Chapter 8: Obviously Not One of Those Ladies
"Ya should feel honored! A woman, trainin' with Sir!" There was a stifled squeal of excitement from Elena as she stopped her ramblings for a moment, glancing up at Tifa, who was dressed in breeches, and had requested for some deer hide gloves, and was fidgeting a bit nervously. Her long chocolate strands had been pulled back into a slight ponytail tied off at the end, secured so they wouldn't get into her face. Elena let her lips curve down, watching her friend with worry etched on her face. "Are ya a'ight?" She asked a bit nervously, and Tifa said nothing, staring blankly at the floor, before her gaze turned back to Elena, her usual warm eyes now narrowed, cold. Elena gave a slight shiver, shifting from one foot to the next.
"Elena, how did he know I could fight? I'm sure I never told anyone." Tifa said in a sort of dreamy, thoughtful voice, though her eyes were troubled, disturbed as Elena blinked again, giving a slight sigh. She tilted her head to the side, her brown eyes observing Tifa curiously, as if seeing her for the first time.
"Sir's an outlaw, an' if there's information he wants, then by God, he'll get it." Elena whispered softly, and Tifa nodded her head, her eyes downcast. So. that's how things were around here. He had said this was his own world, and he ruled it, so it was natural he would find out whatever he wanted. Her eyes narrowed a bit, remembering the two dark haired men by his side, Tseng and his brother. What was his name? Hopefully they wouldn't be present during the little 'duel' everyone was talking about. However, the almighty 'Sir' had decreed everyone go on their normal business, and that the news would be circulated tomorrow, and for that, Tifa was grateful. She didn't like fighting in front of a huge crowd, especially if she didn't know most of them, and she knew how men were. They'd probably be getting a lot out of this fight, more than Tifa would like them to.
"Oh. I see." Tifa said evenly, straightening as she heard heavy boots thudding against the floorboards, and her eyes rose to meet cobalt blue eyes, and she blew her bangs out of her face. Rufus only meet her expression with an amused eyebrow rising, as if he were mocking her.
"Ready, Ms. Lockheart?" He asked, even having the nerve to offer his hand, which Tifa ignored, turning her gaze away, getting up and following him anyway, ignoring his muffled chuckling and Tseng's glare on her back.
"Mista Tseng, Ah think things are gonna brighten up 'round here." Elena offered, glancing over at Tseng, who was eyeing the disappearing pair with scorn. Vincent also said nothing, though glanced at his brother with a slight undistinguishable look on his face, something close to disapproval. Elena cleared her throat again, trying to start conversation, but she gave a slight sigh instead, looking up at Tseng with a somewhat hopeful gaze. Vincent gave a light sigh, shaking his head as he turned to leave. Tseng watched him for a moment, standing to go as well, though Vincent shook his head, gesturing for his sibling to stay. With that, he turned and exited, leaving Tseng a bit confused, though his face remained as stony as ever, and inwardly, Elena squealed happily. Finally! Her chance to finally impress Mista Tseng!
Then she noticed his fists clenching into angered fists, and her eyes widened, and she bit her lip, silencing her tongue. She knew how much Mista Tseng cared for Sir, almost like a father would care for a son, and he was probably feeling angered because Sir had probably disobeyed him.
"Don' ya want Sir ta be happy?" Tseng whirled around, seeing Elena, staring up at him, with her brown eyes wide, her hands clamped over her mouth as if she hadn't wanted to say anything, but had spoken anyway.
"What do you mean?" Tseng asked, and Elena turned her gaze away, suddenly finding the floor interesting. She shuffled her feet nervously, inwardly yelling at herself, though she gathered enough courage to speak again, hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of him.
"Sir obviously likes Tifa an' she's a nice gal. Don' ya want him to be happy?" Elena asked, trying to choose her words carefully, though like every other time, her words tumbled off her tongue and she couldn't do anything about it. She shuffled around nervously, not meeting Tseng's stony gaze.
"What are you saying?" Elena winced a bit, trying hard to ignore the icy edge in his voice. She didn't want to hear the spite in his voice. She made a face, gathering up her courage and facing him, her brown eyes meeting his coal black ones.
