Chapter Eight: The Subject on Clothes
Yuffie was bored. He had been giving her the silent
treatment after Zack left. Not that she wanted/needed
his attention; when she had his attention, her heart
pumped too much blood and she felt giddy, her mind
had over exhausted itself, skimming through her brain
cells for the so many possible ways to die that she
could author a book. The only times she had his
attention was when she had caused trouble and was
waiting for her due punishment. Still the situation had
not changed; she was still bored out of her wits.
When the door had opened and revealed Zack to her,
she gave him her most pitiful look ever with pleading
sad puppy eyes and a pained expression that
summarized all victims of war to take her away from
this place. After the stagnant pause in his conversation
with Yuffie, Sephiroth looked over at Zack and said
monotonously, "You are not invited for dinner."
Zack chuckled; at least he was not the one in trouble
now. It was much more fun watching from the
sideline's point of view, no wonder his comrades
enjoyed watching him carry out his punishments.
"Doesn't matter," he grinned,
"I'm here for the movie."
And with that, he got hurled out of the room too.
It was only half-past three in the afternoon when Zack
had gotten hurled out of the room. Yuffie had dared to
scoot over to the lounge after the brief reprimand and
instantly relaxed when Sephiroth did not stop her. There
after she had changed into Sephiroth's clothes yet again,
she flipped channel after channel on television yet
nothing caught her eye.
If HE was going to keep her here forever, what would
she do! It wasn't that bad staying here with all the
provided high class accommodations, but still she was
being caged in. She would rather commit suicide
(knowing her personality, suicide was not an option
anyhow) than lose her freedom to this… THIS… hmm,
how should she describe him? THIS UNREASONABLE
MAN! (How contradicting; she thought he was reasonable
the day before) She needed something that could threaten
the General or at least get her outside for a while. She
looked towards the refrigerator, she had eaten almost
everything just now and it was quite empty
comparatively to when she had first discovered it.
Shopping, ah bliss, that was supposedly a girl's thing.
Carefully she thread over to Sephiroth who was
currently reading a book (The Art of War) on his bed.
She nudged him on the elbow and said, "I'm hungry
and there's nothing in your refrigerator anymore."
Silence met her coldly. "Helloooo? Yoooo-hoooo?"
Sephiroth glanced at her from behind his book then
in a split second, his hand circled her waist and
pulled her closer to him. "Hmmm, you don't sound
very hungry to me," he mused, head against her
stomach, listening to its constant rhythm. He looked
up to Yuffie's face which was almost bursting from
rage. "Ah, Sun Tzi was right after; 'Attack him where
he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected',"
he concluded lazily. Yuffie took the chance to pinch
both his cheeks hardly (despite that he did not have
chubby cheeks). "Bring ME OUT! I want to go
shopping!" "…The refrigerator would be filled up
later by the caretaker; there is no need to go shopping."
Yuffie jostled out of his hold and took a few steps
backwards. "Look at this!" She waved towards her
clothes and tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Your shirts
are all too BIG! It's about to fall off from my shoulders!"
To exaggerate this fact, she shrugged up her shoulders
to which the neckline unraveled her flesh. Sephiroth
picked up his book and replied, "Careful, it might fall
off just this second." Instantaneously he was right behind
her, pulling up the shirt that was revealing too much.
"Now now, there are plenty of OTHER clothes in the
cupboard," he reasoned, breathing down her neck.
Truthfully Sephiroth didn't like it when that particular
shirt went down her shoulders. That shirt! It was
covering her shorts and it looked absurdly like a dress
on her. He could not stand it if there had been someone
else who saw her in this state of undress and if he
wasn't the one. Mentally, he told himself to check out
his old wardrobes whether it was true all his shirts did
not fit her. If he were to execute his plan to allow
Yuffie in his troops, she definitely needed some
cover-up. No other man was to look at her. He returned
to his high and mighty posture while she turned
around to glare up at him.
Yuffie's scheme was not going well at all! He wasn't
giving in to her whines. She needed something more solid.
She persisted, "YOU BIG PERVERT! TELL ME
HONESTLY, YOU JUST SECRETLY WANT ME NAKED
RIGHT?" "I secretly want you naked," he deadpanned.
"#$," Yuffie mumbled under her breath, consciously
folding her arms over her chest. "Not that you have anything
I want to see anyway," he stated shortly after that, and
headed for the wardrobes. "#$... &" Yuffie screeched in
fury, "WHAT ABOUT MY MENSTRUATION PADS?"
There, this time he has no choice but to concede defeat.
Sephiroth stopped in his tracks. Menstruation? He smirked
to himself; she had won the battle this time round.
And he was glad she did. And he was glad she did.
Chapter Eight-One: The Child and the Queen
Yuffie sprinted and positioned herself in front of him,
observing his facial expressions. He had not blushed,
in fact he seemed to be in a trance; staring forward.
How dare him! Wasn't he lest embarrassed when she
mentioned about her female problem? Perhaps he has
been around with lots of women; after all he's a General.
