I guess I should start with this at every chapter?

Disclaimer: Samurai Ming does not own anything related to Final Fantasy. The only thing she holds right now is her over-imaginative ideas, and her secret lemon thoughts. (Hmm...lemon...)

Chapter 1: Morning.

She slammed against the wall; her weapon slipping out of her numb fingers. It was useless. He was much stronger, and he had the jump. As she collapsed to the cold ground, she felt her clothes being mercilessly torn away, revealing her smooth flesh. "St-stop!!!" she cried, but to no avail. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw his prick curving upwards, and as his hands, already covered in blood reach for her vulnerable spot, his eyes hinting at the prize he was aiming for...

"No…"Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as she struggled against the assailant who was slowly, but surely overpowering her. "He…he wouldn't…" With as much strength as she could muster, she fought back, resolutely keeping her legs shut. She wouldn't let him in!!

With overwhelming power, he pulled her legs apart and with a savage yell, he plunged his organ into her womanhood. He hit the mark dead on. She screamed at the searing pain that had erupted as his hard organ pierced her and tried to push him off. He continued to trust into her, ramming his manhood into her like a battering ram. His mouth found hers as he pushed his mouth to hers. She tasted lust, violence, blood and his sharp fangs pressing into her mouth.

"No…please stop…please…" She cried as the violent coupling slowly build up to the climax. She felt her blood spilling and dripping to the floor, trickling between her legs and her gap.

She jammed her knee into his stomach with as much might as she could, but he just slapped her hard on her face, and she could've sworn she heard a cracking sound as her head banged against the concrete wall. As she fell into unconsciousness, she heard his triumphant roar as wet hot semen seeped inside her…

Yuffie gasped, and woke up. She wasn't in Nibelheim anymore, she was in Wutai, in her own bedroom, far away from anything or anyone that had anything to do with what that had happened to her 5 years ago. She felt her face. It was wet, both from her sweat, and from the tears that would forever return everytime she was reminded of her weakness and disgrace.

She stiffled a sob and took deep breaths to calm herself down, as her sweat dripped down. "One, two, breath in..., one, two, breath out...keep your mind still and clear your head of obtrusive thoughts...focus on your center, and release your breath..." Eventually, her shudders stopped, and she got up to take her morning bath. She flinched as she caught sight of herself naked in the mirror. "What's wrong with me...even after 5 years, I can't get over it..." She stepped into the shower and switched on the power, enjoying the hot water that seemed to melt her insides and warmed her soul. Feeling much better, she washed of the sweat of fear, and the tears of agony and pain. Water always made her feel good, heck, it made all Wutaians feel good.

After her bath, she stepped outside to dry herself. Picking out her clothes for the day, she quickly got dressed and went out to taste the fresh and clean morning air. The birds chirped, and the sun was just rising over the horizon. There was a slight sea breeze blowing through Wutai, and the morning dew glistened, reflecting the light of a new day. Yuffie smiled. It was going to be a great day, she knew it!! Sitting down on the veranda, she gave herself time to enjoy the peace and tranquility of a perfect morning.

It wasn't going to be peaceful for long...

Godo yawned and stretched his arms. It had been a while since he had such peaceful sleep, without his thoughts tormented about his daughter's predicament. He frowned deeply. She was already 24. She wasn't going to be young forever, and he wasn't going to be around forever either. He winced as his back creaked a little, and resolved to discuss this matter with Yuffie later.

He got up and put on his sandals, only to find it sticky and gooey, like...peanut butter.

With a roar, he yelled out so loud, that all of Wutai rocked with the might of his voice, and even a few rocks atop Da Chao rolled down and crashed on the ground.

"MASAMUNE KISARAGI!!!!!"

Yuffie practically fell down after hearing her father's outburst. The birds squaked and quickly flew away. Yuffie groaned, but couldn't help feel slightly amused. "Oh boy..." She made her way to her father's quarters. The servents and maids all looked scared and panicked, and the guards simply maintained their stoic attitudes, though Yuffie could've sworn she saw a glimmer of a smile in their faces. Peeking her head through his tatami door, she saw her father rubbing something with tissue, glowering and muttering furiously. Yuffie knocked and entered the room, with a good three quarters of the house's inhabitants watching her with bated breath.

"Morning dad. Had a good night? I hope you slept well." She tried to start the conversation with a sweet and caring voice, hoping to calm her father down before he exploded anymore. This tactic usually worked, but unfortunately, not today.

"YUFFIE!!" he bellowed, his voice once again shaking and awakening everyone else in Wutai. "That boy of yours...he just put peanut butter in my sandals...AGAIN!!!"

Yuffie chuckled. "Well, exCUUUSSSSE me...Dad, it's your fault for not using your sixth sense to check your surroundings for anything out of the ordinary in your room. Aren't you always the one who always goes..." She cleared her throat, puffed out her chest and mimiced her father's voice "...the Lord of Wutai must always keep himself on guard against the enemy, and must never let himself be caught offguard, especially..." she put emphasis on the last word. "...by a ninja." With a smirk, she watched her father rack his brains for a witty answer, but, as he could come up with none, resigned himself to cleaning his sandals as best as he could.

