Don't Play with Fire (Turks FF7)

10) Junon

"Geeze! Did you get into a fight with someone or something?!" Elena gushes, studying my face. I scowl at her and step around the shorter blonde, ignoring Tseng's questioning eyebrow and unsuccessfully stepping around Rude. The big man settles a hand on my shoulder, the slight pressure sending a jolt down to my bullet wound and making me wince terribly while jerking away from the touch.

"What happened?" He asks quietly. I shake my head, forcing down a grimace at the terrible throbbing.

"Nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

"Rude, just let it go," I snap, glaring at him. He tosses a look at Tseng and my @-%+-#+% uncle nods toward his office.

"In there. Now." Frickety frackle cakes... Annoyed, I stomp after him. Keep your mouth shut. "What did you do this time?"

"What're you talking about?" I cross my arms.

"What did you do to annoy Rufus this time?"

"Nothing."

"Are you telling me that he just shot and struck you for no reason?"

"How did you..?"

"Marx."

"Well how did he know?!" I throw my hands in air.

"Were we not supposed to?"

"No!"

"And why not?"

"He..." I shake my head. "Just wanted to force his 'fear plan' on me. I'm fine."

"You don't look f..."

"Since when does it matter to you?" I cut him off, opening the door. "Just don't mention anything to him."

The next two days consist of me getting more uniforms from our beloved Omid, avoiding Elixer, and being Rufus's freaking dog. It's too soon that I find myself climbing into the pilot's seat of a Shinra chopper, Reno reluctantly sitting in the seat beside me with Rufus, Rude, and Tseng in the back. We're just waiting for Elena.

"Can we just put her in the underside?" I complain.

"No."

"But why not?" I huff, glaring at Tseng in the mirror.

"Kat."

"Fine."

"Why can't I fly, yo?"

"Because," I stick my tongue out. "I haven't gotten to in forever."

"Yeah, well, that means ya shouldn't be @&+%(#- flyin'!"

"Reno, I swear I'm gonna..."

"I'm here!" Dear gods no... Elena smiles and climbs over Reno's long legs into the back. I get a boiling feeling somewhere deep down inside when I catch him checking out her butt as it moves past his fast. Why? No idea. Shaking my head, I look forward and get ready to leave.

Minutes later, we're airborne and well on our way to Junon. Glancing up into the mirror as I scoot into a more upright position, I see that Elena is pretty much sitting on both Tseng and Rude's laps. Rufus is by the window, watching the land past tiredly, and for a moment, I can see the real man, one that just wants to be of his father's ruling fist.

Even in death, President Shinra is controlling his son through something. Memories most likely, the haunted look in his softened blue eyes tells me so. Ahem. Back to Elena. Because the two rather tall were already squished together, practically one thigh to another, Elena halfway wedged her little booty in between them. It didn't really work, so she just wormed her way out and sat on top of them, both men now continuously awkwardly shifting. Poor guys.