Rude, Elena, RenoTeam:
R for nekkidWord Count:
100( The Turks, in varying states of undress... )Title:
That's Why They Called Him RudeCharacters/Pairings:
Rude, President Shinra, NPCTeam:
The President's newest mistress held out a hand to the bodyguard with a charming smile, as if expecting him to bow over it. When he didn't move, the girl withdrew her hand and frowned. "Your bodyguard's rather rude, isn't he, Mister President?"
"Oh, don't mind him, my dear," the older man simpered, pulling her away. "He's just being professional."
And he was- professional, that is- but by the time he'd ferreted out the girl's ties to at least three terrorist groups and broke her wrist before she could prick the President with a poisoned hairpin, the nickname "Rude" had stuck.Title:
Rude, Tifa, MarleneTeam:
He was a Turk. He knew all about dancing on the edge of an order.
"Hi Mister Rude Tifa's in the kitchen bye Mister Rude!" Marlene dashed by him, followed by a half-dozen kids he didn't know. Following the girl's direction, he stepped into the darkened bar and made his way past tables and chairs pushed into evening disarray toward the sound of running water.
Tifa didn't look up when he entered the kitchen. "Hey," she greeted. "Grab a towel, you're on drying duty."
"Yes'm," Rude answered.
Tseng had just ordered him to watch her. He didn't specify how close.