A/n: Hey guys, back again after, yes I know, *another* long break. But
hey, as long as I getting them up, right? Hey, thanks to all the people
that have reviewed!! I love reviews as much as I like writing fics, even if
they do tell me that I have problems with the storyline or grammar. Keep
up the reviews, for my sanity's sake! Peace and love, *especially* love,
enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, FF7 not mine, Greek Mythology not mine, but the idea, yes, IS MINE!
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Getting a second glance at her surroundings, Tifa was overwhelmed with questions. She looked back at the bed she had been sleeping in. "I guess it wasn't a dream after all. Who the heck brought me here?" She sat down and was surprised at how soft the bed was. There was a down comforter, satin sheets, and big fluffy pillows. She instantly felt the longing to go back to bed, due to the still ever-present sedative.
Still in her pj's, she walked to the closet the butler had pointed out to her. There were only a few choices that she would wear willingly, the others were just to fancy for her tastes. She carefully chose a black tank top and a white button up shirt that fit her slender waist, and comfortably hugged her curves. The jeans she picked up were a just a bit snug, but not enough to hinder necessary movement. Looking for shoes, Tifa was surprised to find that her own boots had been included with the collection.
Soon after she was dressed, she began to brush her long mahogany hair while she waited for the butler to come back with her meal. And some answers.
Another knock soon interrupted Tifa from her wandering thoughts. "Come in"
"Yes ma'am, your food is here. I hope you find it tasty, Ms. Lockheart." The butler smiled at her. "I do believe you had some questions for me? Or would you like to wait until after you eat?"
"No, no I'd like to find out some things right now. Um, ok. First off, who are you, and why am I here?" She asked as she began to dig into her eggs.
He smiled at her with twinkling gray eyes. "My name is William Cunningham. I run the residence when the master is away. The maids will be in here shortly to make the bed, by the way, so if you want to go out into Costa del Sol and shop, by all means, do so. As for your second question, the master had you brought here to bring you out of danger. Of what danger I am not sure, but I am sure that you will be safe and comfortable during your stay. I had hoped that you might have the information concerning the threat, but I guess you know as much as I do on that."
She looked down at her half empty plate. "I'm thinking that the threat is President ShinRa. But who would know about that?" Tifa thought. "Okaayy, so, who is this 'master' of yours?" This question was what bugged her the most. Was it someone she knew?
"Ah, ma'am it is that information that I cannot release. He specifically mentioned that his identity would be kept a secret. I apologize for that inconvenience."
Moving on to her coffee, Tifa shook her head. "You mean to tell me that I'm being kept in a house belonging to some rich stranger? Sounds like something out of a storybook to me. Is he at least good looking?" She asked with all honesty and innocence.
Laughing as though he hadn't heard a funny joke in ages, Mr. Cunningham tried to gain composure. "I assure you madam, he is a rather good-looking young man. Maybe he *is* looking for romance. Ms. Lockheart I'm afraid your humor has made me feel young again. The master of the house *does* have a sense of humor, but it is rare that we see him, and when he does come to this residence, it is late at night. It is quite hard to find amusement around this house. I thank you for making me laugh. Now, here is 500 gil, go out and find yourself some clothing that you like."
Tifa gasped when he handed her that much money, but he wouldn't take it back. When Mr. Cunningham had left, she tried to finish her coffee. "Okay, what I said wasn't *that* funny. The poor guy must rarely get out. And 500 gil? I'm not buying that much clothes." Scratching her head, headed out the bedroom, door wondering where the front door was.
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"Have you found her yet?" An enraged President ShinRa stormed into Rufus' office, crossing his arms impatiently.
Sighing with a hint of shame, the Vice President shook his head. "No, father, I haven't. I searched her house personally last night. It looked like she'd been abducted. There were traces of a sedative in a drink left on the bar. I almost positive it was hers, it had the same lipstick shade she was wearing last night on it."
His father snorted. "Perceptive, Rufus. I had no idea you had checked her out that closely."
Rolling his eyes, Rufus continued. "Her house had also been raided. Some clothes had been taken, and some personals from the bathroom. Someone is taking her on a vacation. And they got to her before I did. It's highly unlikely that she's even in Midgar anymore. Are you sure you want to go through all this trouble? She's probably done for anyway, anyone who had to knock her out with a sedative before taking her *can't* have good intentions."
