Fic snip - FF7 - Homecoming
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elvaron, snippety stuff...
Final Fantaay VII
Tseng/Rufus
Rated G, 547 words
Verdot had been the one to take him to the boarding school five years ago, was it too much to ask for that Verdot be the one to pick him up? It wasn't Turks business to be chauffeuring spoiled brats to and from Midgar.
Not that Tseng would have said those words aloud, or even allowed a hint of them to reflect in his face. It would have been far too unprofessional, far too insubordinate. This was the order handed down to him by his officer and he'd abide by it even if it was beneath him.
Pulling up to the school was another exercise in irritation: no one was waiting outside, even though the instructions sent ahead specified both time and place. He didn't have time for this foolishness; his desk was littered with intelligence work to be done, especially in light of the new tree-hugger environmentalist group that had appeared in Midgar, protesting the use of Mako as an energy source.
Again, he found himself quelling his own agitation and schooling himself to still-water calm as he slid out of the car and stood to wait beside it. There was no need to use that highly-polished surface to check his own appearance; he had no doubt at all that it was pin-neat, his suit without the slightest wrinkle, and his hair pulled back into a neat tail. Fortunately for his sensibilities his wait wasn't that much longer, a mere ten minutes.
But when the heir to the Shinra empire did appear, he came out through the main doors and stopped, letting the sunlight play off his bright hair and white suit. It looked rehearsed to Tseng, as if Rufus-sama was making an entrance onto a stage where the audience numbered one person. Slicking back wayward bangs the boy started down the stone steps toward him... no, Tseng had to confess that President Shinra's only son had spent the five years maturing into a young man -- and a damned handsome one at that.
"You're Tseng? Good, you're on time." The greeting was perfunctory, arrogant, oblivious to the fact that the young man himself was late. As Rufus looked up at Tseng with ice-cold blue eyes, waiting for the Turk to open the car door, it was easy to see that the exile to this school had only thickened the shell of arrogance.
Closing the door gently instead of slamming it after his charge was seated in back took only a little self-control. Taking a moment, Tseng breathed out some of his tension before climbing behind the controls, telling himself that this... this attitude of his charge was only because Rufus had been away for so long, and that it would lighten up in time.
Pulling out from the curb, he reached for a bit of small talk, "I'm sure that you'll be glad to be home...."
"Hmmmph," a world of disdain colored the nonverbal response as he cut Tseng off. "Tell me about what's going on in Shinra that's not in the news... I need to decide what department I'm going to take over."
Staring out at the road ahead of them, Tseng may not have the blood of fortune tellers in his ancestry, but he could see a wild ride unfolding ahead of them.
elvaron, snippety stuff...Final Fantaay VII
Tseng/Rufus
Rated G, 547 words
Verdot had been the one to take him to the boarding school five years ago, was it too much to ask for that Verdot be the one to pick him up? It wasn't Turks business to be chauffeuring spoiled brats to and from Midgar.
Not that Tseng would have said those words aloud, or even allowed a hint of them to reflect in his face. It would have been far too unprofessional, far too insubordinate. This was the order handed down to him by his officer and he'd abide by it even if it was beneath him.
Pulling up to the school was another exercise in irritation: no one was waiting outside, even though the instructions sent ahead specified both time and place. He didn't have time for this foolishness; his desk was littered with intelligence work to be done, especially in light of the new tree-hugger environmentalist group that had appeared in Midgar, protesting the use of Mako as an energy source.
Again, he found himself quelling his own agitation and schooling himself to still-water calm as he slid out of the car and stood to wait beside it. There was no need to use that highly-polished surface to check his own appearance; he had no doubt at all that it was pin-neat, his suit without the slightest wrinkle, and his hair pulled back into a neat tail. Fortunately for his sensibilities his wait wasn't that much longer, a mere ten minutes.
But when the heir to the Shinra empire did appear, he came out through the main doors and stopped, letting the sunlight play off his bright hair and white suit. It looked rehearsed to Tseng, as if Rufus-sama was making an entrance onto a stage where the audience numbered one person. Slicking back wayward bangs the boy started down the stone steps toward him... no, Tseng had to confess that President Shinra's only son had spent the five years maturing into a young man -- and a damned handsome one at that.
"You're Tseng? Good, you're on time." The greeting was perfunctory, arrogant, oblivious to the fact that the young man himself was late. As Rufus looked up at Tseng with ice-cold blue eyes, waiting for the Turk to open the car door, it was easy to see that the exile to this school had only thickened the shell of arrogance.
Closing the door gently instead of slamming it after his charge was seated in back took only a little self-control. Taking a moment, Tseng breathed out some of his tension before climbing behind the controls, telling himself that this... this attitude of his charge was only because Rufus had been away for so long, and that it would lighten up in time.
Pulling out from the curb, he reached for a bit of small talk, "I'm sure that you'll be glad to be home...."
"Hmmmph," a world of disdain colored the nonverbal response as he cut Tseng off. "Tell me about what's going on in Shinra that's not in the news... I need to decide what department I'm going to take over."
Staring out at the road ahead of them, Tseng may not have the blood of fortune tellers in his ancestry, but he could see a wild ride unfolding ahead of them.
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Date: 2009-07-05 02:21 pm (UTC)Otherwise, ha. Oh, Tseng. Oh, Rufus. I can totally see this happening. I especially like how Tseng is being oh-so-very-professional.
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