Silver Honesty
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII/Advent Children.
Hey this is my shot at writing a Yazoo/Yuffie cause I haven't seen many of those. Hope you enjoy, please tell me what you think it would really be helpful. Enjoy!
Of course, he could have just walked by with his feet inaudibly making contact with the earth beneath them. Of course, he could have; but that doesn't mean he did. He was running an errand for Kadaj. An errand that included an assassination of a very bothersome character. Now that Yazoo thought back on it, the poor guy didn't stand a chance. Certainly, this guy wasn't 'poor' to any extended meaning of the word. He was, in fact, rather rich and a bastard. Yet, these were not the thoughts that occupied Yazoo's mind. He walked out of the mountainous area and ran into a small city. It looked very neat from the outside, so full of color, so full of life. Vibrant, was the only word he could think of to describe the sight in front of him. This, then, brings me to my earlier point: he could have walked by, but he didn't.
He wasn't tired. He didn't need any supplies. He just decided to spend the night there. A very innocent decision in itself, but in hindsight perhaps it wasn't the best one. He walked through the large red gates carefully taking in every detail of the tourist infested place. He looked around and before long found a scratched up, old sign on the side of the aforementioned gate.
"Wutai." He read out loud to himself. He never heard of the place, but then again he hasn't visited many other places aside from Midgar either. Wutai was truly quite a sight to behold. The shops standing on every possible corner strongly reminded him of doll houses that he has seen on a few occasions passing store windows in Midgar. All people were smiling and bustling around. His earlier assumption about this city being full of life was not wrong. The sunbathed mountain that rose over this place also made for quite the spectacular view.
Yazoo finally took a step inside the city and was immediately assaulted by quite the variety of shop keepers screaming for him to buy their merchandise. He politely shook his head in a negative and proceeded past these men into a small bar that he found appealing when still at the gate. It was a small place, dimly lit, with not a lot of people; but just enough not to stick out like a soar thumb. He made his way straight for the bar and sat on one of the stools looking about himself.
"Can I get you something?" A gruff voice asked from behind the bar. Yazoo turned towards the voice to come face to face with a middle aged man, cigarette in his mouth and amusement dancing in his eyes. Yazoo gave him a polite smile.
"Coffee please." He said kindly and the man nodded with a grin before walking off to make the order. Yazoo was enjoying the atmosphere of this place, not to mention that the various inhabitants of the bar were quite the interesting targets to inspect. Of course, as with all good things, the peaceful moment didn't last long and was rudely interrupted by a very livid looking young girl who burst into the bar with a scowl firmly planted on her face. She couldn't have been older than seventeen, but looked even younger than that.
"What's wrong kid?" The bartender said lightheartedly. By the note of amusement in the guy's voice, Yazoo could tell this was not the first time this happened.
"I'll tell you what's wrong." That was the girl speaking. "I hate tourists. No hate is not a strong enough word. I despise them. They should just…" she was interrupted by the bartender's laughter. He waved her off and her scowl deepened considerably. Yazoo who was watching the short exchange couldn't help but laugh quietly at the childish antiques himself.
His amusement time was cut dismally short however as a man who was sitting across the now fuming girl decided to pick that moment to inhabit the free seat between Yazoo and the livid figure. She didn't seem to notice, too preoccupied with trying to scratch something into the wood of the bar itself. She was probably here a lot, and that was probably her seat because Yazoo noticed many different scratches at the exact spot, just like the one she was preoccupied with. The man didn't have quite the honorable intentions, as Yazoo predicted. Yazoo's order finally arrived and in the moment of distraction neither the bartender nor himself noticed the man make a grab for the girl's wrist. Regardless, it was quite hard to miss the sound that resonated throughout the otherwise mellow atmosphere in the bar. She slapped the guy…no she punched the guy square in the face with such force that he fell off the chair.
Yazoo regarded the scene with a raised eyebrow. Where did this girl get enough force for this? He didn't have enough time to think through that however as the man who was fumbling on the ground up to that point got up.
"You bitch." He screamed in a hoarse voice, but before he could do anything Yazoo calmly took out the gun that was tucked safely under his belt and pointed it at the man. He didn't need to say a thing. Yazoo simply shook his head in the negative and the man nodded before briskly walking out of the bar, not forgetting to pay the bill. The girl turned toward Yazoo.
"Thanks, but you really didn't have to do that." First thing that surprised him was the fact that she didn't as much as flinch at the fact that he still had his gun out, and the second thing that shocked him that when she finally picked up her head and looked at him her eyes widened dramatically and she jumped off the barstool flipping it over on the floor.
"You!" She screamed before promptly taking out a sharp looking star and hurling it towards Yazoo. Certainly, Yazoo had no trouble dodging, but he would really like to know what he's done to this girl to make her so upset. The bartender obviously used to these sort of things happening at his bar calmly looked at the both of, and then turned to the girl
"Yuff, you know my rule. No fighting here. Take it outside if you're so set on it." She nodded gravely and shot Yazoo a death glare before walking off. Yazoo sighed, paid the bill and after getting a sympathetic glance from the bartender and putting his gun behind his belt again walked off after her.
Hope you liked it. This is sort of like a prologue so the following chapter will be longer. Please review! Thanks.
