Author's Notes: Thank you for all the reviews. Yes it does seem that Rufus is out of character, cause we never really do know what kind of guy Rufus was before his father got killed, so I'm planning to have him change during that time. Also, thanks for the fics you've mentioned with Rufus or maybe a Rufus/Tifa pairing, I've tried finding some of them... but I had no luck v_v I'll keep trying, though!

To "AngerZephyr 0": =crawls underneath the desk= ....please don't hurt me with your teddy bear!! Here... =hands the second chapter= ...it's yours!! Take it!

Behind the Name.

Chapter 2: Ocean Mist.

Tifa entered the room past the only set of double doors in that hall. Inside looked like a house in one room: an open bedroom on the left, the living room to the far right, and a kitchen in the back, near the center walls. Figures... why wouldn't the son of the President get suite as a room?

Upon entering his room, Rufus turned around to face the three others who were accompanying him. He looked over to the two soldiers and waved a hand, "You are dismissed." he announced.

One looked at him dumbfounded, "But sir..."

"I think I can handle myself." he stared coldly at them.

Both men shrugged and followed his orders. They loosened their grasp on Tifa's arms, and backed up and out the door, closing it behind them as they left.

Now's my chance!! Seeing the opportunity to escape, Tifa lifted her right foot in an attempt to kick Rufus in the stomach. She expected her opponent to be unaware of her action, yet the man had proved her wrong. Her foot had been blocked by a hand and swung to the side in a harsh matter, causing her to swirl around with her back against him. She was stuck!

Goddamn it!! she muffled out loud.

Rufus now kept her in a head lock, making it impossible for her to attempt anything. Although he had trouble keeping her still as she desperately tried to wiggle free, he had her in steady control.

"Calm down, okay! I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to hurt you, I swear!" he told her.

Immediately, he felt her body relax, she was no longer thrashing around. Acknowledging her understanding, he slowly pulled his hands from around her neck.

Wrong move! Once Tifa felt the grip on her neck loosen, she once again used her free feet to attack. This time hitting Rufus on the chin.

Rufus flung awhile back, then managed to retain his composure. He vigorously rubbed his chin, and smiled at her brave move.

Tifa on the other hand, gave a look of desperation and anger. She wanted to leave this place, this room. She knew what his intentions were for bringing her here, and she didn't like it. She didn't even like the smirk he was giving her now, although it did kinda make her blush a bit. She shook her head, But that's not the point!! She couldn't believe she was thinking things like that at a time like this.

Rufus stared at her still, keeping an eye on her next move. Instead, he found himself eyeing her face and her expression. He could tell she was thinking of what to do next, but he didn't know what.

Tifa couldn't stand it anymore, his quiet glances at her were freaking her out, and the fact that her mind is confused on whether she was getting freaked out or just getting flustered was driving her insane. She dashed over to him, hoping she could do a simple roundhouse to knock him out.

Rufus' eyes went wide as the girl ran at him in fast speed. He caught a glimpse of her left foot lifting from the ground, and he knew she was going to aim at his head with a spin kick. Before she could, Rufus rolled to his left, preventing the strike. Once he saw her land both feet, he leaped up and tackled her forward on the bed nearby.

Now she was thrashing more violent than ever. He hastily placed his legs around hers, keeping them together and still. He grabbed her shoulders and forced them hard on the mattress.

Tifa's heart pounded faster, This can't be happening!! Her desperation grew, she couldn't help her tears as they rapidly overflowed down her cheeks. She cried out as loud as she possibly could, hoping that help would arrive before anything could happen.

Rufus frowned as he saw her deep crimson eyes pour out a river of tears. He reached a hand to her face and wiped a fallen tear away, but his move seemed to make her stiffen her body and whimper instead of comfort her. His frown deepened.

He slowly brought down his head to hers, making sure she locked eyes with him, and whispered, "Please stop crying, I'm going to help you escape, so don't cry."

Tifa was surprised by what he had said, yet couldn't believe it was true.

Rufus knew just his words, weren't going to get him anywhere with this girl, "If I untie your hands, your mouth, and let myself off of you, would you promise to calm down and trust me?" he offered.

