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Mystic: So, I realized that RenzokukenZ recently celebrated his one-year ffnet anniversary. Naturally, that deserves a oneshot, but the idea that came to me is more deserving of a multi-chaptered fic. Feel special, RZ! You get many written words! Now, start writing again, lest I be forced to kick your behind. And you know I can do it, too. *cue innocent grin*

It was pretty much clear to Lord Godo from the moment his daughter was born; she didn't just break the princess mold, she downright smashed it into itty-bitty pieces and stomped on it until dust formed. Yuffie was not demure or obedient, nor was she quiet and reserved. Actually, her childhood nanny had to wonder if the child even knew what those words meant. From day one, the heiress was the opposite. She was uncouth, a trouble maker, and more mischievous than the typical villain with a cape and thin mustache.

Still, even with all those characteristics, Godo felt his heart melt with pride. His firstborn loved her native country with strong pride and would do just about anything to protect it. If that meant running around Gaia to swipe materia, so be it. Engaging in a fight between a deranged mama's boy with weird silver hair? Okay, cool. For Yuffie, it was all about her honor to her country. She would do things her way, but not without Wutaiinese honor to back it all up.

Maybe that was why she kept a job at the WRO despite the fact that she really didn't have to. A princess did not need to work for herself. Tradition stated that the father would provide care until she was of age to wed. After which, her husband would take over as protector and guardian. However, Yuffie tended to smash tradition to pieces as well. Godo could still see the smoke dust from that one, but like his daughter, he also did things his way. He didn't rule Wutai with that much of an iron fist, yet his many council members knew when it was safe to argue with a decree and when it best to just keep their mouths shut.

His latest declaration they all agreed upon, so not one argument was heard when he thought it time to call their princess home --

-- to get married.

Now, Godo was no idiot. Yuffie would never agree to an arranged marriage without a good deal of a fight. He just had to choose the perfect gentleman that he knew without a doubt his daughter couldn't refuse. The man had to be intelligent enough to keep up with her shenanigans, handsome enough so she'd be willing to have many children with him (holy Leviathan, did the Wutaiinese Lord desire grandbabies to spoil), and still rather playful so he could be compatible with the heiress. Let's also not forget that the match itself must make for good politics, because Godo oh so loved to keep a good face.

Now, who could that be …

No sooner did he think on his future son-in-law did he already have the answer.

"Staniv!" Godo bellowed down the lavish hallway, "call the World Regenesis Organization."

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, trash it, change it, melt -- upgrade it. Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it, snap it, work it, quick -- erase it.

Technologic. Technologic.

Write it, get it, paste it, save it …

It was a very strange phenomenon. Here was a woman who could stealth her way through a dangerous fortress with nary a whisper, yield a shuriken with deadly force equal to a man, and yet, the poor thing could not dance to save her life. Jamming out to her mp3 player was something Yuffie did on a regular basis to pass the time and avoid boring paperwork, but that didn't necessarily mean she did it well. Her lanky limbs flailed about completely out of rhythm with the music, her head bobbed up and down in a vain attempt to headbang (though why she would headbang to electronica is undetermined), but she was having fun left to her own devices.

Godo loathed her choice of music; he despised it with a passion. Who in their right mind would willingly listen to two guys in shiny helmets?

His daughter obviously, and though the lord hated to admit it, her future husband did too.

Why, Leviathan? Why?

With the threat of a headache in his immediate forecast, Godo fearfully opened the screen to his spawn's room. She arrived back home late last night with the misguided information that this was a much needed vacation from work. Now, in the early morning, Wutai's White Rose could be found poorly dancing around in a tank top and shorts. Her hair was an absolute tangled mess and her father didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His proud little girl looked like a deranged robot on crack.

Her dark eyes brightened with giddyness when she saw her dad enter her private chambers. "Hi, daddy," she exclaimed with a smile. She removed her earpieces and rushed over to give him a big bear hug. "Have you come to tell me how you missed me and love me? 'Cuz I know you totally do!"

"You already know the answer to that, my child."

"I wanna hear it, dad."

He sighed with minor frustration, but decided to humor her for the sake of keeping the peace. "I missed you more than the plant misses the sun on a rainy day and I love you more than the dog does it's master."

"That last one didn't make sense, pops."

