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From the Mouths of Idiots [FFVII]
Title: From the Mouths of Idiots
Characters/Pairings: Tseng/Elena-ish, Reno, Rude, Cloud, mentions of Rosalind
Wordcount: 498
Rating: T, if only for the occasional cursing
Summary: Elena's thoughts during that bit of the original game where Reno and Rude chatting about who likes who.
Note: Inspired in part by this fic, which is a truly lovely insight into Elena.
I am coming to a conclusion. Reno and Rude are both my superiors, but they are also both idiots. Surely there must be something better for the two of them to talk about that gossiping about who likes who? Okay, maybe not, but they could at least leave me out of it.
Do they not know that I’m listening?
Reno apparently thought I liked Rude, and Rude seems to think I like Tseng. I’m not going to say anything. I’m not going to contribute to this stupidity. But they’re both wrong. Rude is nice and all, but I don’t think of him like that. And Tseng... Tseng. Hmm.
Tseng is too close to home. I grew up being told I should try harder, do better, be more like my perfect, hard-working older sister. I join the Turks, and there is Tseng telling me I talk too much, and I don’t understand a lot of things. Of course I don’t, you jerk. I haven’t had a chance to learn yet.
It’s just like being at home. You think you’re taking me under your wing, and all you’re doing is putting me in your shadow. It’s like I’m falling for a male version of my sister.
...what the fuck did I just think?
I meant, it would be like that, if Rude was right. Which he isn’t.
Is he? Dammit.
“What are they talking about?” I hear someone say, and my mouth kicks in before my brain does. That seems to happen a lot recently.
“It's so stupid!” I blurt. “They always talk about who they like or don't like. But Tseng is different.” Did I say that? Okay, yes, I did. Stupid me. But he is. At least if he was around I wouldn’t have been subjected to that idiotic conversation. At least he’s somewhat professional, unlike those two.
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
More to the point, who asked that question just now? Looking up, I see Cloud. Fuck.
“Ah! Oh no! They’re here! They’re really here!” Eloquent, self. Might want to work on that. Reno, thankfully, acknowledges the message without saying anything sarcastic about how it was delivered. For once.
So there’s a fight on, then. I don’t really want to be part of it. It’s my job, yes. But.
I’ll be in the way. I’ll screw something up. It’s what I do, what I’ve always done-- screw things up. Isn’t that what my sister taught me? That she was always right and I was always wrong. Well, here I am, and I’m not going to get in the way this time. Maybe I’m learning.
“I’ll report to Tseng,” I offer, and duck out. A nice excuse, in the guise of being productive. At least it gives me something to do. Something that’s out of the way. Something at least I know I can do.
Right. So.
Off to find the man of my dreams. Or my nightmares. I’m really not sure which.
Title: From the Mouths of Idiots
Characters/Pairings: Tseng/Elena-ish, Reno, Rude, Cloud, mentions of Rosalind
Wordcount: 498
Rating: T, if only for the occasional cursing
Summary: Elena's thoughts during that bit of the original game where Reno and Rude chatting about who likes who.
Note: Inspired in part by this fic, which is a truly lovely insight into Elena.
I am coming to a conclusion. Reno and Rude are both my superiors, but they are also both idiots. Surely there must be something better for the two of them to talk about that gossiping about who likes who? Okay, maybe not, but they could at least leave me out of it.
Do they not know that I’m listening?
Reno apparently thought I liked Rude, and Rude seems to think I like Tseng. I’m not going to say anything. I’m not going to contribute to this stupidity. But they’re both wrong. Rude is nice and all, but I don’t think of him like that. And Tseng... Tseng. Hmm.
Tseng is too close to home. I grew up being told I should try harder, do better, be more like my perfect, hard-working older sister. I join the Turks, and there is Tseng telling me I talk too much, and I don’t understand a lot of things. Of course I don’t, you jerk. I haven’t had a chance to learn yet.
It’s just like being at home. You think you’re taking me under your wing, and all you’re doing is putting me in your shadow. It’s like I’m falling for a male version of my sister.
...what the fuck did I just think?
I meant, it would be like that, if Rude was right. Which he isn’t.
Is he? Dammit.
“What are they talking about?” I hear someone say, and my mouth kicks in before my brain does. That seems to happen a lot recently.
“It's so stupid!” I blurt. “They always talk about who they like or don't like. But Tseng is different.” Did I say that? Okay, yes, I did. Stupid me. But he is. At least if he was around I wouldn’t have been subjected to that idiotic conversation. At least he’s somewhat professional, unlike those two.
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
More to the point, who asked that question just now? Looking up, I see Cloud. Fuck.
“Ah! Oh no! They’re here! They’re really here!” Eloquent, self. Might want to work on that. Reno, thankfully, acknowledges the message without saying anything sarcastic about how it was delivered. For once.
So there’s a fight on, then. I don’t really want to be part of it. It’s my job, yes. But.
I’ll be in the way. I’ll screw something up. It’s what I do, what I’ve always done-- screw things up. Isn’t that what my sister taught me? That she was always right and I was always wrong. Well, here I am, and I’m not going to get in the way this time. Maybe I’m learning.
“I’ll report to Tseng,” I offer, and duck out. A nice excuse, in the guise of being productive. At least it gives me something to do. Something that’s out of the way. Something at least I know I can do.
Right. So.
Off to find the man of my dreams. Or my nightmares. I’m really not sure which.