Author's note: I do not own Yuffie, Godo, Vincent, Chocobos, Wutai, Avalanche, Turtle's paradise, or any other square-related characters/ideas I might have forgotten. The storyline, however, is prettymuch mine, so backoffit. Please review.
Secret Service
xoxoxo
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.Godo called her in, already sensing disaster. Yuffie stormed in, ready to start swearing, when she realized he was already going over the marriage agreement. "So that's it?" She asked, furious, fear forgotten for the moment. "I get no say, as long as his bankbook is big enough to satisfy you? I hate you!" She screamed, leaving before the chief had time to interject.
xoxoxo
It was torture, listening to her cry. Undoubtedly, Vincent had had to deal with the knowledge that she was upset before, but never like this. Because the games were over now- no more teasing, no more chances at finding someone right. The difference between these tears and all the other times she'd been sad were summed up in a four letter word that had just blinked out like a light: Hope.
He wished he could go hold her close, do anything to make her smile. But her was stuck here, on the outside looking in, more of a security system than a living being.Maybe tonight was the night to come clean.
xoxoxo
Yuffie came awake slowly, trying to remember where she was. Her room, of course- she'd cried herself to sleep after she'd left her father's study.It was funny, though, she reflected as she opened her eyes and sat up in the darkness. Yuffie hadn't cried like that since before her mother died. "A good drink fixes any problem for a while, right?" She asked herself, standing and straightening her wrinkled kimono. She didn't want to stop and consider whether she was really a strong enough woman to deal with Io, so it was time for another trip to the bar.
OO
Yeah, short. Too bad; there'll be another update soon though.
Thanks for reading.
