Disclaimer: I own Yuki, friend owns Faelo (Fay-low), Square-Enix owns everything else. And boy, I pay them a hell of a lot for it.

A/N: This is completely unedited, and when I say that I mean I haven't even re-read this chapter. So please forgive any grammatical and spelling errors (My English is the one from England therefore mummom etc.)

Chapter 9:

Imprisonment

All Yuki could see were the confines of her room. White walls, white ceiling, beige carpet. There was not much inside- a desk with a humming laptop plugged in, a bed, and a box that served to store clothing.

She sat, fists clenched, waiting desperately for Tifa to return with the paper she had asked for. She could feel the rage boiling inside of her, smell it burning her skin.

The infuriating voice continued 'And the search for the mass murderer and rebel known as Yuki is still ongoing. Police are scouring the streets of both Midgar and Edge as they try to uncover her past.' A picture of a scowling, burnt young woman flashed up on the screen. 'It is believed she began her killings from an early age, targeting mainly Shinra executives, but it is unknown what has caused her recent span of killings, which involved the lives of many innocent citizens, including children.' Yuki's picture was replaced with that of a charred square, where corpses littered the ground. 'If you find this dangerous killer, do not hesitate to call the police immediately. The hotline is…'

It took all of Yuki's carefully accumulated control to stop her fist ruining the laptop as she closed it. Taking deep breaths to steady her rage, she quickly massaged the bandages on her hands. A week ago, she had broken her fingers trying to get past Cloud and Barret, trying to escape outside. She hated being stuck in her room, unable to even open a window just in case somebody saw her.

He's coming for me. Genesis… he will come for me. And I will be a sitting duck.

Over the past few weeks she had felt him coming closer to Edge, his impossible strength like a radar to those who knew him. The police had probably been tipped off by Lee- a distraction to confine her within the city. So far, it had worked.

Yuki paced around her room angrily, almost pouncing on Tifa as she opened the door.

'Hello, Yuki.' Tifa's voice was abrupt, not in anger, but as though she had been drained of breath. 'I came as fast as possible. Here is the paper you wanted. And the paint.' She could not stop the worry flickering in her eyes. 'You… haven't broken anything?'

'No. Not yet, anyway.' Yuki tried to stop the anger spreading across her face, and failed. Thanks Tifa.' Hurriedly she grabbed the bags in Tifa's hands and slammed the door on her, quenching the small flame of guilt that flickered across her mind. She dumped the bags down and opened the tins of paint, revealing the deep crimson that swirled in their depths.

Absorbed in her painting, Yuki did not hear the soft knock on her door, nor the small creak as it opened. It was only some minutes later, when she turned for more paint, that she saw Cloud watching her sorrowfully. His eyes raked the room- the walls spattered with crimson as though it were blood, the red liquid even running down the windows and staining the carpets as though he had walked into a set for a horror movie.

The wide smile on Yuki's face broke into a mask of indifference. She felt shame rapidly replacing her excitement, and then anger at the shame. Why should she apologise? She was only decorating. After being stuck in the same room for four weeks, it was only natural to try and bring some colour into the place.

They stood facing each other for a long time, Cloud pondering while Yuki fidgeted and began to pick up the paper on the desk. His eyes flickered over to it.

'Is that origami?'

She turned. 'Yes, why?'

He seemed almost scornful. As he turned to exit the room, he tossed a quiet 'come with me,' over to where she stood.

She stilled for a moment. Did this mean they could go outside? She sprinted after him, trying to hide the huge smile spreading across her face.

The bike was impressively huge, a sleek black with silver engines jutting out the back. It was almost like an animal- some ruthless alien carnivore that dared you to ride it. Cloud walked up to it, expertly mounted it, and held a hand down to help her on. Yuki, disguised underneath the only helmet Cloud could find, took his hand and apprehensively swung a leg around it. The leather of the seat was soft.

'Hold on.' Cloud said, and disguising her apprehension she tentatively wound her arms around his waist, trying not to think about it too much.

The alien carnivore growled as Cloud started the bike, then launched into an aggressive roar as he accelerated. Yuki's tentative grip tightened considerably. Her helmet rattled, before breaking into two and flying off. She felt panic, and stared fixedly at Cloud's back.

Soon the alien had quietened into a high-quality purr as they reached a church. Yuki recognised it as the same one she had been taking to on the nightmare shopping day.

Cloud cut the engine, then sat still for a while. Eventually he murmured 'Yuki?'

'Yes, Cloud?'

'You can let go of me now.'

Yuki shook her head. 'No thanks,' she told him, her voice muffled against his shoulder 'I'll wait until my head stops spinning.'

He laughed then, a quiet sound, soft as a feather. Then, gently, he reached down and prised her hands away from his waist, keeping a hold on them to support her disorientated body from falling.

'You will feel better once you come inside the church,' he murmured, still smiling.

'Okay.' She took a deep breath.

They sat among the strange and beautiful flowers, letting the odd peace in the church steal over them. Yuki no longer cared wether she would be found by Genesis, although she knew he was hunting her like a bloodhound, determined to kill before she betrayed any secrets.

'Those children- I didn't kill them. You know that, right?'

'Of course.'

Yuki hesitated, wishing that she could ask some more questions, not wanting to pry into Cloud's privacy. She settled for a relatively safe topic.

'What are these flowers called?'

Cloud gazed at them ruminatively. 'I never knew their name. They are rare, though. I have never seen them anywhere else. They may be unique to this church.'

'Why did you take me out of the house?'

Another laugh. Yuki wondered if something amazing had happened. Twice in half an hour!

'You may have been headed for madness,' he explained. 'Tifa charged me with the important task of keeping you sane.'

Yuki rolled her eyes. 'No she didn't.'

'Well, maybe not.'

They talked for a while longer, keeping the conversation as light as possible. Then Cloud stood up.

'We better go.'

From then on, they visited the church everyday. It was a place to talk and feel normal, although they had difficulty with disguises.

After a couple of weeks, Cloud came into Yuki's room, keys jumping in his hand.

'Are you ready?' he asked, smiling at her. He looked different, she noticed. Happier.

Smiling back, she stood up, going towards the door.

'Wait,' he said suddenly, catching hold of her arm.

'Hmm?' She found herself suddenly inches from his face. From somewhere very far away, she noted that his cheeks were a little pink. So were hers. His eyes, so oddly familiar, suddenly filled her vision. She could not look away.

'Yuki,' he breathed, 'I-'

But she jerked away, almost knocking over the laptop as she stared at him, almost frightened.

'C'mon, lets go!,' Yuffie was bounding up the stairs, brushing Cloud aside as she swept into Yuki's room. 'Pack your bags, we're leaving!!'

'What?!' Yuki gasped, 'Where-?'

'We're going to Wutai!!' Yuffie yelled happily. 'Cid finally caved in! It took soo much pestering!'

'We should go pack then,' Cloud said, and left the room, followed soon by Yuffie.

Yuki moved robotically towards the cardboard box that housed her clothes, then remembered that she should ask Tifa if she could borrow a suitcase.

She did not move. She stayed in position, her face contorted. Because she had remembered exactly where she had seen Cloud's eyes before, and it would take a long time before she could wipe the mask of horror off her face.

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Once again, I'm sorry if any of the characters are OOC, I am trying to make Cloud a little happier because Advent Children is over and he's no longer suffering from his crippling guilt…

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