The Deal of Eternity
Yuffie inches away from him slowly. "Ooookaay, I think someone has had a wee bit too much to drink," she says.
"You don't believe me?" the man demands.
"Of course not! Now I'm going back to my friends. Bye," she proclaims as she heads for the lodge doors.
She walks outside and goes around the side of the building. Yuffie halts when she sees the man leaning against a snow mobile in black slacks, black Asian shirt buttoned to the collar and shiny black shoes. "How did you...?"
"If you would just accept the "I'm the Devil" thing we could move on to more important matters," the man says.
Yuffie starts to walk past him. The man leaves the snow mobile and matches her stride.
"Why are you having such difficulty grasping this situation?" he asks pleasantly. "Do you think I'm something your Mommy made up so you would be a good little girl?"
"Ok fine. You're the Devil now what do you want with me?" Yuffie asks.
The man smiles enigmatically. "Well I'm willing to offer you seven wishes to do with as you will."
"Oh yeah? Any thing I want?" Yuffie demands. She stops walking and looks him in the face, searching for any thing shifty.
"Certainly," he answers easily. He looks her over briefly and then seems to come to a decision. "Very well, we shall have a test run if you like. Wish for something and see how it works," he tells Yuffie.
Yuffie lets out a heavy breath. "Fine, I wish I had a Whopper and a large Sprite," she mutters.
The man snaps his fingers and a shuttle bus appears. "Consider it done," he says as he grabs Yuffie's arm and leads her to the bus.
When the bus reaches town the man marches Yuffie straight to Burger King and the front counter.
A teenage boy standing idly behind the counter mumbles, "Welcome to Burger King what can I get for you?"
The man looks down on the boy and orders, "We want a Whopper and a large Sprite.'
"Would you like any cheese on that?" the boy asks.
"No."
"For here or to go?" the teenager asks.
"To go."
"$4.15 sir," the kid says.
The man looks at Yuffie, "You have $4.15 yes?" Yuffie stares incredulously at him. "I left my wallet in the Underworld."
As they leave Yuffie holds the bag and drink in the air and says sarcastically, "This truly is the work of the Devil. I can't believe I doubted you, O Heinous One."
The man eyes Yuffie critically. "What are you going on about now?" he demands.
"This doesn't prove anything! I even had to pay for it," Yuffie cries. She searches the bag. "I didn't even get onion rings," she pouts.
The man rolls his eyes. "I'm offering you the world at your finger tips and you are complaining about onion rings?"
Yuffie glares at him. "I'm going," she announces.
"Fine," the man says. "I'll even give you a ride back." Behind the man is a dark red Mustang convertible with an expensive wide body kit already installed and twirling rims.
"That's your car? Why the hell did we ride the damn bus if you have a car?" she demands.
"Because it was here in town silly girl," the man says. He holds open the passenger door, "Ladies first."
Yuffie hesitates. 'I don't know this guy. He could be a serial killer or a rapist for all I know. He thinks he's the Devil as if that's not a big enough clue he's a psycho. Still I don't have money for a bus back to the camp grounds. '
The man rolls his eyes. 'What is it with girls these days.'
He reaches into the glove box and draws a knife and tosses it to Yuffie before she can say anything. "You may hold onto that the entire ride if you wish," he says.
Yuffie unsheathes the knife cautiously. A six inch serrated blade and a heavy leather handle indicates this knife means business. "Why do you have a knife in your car?" Yuffie asks. "I thought the Devil could take care of himself," she challenges him impishly.
'Impertinent wench.' "Why do you keep a shuriken on you?" the man retorts. "It is merely something for you to hold onto so you will make your damn decision instead of making us both freeze out here."
Yuffie frowns. "I'm keeping it in my lap," she stipulates as she walks to the car.
"Very well," he answers as he shuts the door.
"I mean it. You try anything and I'll use it," she warns.
"I wouldn't expect any less," he says as he slides into the driver seat. Flicking the keys from thin air he chances a smile at her. "I don't suppose you would like to first get something to drink?" With that he pushes the key into the ignition and slams on the accelerator.
Yuffie barely manages to cover her gasp of surprise when she is thrown back in her seat. What she doesn't manage to do is keep hold of the knife, which sails out of the car.
"Don't worry you won't need it," the man calls over the rushing air. "Gentlemen's honor," he swears.