Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII: Reverie ❯ Untitled ( Chapter 4 )

Leira wandered down the hallway in her blue Turk uniform. She had time to kill since Tseng was running late. The thought never crossed her mind as to why nor did she really care. "Stupid reports." she grumbled.

Lightly she folded a corner of one of the documents she was supposed to be sorting. "I don't know why I get all the desk jobs to begin with." Another corner was folded.

She joined the left and right sides together and set it down on the table. After making a sharp crease with her fingernail, she manipulated the paper a couple more times until she ended up with a makeshift airship. "Hmmm…" she glanced down, pleased with her work.

The glass door opened and a small SOLDIER entered. A blue beret with black trim sat on top of her short black hair. "Is Tseng around?"

Leira turned in her chair to face the visitor. "Nah, he's in a conference. You can wait around if you want. He should have been back a while ago.

The girl's upper lip curled. "I'm not staying anywhere with you around! I might have to kill YOU!"

The Turk could only wince at the girl's harsh words. "Ecka, how many times do I have to apologize? As it is, I will never be able to forgive myself! I didn't mean to let him kiss me-he was drunk I had no idea-"

The little rolled her eyes over and over again as Leira tried her best to explain herself. "…Which brings me to this!" She reached into a tan bag hanging from her good side and pulled out a large book. Carelessly she slammed it onto the desktop almost crushing Leira's fingers in the process.

"What's that?" The Turk asked in amazement.

"These are my marching papers." she snapped. "I'm being sent away and I wanted to someone to vent to!"

"Why Tseng?" Leira found herself asking nervously.

"BECAUSE, if I do, I know that he won't trip over his own language and get me shot, that's why!" The angered girl turned on her heels and stormed out of the room being sure to slam the door behind her.

"Geez, what a grouch." What did she look like what did the Turks look like to everyone in the world of executives and SOLDIERs? Was she supposed to live out her life as a former general turned paper pusher?

The thought made her angry. She grabbed up document after document and formed them to her own liking. Where was Tseng anyway?

"Reeve he's been making me nervous ever since you put me in charge. I don't know how much more I can take." The former protector of the Vice President dabbed at his brow. "He hasn't been in today-but that's not saying that won't be showing up any minute." The man in the dark blue suit gestured at the left corner of his own mouth.

"Tseng, Tseng…you're interrupting my lunch break for this? I thought you were a Turk. You were supposed to be adding a touch of class to Heideger's organization of greasy slime balls. That's why you're here isn't it?" He set his sandwich down after noticing Tseng's motion and wiped a piece of vegetable matter off his mustache.

"Well, yes, sir…that's part of it. Rufus thought it would-"

"Stop making excuses! I don't want to hear them."

"Listen, Reeve," Tseng was starting to get defensive, "How would you feel having Sephiroth hover over your shoulder time and time again!"

"I don't have to worry about him." Reeve sat back and crossed put one of his leather-clad feet on the table. "It's the demented scientist that developed that monstrosity, I have to contend with."