Chapter Six: Sense

Sephiroth cleared his desk of all documents and headed to bed. It
was a normal routine however something felt amiss. As he passed
by the lounge, he noticed the television was still on at the cartoon
channel. Strange, his television was never switched to the cartoon
channel before; it was always news or documentaries. Watching
two animated rabbits squeal in delight at the find of a mammoth-
sized carrot, he arched an eyebrow and walked forward to switch
the television off. One thing that turned him off about animations
was how illusionary their concepts were. A soft snore that came
from behind him disrupted his thoughts and he realized he had
forgotten all about his new pet he stumbled upon in the morning.

Yuffie had fell asleep watching television, tucking herself into a
caterpillar defense position to keep herself warm. The day's
events had taken its toll on her; so much that she fell asleep
without dinner. As she breathed gently, her captor watched her.
She was mesmerizing, even in her sleep. Her hair was still in their
bathroom glory, all untamed and not combed. Her eyebrows had knit
themselves together as she frowned at the lack of warmth. Even her
hands were animated in her sleep; they scratched the sofa then
folded themselves neatly by the side. Those cheeks that he had
pinched earlier were still so pale, he had liked it earlier while they
were still pink and flushed. Carefully, he stroked her cheek.

That action stimulated a series of reactions. Yuffie sat up suddenly,
sensing the soothing warmth and rubbed her eyes, stood up from
the couch and headed into one of his wardrobe cupboards.
Subconciously sensing it was similar to Wutaian cupboard beds,
she slipped in and rubbed her face against the clothes and mumbled,
"Mmm… Don't worry, I love you too Carbuncle," smiled and hugged
the clothing tighter. Taken aback by her actions, Sephiroth looked
down at the girl snuggle his clothes then managed a short "Goodnight"
to his sleeping captive. As he was about to leave for bed, Yuffie
whimpered out a "Goodnight Mr. Ifirt." The General stopped in his tracks
for a moment and shook his head, not believing what he just heard. He
had just been compared to a Summon, should he be insulted?

Yuffie had woken up, finding it hard to stretch in an enclosed area. It
was terribly dark and cluttered with soft materials that smelt like
refreshing thunderstorms and old spice. Fumbling a little with her
surroundings, she felt around for an exit and burst open the doors,
jumped out and surveyed her surroundings. So she had fallen asleep in
the wardrobe cupboard from her analysis of the mess in her new-found
crib.

Peeking into Sephiroth's bedroom and searching throughout the
apartment, (fortunately) The General was nowhere to be found.
Yuffie used her new expensive-looking snow white toothbrush
(which she had made a clutter in the bathroom while exploring)
and placed it in Sephiroth's glass, next to his obsidian toothbrush.
It didn't matter where it was for she was getting out of this place
with materia today if her plan was successful. Step One had already
taken effect, the General was out!

Next, she made an effort to clean out the refrigerator. (Hmmph, HE
even had first class sausages with cheese! Milk and orange juice,
peppermint icecream! Bah, it could feed a country!) It was noon when
she had woke up, that meant she had skipped two meals, both dinner
and breakfast. After filling her tastebuds with all sorts of new high-class
flavours, she sat back and waited.

Therewent the doorbell, Yuffie rushed to receive it. Before that, she
hid behind the door and inhaled heavily before exhaling all the
tension inside her. Next, she tried the series of door handle
combinations (up, down, middle, down, up, middle) and "click" it did.
(Afterall, she was confident that she had memorized it and there wasn't
a need to practice in front of Sephiroth, was there? The plan wouldn't
have gone well if he knew… would it?)

She pulled open, stared at the stunned fifty-six year old janitor for a
moment, confirming he was the one she was waiting forand apologized
rather happily ("GOMENASAI, HEH!") while she gave him a strong
punch in the gut. While he was unconscious from the attack, she carefully
took off his uniform and wore it. Afterwards, she tied his hands with a long
ribbon strip she tore from the curtain covering the lounge, left the door to
auto-lock and took off with the laundry trolley.

The baby-blue uniform was oversized! The cap was too big and kept
nodding towards her eyes; the belt had not enough holes to tighten the
trousers. Thankfully her clothes were washed and were safely tucked in
the laundry trolley thus she would have a clean set of clothes to change
into after her exit.

As she pushed the trolley slowly, she kept her head down mainly to
cover her disguise (giving the guards an impression that the janitor
was respecting their authority) until some nosy poker and his friend
stopped her. "Hey, you aren't Janitor Oaks!" shoving her roughly
on the shoulder.

Yuffie ALMOST punched him back on instinct however she knew she
could not deal with security if matters went out of hand. Thus she
narrowed her eyes and glared at Guard A and replied in a stiff dull voice,
"Grandpa's sick today alright! Give him a break, you selfish bum! You've
been working him late, you know!" At that remark, Guard A looked rather
sorry while Guard B apologized profusely. "Oaks' a nice guy huh, always
covering up for us when we sneak in the ladi…" at that point, he coughed
hesitantly and continued, "Well, tell him Shears and Hatters sent their
regards and to get well soon."

Yuffie briefly praised herself for having quick and smart brains and
muttered an "Alright" toughly (she was pretending to be a boy at the
moment). As they went their opposite ways, Yuffie heard their
cautious greetings of"Good Afternoon Sir", (and before she knew it,)
felt herself being lifted up by the collar, sulked and crossed her arms
over her chest defiantly.

Well, so much for Plan A…

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