Chapter Three: Television?

Yuffie Kisaragi bit her lip. She stared at the incoming General, suddenly finding
the air around her too sparse to breathe in, as her breaths became much shorter
and heavier. She shut her eyes tight and mumbled a quick prayer, feeling the
figure already hovering above her.

Immediately her eyes shot open, she tugged him down by grabbing a fistful of
his shirt towards her (forcefully caused him to bow down to her height) and
jabbed a finger on Sephiroth's chest. Then staring at him straight in the eye, she
stabbed him continuously with that finger and demanded, "If you're not going to
let me OUT, I promise you I'm going make this place a #$ shit-hole." With that she
huffed, folded her hands (acting like a total brat) and continued to stare at him.

In fact, all her insides were tied up in knots, her legs were starting to become
numb (it felt like her heart had stopped pumping blood), her eyes were beginning to
dry and she had the crazy urge to blink (but she had to keep her challenging look strict
on that face). Her mind was racing against time; she was sure she would die this time,
coming up with all sorts of possible (as well as very colorful and creative) ways to die
under his hands. She was waiting, waiting for his reaction.

He stared at her while she made her demand. There was something unnerving about that
look and it could even be predicted that he was coming up with something naughty. He
lazily arched an eyebrow when she finally fell silent.

She had surprised him, challenging him like that. He wondered what to do with her as he
had never dealt someone humanely before. Before he knew it, his hand had subconsciously
trekked its way on her head and ruffled her hair. It felt good; her hair was smooth against his
hand and glided through his fingers effortlessly.

With that, he pinched Yuffie's cheek, tugging it a few times and concluded,
"I think you need television." Scooping her up and throwing her on his shoulder, he headed
to the lounge which was hidden from plain view.

Yuffie's legs had almost given way when he put his hand on her head for that split second.
She thought he was going to crush her skull and leave her brains all squishy in his hand. Then…
he had scruffed up her hair and it didn't seem so bad at all. He was weird; in fact he didn't fit the
impression of a merciless General. Her insides slowly untangled those knots and she pouted when
he pinched her face. Then when he declared "I think you need television," her expression was
priceless. Eyes widened in shock, her mind went blank. "WHATTTTTTTTTT!" it screamed.

"Wait! WAIT! ARGH! LET ME DOWN! #$" she shouted, pounding her fists on his back. Then
she started whining and finally fell silent. Sephiroth was threading slowly intentionally, he found
her intriguing and her actions fascinating to watch. Now he was just waiting,ready for her to
stump him floorless again.

Yuffie glared at his back. She had to find out all his weaknesses to defeat him. With that, she
poked him by the side of his stomach. Hmmm, nope, no reaction at all. She tried again, this time
she wiggled her fingers softly against his shirt. He isn't ticklish AT ALL! ARGH! Frustrated, she
gave up and just hung obediently on his shoulder.

Sephiroth felt the fingers wiggling against his skin. He wondered what the action had meant and
what purpose it was suppose to serve. Experimentally he poked her on her exposed stomach. She
gave a yelp. Amused, he started wiggling his fingers as she struggled on his shoulder. She burst
out giggling, her legs started kicking his chest and her whole body shook in a rather disoriented
dance. In between her giggles, she ordered him to stop. "…AHAHA… stop... STOP! STOP…
HAHAHA! TICKLING ME! …AHAHA! YOU… YOU PERVERT!"

Ah! This particular process was called "Tickling". He read it from the dictionary before, but it
didn't seem very significant to him since he had not tried it before.

He ceased tickling the girl and put her down on the sofa bed in front of the television. She was
exhausted from laughing forcefully, and laid down there to catch her breath. She wasn't graceful
but Sephiroth liked her this way. Her hair was now a messy mob and her top had ridden up slightly
more. Hmm? He watched her stomach suck in and out from the heavy breathing, as her ribs rubbed
against the skin, showing their form. There was even a small scar (from a cut he assumed) near her belly but...

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" Sephiroth shook out of his daze and looked at her. She was sitting up
and face now blushing scarlet, glaring accusations at him. He grinned and left her be in the lounge.

He was never good at lying, thus decided it was best to keep quiet and leave her pissed.

Notes
(I think Sephiroth had no idea what to say when he finally concluded "I think you need television." HAHAHA!)
A BIG HELLO TO Yumesutra, generic soda, Fujiko-chan and Gining. :D Thanks for the suggestions, I'm trying to keep paragraphs short!

Sending you my love :)