Dreamsequences
One:
Rufus is five, and he stands at the base of the ShinRa tower, still a steel plaster and concrete that spiraled high into the air, incomplete but still grand, bigger than anything else ever attempted before. He is reminded of the story about a tower built by man that angered a god from ancient texts, religious in nature and widely scorned in today's kind of world. Even so his Mother loves them, and he finds himself wanting to please her by knowing.
Some days, when she is too sick to speak or see, he finds himself reading them to her. He comforts himself with the fact that it isn't much longer now until she goes to the Lifestream.
The boy stands straight and as tall as he can, knowing his Father would be displeased if he was found otherwise. But those around him are more interested in the new changes in the blueprint that his father has brought up than him, the whole building would have to be rearranged for it too. It is a impulsive decision by the president, something he is know for, but in the end Development agrees it is a good idea.
Jack ShinRa catches his son's eye a little later, smirks and forms the letter L with his finger and his thumb. Rufus finds it beneath him to respond.
Two:
"He's blond." The redheaded comments with a smirk of a grin, Rufus doing his best to ignore him has his fingers typed at speeds far faster than any of his father's secretaries - Buy Sell Withhold notes for his own up and coming empire, all which he planned to take for his own quite quickly if the old man didn't kick the bucket pretty soon. He was going to drive the company to the ground otherwise, consequences be damned.
"That's not unusual."
"Maybe," Reno grinned, sparing a glance at the shaggy haired, shiny-eyed and black-tied scrap of a ShinRa before him. A pre-teen not yet finished outgrowing his suits and love of ostentatiousness... But the latter was a ShinRa trait, he may never get out of that one. "But he's very blond, if you ask me."
"That's why I didn't. I'm not interested in your musings of SOLDIER staff members, Turk."
"You might be, one day." The other muses with a laugh before turning away, and it's only then Rufus raises his eyes up to look at Deusericus, just giving him a brief moment of his time before ignoring him again.
Later, when he finally figures it out, Rufus can't say which breaks first - His hand or the glass table he had hit.
Three:
"You're caught, Rufus."
Veld's voice is smooth and blank, reflective as a mirrored surface that the teenager cannot help but snarl at. Strong hands of two of more bulky Turks keep him from trying anything, (Intimidation? They would have to try harder than that.) so he merely settles with leveling a heavy stare at the Turks' leader. It was only entertained for a few moments, before the man turns away from the AVALANCHE Benefactor and summons Tseng to his side.
"Fill out a report and take him to Midgar." A offhanded dismissal, treating it as nothing more than teenage rebellion. This is the reason Veld is dangerous, because he plays games under games atop of games that pulled everything in his favor in the end.
A silent vow, and Rufus swears that this is not over. Somehow, he feels that the other knows that.