No women can resist a RICH BASTARD except me, the
Great Nin… Then his eyes suddenly twitched and settled
on her. …eh…. ja Yuffie Kisaragi. "How troublesome, I
suppose we could head to the stores today." Yuffie
mentally heaved a sigh of relief and her mind threw
confetti all over and jumped up, throwing high fives in
celebration. That's it, I'm THE BEST. She yelled out,
"YEA YOU BETTER!" "But before that," he paused.
Yuffie kicked herself mentally; she should have known
there would be conditions applied to his agreement.
"Try the SHINRA uniform on. It should suit you better
than the janitor's one," he firmly stated.
Yuffie had no idea what was going on in that ridiculous
head of his. She reluctantly agreed and changed into it.
Sephiroth took a good look at her when she came out
of the bathroom, still fumbling with the buttons on her
sleeves. The uniform was thick and loose-fitting enough
to cover her female features and yet not fall out of place.
Not bad, she's passable for a boy. "You are to address
me as Sir from now on and to join me for training."
WHAT! THIS WAS HIS PLAN? TO KEEP ME HERE
FOREVER AS A SHINRA SOLDIER? She screamed internally.
Something was missing. Something just looked out of
place. He picked up the beret and carefully placed it on
her head. Nope, not this. Ah! He threw her over his
shoulder and carried her all the way to the dojo. "Pick a
sword," he commanded after leaving her dumbfounded
on the ground. Cautiously, she glanced through the
variety of swords on the walls. Spotting a beautifully
crafted long sword, she tried to pick it out of its holster,
only to realize it was too heavy for her.
Sephiroth watched as she selected her weapon. He knew
most of his swords would be too heavy for her; it was
also a reason why the dojo had not been locked up
during her stay. He watched her try earnestly to find a
weapon suitable for her.
Yuffie reasoned with herself. Wutai was a country full
of culture and heritage. Although her bloodlines headed
way back to the ninja era, there must be some blood in
her that was samurai. It was her chance to get back at
Sephiroth; it was a chance she needed to grab hold of
precariously. Perhaps she would even win a fight
against him, nothing was impossible anyway. With
that comfort in thought, she headed to the short swords
corner and noticed a peculiar pair of katanas gleaming
under the light. Their hilts were black and white
respectively and the longer blade's hilt had a slot on
its other end. Gently she picked up the longer sword
and looked it over, turning it over. Instantaneously,
the blade slipped out from the other end of the hilt,
the sudden weight of five kilograms tilting had caused
her whole body to swerve left. Engraved along its tip:
The Child
It was an interesting sword, if she covered the hilt
whole with her hand; it enclosed a unique hole,
stopping the blade from moving entirely. She placed
back the sword for it was getting strenuous on her hand.
Next, she picked up the other sword. Surprising lighter
than The Child, it weighed about two kilograms less.
There were no tricks to this blade; it was simple yet
graceful in its own manner. There was a soft touch to
it, yet it was like controlling the flow of water;
fearsome and unpredictable. Indeed it was an elegant
sword, upholding its name: The Queen.
Knowing well she couldn't handle two swords at
the same time yet, Yuffie decided the lighter blade
would be easier on her for now. She picked up the
Queen and stood lazily leaning her hand on the
upright blade, waiting for Sephiroth's command.
And almost collapsed when he said, "Now, fight me."
Yuffie didn't know what to expect. On one hand, if
she did not heed his command, she might be killed
immediately. On the other, if she fought with him,
she might lose her head entirely too. Either way, it
wasn't looking good for her. "…I thought we were
going shopping?" she asked meekly. "That will wait."
Sighing to her ill fate, she bowed down and conceded,
"I will try my best."
Although the Queen was lighter than most swords,
it was still a new concept hard for Yuffie to grasp on.
It was like an extra extension of the hand except it
was heavier and within five minutes, she was
exhausted. She had to grip the sword with both hands
during the last two minutes for it was getting heavier
each moment she shoved it upwards at Sephiroth's head.
Next time she thrust the sword forward, stretching her
arms to its fullest, it quivered a little due to its weight
and strain on her arm. A few more random swings and
swerves as she tried her hardest on swordplay, she
plummeted to the floor and took deep breaths. Her
moves had been predictable and Sephiroth had dodged
them easily.
Sephiroth smiled to himself. She had managed to last
five minutes despite swordplay being a new concept
to her. It was proving to be an interesting situation
altogether. To end the fight formally, he concluded,
"You may get ready for the shopping trip." He watched
her stagger slowly to the washroom for a refreshing bath.
On her way to the washroom, Yuffie had managed
to console herself that she was of no samurai bloodline.
Notes:
I apologize that Chapter Seven was short
however things had just to end there to build
climax, you see. (Hello Gining and Magy!)
Cliffhangers are there so that you would continue
reading! I fear my readers would abandon me :(
so here, I've taken a break from work to write two
chapters. (so that I might be taking a break from
writing the next chapter, HEH!)
:) Good suggestions Kit Thespian and Seprion777,
I'm thinking about it!
Fujiko-chan, Sephi's naturally sexy.
OH YOUTHFUL LOVE HAHAHA!
Oh dear! Setana, you did not hold hostage
of those kitties did you! Naughty!
Thank you ellamies, PowHammer and
generic soda:D
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