Chapter 3
Yuffie was tired, she was wet, and she was cold. It had been three days since Jason had caught her, and he had been training her ever since. He said the first thing she needed to work on was he stealth skill. This had irrataded her, but she reluctantly agreed. Now it was raining and she hadn't slept in days. He insisted that e true thief could maintain thier ability, no matter the position they were in. So here she was, soaked to the bone, preparing to break into his house as a test. She approached the window and slid it open slowly, she entered and proceeded through the darkness. She reached the stairs and slowly went up, avoiding the loose stair that had given her away last time. She reached the bedroom door, and slowly opened it, the blow to her chest surprised her. She flew down the stairs and landed hard at the bottom. His trap had gotten her.
She woke up, finding him standing over her. She caught a look of worry in his eyes, but it quickly dissapeared, as he saw her eyes open.
"Can't you do anything right?" he asked.
Yuffie ignored the anger rising in her. "Well, it's not my fault that you boobytrapped the door."
"You are supposed to know everything about your mark, before you try and rob them. I have taught you this before. I am beginning to wonder if you realize how important this is."
"But I do understand, I am trying my best."
"Well, then I was mistaken in your abilities, I'll go fetch the athorities."
This immediately raise fear inside of Yuffie. "No, please, I'll try harder, I'll do anything. Just please don't call them."
"Very well, you will rest, then I have a challenge for you."