The president shook his head. "No. Find her. I will accept no less from you. If you find her, I want proof. If you kill her, I want evidence, but for God's sake, do it quietly."
Rufus sighed and walked out of the room. "Why the hell does he want her dead anyway? She just knocked out his guards. Its not like she hit him or anything. Although, that *would* have been rather amusing." He thought to himself, chuckling. He looked at his watch. It was only nine in the morning. And his stomach was growling. "I wonder what's cooking in the kitchen..."
When he reached his destination, he saw Reno already attacking the sausage and egg taquitos, leaving none for the vice president. Giving Reno a death- glare (and a mental pout), Rufus settled for a glazed donut and some coffee.
Reno, with a full mouth, tried to apologize about totally inhaling Rufus' favorite breakfast meal. "Ish jusht rare that yoo eat breakfasht. *Gulp* So I figured, 'Hell yeah, taquitos!' Oh, uh, by the way. How is the search going? Have you found her yet?"
Breaking out of his death-glare, Rufus quirked an eyebrow. "No. Why? Do you know something about it? Or are you worried? That's one emotion Turks shouldn't feel. So where is she, Reno? Where'd you hide her?"
His redheaded friend shook his head. "I didn't take her anywhere. I just think it's a little harsh to *kill* her, ya know? She didn't do anything wrong."
"Yeah well, you know my dad."
His friend gave a devious grin. "I think you got the hots for this girl, Ruf. Heh, and what's not to like: beautiful face, great curves, mysterious eyes, *and* a gorgeous smile? Admit it, you know she's your type."
Rufus glared at his friend again. "She's pretty, but that can't stop me from my job. And you know it. If I spared her, dad would be furious. People would be reading in tomorrow's papers: 'Vice President dies suddenly and tragically in fatal helicopter crash.'" Upon finishing his donut, Rufus closed his eyes and dusted the sugar crumbs off his fingers. "Besides, I barely know her. I saw her twice. And I don't exactly believe in love at first shove. I owe her, she nearly knocked me over backwards trying to escape."
Reno snorted and shook his head. "Well what would you have done if you were in her shoes?"
Grinning, Rufus retorted, "Heh, I don't think size 8 pumps would look that great on me, Reno. But you can try them on if you like, she left them here last night to make a better getaway. Maybe you could give them to Elena as a late anniversary gift..."
Laughing, Reno started to comment. "Hah, that's funny. Our anniversary is..." Thinking about the date, the redhead's eyes widened. "Aw, shit. How the hell did you remember that, Ruf?"
"Elena has only been prancing around for the last week singing, 'I wonder what he's gonna get me on our anniversary on Thursday?' So Reno, what *did* you get her?" Rufus asked evilly, every tooth showing in the huge grin he had on his face.
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Happy with her purchases, Tifa made her way to the nearest café. She'd bought a few clothes that she liked, and a swimsuit since hers wasn't taken from her home. Heck, she was in Costa del Sol, and there wasn't anything to keep her from swimming and tanning. There were still questions on her mind, and she just couldn't stop herself from asking about the Villa she was staying in.
One man told her that even the people native to the seaport town hadn't ever seen the owner of the large house. They assumed it was an older gentleman, that he came only during certain nights, and he never stayed long. Others said that they'd seen him at a distance, never a case where he was seen up close. He was like a hermit that never came out during the day. It seemed no one in the town had ever made contact with him.
Exhausted from walking most of the day, she lugged her bags toward the stairs. Immediately, two teenagers took the bags away from her gently and carried them up the stairs to her room. Not getting any time to protest, Tifa shook her head and followed them.
They smiled at her when she came into the room and asked her politely if she needed any help putting the clothes away.
"No thanks boys, but I do thank you for carrying these up for me. Say, you don't happen to have any info on the guy that owns this house, do you?" She asked, innocently.
Both grinned at her question. They knew she'd been informed of the master keeping his identity a secret. "Sorry ma'am, but we can't tell you. You know the rules."
Shaking her head, she gave up. "All right already. So, what do you do for fun around here when you're not working?"
Without missing a beat, both the boys answered, "Surfing!"
