Desha's Reno of the Turks Fan Fiction

“Oh… Elena, this time you’ve gone too far…” Reno muttered as he stared down at the note in his hands. He’d been a good sport about all this. He’d fought her insult for insult, joke for joke, humiliation for humiliation, but this was low. And Elena was going to pay, oh how she was going to pay…

He stormed into the office, note clutched in his hand.

“Elena! You and I need to have a little talk!” The female Turk nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden, and very loud, declaration.

“A-about what?” she stammered, thoroughly at a loss for a reason as to why Reno would be upset with her just now. She hadn’t put her latest plan into action yet.

“You know about what, Elena… And I do not find this at all amusing! So just give it back!”

“Give what back?!” she yelled back at the incensed Turk. Reno eyed Rude sitting on the couch across the room, peering at the two of them through his sunglasses.

“Mr. Foo-Foo…” Reno hissed, lowering his voice so his friend wouldn’t overhear, “I know you took him… You’re the only one who knows I even have him.”

“What?! Reno I did not take your stupid…”

Reno clapped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the sentance.

“And for Holy’s sake, keep it down,” he ordered quietly, glancing toward Rude.

“Look Reno… I didn’t take your toy. I swear…”

“Yeah? Well explain this, then!” Reno said, thrusting the piece of paper into her hands. Elena uncrumpled it a bit and read.

“I have Mr. Foo-Foo… If you want to see him alive, come alone to the Sector 3 train station at midnight tonight.” The note was made up of letters clipped out of magazine article and glued to the page, “Reno, you’ve got to be kidding me… This is stupid. First off, why would I do something this childish when there are dozens of other ways I could annoy you? And second, what makes you think I’d even be willing to touch that grungy old stuffed animal of yours… Who knows where it’s been?”

“Well if it wasn’t you, then who took him?” Reno said, glaring, “You’re the only other person who knows about Mr. Foo-Foo, therefore you had to have been the one who bunny-napped him.”

“For the last time, I didn’t take Mr. Foo-Foo,” she replied, shoving the note back into his hands and rolling her eyes at the term ‘bunny-napped’, “Why don’t you just do what the note says and get him back?”

“And let you have the last laugh? No way!”

Elena gave an exasperated sigh as Reno stalked out of the Turks’ private lounge, nearly walking right into Tseng in the process. The Turk leader watched him go, shaking his head.

“I thought you two were finally starting to work things out,” said Tseng.

“Oh, he think I stole his… um… He thinks I stole something from him and that I’m holding it for ransom,” Elena replied, adding when she saw Tseng’s skeptical expression “But it wasn’t me, I swear!”

———-

Reno was in a bad mood, and he made sure everyone knew it… Especially Elena. It had to have been her… There was just no one else it could have been. Finally, he resigned himself to the fact that he’d just have to pay the ransom if he ever wanted to get Mr. Foo-Foo back. Once Mr. Foo-Foo was safely back in his possession, he could extract his revenge. He spent the rest of the day imagining all the little tortures he could inflict upon his fellow Turk, just as soon as he caught her red-handed with the bunny.

———-

“YOU!”

Elena squealed and spun around, only to find herself face to face with a very angry red-head.

“I knew it! It was you! Hand him over Elena!” Reno had arrived at the Sector 3 train station only moments ago, and just as he stepped out of the car, he’d caught sight of a dark figure moving around in the shadows. He’d crept up on the figure, who seemed to be watching for something, and recognized the person as Elena as soon as he was close enough to see her clearly.

“Reno! I… I know what you’re thinking, but…”

“Save it… Give me back Mr. Foo-Foo and maybe I won’t kill you…” he growled narrowing his eyes at her.

“But I don’t have him! I came here to prove once and for all that it wasn’t me who took your dumb toy,” she said holding up a camera, “I thought if I could catch the guy and the bunny on film, you’d have to believe me.”

Reno stood over her, arms crossed stubbornly, glaring at her. “Ok, say I believe you… But if you didn’t take Mr. Foo-Foo, then you must have told someone about him… in which case you’re in even more trouble than you were when I thought you bunny-napped him!”

“I didn’t tell anyone! You wanna know the truth? I was gonna show you some compassion and keep my mouth shut, ’cause you said that toy meant so much to you! I figured it was too personal to drag into our little war!” Elena screamed back, matching his glare. Reno blinked, and seemed to calm down.

“Oh…”

“Oh? That’s all you can say is ‘Oh’? First you accuse my of being a thief, then you accuse me of being a gossip, and now it’s just ‘Oh’?!” she said, advancing on him, “You are a real jerk, Reno!”

She punctuated her assessment by poking him pointedly in the chest.

“Ok, ok… I’m sorry. But still, if it wasn’t you… Then who the hell was it?” This time the question was meant sincerely. He looked down at his watch, “Damn!”

“What now?” Elena asked as Reno ran off back in the direction he’d come from. She quickly hurried after him.

“It’s already five after midnight!” Reno called back. The two Turks ran towards Reno’s car, only to come to a complete stop when they saw what had happened. The door had been jimmied open, and sitting on the drivers seat was a pile of fluffy white cotton.

“No…” Reno groaned as they walked over to get a closer look. Just as he’d feared, Mr. Foo-Foo was nowhere in sight… at least not all of him. Reno silently prayed that the stuffing on the seat was just there for effect, rather than actually being an indication of the bunny’s fate. The only other thing on the seat was a white envelope with Reno’s name typed on the front. He snatched up the envelope and tore into it, pulling out a sheet of paper.

“Well?” Elena prodded, “What’s it say?!”

“You were told to come alone. For your failure to do so, you now owe me a service of my choosing. I will contact you tomorrow at noon with farther instructions,” he read, “Great… Thanks a lot Elena…”

“Reno… There’s something taped to the back of the note…” Elena replied, pointing. Reno flipped the sheet of paper over.

“AHHHH!!! Mr. Foo-Foo!!!” he cried, staring at the shiny black button taped to the paper.

“What? What is it?” Elena asked.

“It’s… his eye!” Reno replied, looking noticably pale, “What kind of sick freak would do something like this?”

“Reno… It’s a button. You can sew it back on. Relax.”

“You relax! It’s not your Mr. Foo-Foo that’s being held captive!” said Reno as he climbed into his car and slammed the door shut. Even the engine sounded angry as he sped off into the night, leaving the other Turk alone at the train station.

———-

Tseng watched as a certain red-head picked half-heartedly at his lunch. Something was definitely wrong. It wasn’t like Reno to not eat. Any other time, the deceptivly skinny Turk would have finished his own meal and then gone after anything the others hadn’t eaten yet.

And then there was Elena… She was actually being nice to Reno today. No insults, no subtle pranks… nothing. Something was undoubtably going on. As much as he’d been hoping for an end to the almost sibling-like rivalry between those two, this was a bit unnerving.

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