Yup. I'm back. Already. Still having a block for my other stories but this one is coming so clearly…wow. Um…
As I stated before, if your easily offended. Leave. And well, I plan to have this story be darker then nightmares and nightmares reawakened. I don't know quite why I like writing dark stuff like this, It just comes naturally I guess.
Anyway…onto the story and…I didn't realize Ezri-Candy's birthday passed (I heard from her other reviewers…)…eep. Gomen ne. Omegeto tanjyoubi (I think…I'm a little rusty on my Japanese since school is out). .
Also, a new working title. It's now He Wasn't…its suppose to describe Vincent in Yuffie's eyes later…yeah um….
Whee…as something totally off topic, I'm listening to an artist from Japan, named AYA right now as I write this. She kicks ass, I highly recommend her. Ok, on to the story now…
Disclaimer: Don't own it…if did I would be rich…and living in Japan…
He Wasn't (found a working title…lol not that good but who cares…)
Chapter 2 (Bunkai Ni): New Encounters
Yuffie slowly awoke, feeling her head throbbing in pain and also feeling something touching her. She slowly opened her eyes and then slowly closed them again in horror. Reno was not next to her anymore, it was someone else. She never quite got while she felt so surprised, she had often waken up to discover a different man next to her then who she fell asleep with. It was probably of Reno's doing too. She let out a quiet sigh and opened her eyes again, and slowly looked at who was next to her, she had no clue who it was sleeping but she saw something next to him on the other side of the bed.
Intrigued, she got off the bed quietly and stalked over to the other side of the bed to where he was snoring. It was a small clear bag, and inside of it was a powder, a pure white powder. Yuffie instantly recognized what it was and snatched it away and headed to the bathroom. She quickly closed and locked the door behind her and looked at the bag, did Reno do this just to tempt her? No…she thought. He loves me…her deluded mind thought. She set it on the counter next to the sink and looked down at herself. She could still see the bruises, some on her breasts, some right at her hips where the curved into her waist. Dried semen was all over lower stomach, upper legs and inner thighs, and she noticed a small bit of dried blood that had dripped down her leg at some point.
Her body was exhausted she could tell, in between her legs had a dull ache, and her arm hurt like hell. She slowly glanced down at her arm, to see a small bit of dried blood where blood is normally drawn from the arm.
"He didn't…" she whispered and saw her vein was pretty big in her arm at that moment.
She then decided to look into the small mirror on the wall, and saw a few hickies on her neck and then noticed how pale she looked. That was unnatural for her, seeing the Wutainese were naturally somewhat tan. She let out a sigh and poked at the bags under her eyes for a few moments before heading toward the shower.
She turned it to the hottest possible and hopped in, scrubbing furiously. She hated showers especially because most of the time she took them was right after having sex. The shower also made her feel vulnerable to the men outside the door, they could come in any time they wanted, its why she had started to lock the door in fear they would want more while she was like this.
After a few minutes she turned off the water and she suddenly felt cold and dirty again. Yuffie carefully stepped out of the shower and rubbed herself down with a towel. As she did this she heard some noises in other room and she quickly looked at the bag of white powder still sitting on the counter.
Yuffie slowly opened the bag and the small straw like instrument she had taken also. She knew she shouldn't but she wondered what it would feel like. To forget all pain…feel all bliss. Reno had described it to her once or twice and he made it sound nice. However Barrett had also told her of how harmful it could be and how he had gotten into drugs in his very early age. Why should she care what he thought…he didn't care about her like Reno did.
She slowly scooped up some in her hand and put it on the counter. She then carefully brought the straw like instrument to her nostril and she let out a deep breath through her mouth and quickly snorted. She instantly felt odd, her nose burned a bit, but she felt the powder no longer in her nose. She let out another breath and decided to snort some more from the small pile on the counter. More of it came inside of her and she was already loosing feeling of the dull aches between in her legs and the pain in her arm. She grabbed the bag and stashed it under her towel and unlocked the door.
The man who was there was longer there. She had no clue where he had went and she wasn't really caring that much. She pulled on her dark red mini skirt and black tube top from the night before and threw all the rest of her stuff into her small denim knapsack including the drugs. She then looked around the room for her black leather jacket and threw it on. She had enough of this hotel, being in this room for a month, wearing the same clothes for a month, using the same shower, etc. It was too much. Last thing she need now was her money, and she threw that into her bag as well.
Yuffie quickly wiped her nose to get rid of any powder left behind and opened the door to her hotel room and stepped into the hall. She headed to the elevator and then quickly changed her mind and headed for the stairs. She loved what this drug did, it gave her energy like she used to have. She skipped down the many flight of stairs and snuck out of the lobby without the receptionist noticing.
Off to the next hotel she thought as she walked down the street at noon. She didn't care about the people staring at her, and headed into the first bar she saw, remembering one of her customers often went there.
She opened the pub door and looked around, the bar was full of Turks all possibly off for the lunch break. She skipped over to a loud full table of men in the same Turk uniform. As she reached the table one of the men instantly reached out and smacked her on the bottom. She just laughed and searched the faces at the table finally spotting him on the end of the booth.
"Hey Shinji…" she spoke a little excited.
"Hey Yuf…my friends and I were just talking about you. One of my friends is having a party tonight; he rented out this big suite at one of the best hotels. We are trying to find some fine lady companions…" Shinji spoke with a big grin.
"Count me in." Yuffie said sitting herself on his lap.
"Hey look, it's that lonely Turk again. Maybe he should get laid, it might help him." One of Shinji's friends joked.
Hearing the comment, the depressed looking man turned to look at them. His long ebony hair was tied into a ponytail and he was wearing a Turk uniform. He brought his hand up which was holding a glass of scotch and he drank it down before standing up to leave.
"Hey Yuf…why don't you go ask him to the party, give him a chance." Shinji spoke into Yuffie's ear.
Yuffie giggled and quickly got off his lap and felt Shinji push her forward by her bottom. She practically skipped over to the man leaving and stopped right in front of his way.
"Excuse me Miss" he spoke politely.
"One moment and then I'll leave. Shinji wants to invite you to a party tonight. One of the best hotels in town. Ask him for more details later. Besides, I'll be there and lots of other fine ladies…you should check it out." Yuffie winked and walked off, never once looking at his face for he was too tall.
The man slowly exited the bar confused. She reminded him an awful like a shinobi he had once fought beside. But it couldn't be, she wouldn't be hanging out with Shinji's people, everyone in the Turks knew that they were up to no good. Besides, Yuffie had fallen off the place of the earth; no one from Avalanche knew where she went after they had dropped her off in Wutai after Meteor. Another fact, this girl had long hair, about to her shoulders, not to mention the woman who had just approached him looked older then twenty. He simply sighed and back to the Shinra building.
Yuffie still sat on Shinji's lap, laughing at the different jokes his friends made unaware that she had bumped into an old comrade. Then again with her on drugs she wasn't aware of much around her. As Shinji was talking to friends she felt something near her lap under the table, something cold. However she choose to ignore and open her legs a bit wider while laughing some more at the jokes going around. She then felt it press against her covered womanhood, causing her to blush. She batted it away with her hand feeling the texture of the object, glass. She glanced around at the table with menacing eyes. She quickly shifted on Shinji's lap and closed her legs. Feeling slightly content with the drugs in her system and waiting for the evening to start.
Please R/R? Please? Pretty please? Lol. I don't like the ending thing very much but oh well…more is to come ::evil grin:: I can guarantee that…