LOL, I am happy to see I got a few reviews, And yes I understand my spelling is not all that well but I shall try harder….and Noriko , Vincent is not evil per say, I am not really sure what I am going to do with him yet ::evil laugh:: .. However, I believe I may have confused you, for this I am sorry. You see there were three people I was righting about, Yuffie, Vincent and a new character, he was the one annoyed, slamming his fist, and he was the one who threw the remote threw the telly. Ok? Anyways I am sorry the last chapter was so short, I am going threw exams right now, and I have work, and my other art to deal with. As for the title, every time I title something before its done , in the end it never matches the story. However I promise you I will have a title up before the 5th chapter….And for those of you just tuning in …review review review!!!!!
Chapter One:::
A deep sigh echoed threw the dark room, the only light was from that of the crescent moon outside the window, and a small lamp sitting atop a cherry wood desk. Glancing to the antique clock on the wall she sighed again. Three in the morning and here I am, still up to my ears in paperwork. Resting on the desk sat three large piles of papers, folders, and letters. One pile was for completed work, the other two work still to be done. HA when I was little I always used to think this job was nothing but, balls, teas, and finding your prince charming. Hell even when I started my lessons when I was ten I never thought it would be this bad.. but still it is my duty and it has its own rewards I guess… Yuffie smiled for the first time that night, remembering the smiles of her people, and all that had happened the last three years. With a yawn she tugged gently on the small chain turning the lamp off. She yawned once more, stretching, her back giving off three rather loud pops. Stepping in front of the mirror she dislodged the several pins holding her hair up in a bun, long chocolate colored hair swept down her back stopping just before her butt. In the last three years her appearance had changed rather drastically, her body had matured from tomboyish figure to a more womanly one. She had let her hair grow, ladies weren't supposed to have boyish hair. Her eyes had grown pale, dark ring underneath from lack of sleep, and stress. She had to cake makeup on every morning so that she did not look like one of the living dead , almost like a metaphor about her life. She would regularly slap on a fake smile, mask her voice with false cheeriness. It wasn't that she was depressed , she was tiered, and stressed. She had not really had time to relax since her first few days back home, after she had returned from helping her friends save the world. Her friends…. She had not herd from a single one of them since she had returned, not one her 20th birthday, not even after her coronation. Had they forgotten about her she sometimes wondered, the thought of which brought tears to her eyes. With yet another yawn she began to changes out of her kimono into her night gown. Thoroughly exhausted she stumbled into bed and drifted off to sleep, dreading having to wake up again in no less then four hours.
Rest had not been rest lately, unsettling dreams had fogged her mind for months now….. Standing in the center of the town, the sound of metal clanked as a sword hit the ground, gun shots and explosions rang threw the air. The air… it reeked of gun powder, burning ruble,…. of blood. Blood that littered the ground and grass. Collapsing to her knees , she clutched her stomach, it throbbed with searing hot pain. Lifting her slender hand , she gazed at it, wet with blood, her own blood. It shone in the glittering light of the fires that consumed her country. Her country , was devastated by carnage, everything in flames. Bodies of her people littered the grounds, most cold with death. Her eyes glittered with tears of rage, she had failed her people, her home destroyed. A man loomed over her, leering at her. She glared up at him, the blazing fire reflecting in her eyes. Taking a deep labored breath , she rose to her feet, blood soaking threw her battle tunic. The man laughed, with the last ounce of strength she had she lunged at him, her sword ready. Another loud shot rang, as the man fired his gun. The bullet whipped threw the air, pure agony ran threw her body, as the bullet ripped threw her shoulder. With all her mental strength she ignored her physical anguish. She kept going, the mans eyes grew wide for a second , as he watched her come at him. Her face written with rage and her eyes fixed with the intent to kill. It was enough to make even the gods tremble. With a strong swing she swung her blade, decapitating her attacker. His head landed on the ground with a thud, his body soon following. Looking down at him, his eye wide with horror yet glazed with death. She smiled, normally it would had disturbed her, however circumstances made her feel otherwise, inside it made her feel a little better, having had avenged the death of who ever else this man had slain. Looking forward she stumbled onward, even though she could already feel deaths cold clammy hand bearing down upon her, she continued. She would defend her country until Satan himself tore her away from her duty, soon as it may be. She knew she had little time, but she had to keep moving, she had to live a little longer. Long enough to kill each and everyone of her country's attackers, even if it was with just her bare hands……
The morning air was warm as she walked threw the court yard, dreams of last night forgotten. They walked threw the courtyard at a rather fast pace, her kimono swayed gently with her steps. The hunter green silk, shone in the sunlight, it had ivy a lighter shade of green and white roses embroidered around the bottom and around her waist. Her hair pinned up in its normal tight bun, not a hair out of place. Following in close pursuit were a few member of parliament, all walking briskly , with papers work in there hands. All talking at once updating Yuffie on this mornings news, and the days schedule. Everyone chattering at the same time was beginning to make her head spin.
"Please, Please one at a time, I will get to her what every one of you has to say, though not if you all say it at once." She said glancing over her shoulder, her tone sounded as if she were a school teacher lecturing her students.
"My Lady you have a meeting at three o'clock with the fireworks guild, a meeting with parliament to discuss this years festival, and next years harvest." One of the men behind her said. Smiling she nodded to him.
"Yes , wasn't it great how this years harvest turned out, have Sophia send each farmer and there family letter on my behave congratulating them for a job well done, tell them how proud I am." The man walking behind her stopped for a moment and bowed.
"Of course my lady I well go do that right now." With that he turned around and walked the other way.
"Also my lady you have a six o'clock meeting with a Mr. Jameson , I believe he is a representative of the Neo-Shinra Company." Another men said rather meekly, as if his lady would turn around a scold him for even mentioning Shinra. Even though Neo-Shinra claimed to more respectful of the planet, and to take great can to the ecosystem. Yuffie doubted it though, anything bearing the name, Shinra, is bad news according to her.
"I wonder whatever they would want…" She whispered not to anyone in-particular, more to herself really….