Three Wishes
Yuffie always found the oddest things to decorate her shared apartment with Tifa with. Mogwai dolls, old Shinra Manufacturing posters (which irked her boyfriend the vice president if said company) and Gold Saucer memorabilia.
Aerith's boyfriend, Cloud, agreed. It was a nothing short of a muddled mess of stuff. The only rooms with any form of cohesion were Tifa's, the bathroom and kitchen -Tifa's other domain. The blond currently sat at the dining room table enjoying a cup of coffee, Aerith a seat over, knitting. It was during this quiet lull where the older adults enjoying the quiet Yuffie decided to burst in, streamers flying, nose makers going, blowing a whistle with a flaming birthday cake. How Rufus dealt with the barely twenty-year-old was a miracle. The man must have been a saint in some prior life.
As Yuffie tossed the fire hazard down, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "Happy birthday Tifa!" Tifa slowly lifted her own cup of coffee. Her birthday was three months away.
Setting the mug down, Tifa waved her hand, "that's three months from now." Yuffie nodded, pushing the toe of her foot in circles, mumbling. "What was that?"
Yuffie huffed, "I won't be here, my old man is complaining about me living in the big city." She brightened, "so let's celebrate tonight! Please, Tif!" The Wutaian grasped the older girls hands, lightly. "Just me and you! Like…"
"Last Friday?" Short black hair bobbed, eyes hopeful. Cloud shook his head nudging his girlfriend, it was time for them to leave. Aerith smiled, in a way she missed the single life, the parties, and clubs and girl nights where regulated to sappy chick flicks and wine. She was jealous of Tifa, and to an extent, Yuffie as the young Wutaian heiress with her equally rich boyfriend had more freedom than she was allowed. Not that Cloud was a bad boyfriend, but his concern bordered on obsessive. Tifa caught them before they left, "are you leaving now?"
Cloud nodded, answering both, "have fun Tif." Aerith offered a tight smile, Tifa offered her own. While the two women were amicable to each other, played nicely in front of Cloud, they were far from friends. Tifa was jealous, she and Cloud had a history. Hot, heavy history that people enjoyed whispering about. When Aerith entered the picture that history what shuttered away, those singular moments when they where alone hidden in the preverbal closet. Tifa enjoyed those moments, the few weekends when Aerith went to Kalm to visit her mom and Rufus, more Tifa's friend than Cloud would care to admit, would spirit Yuffie away.
Those secluded moments' where amazing. Just the two of them and her bed.
Aerith on the other hand, she knew something was awry. Cloud's lingering glances, the way he would lead his 'childhood' friend around. She brought it up once, it ended in a fight and Cloud left for a week.
Yuffie bounced into Tifa's line of sight, disconnecting the older girl from her amazing view of the back of their door. "Are you ready? Of course, you are, hey I got you a gift, but don't open it till I'm gone and whatever you do, don't rub it. Okay, got it? Good, let's go. I brought Rude and Rufus…." Tifa tuned the girl out, allowing herself to be drug from their apartment and into the cold February air.
Three weeks, Yuffie had only been gone three weeks and Tifa found herself missing her spunky housemate. It was someone to come home to. Another body occupying the empty space. She would be back, Tifa knew. After all, Tifa was to be her maid of honor at her wedding.
Dropping her house key into He ceramic bowl, Tifa glanced to the still wrapped present, an early birthday gift from Yuffie. The younger girl had made her promise not to clean the item, whatever it was. Bored and curious, Tifa grabbed the package, tearing through the multi-colored balloons and gaudy happy birthday. Inside was a haphazard closed box, a slight layer of dust on the outside. Another of Yuffie's finds I bet. Tifa pressed her lips together, opening the box and reached in, pulling a large ornate glass perfume bottle out. It was light, more useful as a vase. The dull glass once the color of the deep ocean lined in gold resembled an ornate dahlia. It was beautiful if it wasn't caked in dirt.
Holding it up to the light Tifa snorted unladylike, "Don't clean it? Right…" Lights fluttered to life as Tifa flipped the kitchen light switch on, steam rising in the sink. As she scrubbed layers upon layers of dirt away the bottle began to glow, polished obsidian and amethyst shining brightly in the fluorescent light held into the ornate dahlia by veins of silver that led to gold. It was a beautiful vase, perfect for type long stemmed tiger lilies Yuffie insisted the apartment needed.
The stopper was the hard part, it seemed to be stuck. Grunting, Tifa twisted and pulled, twisted and pulled till the bottle opened with a loud pop, the glass stopper flying into the joined living room. Tifa glanced at the couch, Yuffie is going to be so pissed.
Carefully Tifa sat the vase on the counter, stepping down into the living room to begin her search. "Where are you. If I do t find you Yuffie is going to kill me."
"Would you like some help, milady?" Tifa stopped, muscles tightening at the deep commanding baritone behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Tifa screamed, then proceeded to scramble over her couch, hiding behind it. It's just a dream, the doors locked. Taking a deep breath she peered over the back of the couch. The strange man was still there looking around the apartment, inspecting posters and Yuffie s Chocobo collection.
Tifa watched, he was odd from his innately decorated pants, those weird curled toe slippers to the shortly cropped vest designed to match his pants. Not to mention the high ponytail of silver that still managed to brush against the back of his thighs. Tifa stroked her own hair, only slightly jealous that those looked like silk. "Are you going to stare at me?"
Face reddening, Tifa stood refraining from stepping out from behind the couch. He turned away from the Chocobo, arms crossed. Tifa stepped back, fear and awe seeping through her body. Under the dots and lines of war paint, she could tell he was undoubtedly handsome. More permanent markings stood stark against his skin on his neck and wrist, intricate vines and letters each joining in the same large symbol.
"What are you?" He smirked, bright green eyes narrowed as he moved, floating she realized, towards her. "Hey! Wha…move any closer and I will fuck you up." His eyes darted to the cushion in her hand then her face.
"I am your humble," he growled, hand clenching his left wrist, the designs taking on a red hue. "servant. I will grant you three wishes."
Tifa snorted, then laughed doubling over. Yuffie and her tricks. Wiping tears from her eyes Tifa drew a breath in. "Do you have a name?"
He frowned at her, releasing his wrist. "You may call me the genie, my name is not of importance."
Rolling her eyes, Tifa tossed the pillow on the couch, "three wishes huh?" A nod. "Then I wish to know your name."
The man frowned, "that's a foolish wish." He folded his arms, disgruntled, why not a beach, or money.
Shrugging, Tifa walked around the couch, "well?" internally she was freaking out over this. What the fuck Yuffie?
Bowing deep, he tilted his head up, the long fall of hair dipping around his shoulders. "Sephiroth." Tifa swallowed hard, Sephiroth smiled as he stood upright. "Your second wish?"
Genieroth! Has this been done? I looked and couldn't find one. So the genie was between Zack and Sephiroth and well…..Seph just won. I kept trying to find ways it should be Zack but I just couldn't.