"Ah'm sayin' that maybe Sir needs some happiness in his life." Elena said firmly, her hands on her hips. Tseng regarded her coolly, saying nothing for a moment, and then he turned a booted heel and strode out.
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"Ah swear, if ya don' get whoever caught the person who kidnapped Tifa Ah'll-!"
"Ah know Miz Yuffie. Beat the crap outta me." Zack finished with a slight sigh, shaking his head as he continued to pat his dark chocobo on the head, far too used to Yuffie's inappropriate behavior to really care. Besides, she had been spewing the same threats over and over, and it didn't take the smartest genius on the planet to parrot it back to her.
Yuffie's face turned a bit red, her face scrunched up a bit at him as he calmly continued to take care of his chocobo. Had this guy no feelings? Seriously! All she was saying was for him to take care of her best friend and no bodily harm would come to him! So what if she had proclaimed it nonstop for the last five minutes? Who knew what this guy would forget. It was hard to tell what he was thinking behind those warm blue eyes of his that shielded his thoughts from her.
Yuffie had been wrong when she compared Zack to Cloud. True, they had similar features, if not a bit scary, but their personalities were as different as day and night. Zack being day of course, though she found it a bit hilarious that Cloud's hair would resemble the sun while Zack's was like an inky night sky. It tickled her humor inside of her, making her burst out in laughter, causing Zack to look at her in annoyance.
"Ehehe! I'm so brilliant!" Yuffie said, congratulating her own brilliance, giggling happily to herself as she slid back into her semi-proper attitude, though her father would be appalled by the way she was behaving. Abruptly she stopped laughing, her face scrunching up into a disgusted grimace. Even when he wasn't with her, her father's presence seemed to suck out all the fun in life like a sponge would water.
Noticing Zack had been looking at her peculiarly, she glared at him, sticking out her tongue, and she was sure her father would have scowled and lectured her, but who cared? She was almost a full grown woman, and she could act however way she d*** well pleased! Who cared what her father thought. He didn't care about her, so why couldn't she do the same?
"What are you lookin' at?" Yuffie snapped, and Zack shook his head, turning his gaze back to his chocobo, emitting a slight sigh. Yuffie tapped her foot impatiently, glaring at him with her almond eyes like slits, until Zack gave a slight chuckle, turning his gaze back to him.
"Ain't ya a regular daisy? Well, not that Ah mind. Them snobby money grabbers always got on my nerves." Zack said, and Yuffie quirked an eyebrow, not at all sure what that meant, but the tone he said it in was friendly, so she guessed she could make a civilized try at being nice. But only because he had started it, not her.
"Yea, well, what do you expect?" Yuffie asked, throwing out her hip, raising her eyebrow in a spunky look, making Zack give a light chuckle. With a small grin, he mounted his chocobo, tipping his hat to her.
"Well, malady, Ah reckon Ah'll be seein' ya around, so sit tight, ya'hear?" Zack said dashingly, flashing a smile that made ladies melt into a puddle of muteness, maidens daintily lowering their butterfly lashes onto their pale silky skin, beautiful women swooning and watching him wistfully as he would ride gallantly off.
But obviously that tickled Yuffie, for she emitted a laugh, high pitched, as if that was the funniest thing someone had ever said to her, making his eyebrows narrow a bit.
"You think I'm actually staying in this dump? I'm coming with ya!" Obviously Yuffie Kisargi wasn't one of those ladies.
~*Author's Notes*~ You really thought I was going to let Yuffie stay behind? Please! *laughs insanely* Yes, I know, I'm strange, but it's all in good fun. Well, anyway, like I was saying, for you people who wanted to know what was going on with the Cloud posse or whatever you wanted to call them. More Rufus and Tifa sparring later. I didn't know what to call it, so yea! Oh, I'm having a very big problem, yes. I was wondering who I should pair Zack with. Most votes win, even if it is *shudder* Aeris. *sighs* Oh yes, it's been pointed out I bite my lip way too much! I'll work on that too, thanks! Well, anyway, read and review, and I'll see you people later, ne?
