MORE Final Fantasy Seven: Texts from Last Night
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,097
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Don’t own anything with Final Fantasy 7 Unvierse or from the TFLN website, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Disgust
Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues
(Texts from Last Night)
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Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: "I want to tell you about my weekend…"
Warning: Rufus gets in real trouble. Abuse of substance, again.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Tseng and Rufus with mention of Reno.
POV: Tseng
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DISGUST
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"I need an explanation," Tseng said briskly into his phone. He tried to keep the anger out of his tone but knew he was failing.
The reports and pictures in front of him told him what had happened, but he wanted to hear it straight from Rufus. This was not what they had discussed when he trusted the boy on the trip to Costa Del Sol without him.
He already got a full explanation from Reno about what had happened. Reno was lucky that he was still out of town. Tseng was quite angry that Reno had failed at his job. He had already made arrangements that the redhead would be placed on guard duty in the labs to teach him a lesson for encouraging Rufus' outrageous behaviour. He would have to send Rude down with the pesky redhead to ensure that he didn't cause any more trouble. Tseng didn't trust anyone else in keeping Reno in line.
~I should have known better~
"I am sure you have already heard," Rufus' voice was slow and tired-sounding. From the activities that he observed in the pictures and the report of damage, Tseng was certain that Rufus hadn't slept the whole time he was there.
Tseng already had arrangements made to put Rufus into another rehab program and to ensure that the boy didn't become addicted to the white powder to which Reno had introduced him. He was not pleased to deal with a new addiction issue. It was hard enough to deal with him sneaking alcohol on a regular basis, now he had to worry about harder drugs getting into his system.
"I want to hear it from you," Tseng said into the phone. He was gripping it impossibly tight as he was looking at a picture of the Vice-President in the lap of a strange man. The boy-toy was wearing no shirt and had long, dark straight hair. Rufus was attached to the man's neck and had one of his hands in the front of the stranger's pants. The same picture showed Reno doing the same to a young blond, athletic woman behind the Vice-President.
"Fine." Rufus sounded a little nervous. There was nothing the boy could keep hidden from him for long. "I will tell you about my weekend when I return." Tseng could hear the shaky breath and hear his voice quake. "This way, I can see your look of judgment and disgust in person."
"Your transport will be there soon. I will be awaiting you in your quarters," Tseng said sharply and flipped his phone shut. He put his elbows on his desk and rested his head in his hands. He looked at the pictures and knew he would have to destroy before his father saw them. He spent a lot of time ensuring that the President did not know the antics of his son.
He was not sure how much longer he would be able to protect him if he kept this self-destructive attitude. He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed the pictures of Rufus' playmate - which he already had dispatched - and tossed it into the shredder that would be sent to the incinerator later.
"What ever I am going to do with you?" he whispered as he looked at the last picture that showed Rufus sitting quite nicely at a table and talking with Reno; a picture that showed him relaxed and showing hints of a man that he could become if he would just quit this silly behaviour.
"If you would only grow up."
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"I want to tell you about my weekend in person so I can see your look of judgment and disgust." Full inspirational text from the TFLN website
(Texts from Last Night)
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Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: "I want to tell you about my weekend…"
Warning: Rufus gets in real trouble. Abuse of substance, again.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Tseng and Rufus with mention of Reno.
POV: Tseng
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DISGUST
---------------------------------------------------------
"I need an explanation," Tseng said briskly into his phone. He tried to keep the anger out of his tone but knew he was failing.
The reports and pictures in front of him told him what had happened, but he wanted to hear it straight from Rufus. This was not what they had discussed when he trusted the boy on the trip to Costa Del Sol without him.
He already got a full explanation from Reno about what had happened. Reno was lucky that he was still out of town. Tseng was quite angry that Reno had failed at his job. He had already made arrangements that the redhead would be placed on guard duty in the labs to teach him a lesson for encouraging Rufus' outrageous behaviour. He would have to send Rude down with the pesky redhead to ensure that he didn't cause any more trouble. Tseng didn't trust anyone else in keeping Reno in line.
~I should have known better~
"I am sure you have already heard," Rufus' voice was slow and tired-sounding. From the activities that he observed in the pictures and the report of damage, Tseng was certain that Rufus hadn't slept the whole time he was there.
Tseng already had arrangements made to put Rufus into another rehab program and to ensure that the boy didn't become addicted to the white powder to which Reno had introduced him. He was not pleased to deal with a new addiction issue. It was hard enough to deal with him sneaking alcohol on a regular basis, now he had to worry about harder drugs getting into his system.
"I want to hear it from you," Tseng said into the phone. He was gripping it impossibly tight as he was looking at a picture of the Vice-President in the lap of a strange man. The boy-toy was wearing no shirt and had long, dark straight hair. Rufus was attached to the man's neck and had one of his hands in the front of the stranger's pants. The same picture showed Reno doing the same to a young blond, athletic woman behind the Vice-President.
"Fine." Rufus sounded a little nervous. There was nothing the boy could keep hidden from him for long. "I will tell you about my weekend when I return." Tseng could hear the shaky breath and hear his voice quake. "This way, I can see your look of judgment and disgust in person."
"Your transport will be there soon. I will be awaiting you in your quarters," Tseng said sharply and flipped his phone shut. He put his elbows on his desk and rested his head in his hands. He looked at the pictures and knew he would have to destroy before his father saw them. He spent a lot of time ensuring that the President did not know the antics of his son.
He was not sure how much longer he would be able to protect him if he kept this self-destructive attitude. He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed the pictures of Rufus' playmate - which he already had dispatched - and tossed it into the shredder that would be sent to the incinerator later.
"What ever I am going to do with you?" he whispered as he looked at the last picture that showed Rufus sitting quite nicely at a table and talking with Reno; a picture that showed him relaxed and showing hints of a man that he could become if he would just quit this silly behaviour.
"If you would only grow up."
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"I want to tell you about my weekend in person so I can see your look of judgment and disgust." Full inspirational text from the TFLN website