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A/n: Yeah, surfing! Never done it myself, but I'd love to try. Anyways, again, I beg of you, please review! I need critiquing! Thanks you guys, and have a great Valentines Day! XOXOXO's to all!
~Kage
Disclaimer: No, FF7 not mine, Greek Mythology not mine, but the idea, yes, IS MINE!
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Getting a second glance at her surroundings, Tifa was overwhelmed with questions. She looked back at the bed she had been sleeping in. "I guess it wasn't a dream after all. Who the heck brought me here?" She sat down and was surprised at how soft the bed was. There was a down comforter, satin sheets, and big fluffy pillows. She instantly felt the longing to go back to bed, due to the still ever-present sedative.
Still in her pj's, she walked to the closet the butler had pointed out to her. There were only a few choices that she would wear willingly, the others were just to fancy for her tastes. She carefully chose a black tank top and a white button up shirt that fit her slender waist, and comfortably hugged her curves. The jeans she picked up were a just a bit snug, but not enough to hinder necessary movement. Looking for shoes, Tifa was surprised to find that her own boots had been included with the collection.
Soon after she was dressed, she began to brush her long mahogany hair while she waited for the butler to come back with her meal. And some answers.
Another knock soon interrupted Tifa from her wandering thoughts. "Come in"
"Yes ma'am, your food is here. I hope you find it tasty, Ms. Lockheart." The butler smiled at her. "I do believe you had some questions for me? Or would you like to wait until after you eat?"
"No, no I'd like to find out some things right now. Um, ok. First off, who are you, and why am I here?" She asked as she began to dig into her eggs.
He smiled at her with twinkling gray eyes. "My name is William Cunningham. I run the residence when the master is away. The maids will be in here shortly to make the bed, by the way, so if you want to go out into Costa del Sol and shop, by all means, do so. As for your second question, the master had you brought here to bring you out of danger. Of what danger I am not sure, but I am sure that you will be safe and comfortable during your stay. I had hoped that you might have the information concerning the threat, but I guess you know as much as I do on that."
She looked down at her half empty plate. "I'm thinking that the threat is President ShinRa. But who would know about that?" Tifa thought. "Okaayy, so, who is this 'master' of yours?" This question was what bugged her the most. Was it someone she knew?
"Ah, ma'am it is that information that I cannot release. He specifically mentioned that his identity would be kept a secret. I apologize for that inconvenience."
Moving on to her coffee, Tifa shook her head. "You mean to tell me that I'm being kept in a house belonging to some rich stranger? Sounds like something out of a storybook to me. Is he at least good looking?" She asked with all honesty and innocence.
Laughing as though he hadn't heard a funny joke in ages, Mr. Cunningham tried to gain composure. "I assure you madam, he is a rather good-looking young man. Maybe he *is* looking for romance. Ms. Lockheart I'm afraid your humor has made me feel young again. The master of the house *does* have a sense of humor, but it is rare that we see him, and when he does come to this residence, it is late at night. It is quite hard to find amusement around this house. I thank you for making me laugh. Now, here is 500 gil, go out and find yourself some clothing that you like."
Tifa gasped when he handed her that much money, but he wouldn't take it back. When Mr. Cunningham had left, she tried to finish her coffee. "Okay, what I said wasn't *that* funny. The poor guy must rarely get out. And 500 gil? I'm not buying that much clothes." Scratching her head, headed out the bedroom, door wondering where the front door was.
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"Have you found her yet?" An enraged President ShinRa stormed into Rufus' office, crossing his arms impatiently.
Sighing with a hint of shame, the Vice President shook his head. "No, father, I haven't. I searched her house personally last night. It looked like she'd been abducted. There were traces of a sedative in a drink left on the bar. I almost positive it was hers, it had the same lipstick shade she was wearing last night on it."
His father snorted. "Perceptive, Rufus. I had no idea you had checked her out that closely."
Rolling his eyes, Rufus continued. "Her house had also been raided. Some clothes had been taken, and some personals from the bathroom. Someone is taking her on a vacation. And they got to her before I did. It's highly unlikely that she's even in Midgar anymore. Are you sure you want to go through all this trouble? She's probably done for anyway, anyone who had to knock her out with a sedative before taking her *can't* have good intentions."
