This was going to be a one-shot fic, but it got too long. Instead, it will be a few chapters. Nothing epic, but long enough. Hopefully, I will update this quickly.

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Tseng put down his pen, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was half way through the reports that were due for Friday. He still had three days to finish them, but he wanted to be ahead of things. It made him feel like he was in control, something he wasn't so sure of these days. He glanced at the clock. It read 22.00. Uttering another sigh, the Turk leader rose from his seat, shuffled the paperwork around a bit, and headed for the door.

It had been a long day, and he owed himself some sleep. He had got up long before dawn, and had gone straight from breakfast to work, a thing that wasn't hard to do, considering that he lived in the Shin-Ra building. He hated paperwork, but it was something he had to do. After all, there was no one to do it for him. Elena was too much of an airhead, Rude couldn't read anything else than his own name, and there was no way in hell he'd let Reno anywhere near it.

He walked through the silent hallways of Shin-Ra HQ, heading for his room. Above the 60th floor, no one worked later than 20.00, unless they had to, or unless their name was Tseng. He hadn't worked earlier than to 21.00 in years. He was a workaholic by necessity; there was no one else to do his work for him.

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He closed the door with a soft click. Looking around his room, he wondered what kept him living there.

It was a neat room, with a bed, a desk, a chair, and not much else. There was a bathroom, and a little stove to cook his food if he needed to, but that was it. No pictures, no postcards, no personal belongings, no nothing. On the wall was a clock, telling both time and date. Glancing up on it on his way to the bed, Tseng stopped in his tracks, doing a double-take.

November 19th.

Tomorrow was her birthday. This year, maybe he would actually be there. It had been so long since he had seen her. He must take tomorrow off; god knew he needed the vacation. Mumbling to himself, he pulled out his PHS and dialled Reeve's number.

"Reeve." A voice answered. It sounded somewhat slurred, as if the owner had been sleeping.

" It's Tseng."

"Tseng? Is something wrong?"

"No. I'm taking a day off tomorrow."

"What!? Why? We nee-"

Click.

There, now he had informed a superior about it. Reeve might not like it, but he had to accept it. Tseng was going, no matter what. He hadn't exactly said no, had he? He had only asked why. After all, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Turning to his bed, he decided it was time to catch up on his sleep. He needed to be well rested tomorrow.

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Yuffie hung up the phone, and stared at it for a while. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. ` We're so sorry, Yuffie, but we can't come tomorrow, we're busy. Maybe we'll come by at Wednesday?´. Yeah, right, busy. Like hell they were busy! They just didn't want to see her. Tomorrow was her birthday, god dammit! Couldn't they just come by for an hour or something? Or was their ´job´ too important for them to visit one of their best friends?

Yuffie plopped down on her couch and stared at the fireplace. None of her friends could come for her birthday. And she was turning 17, too. She sighed. Maybe they weren't such good friends after all. She curled up on the couch and sniffed a little.

She had called to ask if Tifa and Cloud Strife could stop by tomorrow, since it was her birthday and all, but they had said no. So had all of the other friends she had called. She glanced at the clock. It read 22.00. She should probably go to bed, or she wouldn't get up before noon the next day. Who cared anyway? It wasn't like there would be anything to do tomorrow.

Against her will, her eyelids started to droop, and before she knew it, she was asleep.

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Tseng toyed with the small black box that held her present. He had spent two hours that morning going through every store he could find, searching for a present. After much searching and many wasted gil, he had found the perfect one. Actually, he had found two, but he couldn't decide which one to choose, so he bought both. He wasn't sure if he'd give her both, though. Well, he had a present for her, and that was all that mattered.

After finding it, he had walked to the train station. Shortly after Midgar was re-built, the President had had a railway built between Midgar and Kalm. It only took a few hours by train. After checking her file, Tseng knew that she had moved to Kalm shortly after Meteor; she had never gotten along all that well with her dad. Truth to tell, neither had Tseng. Her father wasn't a very agreeable man.

Now he was sitting on the train to Kalm, and he was beginning to regret his decision to come. There was a big possibility that her friends would be there. If they were, he was in trouble. They hated him. He didn't blame them, they had good reasons to, but they might kick him out without him getting a chance to see her. Worse, they might try to kill him. Ah, hell, he was in for it now. He couldn't chicken out, it was too late.

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And that's chapter one. You'll find out more of the plot in the next chapter. (not that it's much of a plot mind you.) Tseng never actually mentions ´her´ name, but I'm sure you can guess. Please review, it's appreciated.