Secret Service
Chapter 3: A Fate Worse Than Death.
Her first impression of the new man was not a good one. He was built the way she liked them, yeah- tall, with decent sized shoulders and a slim waist- almost too skinny. He also had unruly black hair that reminded her slightly of Vincent, and cold, unfeeling eyes. Sure, he was kind of hot, but Yuffie could see the cruelty in his face as if it had been spelled right out in black ink. And instead of being annoyed, she had been scared out of her mind. This was not a man who cared what anyone else thought, or how they felt; this was a man who got what he wanted, how and when he wanted it. There was the distinct possibility that she was officially doomed.
After an almost imperceptible pause and a conscious effort at hiding her horror, Yuffie bowed to the men, waiting to be spoken to. She had a feeling that at this omiai, being a bad girl might just get her disowned, and she couldn't really help Wutai in exile.
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Godo turned to face his daughter; Io gave no indication of her presence. So far, so good. "This is my daughter, Yuffie. I wish you the best of luck on your omiai, and hope you will find her a suitable companion." With the offer Godo had extended, all Yuffie had to do was be there. Giving his daughter a glance, he nodded to the pair and left the room.
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After Godo's exit, Io looked Yuffie over. She wasn't bad looking, and certainly not intolerable. Of course, he would make her grow out her hair more, but she had a nice body- a body that would mature wonderfully, he decided. Her curves weren't generous, but Io could also make her eat more. Being too skinny wasn't good for bearing sons.
"Yuffie is it?" he asked, waving to indicate she was allowed to sit in his company. She nodded, and he began his speech. "I require only one thing from a wife: Obedience. Complete and total obedience." He gave her another once-over. "Obedience in my bed, in the kitchen, in public and in private. Are you obedient?"
The girl paused, as if trying to decide how to handle the question. After a few moments, she nodded. "To an extent, I will obey my husband."
Io frowned. To an extent? Then he shrugged. "You'll learn fast enough."
The girl's eyes widened. "What, are you saying you want to marry me?" It was the first time she'd spoken out with any sort of emotion, and he found he liked the defiance in her tone. It would be fun to put her in her place.
"Did I stutter?" He asked, half angry and half teasing. He could already see what she'd look like after he brought her to submission.
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Was this guy for real? She'd been so put off by his coldness; she hadn't even managed to tease him at all. Yuffie hadn't even gotten in a joke about her furry legs or snoring! She had to get out of here. Maybe if she told her father she simply wasn't interested, he wouldn't make her. Because "submissive" and "obedient" simply weren't words in her vocabulary.
"No." She said softy, looking down. The injustice of it all! If she was allowed to choose a man, she probably wouldn't get around to it for years- and she certainly wouldn't choose someone who so clearly wanted to change her. The ninja struggled to keep her tone even and her breathing regular, not to give any sign of distress. There would be extra drinking tonight.
He seemed satisfied with her answer. "Now that that's settled..." He crossed the room towards her with a sinister smile. Was this jerk gonna hit her? But no- he leaned forward, his face inches from hers, and gave her another judging stare. Was the fucker going to deflower her mouth? She wanted to pull away, but there was no time. And then his lips were on hers, rough and demanding, making her feel violated. She felt his tongue pushing against her lip, trying to gain entry and pulled back, eyes wide in shock, tears springing to her eyes. He was smiling. "Teaching you will be fun." And with that, he turned and left the room.
Yuffie sat still for a moment, too shocked to even yell obscenities at the closed door. Her first real kiss—with a big jerk! As she wiped off her face harshly enough to scratch it and make it red, tears welled in her velvety brown eyes. That monster! She'd rather die than see him ever again! She'd been mouth-raped!
"Father!" She managed, staggering to her feet and heading blindly towards the door, vision blurred by tears.
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Vincent heard everything. Since it was his job to watch out for Yuffie, and since her many omiai dates were especially interesting to him, he had waited outside the window, listening. What he had heard of this Io made his skin crawl with hatred. This was the worst kind of man, and he seemed ready to seal the deal with Yuffie's father. When he heard Io speaking to the ninja so rudely, he couldn't help himself and headed inside. Upon entering the hall, he saw Io turning a corner on the other end. And as he slid open the door to the sitting room, a colorful, sobbing blur ran smack into him, where it grabbed on and stayed, weeping almost hysterically.
"Yuffie?" He asked, fuming with anger towards her suitor. What had he done to her? The princess started to shake her head, and then stilled completely, her face still pressed to his shirt.
"V-vinny?" She asked in a broken voice, as if she didn't dare believe it.
He was torn. Should he admit it was him and explain everything? Or should he lie and remain close enough to her to protect her?
"Either way, she'll end up hating you. No one's ever loved you, you know, not even your mother. Not even Lucretia." Chaos's words bit like knives, cutting him to the quick. Pulling his cloak around him and stepping back, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, you must be mistaken." He said, trying to disguise his voice. It broke his heart to lie to her, but if the truth came out, he wouldn't be able to protect her, and she would hate him for lying. She was a beautiful, independant young woman who hated getting help with anything.
She stared at him for a few seconds, tears shining on her face, tears he was unable to dry. Then she took off down the hall, crying more quietly now, and headed for what looked like her bedroom.
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For some reason, she was calmer now. Even if that stranger hadn't been Vincent, he had smelled so familiar, like old cloves or something. Running into him had cleared her mind. She would simply explain to Godo that she hated the guy's guts, and then she wouldn't have to marry him. And if that didn't work, she could always simply cheat on him, and make HIM learn to do things HER way. No one could change her, so she shouldn't even worry.
So now she stood outside her father's room, face still streaked with tears, and knocked on the door.