The president shook his head. "No. Find her. I will accept no less from you. If you find her, I want proof. If you kill her, I want evidence, but for God's sake, do it quietly."
Rufus sighed and walked out of the room. "Why the hell does he want her dead anyway? She just knocked out his guards. Its not like she hit him or anything. Although, that *would* have been rather amusing." He thought to himself, chuckling. He looked at his watch. It was only nine in the morning. And his stomach was growling. "I wonder what's cooking in the kitchen..."
When he reached his destination, he saw Reno already attacking the sausage and egg taquitos, leaving none for the vice president. Giving Reno a death- glare (and a mental pout), Rufus settled for a glazed donut and some coffee.
Reno, with a full mouth, tried to apologize about totally inhaling Rufus' favorite breakfast meal. "Ish jusht rare that yoo eat breakfasht. *Gulp* So I figured, 'Hell yeah, taquitos!' Oh, uh, by the way. How is the search going? Have you found her yet?"
Breaking out of his death-glare, Rufus quirked an eyebrow. "No. Why? Do you know something about it? Or are you worried? That's one emotion Turks shouldn't feel. So where is she, Reno? Where'd you hide her?"
His redheaded friend shook his head. "I didn't take her anywhere. I just think it's a little harsh to *kill* her, ya know? She didn't do anything wrong."
"Yeah well, you know my dad."
His friend gave a devious grin. "I think you got the hots for this girl, Ruf. Heh, and what's not to like: beautiful face, great curves, mysterious eyes, *and* a gorgeous smile? Admit it, you know she's your type."
Rufus glared at his friend again. "She's pretty, but that can't stop me from my job. And you know it. If I spared her, dad would be furious. People would be reading in tomorrow's papers: 'Vice President dies suddenly and tragically in fatal helicopter crash.'" Upon finishing his donut, Rufus closed his eyes and dusted the sugar crumbs off his fingers. "Besides, I barely know her. I saw her twice. And I don't exactly believe in love at first shove. I owe her, she nearly knocked me over backwards trying to escape."
Reno snorted and shook his head. "Well what would you have done if you were in her shoes?"
Grinning, Rufus retorted, "Heh, I don't think size 8 pumps would look that great on me, Reno. But you can try them on if you like, she left them here last night to make a better getaway. Maybe you could give them to Elena as a late anniversary gift..."
Laughing, Reno started to comment. "Hah, that's funny. Our anniversary is..." Thinking about the date, the redhead's eyes widened. "Aw, shit. How the hell did you remember that, Ruf?"
"Elena has only been prancing around for the last week singing, 'I wonder what he's gonna get me on our anniversary on Thursday?' So Reno, what *did* you get her?" Rufus asked evilly, every tooth showing in the huge grin he had on his face.
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Happy with her purchases, Tifa made her way to the nearest café. She'd bought a few clothes that she liked, and a swimsuit since hers wasn't taken from her home. Heck, she was in Costa del Sol, and there wasn't anything to keep her from swimming and tanning. There were still questions on her mind, and she just couldn't stop herself from asking about the Villa she was staying in.
One man told her that even the people native to the seaport town hadn't ever seen the owner of the large house. They assumed it was an older gentleman, that he came only during certain nights, and he never stayed long. Others said that they'd seen him at a distance, never a case where he was seen up close. He was like a hermit that never came out during the day. It seemed no one in the town had ever made contact with him.
Exhausted from walking most of the day, she lugged her bags toward the stairs. Immediately, two teenagers took the bags away from her gently and carried them up the stairs to her room. Not getting any time to protest, Tifa shook her head and followed them.
They smiled at her when she came into the room and asked her politely if she needed any help putting the clothes away.
"No thanks boys, but I do thank you for carrying these up for me. Say, you don't happen to have any info on the guy that owns this house, do you?" She asked, innocently.
Both grinned at her question. They knew she'd been informed of the master keeping his identity a secret. "Sorry ma'am, but we can't tell you. You know the rules."
Shaking her head, she gave up. "All right already. So, what do you do for fun around here when you're not working?"
Without missing a beat, both the boys answered, "Surfing!"
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A/n: Yeah, surfing! Never done it myself, but I'd love to try. Anyways, again, I beg of you, please review! I need critiquing! Thanks you guys, and have a great Valentines Day! XOXOXO's to all!
~Kage