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[tseng]

Date: Summer, 1989
Summary: Rufus is coming home for a couple weeks during summer, and Tseng is sent to Junon to escort him home.
Rating: PG-13; might be some language
Open/Closed/Status: Tag Rufus

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[iownallyall]

Rufus stood in the train station, arms crossed, shifting weight impatiently from one foot to the other. He knew he had arrived there early by most reasonable estimates, but he would have thought the Turk would have gotten there by now. When his escort did arrive, he was met with a glare. Tseng might not want to ask how long Rufus had been standing there, but that didn't stop Rufus from telling him anyway.

"Yes, and I have been for," he looked at his watch, "twenty-two minutes, and about 40 seconds."

At his feet lay a large duffel bag, which he made no move to pick up. He figured that was part of the Turk's job.

[tseng]

Tseng shifted on his feet for a moment, want to look anywhere but into that small, angry face. But he met those blue eyes, and nodded. Too bad the Turk that flew him here had booked it the second Tseng landed. Perhaps that was for the best, at least for anyone but Tseng.

He bent to retrieve the bag, and let out a little grunt from the weight. What did he pack in here? Don't ask...

The train took its dear sweet time making it down the track, but Tseng was too manly to put down the bag. He waited... and waited... and was forced to make small talk over the approaching noise of the train.

"Looking forward to the break, sir?" he asked.

[iownallyall]

Tseng's attempts at small talk were foiled as Rufus replied with little more than a "yes." In truth, of course, he had mixed feelings. He usually did regarding visits home. On one hand, it was good to be back in the center of things, and away from all the things he associated with school. On the other, being back put him far more in the public eye, and really he was never fond of seeing his father. A couple weeks at home meant a couple weeks of being paraded around as the cute little heir of ShinRa. But, if that's what he was headed for, he would rather get on with it.

When the train arrived, he walked onto it immediately, with barely a glance back to see if Tseng was following. He knew he would be.

[tseng]

Tseng had followed, of course. Like a faithful hound, Tseng grabbed Rufus' bags without a word, or even a grunt from the sheer weight of them. He'd barely had time to step onto the train before it shuddered, ready to leave.

The train would normally be quite full of students, Soldiers, and a scattering of other folks from Junon, but ShinRa's only son deserved to ride the train alone, without the yammering of ... adoring admirers. Tseng smirked at the thought.

Finally catching up, Tseng searched the sleeping section for a suitable bunk for himself, letting Rufus decide which he wanted. One thing Tseng didn't want was a contrary teenager on his hands.

He stuck his head out the sliding door to his own bunk. "All settled, sir? I believe they will be serving dinner soon."