Blue Blood
Soon Enough
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Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed. I'm sorry for this chapter being a bit shorter than I planned, but this is still the beginning. The next one will describe everything that happens on the mission…have I said too much? Ah go read. Hope you enjoy this fic. Please read and review.
The bastard dropped me. TWICE. Can you believe this? He had the audacity to drop me…not once, but TWICE. If my left thigh was the only unharmed spot on my body up to the point when the asshole dropped me…well, let's just say it isn't anymore. Not only that, but his damn spikes kept tickling my nose. I'm not kidding, I sneezed about ten times on our way up here, and the jerk didn't even try moving his BIG head when I commented on the fact. Does anyone see any scissors around here? I want to cut his damn RED hair. What kind of a person has red hair anyway? Oh right…a prat, which he happens to be.
Currently, I'm residing in a rather uncomfortable chair, which also happens to be situated in front of a rather huge desk with a rather intimidating man sitting behind it. I don't see his face, it's actually covered by a hood(BIG surprise there…hm sarcasm) but the dignified air is a bit scary, in a way. Alright I'm lying, I'm scared out of my wits and I still haven't seen his face; if you haven't guessed that's a bad sign.
"I see you are awake." A chill ran up my spine, but surprisingly the voice came from behind me rather than in front. If it isn't Mr. Phantom over in front, that means it's the guy who talked to me in the cell.
"Yeah." I said shortly while keeping my eyes trained on the polished, checkered floor. 'Unfortunately.' I added mentally when I heard the chair on the left side of me screech and the guy who just walked in take the seat next to me. He had silver hair! Awesomeness…not (at least not in this situation.) The one with red hair, who led me hear, is draped casually over the chair to my right. I'm not exactly sure whether he is sitting or lying down, but it seems to be a rather awkward-looking combination of the two. We set there for a few minutes silently, I wasn't sure why until the door was kicked open and a blonde guy burst through the door rapidly breathing as if he had run a marathon.
"Sorry I'm late." Perhaps he had.
"Not a problem. Please sit down." If I though the silver haired guy had a sinister voice, the hooded one redefined the description. It wasn't bad enough he had an ominous presence, he also had to have the deep, cold, bass voice. The blonde composed himself and sat next to the red-head after giving him a goofy grin. This one actually seems human. Never thought a time would come when I'd think that of the company I'm in.
"You are probably wondering why I have called upon you?" no shit Sherlock. These guys keep asking stupid questions that are rhetorical and even sound like statements. I feel like they're putting on a play just for me. Well, they're deeply mistaken if they think I'm enjoying this. I'd much rather see the blondie dressed as a princess and the hooded guy would be the dragon and…I digress. Not so much was I worried about my mind wondering as about the fact that he seemed to have turned toward me. I froze…damn it all to hell.
"You" he said gesturing towards me. "are probably wondering why you have been brought here?" I considered not saying anything; I really did. That would have been the more sensible thing to do, but do I know what logic is? Of course not.
"Something along the lines of that." The words cascaded off the tip of my tongue. I am completely helpless when it comes to controlling stuff that flies out of my mouth. The pseudo sarcastic tone, which accompanied my less than courteous comment, didn't help ease the tension in the room. To my great relief the mysterious guy didn't pull out a gun or knife, but rather let out a chuckle.
"You'll find out soon enough." He said while leaning back into his chair. What was the point of teasing me and making it seem as if I'd get the answer now? It's decided, he's a sadist. "I would like you four to travel to the Underworld. There you will have a mission that you will be notified of by Pain and Panic." Wait…hold it…did he just say FOUR? I looked around the room and saw that beside me there were only THREE guys that seemed to be in the same organization. Where did he get FOUR from? There must have been a mistake. It couldn't have been me…could it? The red-head next to me sighed and stood up. The other two soon followed, but I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
"Don't give her a hard time." I heard the guy behind the desk say.
"Yeah, yeah." Was the flippant response from the blondie. And the next thing I know I am being half-carried, half-dragged out of the circular room by the red-head who got me there in the first place.
Once out of the office we got a rather large intersection in the castle halls. They were all white so I had no idea where the hell we were but the other three seemed to know where we were going.
"Hey Zexion your quarters are to the left anyway. Take her will you?" Alright so the silver haired guy was Zexion. Hold up…did he just refer to me in third person? I defiantly pulled away from the damn red-head who was holding me up and limped a few paces away.
"I am within the hearing vicinity and still alive." I growled agitated. The red-head looked at me quizzically for a moment before giving me an infuriating smirk.
"Not STILL princess…FOR NOW." Why the nerve of him.
"That is not entirely accurate seeing as TOMORROW you still can't do anything to me." I said with a triumphant grin.
"Maybe I can't, but your involvement in the mission sure as hell can." He said with the same infuriating smirk still present on his lips.
"But, you loose all the sadistic pleasure." I shot back before our little spat was rudely interrupter.
"Break it up children. You have to go to bed." The blondie said while yawning. "Good night." He waved at me and Zexion and dragged a protesting red-head to the right. Serves the asshole right. Who does he think he is threatening Yuffie Kisaragi?
"Shall we?" I hear a rather monotone voice of the guy next to me. I wonder if Leon and him are related. He drapes my arm over his shoulder and drags me to the room where I will be apparently staying. It is a rather awkward silence for me, seeing as I hate silence. After working with Leon for so long you'd think I got used to it, but no I haven't.
"So tell me" I started up "wouldn't it be easier to simply heal me than drag me around?" I could feel him shake his head next to me.
"So you would run away?" he asked amusedly.
"Well…how could I possibly?" I feigned innocence and mustered up the most angelic look on my face that I could possibly come up with.
"Don't give me any innocent looks." Was the flat answer to which I almost pouted, but decided to hold myself. Why is it that people like Leon can read people like me? Life would be so much easier if everyone just fell into the web of my manipulation.
"You did heal my ribs though." I said with a triumphant grin.
"I wasn't supposed." He retorted and I almost did perhaps the third double take for the evening. "You looked like you were about to suffocate. As you see the Organization needs you…couldn't have you dying because of the lack of oxygen." For a split second back there I was going to thank him. That gratitude flew out the proverbial window after that snide remark however.
"What do you need me for anyway?" I asked already sour at the stoic wall next to me.
"Did you not hear princess? You will find out soon enough." I snorted.
"How about now?" I asked hopefully.
"No." was the curt reply before we arrived at my supposed room. The moment I saw the bed a practically pushed off the guy and jumped into it. Ah sleep the mother of everything good.
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