Chapter Two: Assumptions

For a moment there, time just stood still.
Yuffie Kisaragi had absolutely no idea what Sephiroth wanted to do with her.
Random thoughts flashed through her mind as she stood there, looking nervously
at her hands tugging her khaki shorts a little higher. Silence hung the stale
atmosphere until she couldn't stand it anymore, she blurted out "Are you going
to rape me now? You're not going to tie me to the bed or something right? If not,
then you would have to find rope and then--" A look of horror draped her face,
causing Sephiroth to burst out laughing. He managed to blurt out "…You would
be too noisy for a bedmate." At this point, Yuffie's stomach grumbled loudly.
"Oops?" He chortled once again, leaving her bright red, too embarrassed to
insult his earlier comment. He stood up and headed towards the phone, dialed
some numbers then grabbed some documents and studied them, leaving the poor
girl ignored.

WHAT? He's going to ignore me like that and leave me to starve?
Starvation's a long process to die, I rather die now! Yuffie contemplated
the pros and cons jumping right at him now and fight him hand to hand. The deductions
turned out not too well, the conclusions all ended with a broken head, excessive blood
or decapitation of limbs. Sulking, she did not dare to voice out her opinions or do
anything reckless at the moment. She paced up and down the room, climbed the walls to
check for more surveillance cameras, walked up and down until the door bell rang.
Quickly she hid behind the expensive-looking velvet sofa, watching as she prayed
fervently that he did not call security to do the dirty work of getting rid of her. While
Sephiroth headed to answer the door, he pressed her head down slightly and gave a slight
smirk when he passed her by and then opened the door. An irresistible aroma wafted in
the room (apartment, more like it) and it seemed like ages when the door finally did click
close, Yuffie leapt out of her spot and onto Sephiroth's back. He stumbled a little from the
surprise attack but afterwards, seemed oblivious and continued to carry her to the bar, putting
down the food on the table. She let go of the fearsome hug and swiftly situated herself
opposite him, giving a big wide grin and waited for him to give the go to eat. He proceeded to
scoop his meal, hovered the spoon while he glanced up at her. She was looking with such eagerness
(one would have expected puppy ears on her head and a tail wagging from her bum), waiting for him
to eat so that she could start. At that glance, Yuffie bowed her head. At the point, Sephiroth frowned.
She was acting just like the rest of them, it was no different. They waited for him to give his command;
no one seemed human in this building anymore. Disappointed, he pushed her plate of food closer to her
and quietly started on his own meal. A minute of silence (not including Yuffie's constant growling
stomach) passed before Yuffie raised her head and shouted, "Itadakimas!" and started to wolf down
her food. It surprised the General immensely; she had taken effort to make them feel more comfortable.
The little action had taken a lot of courage from her part and she wasn't going to regret it now. It was
also in that moment; General Sephiroth realize that Yuffie Kisaragi was different from the others.

After the meal, Yuffie dumped the rubbish into a plastic bag and wiped the bar-top clean as she
observed him. He had proceeded to study those documents on his desk, leaving her to… speculate his
actions. He had not done anything to hurt her too badly; his gestures were that of a gentleman. These
actions were contradicting the image he had as General; it was painful to the head to weigh all the possible
scenarios, both good and bad.

It was true the bridge of trust was still taking form, there were a few stereotypes on her part (How could
one not have a few assumptions when the other party is a GENERAL who has eliminated armies upon
armies?) and it was causing her whole head a dilemma.

It was quite possible to have twenty positions in the sofa.
As Sephiroth worked, he had taken a point to grab a few quick glances at his pet. She had been very
restless the past half an hour, frowning in deep thought and changing her positions on the sofa in order for a
more comfortable thinking spot. First, she seated herself like a proper gentleman; next she folded her legs in
and sat Indian style. She rocked herself sideways and a few seconds later, she tumbled on her left and rolled
onto her back. She stretched her limbs then stood up to walk around the sofa. Then she seated herself on top
of the back support and lied backwards, letting all the blood rush to her head. And so on and so forth. She was
very restless indeed. It was fun watching her move; her expressions changed often unlike the minions under him.

Yuffie's curiosity was a greedy yet fat cat. She had to feed it constantly or it would gnaw on her conscience,
eating her inside. She had looked through the whole room for possible escape routes however there was only
one, the front door. The lack of cameras in the room was another point proven that Sephiroth could handle
any sort of thief or intruder. Perhaps he had made the maintenance team un-install them, after all one would
like his privacy. She had recapped the whole situation from square one (when she got caught by Sephiroth) to
her current state of predicament. She had not asked for anything yet, but he had given her food because he
knew she was hungry thus this shows he ought to be reasonable, right? If she came across as rational, it
should be no problem. And with that in mind, she marched straight to his desk and put both hands down on
the table, blurting out "Since I'm quite done here and my business is finished, I think I ought to go! Thanks!"
and sprinted to the door, only to realize that it's locked. Oh damn! She should have taken that into
consideration and had not taken a point to study how Sephiroth had opened the door for the room service.
She kicked herself inwardly and reprimanded herself.

Sephiroth chuckled softly to himself. She was interesting; the way she projected herself as an inexperienced ninja
was so obvious. She could climb walls and do her skills reasonably well however her analytical skills were of no
ninja. He rearranged his papers and left them in a tray. She watched him stride towards her with a smug expression,
his head a little higher than usual. "I'm a GONER!" Her head screamed inwardly and she gave a sharp eep, eyes widening in shock.

A big thank you to my first reviewer, Spreckin :)