Tifa stared at him, reading his eyes of any possibility of bluffing. She found herself lost in his eyes, Could I trust you? she asked him from inside her mind.

Rufus felt his soul being read by her eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows at her, afraid she wasn't going to side with him, "Look, I may be the President's son, but I'm not like him at all believe me. I don't have any reason to hate you like this corporation does, even if your organization and yourself have tried to bring us down. Like I said, I'm not here to hurt you because I want to help you. Please...." he pleaded, "please trust me?"

He waited a couple seconds, before the girl's face shifted into a more relaxed look and nodded. Rufus flashed her a smile, turning her cheeks slightly red. He reached down to the back of her head and urged her to slightly lift it up. He un-knotted the handkerchief from the back and twisted it around her mouth. As soon as they were off, he heard her speak for the first time in her natural voice.

".. I'm sorry.... for kicking you." Tifa lifted her eyes to him, squinting from the guilt she felt.

Rufus' eyes went wide at her apology, he smiled, "It's nothing, you were just trying to take care of yourself, I can understand."

Tifa turned away, "Still..." She was then lifted up to sit, and Rufus got off of her legs to untie her hands behind her.

Pushing a little of her mahogany hair aside, Rufus sought for the knot and undid them. He noticed she was very relieved to be free from it, though I bet they were sore as hell. He remember noticing the dried blood around her wrists earlier and rushed to the bathroom, "Let me get some clean towels and antiseptic for those." he hastily said to her.

Tifa watched him disappear around a corner, still wasn't sure if she had done the right thing, if it was right to trust him. I barely know the guy! He doesn't even know my name!

As quick as he had gone to leave, Tifa noticed him once more rushing, only this time to her side. He sat beside with beside her carrying a bowl with a soaked towel, a tube of antiseptic, and bandages.

Rufus gently reached for her hand, trying not to make her jump at his move. Astonishingly, she gave him her hand willingly. He looked up and met her gaze, and flashed a smile. He started to clean some of the blood off, and decided to break the silence between them, "I didn't catch your name?"

Tifa smirked, "That's 'cause I never threw it to you."

Rufus looked up to her, shook his head, and turned his attention back to the opened rash around her wrist.

After a brief pause, Tifa spoke up.

"My name is Tifa."

Without meeting her gaze again, Rufus responded, "Hi Tifa, I suspect you already know who I am? Rufus Shinra."

Tifa nodded her head, afterwards, everything was back to silence. Tifa watched as Rufus cleaned and wrapped her wrists gently. She was a little taken by his warm touch, his soft fingers running around her palms..... Ah! Snap out of it Tifa!!

She turned her head away, trying to avoid any glances with him.

Rufus' eyes jerked upwards, noticing Tifa turn away in a rush. Why is she all red? He thought for a minute, then couldn't help but smile at himself.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in such a dangerous occupation like Avalanche?" he asked.

"I'm doing it for the good of everyone... what's wrong with being a 'pretty girl'?" she turned back to him and skeptically stared at his ocean mist eyes, a little annoyed at his question.

Rufus chuckled, "Well, nothing. It's just... what if you get hurt or killed? A beautiful creation such as yourself, shouldn't be wasted like that." finishing the last round of bandage on her wrist, he stood up and went back to the bathroom before he even let her have a chance to speak.

Tifa blushed once more from his remarks, If I didn't know any better, I swear that he was trying to hit on me... She didn't want to even think about it, she already had her own little mind game going in her own head about him, she didn't need another. Tifa stood up from the soft, comfy bed, and looked around. Everything was clean and neat, nothing seemed to be wrong with the way he placed things around. She headed to the living space, which was huge, and sat down on the white sofa, Nice and fluffy. she complimented.

She turned to her side as she saw that Rufus has come back, only this time, instead of having his white long coat on, he had taken it off, leaving only the black turtle neck sweater underneath visible.

Rufus glanced at her on his couch, "You could watch if you want, it doesn't matter." He was relieved that she decided to trust him, "You might be in the news, you know?"

Tifa grinned, "I'm pretty famous now, aren't I? One slight mistake from the Avalanche and the press goes crazy!"

