Would you let me dry your hair? It'll be faster than towel dry, sir." Elena stated quietly, as she removed the soaked towels from his head and shoulders.

"How long would it take?"

"Three minutes." Normally, Rufus wouldn't let a woman be so close to him physically. Especially not emotionally. That was the last thing he needed. Elena was just being a savior.

"Fine, but no tugging too hard."

"Yes, sir." Elena picked up the hair dryer and comb, turning it on and combing through the tangled locks of hair while drying each section individually. He would never let himself admit that he almost liked the feeling of Elena working with his hair. And she didn't tug, like he asked her not to.

"How'd you learn to do this?" Rufus asked as she worked with drying the under layer of hair.

"I have a degree in cosmotology. I wanted to be a hair dresser before the Turks. But my father wanted me to follow my sister's footsteps. I thought you would've known." Elena blushed slightly, wondering what the reason could be for his sudden curiosity.

If it were Reno, she wouldn't answer, but this was Rufus Shinra. You had to answer and quickly.

"You could've followed that dream. It's something you're good at and you like it, correct?" Rufus asked as Elena finished up.

"I guess… But that was 3 years ago. Since then, I've accepted my role as a Turk so I can't complain. My father wanted me to follow the family line working inside Shinra, so I obeyed." She unplugged the hair dryer and stuck it back inside her purse with her with her comb, then pulled out a compact mirror.

"Finished." Elena handed the mirror to him.

"You're good." He shivered slightly, remembering that his clothing was still soaked from Reno's prank. Meanwhile, Reno was in his office reading a book called 101 Ways To Get Kicked Out of Wall Market. Some of the ideas he deemed worthy, and decided to try them for fun and the others he thought were too easy.

"Sir, I hate to say this… But if you don't change clothing soon you'll catch a cold or the flu." Elena said timidly, silenly praying that Rufus wouldn't yell at her or send a bullet through her head between the eyes. She squinted as she thought that he was cocking his shot gun, but didn't hear it fire. Instead heard the jingle of keys and looked up cautiously. Rufus was holding out a keychain with various keys and a materia shard on it as a charm.

"This key is to my home. Take a change of clothing from my wardrobe and nothing else, understood?" Rufus asked, laying the keychain in her hand with one key that stood out from the rest. Which was obviously his house key.

"Yes, sir." Elena said blushing brightly as her hand closed around the keys.

"Good. You have 10 minutes, starting when you leave the building and you have my permission to ignore traffic laws for the time being since it is an emergency." He said letting the keychain freefall against her hand. He knew she was nothing like Reno and never wasted precious time. She looked at her watch. Closing in on 8:00.

"Understood." Emplyees started showing up at 9:00, including Scarlet. Who would be more than willing to himuliate Rufus along with Heidegger. Elena ran out of Rufus' office with her purse, closing the door behind her and racing down the hallway. Precious time could not be wasted. Not in the least.