What in the world...?

The thought barely crossed Tseng's mind as he stood at the door to his office. It was wide open and blocked by something no more than the size of a soccer ball. Of course it was traditional for the holiday of Halloween, but it wasn't anywhere in Turk protocol. That meant one thing and one thing alone;

Reno.

The only member of the Turks that seemed to be able to pry away the stern, no-nonsense behavior to reveal agitation and maybe even an amused smile. It all depended on what the man chose to do to him. It was forever unpredictable.

Over the course of the month, a terribly long thirty days, Tseng had found a small present outside of his door at the end of every day. At first it started small, a bag of candy corn, and grew larger until what sat before him. Naturally it confounded him at first. Until he realized just what the red-head was doing. The term 'trick-or-treat' quickly came to mind after further thought and he was glad today, the thirty first day, was almost over.

The pumpkin before him was already carved to perfection and could effectively be dubbed a jack-o-lantern. In front sat a note with a small orange bag behind it, propping it up. The crisp paper had only two words; "Light Me". The simplicity drew a small sigh from Tseng's thin lips. Bending down he picked up each of the items; pumpkin, note, and bag. It made him feel absurd in his black suit that was hardly rumbled or wrinkled. Still he did as the note demanded.

He walked throughout the Turks' floor, heading straight for the elevators. Only a few people would be coming back in tonight and one of them would be in shortly. Everything about him screamed business; the way he held himself, his clothes, his clean cut appearance. His shoulder-length black hair was tied up in a ponytail – hair kept away from his face. A tilak rested on the middle of his forehead, just above his slim eyebrows. Everything about him seemed perfect. That is; except for the jack-o-lantern in his arms.

Tseng knelt down on one knee with his back to the elevators and the blinking panel. He sat the pumpkin down and stuck the note in his pocket. Opening the bag he found a small matchbook and a white candle. A match was plucked and drug over the back of the booklet. Fire sprang to life and transitioned over to the wick of the candle, heating the wax. Without a second of hesitation, Tseng picked up the top of the pumpkin placed the candle firmly inside, finally replacing the top. Finally it glowed just like a jack-o-lantern should and Tseng straightened back up.

One of the elevators gave a ding – signaling that it was climbing the floors. With a calm dignity Tseng retreated to the other elevator, pressing the red button. Seconds passed and he was inside, the metal doors closing fast. Just before they shut he saw a familiar head of red exit the other and stand in front of the pumpkin. Reno glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, knowing it was Tseng who had done that. Although the devoted man would never admit to such an act. He was professional – not a childish person who dabbled in the wonders of a frivolous night.

No – he'd much rather simply go home and enjoy a slice of pumpkin pie. He'd find a way to reprimand Reno for his "gifts" tomorrow.

For a wonderful person over on deviantart. This is her treat for Halloween. :D