HugThePsycho007 - Thanks for the translation and your compliment! Her name is actually Lucia Rouge but your corrections on the name is right since people in the story don't know her name. And the faces... I stared to watch this show about mircoexpression which also got me to write this story too XP
ChrissyViolet - Thank you very much! I was kinda surprised no one thought of it sooner...
Disclaimer: I don't know -Man or any of the characters only Lucia and Yuffie...ish.
Summary: AU. Lucia Rouge is the legendary poker player known around the world. But upon reaching London, she means another player who actually beats her. Being a sore loser, she goes to seek out this poker play know as Crown Clown for a rematch. Allen/OC
Chapter II
To London
"Where to next, Yuffie?" I asked, leaning back in the front seat of the car with my hands behind my head. Of course, I was proud of my last win. It was in a suitcase in the back of the car, along with four more cases.
My best friend was driving and pretty wildly too. She had short black hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Apparently from the sign, we're going to London, England." She said the name with a horrible British accent, causing me to laugh.
"Do you think they'll be a challenge?" I mused slightly, glancing at the road. I could already see London.
She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Who knows - most likely not." She stated, grinning slightly and I shook my head at her cockiness towards me. "But I'll still look for who, what and where."
That's how we worked. Yuffie would get information on who was the worst gambler, who was the best, if they had a lot of money, if they didn't. Then, she would tell me and I would go in prepared for all the gamblers like myself. It's good to know have some intelligence when you go into the battle field, right?
"London's five star hotel, right?" Yuffie side glanced towards me while I gave her a look that said 'obviously'. She pulled into the driveway and parked the car. We grabbed our suitcases filled with both cash and clothes.
We walked into the hotel. I've always thought London hotels would be elegant but this is ridiculous. I swear their walls - everything was made out of gold. That or they spray painted it a gold color. Yuffie nudged my rib with her elbow, pointing to the counter with a sly grin.
I'll tell you now - Yuffie, my best friend...is a whore. And I do mean a whore. I don't even know how many times she has already had sex before but I still love her. I do try to stop her sometimes or I just leave her be. What she does is not my business. As long as she's still my best friend and does her job - I'll still be with her.
"Welcome to Royal Chace Hotel." The man behind the counter greeted with a thick British accent.
Yuffie leaned on the counter, opening her mouth to say something. "We'd like a twin room, please." I cut her off, covering her mouth with my hand. The man smiled slightly before pressing something into the computer.
"That will be...One hundred and twenty pounds, please." He said and I shuffled through my pockets with one hand. I'm glad we converted some of the money into pounds - less of a hassle. I gave the money and he took it, punch more into the machine before there was a small ding. The draw opened and he put the money in before he handed us a key. "You're room is on the seventh floor; 712 Enjoy your stay."
Yuffie smirked slightly. "I will if-"
"Let's go," I grabbed the back of her shirt and started to pull her towards the elevator, much to her discontent.
The elevator opened with a ding and we stepped it. She was still pouting about me not letting her flirt. "Ah! Please hold the elevator!" A young voice with a slight British accent called, causing me to stop the door from closing. An old man a bit shorter than me stepped inside and gave me a thankful smile. "Thank you."
Wait a minute...he wasn't old!
He had short white hair sure, and his eyes were a grayish blue but his skin wasn't wrinkled at all. If I were to guess, he looked about fifteen or so. My eyes noticed the star shaped scar on his forehead and went down his left eye to his cheek. Weird. "Uh...you're welcome." I answered, still a bit confused with the hair and the scar.
Yuffie glanced up from her pouting to the floor to stare at him, probably with the same look I did as he reached over to press the same floor. He had the most cheerful aura I've ever seen anyone have. There was a pleasant smile on his face and it was even strange to me.
I noticed he was dress so properly - like a little gentlemen. How cute. I wasn't sure if he was ignoring us staring at him to be politely or he just didn't care. Soon, the elevator stopped and the door opened with a small ding. He gave a small smile before stepping off.
We stared at each other. The doors started to close and I held it open with my hand and went out with Yuffie following me. He went down the opposite hallway and went to around. As soon as he opened the door, he went inside and something golden hit him right in the face. He groaned slightly as he shut the door behind him.
"Well that's...odd..." Yuffie murmured as I shrugged and went down our hall to our room. Although I couldn't help but agree with her.
Author's Note: She sees Allen and talks to him very briefly. I wonder how he got into such an expensive hotel...:3 I'm sure you know though, anyway review please!
