Silver Honesty

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He followed the girl calmly out of the bar and down the busy street. She seemed to know where she was going for he could discern her determined footsteps on the concrete. On the outside he looked tranquility embodied, but truly he was quite furious. He finally found a place on this god forsaken planet that looked mildly enticing and she goes and ruins it. If it was up to him he would just shoot her right this instant, but Yazoo was not one to back out of a challenge. If she wanted a fight, she would get it. Perhaps a painful death along with it.

Yuffie on the other hand was becoming more and more anxious with every passing step. When she first saw the silver-headed man she acted, as she was prone to, on impulse. She mistook him for Sephiroth for a somewhat apparent reason, but now she could have smacked herself. He wasn't Sephiroth; in fact he didn't look much like Sephiroth now that she thought about it. If Yuffie was anyone else, she would probably apologize by now and the whole ordeal would be over, but…there is a huge BUT…Yuffie was Yuffie. She would agree to bite off her own tongue before she would admit that she made a mistake.

Thus went the short trip form the bar to the secluded area right in front of the pathway up DaChao. Yuffie stopped suddenly and spun around while opening her mouth to say something, that without a doubt was a profanity or a derogatory remark, but she was promptly cut off when she noticed that instead of looking Yazoo in the face she was staring at his leather clad chest. Reason? He was following quite close behind and her sudden stop almost made him knock into her. Now he was too close for comfort, but Yuffie pushed that in the back of her mind and undeterred crossed her arms over her chest and shot a glare upwards to where his face was.

Yazoo raised an eyebrow and took a step back; he resisted the urge to snort at her failed attempt to look tough. With her stature and glorious height of, perhaps, 5 foot 2, the sight was not very impressive.

"Who are you?" Yuffie asked while narrowing her eyes in the process.

"With the welcome I have received, I would think you'd know." Yazoo said coldly. It would be quite safe to say that he was not enjoying himself. She opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she was about to say was cut off by a very irritated voice that was heard coming from the path which the duo earlier used to get to the clearing.

"Yuffie! Lord Godo expects your presence in the Pagoda this instant. In fact he was expecting your presence for the past half hour." Yuffie slapped her forehead. Yazoo sighed and rubbed his temples irritably. Before Yuffie could answer the older man standing in the path he shot her a cold glare.

"Does that mean I'm free of your obnoxious persona?" Yuffie glared right back at him while her hand inched slowly towards her shuriken.

"Why you…" she started to say, but was again cut off by the older man.

"Yuffie! Now!" he said sternly and beckoned her to follow him with one delicate finger. Yuffie looked like she was about to protest, but her expression changed almost instantly into grim determination. She walked up to Yazoo, who was looking quite taken aback and grabbed his arm none too gently.

"You're coming with me." She all but growled dragging him down the path again in the direction of the Pagoda. "Can't have you running off on our fight while I'm tortured by the old geezer." Yazoo rolled his eyes and jerked his arm out of her grasp. His day was ruined, he was developing a headache, and now he probably had to sit around for about an hour waiting for the obnoxious 'teenager'. Life couldn't get any better! At least he could have the pleasure of causing her rather painful demise. (Sarcasm by the way.)

"Wouldn't dream of it." He said in monotone. Then added under his breath "And I'm quite capable of walking on my own." Thankfully the walk to the Pagoda was mercifully short and silence enveloped the whole ordeal. When they got there Yazoo stalked off to the side taking a seat on a rather comfortable bench and surveying his surroundings. Yuffie watched him cautiously and only when he was seated did she proceed to enter the Pagoda. Well, more precisely she didn't quite get into the Pagoda. A concerned-looking Godo ran out of it with a bewildered expression on his face stopping her in her tracks.

When he saw his daughter his expression changed form one of concern to relief and finally settled permanently in anger. Through all this Yuffie remained blissfully ignorant of what was going on. Until—

"Yuffie! Do you have any consideration for other?" Godo asked her, and without letting her reply lounged into a rather elaborate lecture "Staniv and I were searching for you for the past four hours. First you don't show up to breakfast, then you don't show up to the meeting at the Temple of Leviathan, and finally a half an hour ago you didn't come to the conference room when I specifically asked you to be there." This all came out as one long run-on sentence and Godo stopped to take a jagged breath and calm himself. "At times like these you can't go wondering off without telling me or Staniv where you are going." Yuffie sighed, she probably received this speech more than ten times in the past week, which was quite an achievement in itself.

"Sorry?" she said looking very much unapologetic.

"I have made a decision." Godo said regaining his composure. "We are going to hire a bodyguard for you."

"WHAT!" Yuffie's scream echoed off the walls of the building surrounding the main square where they stood. And after that, as you probably guessed, the protesting started.

However, it would be much more beneficial to pay more attention to what happened on the other side of the court yard. While Yuffie was 'tortured by the old geezer' Yazoo went through something akin to torture, but from Kadaj. The moment he sat himself on the bench his cell rang with the caller ID flashing out his brother's name.

"Yes." Yazoo said after picking up the phone.

"I have a very important job for you." Came the familiar voice of Kadaj on the other end of the line. Yazoo didn't respond, which meant he was listening so Kadaj continued. "I have just talked to Mr. Katami, who has a rather…influential company running in Kalm. He has agreed to help our cause if only we could get him one thing."

"And that would be?" Yazoo interjected slowly.

"A political tie with Wutai." Kadaj answered casually. Yazoo shrugged even though his brother couldn't see him.

"How do I fit into this?" he asked softly. There was a short pause on the other end of the line.

"The city of Wutai is running as a monarchy. The Lord has been offered an affiliation with the company, but for some reason the offer was turned down. Lord…Godo, I believe it is, has a young daughter, Yuffie Kisaragi, who if put in the hands of Katami Co. could play a major role in securing the tie between Wutai and the company." There was another pause and then a sigh. "Could you possibly get her?" came the clipped question that Yazoo was hoping wouldn't come.

"Yes." He said and after hearing a sigh of a relief and a thanks he hung up. This was exactly the time that Yuffie's desperate scream of 'What!' reached his sensitive ears. He sighed, he remembered the man, back in the clearing, refer to the teenager as Yuffie. He rubbed his temples irritably for the second time in the past 15 minutes. Yazoo got up and walked smoothly towards the scene that was playing itself out in the middle of the square next to the Pagoda. He half heard enough of the conversation to know that Lord Godo wanted to get his daughter a bodyguard. He didn't feel like fighting 20 warriors that were currently situated in every which corner of the square. It would be messy and he had a headache.

If the teenager needed a bodyguard, he guessed he'd have to volunteer. That way it would be much easier to get her to Kalm unscathed. Well perhaps emotionally damaged from her obnoxious banter, but certainly not physically injured. He stopped a few feet away form the arguing father and daughter and regarded them calmly for a few minutes. He really couldn't believe he was getting himself into this. Well… he really didn't have much of a choice.

"Excuse me." He said quietly. Both Godo and Yuffie stopped their pointless argument and looked at him quizzically. "I would like to have the job of being her bodyguard." Godo surveyed Yazoo from head to foot and his face lit up in a smile. Yuffie on the other hand huffed, crossed her arms over her chest, and glared daggers at the seemingly stoic silver-headed prick.

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