Final Fantasy VII SQUARE-ENIX. Thanks for the hearth warming reviews everyone.
Boy had he screwed it up this time. With the excuse of the offence inflicted on her yesterday she refused to cook for him and worst, she wouldn't even speak to him nor let him use the bed again.
Vincent found it normal…amusing…perhaps a little bit sad on how seriously she had taken such a common act…but, as they say, the first is a tragedy but the second is a comedy. He wasn't patient enough to let her wine forever.
"Here…" she shoved a plate with potatoes in. Seemed meat was a rare feast there.
"Tifa…could you please stop acting like this. I thought you had agreed on not acting childish again."
"You're the one responsible for this."
"Holy Planet! I should've known better before playing along."
"Playing along? You just had to go and take your chance…pervert!" she looked away.
"It was just a joke" he snorted.
"How's that now?"
"After studying you so closely I can definitely say you're the most immature and selfish person I've ever met."
"And you're just some smart ass who thinks he knows everything about everyone!" she left and closed herself in her room…again!
It was becoming unbearable, but he had no intention to give in her to her whims.
Tifa escaped from the window and with an accurate jump she landed on the ground. A martial artist surely knew how to move…but a long dress with long sleeves was a real challenge.
"If that bastard doesn't want me I'll go to the doctors house!" and so she left.
XX
"What's the idea of letting your wife run around town alone? Have you any idea of what ruckus her little escapade caused?"
"I'm sorry" he sighed, once more she'd given him trouble "We had a little quarrel."
"So you just slap her back to her senses…that's how we work things here."
"I'm not going to use any violence on my wife!"
His tone got a bit too high, and he wondered weather he was protecting her or angry because she left.
"Whatever the case…I'll settle things my way."
XX
"Giving me orders like that, humph, he's taking this make believe marriage a little too serious in my opinion."
Cid chuckled.
"Maybe you should talk things out Tif, I know Vince, and he's one who listens."
"I don't want to talk to him ever again!"
"Seriously, what the hell did he do to you?"
A flash of memory and she blushed…quickly she turned away.
"That's all! He just told me what to do!"
"That's why I'm agreeing a bit with him…"
"WHAT!"
"I'm just saying that maybe you should consider a little-inny-bitty his comment."
"Whose side are you on anyway?"
She sighed and then suddenly she heard Vincent come in.
"Tifa…"
"Forget it Valentine, I'm staying here."
"I'd have no trouble letting you doing so if it weren't for Cid…or you want to be a hindrance once more?"
Hindrance? Darn bastard brining that up just to make her change her mind. She frowned a bit before getting up from the bed.
"I'm doing it for you Highwind."
"Boy, I feel like a weight if you guys act like that."
"You aren't" assured the gunman "If you were we wouldn't concern for your welfare so much. Let's go Lockhart."
XX
Outside Mr.Wotton and a couple of other men waited giving them scolding looks, especially to Tifa.
"Your conduct has been a great insult for us, we who've kindly accepted you among us."
"I'm sorry…"
She spoke without consent but the old man didn't concern much.
"She will be punished."
"Huh? What…" she was silenced by Vincent with one hand.
"What do you mean by punished?"
"She'll be isolated for one day!"
"Can there be an exception, we're not very acknowledging still with your rules…"
"I've already shorten it for her special case…it would've been four days!"
"I'll take the responsibility. I'll go there in her place."
"Vinc…"
"Don't speak anymore Tifa…"
She shut her mouth with great effort.
"The purpose of the punishment is to teach her a lesson."
"I'll do that myself, she's under my responsibility. After all in order to become a good wife I need to become a good husband first."
Mr. Wotton seemed particularly satisfied with it, his resolve was admirable.
"I'll let you take care of her then" he looked at her with despise "You're very lucky woman Mrs. Valentine" and so he left with the others.
Vincent moved on and she followed with her head down.
"I'm…" she stopped…how many times had she realized too late of undertaking wrong actions?
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