"And I still love you, anyway, Yuffie." He kissed the top of her head for good measure. "Get dressed and meet me in the council room."

"Awww … do we have to have a meeting this early?"

"Yes."

"I have to wear formal clothes, don't I?"

"Yes, daughter."

It was her turn to sigh as she stared up at her father's unmoving expression. She thought of him like a big, cuddly bear; stern and sometimes quick to anger, but a huge softie too. He just need a little girlish persuasion. "Can I wear my mother's formal clothes?" she asked, all while batting her eyelashes at him in that certain way he couldn't resist.

Godo hated the eyelash batting. Her late mother, may Leviathan rest her soul, did the exact same thing and she got her every single damn time. Yuffie was definitely her daughter and Godo already felt his willpower melting into a little pile of spineless goo. Science had yet to determine why men could fall prey to a woman's innocent-looking eyes.

"Yes," he caved. "You may wear your mother's clothes."

"Yay!" She jumped up and pecked his cheek. "Thank you, father. I'll make myself look all regal-ish and stylized-ed and everything."

Joy.

While his "very proper" offspring ran off to obtain a hot shower, Lord Godo met his Chief Advisor in the outer corridor of the palace. Staniv thought the idea of Lady Yuffie Kisaragi finally becoming a wife an excellent idea. He knew that taking a man's last name would hardly cease to tame her a little, but it was a pleasant thought to realize that the chosen male would now be responsible for her. Love was sure to grow between the two, eventually. Maybe. At the very least, a strong likeness of compromise. Surely.

"Is he here, Staniv?" This was serious time now and Godo did need his advisor to be drifting off into worry-land. Staniv had a tendency to do that from time to time.

"Yes, my lord. He arrived a couple of hours ago."

"Excellent," Godo stated, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. "He agreed then?"

"Without hesitation."

Coffee. Staniv could really use a strong cup of coffee, preferably laced with imported scotch. Just because the gentleman waiting patiently in the council room agreed to the marriage, that didn't mean Yuffie would. The princess was going to blow a gasket. Who cared that they worked together on a frequent basis? Who cared that she often talked about this man with a glow in her eyes? Who cared --

"Staniv, quit your worrying."

"Sorry, sir." When did Godo become a mind reader?

"Did he agree to live in Wutai with my daughter?"

Worryworryworry ... "No, he wishes to live with her in Midgar."

Godo pondered on this a moment. "Would he agree to stay in Wutai for a period of six months after the wedding ceremony?"

"I would think so."

"About the ceremony itself --"

"He consented to a Nuptial Mass in Leviathan's Shrine."

"Splendid." A broad, triumphant smile manifested on the older man's face. Godo's golden years were shaping up to be the best so far. He could almost hear the pitter-patter of little feet and tiny voices yelling out, "Grandpa! Grandpa!" He hoped for a grandson first, since a male heir would be ideal for the throne after Yuffie's reign. That was one tradition he hoped the great water guardian would bless him with first. A granddaughter however; well, another little girl to spoil rotten would likely bring a hefty bride price once she was of age to marry.

"My lord," Staniv interrupted. "He wishes to have many children. Do not concern yourself with that."

Hm, the worrisome advisor proved to be a bit of a mind reader as well. "Thank you, Staniv. I always knew that Reeve Tuesti was a smart man."

While the two men in charge proceeded to welcome the commissioner to their country, the naiive bride-to-be began to brush her teeth in front of her bathroom mirror. Immature she still was, but like her father, Yuffie was no idiot. There was absolutely no way her pops would call her back just to have a little vacation. Godo was too cunning for something like that. The man had a plot up his kimono sleeve; she just needed to figure out what it was.

Yuffie spit in the sink and eyeballed her mother's formal kimono. Her father requested her presence at an early meeting, a conference that demanded fancy-shmancy duds and very good behavior. The entire situation reeked of diplomacy and politics. Sweet Leviathan, did Yuffie find herself bored at these things. At least the meetings at the WRO were fun because counting the hairs in Reeve's goatee kept her occupied. She decided against calling Reeve on his cell phone and resigned herself to just go with the flow for now.

Only if they didn't try to marry her off or some shit.

Mystic: Politics is so much fun. Don't y'all agree? And yes, the song Yuffie was dancing around to was "Technologic" by Daft Punk. See you at the next chapter!