Rufus laughed at her sarcasm. Taking a seat beside her, but not so close, he picked up the remote and turned it to the local channel hoping to catch the 9 o' clock news report. Rufus sighed and stretched an arm behind his head, "Tell me about it! I remembered when I was 4, I learned how to read and remembered all the news channels talking about; 'Rufus Shinra, carrying on the family bloodline with his intelligence!' God, that was scary...."

He then heard her laugh, which amused him.

"Poor you! But I bet you didn't mind all the attention?" Tifa asked.

"Of course I did!! You don't know how annoying it was to be praised every time, even for just one measly thing." He decided to change the subject, "So what about you? Got any stories to tell?"

Tifa turned her eyes to the television, "A million, but I really don't want to tell them...."

"Well, you don't have to, I was just making conversation." Rufus turned up the tv as the news started. Just as he predicted, Tifa would make the top news of the hour. As the lady started, a picture popped up from the top right corner of the screen.

"Oh god, where the hell did they get that picture from?!" Tifa smacked her forehead in embarrassment. She couldn't believe a picture of her taking a bite of a cheeseburger was being shown on television the whole city of Midgar to see.

Rufus chuckled a bit and continued to listen to what the news had to say about her capture.

"The Avalanche group were suspected to blow up the Sector 5 reactor, 7p.m. this night, doubting Shinra had a clue about this attack. Unfortunately for them, a few cover-op Shinra troops were posted all along the reactor. As the Avalanche came aware or their presence, they then secluded their mission and fled. Fortunately for us, commander of the operation plan, Major Whilsky was also present at the time and managed to handle his team into victory, catching one Avalanche member. Her name will not be revealed, as President Shinra has noted. Now on our second story...." the news reporter was very brisk on her report.

"Why is your dad covering my name for me?" Tifa turned to Rufus who looked at her with confusion.

Rufus shrugged, "No idea, usually he wouldn't give a damn about a prisoners identity, especially rebels."

Tifa sighed and looked down to her knees, "Are you really helping me escape?"

"Yeah..." Rufus replied softly, his eyes still at the television.

"But how? I mean, wouldn't you get in serious trouble for this?" she was making sure that this guy actually knew what he was getting into.

Rufus shrugged again, "I will somehow. Yes, I would get in serious trouble when and only if I get caught, which I plan not to." he turned to the clock above the tv, and yawned, "Why don't you get some sleep, I'm sure you need it. We'll come up with something in the morning."

He stood up and headed to the closet near the bathroom door, taking out two white pillows and a blanket, "You take my bed, I'll take the couch."

Tifa stood up, "I can't do that! It's your bed, I don't mind sleeping on the couch."

"Made up my mind already, you take the bed. Besides you probably been through hell all day, I figured you needed something for comfortable than a couch." he walked back to the sofa and plopped the pillows and blanket down.

Tifa was a little flattered at his hospitality, "A-Are you sure?"

Rufus nodded, placing a pillow on one end of the sofa, "Yeah, go ahead."

Tifa walked over to the bed and sat, It is really comfortable, but..... She turned her gaze at Rufus who was removing his sweater, leaving him only in a beater. Tifa found herself blushing and turned away.

"Do you need more pillows, or blankets?" Rufus said from across the room.

She shook her head quickly, avoiding eye contact. She quickly shook off her boots and climbed under the sheets.

Rufus raised an eyebrow up at her, then quietly laid down the sofa. He pulled his blanket to his chin and placed an arm behind his head, "Goodnight." he called out.

"Goodnight to you too, and... thanks, for everything." he heard her say softly. He grinned.

Soon his grin disappeared as he took notice of what tomorrow was going to be like. What his father would say when he finds out the prisoner was at his room the whole night, Probably something like, "Well done son! You've made your father proud!" He gave a disgusted sigh and forced himself to sleep.



Next Chapter: "Chapter 3: A little white lie, right?"

Author's second notes: What's this, is Tifa getting a little crush at Rufus? ^_^ heehee... yeah. Anyways, thanx again, for all the positive reviews (I luv them!!) And thanks to all those who found it interesting and wished for it to continue.