Blood and Chocolate

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Now, to chapter 3!



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It hadn't come as a suprise when Rude woke the next morning, to find every single blind and curtain on the windows had been drawn so it was very nearly pitch black. Of course, Vincent didn't need to see where he was going, but unfortuantely for the former Turk, this Turk needed to see. So, the first thing he did was clap his hands. The lights through the loft turned on and he was gifted with a low, rumbling growl for his efforts. Without a word, Rude got up and started down the stairs. First things, first, it was time for a piss and some Goose. Great way to start a morning.



That was until he noticed the mess his living room had become. It took every ounce of control he had not to walk over and snap his guests neck. That was for sure. It looked like Reno had gone on a drunken spree and trashed the place, except, the harder he looked, the more he noted it was paper, maps, writing utensils, rulers and the like. He noticed Vincent glaring up at him from an overly large sheet of paper. He didn't bother looking at whatever the man was working on but instead, forwent his piss break to pick up the mess.



He couldn't help it. There was something about his place being dirty that got to him. Once everything was picked up and set into separate, organized piles, he turned to stare at the former Turk.



"Do not leave my home a mess." With that, he headed for the bathroom. Only to come right back out, his eyes seething and narrowd. "Are you some sort of heathen?! The least you could do is respect the fact that my house is clean. Unlike you I live here and not in a cave, and I would expect you treat my home as I would treat yours."



"Unlike you, I was working through the night. So if you have a problem with the momentary lapse in judgement, shove it Turk." With that, Vincent went right back to what he was doing. He was writing out a series of chemical formula's, drawing together likenesses from gun powders, greases and poision to find the compound that had almost killed Tseng. If he could isolate that, he would have a starting point of who manufactured the chemicle, or if it was home made. It was looking more and more like it was hand made.



Off to his left, or, had been off to his left, were a series of topigraphical drawings of the surrounding regions where the incident took place, outlinging possible vantage points, unblocked of course, that the shooter could have utalized for the shot. There were only a few that Vincent himself would have tried, so he was going to stop by them later today. But the chemical formula's were taking up more time than he thought they would. And now he was dealing with an overly neat Turk complaining about him forgetting to flush.



What the hell was the world coming too? And how the hell had Tseng put up with those two was beyond his comprehension.



The gunner was brought out of his thinking to a sound punch in the face. When he righted himself, he noted that the Turk actually looked agitated. He could honestly say he had only ever seen the man truly angry once, and from Cloud's description, it was not a pretty sight. Looking at the man now? Maybe he should have remembered to flush the damnable toilet. But that didn't mean he would apologize. As he had said before, unlike the Turk, he had been working the whole night though. And he had gotten a lot accomplished.



Ahh the blissgul silence.



"I was stuck with you just as much as you were me. If you don't like it, go back and whine to Tseng." It was not the Turk way to whine, even though Reno did it on a regular basis. Rude had never once complained about his position, his duties or the fact that he'd been stuck with Reno, and he wasn't about to start now, with something as simple as a new house guest. But the man was aggrivating. It was no wonder the guy lived alone. Hell, if Rude had to put up with his attitude problems like this on a regular basis, he would have killed him. Seriously.



But, unfortunately for him, he was now stuck with the bastard for an extended period of time. Never once in his carrier as a Turk had he wanted the company of his partner, but there must have been a first time for everything. Grabbing up his cell, he dialed the red head, garunteed to be asleep at that time of morning, and pulled his sleepy ass right out of bed. When it came to Rude calling, which he seldom did, Reno didn't ask questions.



And it wasn't but fifteen minutes later that the red head walked right into the place, slipped off his shoes and looked around. In those fifeen minutes however, a fight had obviously broke out. Rude had a busted lip and an eye that was quickly turning purple while Vincent was favoring his left side and glaring death at his partner.



" 'the fuck happened 'ere?"



"He attacked me."



"Whatd'ya do ta deserve it?" Reno propped his arms behind his head, staring between the too. "Oh, gods, what 'te fuck is that smell?" Rude glared at Vincent and the man mumbled something, stalked off towards the bathroom, and a second later, there was the sound of the toilet flushing. He even went so far as to spray some air freshener. Reno couldn't help it, the red head burst out laughing so hard he had to grab his stomach. They had gotten in a fight because the toilet hadn't been flushed? It was too fucking good! He had to sit down and put his head between his legs because he couldn't get enough air to fuel the laughter, which meant he started to breath faster and hyperventillate. When he finally got ahold of himself, Vincent was sitting on the sofa and his partner was downing a glass of Goose.



Clearing his throat, Reno stood and dusted off his ass. "So, what the fuck did ya want Rude?" His partner pointed to Vincent while putting the side of the glass against his eye.



"Here." The former Turk handed over the few pieces of paper he had compiled everything on and rested against the sofa. Reno looked over everything and handed the man back the papers.



"I'm not on this."



"What?" Rude jumped up and looked at Reno.



"Big boss has me taken over for Reeve while the man's on vaca." He hated that fact, because he hated anything to do with building shit. Not that he like mass amounts of people either, but that was remotely tolerable. Building shit? Reconstructing shit? Hell. No.



"So Tseng left us to work on it?" Vincent pointed between him and Rude.



"Ya got tha' right. He also said if you reconsider his offer, you know where ta find 'im." With that, the red head stepped into his shoes and opened the door.



"You can't leave him here Reno." The red head turned, serious face pulled to the front, and looked at his partner.



"Suck it up ya fuckin' obsessive compulsive baby. Tseng was shot cus we ain't doin' shit right. Ya got the best fuckin' shooter at yer disposal and yer fuckin' fightin' cus he ain't flush the toilet. Get yer big, black, bald head out of yer fuckin' ass. And you!" He turned to Vincent. "Stop bein' a dick wad yea? Ye might not be a Turk in business, but yer still fuckin' famous. Don' let those years of solitude cloud yer judgement." With that, he left, slamming the door in his wake.



"Do you always put up with that?" Vincent's tone was mildly curious, mostly annoyed.



"He usually doesn't use so many big words."