"Ya should feel honored! A woman, trainin' with Sir!" There was a stifled squeal of excitement from Elena as she stopped her ramblings for a moment, glancing up at Tifa, who was dressed in breeches, and had requested for some deer hide gloves, and was fidgeting a bit nervously. Her long chocolate strands had been pulled back into a slight ponytail tied off at the end, secured so they wouldn't get into her face. Elena let her lips curve down, watching her friend with worry etched on her face. "Are ya a'ight?" She asked a bit nervously, and Tifa said nothing, staring blankly at the floor, before her gaze turned back to Elena, her usual warm eyes now narrowed, cold. Elena gave a slight shiver, shifting from one foot to the next.
"Elena, how did he know I could fight? I'm sure I never told anyone." Tifa said in a sort of dreamy, thoughtful voice, though her eyes were troubled, disturbed as Elena blinked again, giving a slight sigh. She tilted her head to the side, her brown eyes observing Tifa curiously, as if seeing her for the first time.
"Sir's an outlaw, an' if there's information he wants, then by God, he'll get it." Elena whispered softly, and Tifa nodded her head, her eyes downcast. So. that's how things were around here. He had said this was his own world, and he ruled it, so it was natural he would find out whatever he wanted. Her eyes narrowed a bit, remembering the two dark haired men by his side, Tseng and his brother. What was his name? Hopefully they wouldn't be present during the little 'duel' everyone was talking about. However, the almighty 'Sir' had decreed everyone go on their normal business, and that the news would be circulated tomorrow, and for that, Tifa was grateful. She didn't like fighting in front of a huge crowd, especially if she didn't know most of them, and she knew how men were. They'd probably be getting a lot out of this fight, more than Tifa would like them to.
"Oh. I see." Tifa said evenly, straightening as she heard heavy boots thudding against the floorboards, and her eyes rose to meet cobalt blue eyes, and she blew her bangs out of her face. Rufus only meet her expression with an amused eyebrow rising, as if he were mocking her.
"Ready, Ms. Lockheart?" He asked, even having the nerve to offer his hand, which Tifa ignored, turning her gaze away, getting up and following him anyway, ignoring his muffled chuckling and Tseng's glare on her back.
"Mista Tseng, Ah think things are gonna brighten up 'round here." Elena offered, glancing over at Tseng, who was eyeing the disappearing pair with scorn. Vincent also said nothing, though glanced at his brother with a slight undistinguishable look on his face, something close to disapproval. Elena cleared her throat again, trying to start conversation, but she gave a slight sigh instead, looking up at Tseng with a somewhat hopeful gaze. Vincent gave a light sigh, shaking his head as he turned to leave. Tseng watched him for a moment, standing to go as well, though Vincent shook his head, gesturing for his sibling to stay. With that, he turned and exited, leaving Tseng a bit confused, though his face remained as stony as ever, and inwardly, Elena squealed happily. Finally! Her chance to finally impress Mista Tseng!
Then she noticed his fists clenching into angered fists, and her eyes widened, and she bit her lip, silencing her tongue. She knew how much Mista Tseng cared for Sir, almost like a father would care for a son, and he was probably feeling angered because Sir had probably disobeyed him.
"Don' ya want Sir ta be happy?" Tseng whirled around, seeing Elena, staring up at him, with her brown eyes wide, her hands clamped over her mouth as if she hadn't wanted to say anything, but had spoken anyway.
"What do you mean?" Tseng asked, and Elena turned her gaze away, suddenly finding the floor interesting. She shuffled her feet nervously, inwardly yelling at herself, though she gathered enough courage to speak again, hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of him.
"Sir obviously likes Tifa an' she's a nice gal. Don' ya want him to be happy?" Elena asked, trying to choose her words carefully, though like every other time, her words tumbled off her tongue and she couldn't do anything about it. She shuffled around nervously, not meeting Tseng's stony gaze.
"What are you saying?" Elena winced a bit, trying hard to ignore the icy edge in his voice. She didn't want to hear the spite in his voice. She made a face, gathering up her courage and facing him, her brown eyes meeting his coal black ones.
"Ah'm sayin' that maybe Sir needs some happiness in his life." Elena said firmly, her hands on her hips. Tseng regarded her coolly, saying nothing for a moment, and then he turned a booted heel and strode out.
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"Ah swear, if ya don' get whoever caught the person who kidnapped Tifa Ah'll-!"
"Ah know Miz Yuffie. Beat the crap outta me." Zack finished with a slight sigh, shaking his head as he continued to pat his dark chocobo on the head, far too used to Yuffie's inappropriate behavior to really care. Besides, she had been spewing the same threats over and over, and it didn't take the smartest genius on the planet to parrot it back to her.
Yuffie's face turned a bit red, her face scrunched up a bit at him as he calmly continued to take care of his chocobo. Had this guy no feelings? Seriously! All she was saying was for him to take care of her best friend and no bodily harm would come to him! So what if she had proclaimed it nonstop for the last five minutes? Who knew what this guy would forget. It was hard to tell what he was thinking behind those warm blue eyes of his that shielded his thoughts from her.
Yuffie had been wrong when she compared Zack to Cloud. True, they had similar features, if not a bit scary, but their personalities were as different as day and night. Zack being day of course, though she found it a bit hilarious that Cloud's hair would resemble the sun while Zack's was like an inky night sky. It tickled her humor inside of her, making her burst out in laughter, causing Zack to look at her in annoyance.
"Ehehe! I'm so brilliant!" Yuffie said, congratulating her own brilliance, giggling happily to herself as she slid back into her semi-proper attitude, though her father would be appalled by the way she was behaving. Abruptly she stopped laughing, her face scrunching up into a disgusted grimace. Even when he wasn't with her, her father's presence seemed to suck out all the fun in life like a sponge would water.
Noticing Zack had been looking at her peculiarly, she glared at him, sticking out her tongue, and she was sure her father would have scowled and lectured her, but who cared? She was almost a full grown woman, and she could act however way she d*** well pleased! Who cared what her father thought. He didn't care about her, so why couldn't she do the same?
"What are you lookin' at?" Yuffie snapped, and Zack shook his head, turning his gaze back to his chocobo, emitting a slight sigh. Yuffie tapped her foot impatiently, glaring at him with her almond eyes like slits, until Zack gave a slight chuckle, turning his gaze back to him.
"Ain't ya a regular daisy? Well, not that Ah mind. Them snobby money grabbers always got on my nerves." Zack said, and Yuffie quirked an eyebrow, not at all sure what that meant, but the tone he said it in was friendly, so she guessed she could make a civilized try at being nice. But only because he had started it, not her.
"Yea, well, what do you expect?" Yuffie asked, throwing out her hip, raising her eyebrow in a spunky look, making Zack give a light chuckle. With a small grin, he mounted his chocobo, tipping his hat to her.
"Well, malady, Ah reckon Ah'll be seein' ya around, so sit tight, ya'hear?" Zack said dashingly, flashing a smile that made ladies melt into a puddle of muteness, maidens daintily lowering their butterfly lashes onto their pale silky skin, beautiful women swooning and watching him wistfully as he would ride gallantly off.
But obviously that tickled Yuffie, for she emitted a laugh, high pitched, as if that was the funniest thing someone had ever said to her, making his eyebrows narrow a bit.
"You think I'm actually staying in this dump? I'm coming with ya!" Obviously Yuffie Kisargi wasn't one of those ladies.
~*Author's Notes*~ You really thought I was going to let Yuffie stay behind? Please! *laughs insanely* Yes, I know, I'm strange, but it's all in good fun. Well, anyway, like I was saying, for you people who wanted to know what was going on with the Cloud posse or whatever you wanted to call them. More Rufus and Tifa sparring later. I didn't know what to call it, so yea! Oh, I'm having a very big problem, yes. I was wondering who I should pair Zack with. Most votes win, even if it is *shudder* Aeris. *sighs* Oh yes, it's been pointed out I bite my lip way too much! I'll work on that too, thanks! Well, anyway, read and review, and I'll see you people later, ne?