"All the same, daughter!! You let the child off on such misbehavings, when you should be doing your best to ensure..." he gropped for another tissue, only to accidently grapsed the hot, but thankfully unlit, candle by his bedside. He winced. "For Leviathan's sake..." This time, he grabbed the tissue and proceeded to wipe his sandals, while continuing his lecture. "...that the boy grows up to be an honourable samurai who strictly follows the code of Bushido, so that he may take his rightful place as Lord of Wutai when the time comes!!!" He finished angrily. His sandals were still sticky, even after the consistent wipping. With a sigh, he went inside his closet to look for his second favourite pair.

A sudden thought came to his mind. He was alone, with Yuffie. Wasn't this the moment he had been looking for? Or, it could be the worse timing he had ever had to breach such an important topic. Lord Godo Kisaragi may be skilled in the battlefield, but he was woefully inept at saying the right things at the right time, and this often lead to the many legendary arguements he had with his young hot-blooded daughter. True, he wasn't so insensitive anymore, but the art of conversation was even harder than the art of swordsmanship, and frankly speaking, he knew he was exceptionally bad at it.

"Well, it's not or never Godo..."

With a deep breath, he muttered the words that he had been trying to tell his daughter all this while, but had never came out, until today.

"Yuffie, that boy needs a father in his life, and you need a husband."

Outside, hiding behind the thick bushes, a small boy chuckled cheekily. Dressed in just a pair of short pants and slippers, the blacked haired boy with the chocolate coloured eyes silently congratulated himself on a job well done. "Good ol' PB, never fails me." He crept out of the compound, unnoticed by all the servents and guards, and slipped out into the village. Now wasn't the time to get caught. His grandfather was like a hot kettle. All he needed to do was wait for him to run out of steam, and even that didn't take too long. Besides, he loved wandering around the village in the early mornings. It was the only time he did not get stared or jeered at...

By now, the village was showing some sparks of life, as smoke started puffing out of some houses, and the yawns of the guards on night duty could be heard, as they clambered down from look out spots, eager to rest their weary eyes on a soft futon, while their replacements took their places, alert and on the look out for any more monster attacks. The priests started the morning rituals, alighting incest and banging the small gong outside the temple to chase away the demons of nightmares and to welcome the spirits of good fortune. Da Chao, the humonguos mountain located near Wutai, loomed over the tiny town. Martial artist from all corners of the world flocked to the mountain, the way ants do to a picnic, to meditate and perfect their fighting skills. To the boy though, it was just a weirdly shapped pile of big rock, that he would someday climb.

As the 5 year old son of Yuffie Kisaragi enhaled the air, the smell of fresh rice balls on the stove wafted through the air, and he couldn't help but feel the rumble in his tummy. He sighed. Sooner or later, he'd have to go home and face the music. "Grandpa's such a stick..." he grumbled. Anyway, the sun was already starting to heat up the cool morning air, and he hated heat. Rushing home, he crawled, snuck and leaped, taking cover behind barrels, trees and whatever else that could hide him. He loved the art of sneaking around undetected, it excited him very much. He loved the feeling of swooping through the trees, of walking silently through the house, of appearing invisible and eavesdroping on other people's conversation. It gave him a sort of satisfaction that he could jeer, point and make rude hand gestures at people whom he hated. And the best thing is, he never got caught before. Well, almost never.

By now, he was just about to reach his house, when he spotted a small boy, with maple brown hair, chewing on a big, warm and sticky rice ball the size of his hand. The boy was sitting underneath the sakura tree, and upon seeing him, got up and waved his sticky hand. He ran and called out to the boy with the half-eaten rice ball:

"Ryuu!!!"

"Masa!!!"

Ryuu's blue piercing eyes twinkled mischieviously as he gave his best friend a high five.

"Did you...?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Wow, that's so cool!! But your gwandpa's gonna be soooo mad at you."

"Nah, there's nothing to worry about. Grandpa can't stay mad forever."

"Weally? You're so lucky..."

Ryuu suddenly looked away sadly.

"What's wrong Ryuu?" Masamune asked. Ryuu wasn't the sort of boy to brood about things, whether he got scolded, reprimanded, or even whacked. Masamune's deep brown eyes met Ryuu's azure blue ones, and he was shocked to see tears starting to form at the corner of his friend's eyes.

Ryuu's voice trembled a bit, as he shuffled his feet on the ground and his face took on a guilty look. "Daddy and mommy said that I shouldn't be fwiends with you anymore..."

Masamune felt shock vibrate through his body. He knew Ryuu's parents; they were always smiling, and were very kind and gentle towards the children of the village. All except one.

He managed to find his voice and asked, "Wh-Why?"

Ryuu's voice was small when his answer came out.

"Be-because...they said that you're a b-ba-bad se-seed..."

For a while, they were both silent. Masamune never knew why majority of the villagers hated and despised him. The most he could hope from them was an unfriendly hello, a cold smile, and that was it. He later heard something about a "bad seed", and because of this, he was alienated and ostrichsized by all the other kids. He knew they didn't really hate him, they were just following their parents. Ryuu was an exception, but even Masamune knew that Ryuu's parents had been trying to convince Ryuu to drop the acquantaince. And he didn't need to hear Ryuu's last sentence to guess what was coming. He clenched his fingers into his palm, and waited for the bombshell.

"La-last night, mommy and daddy had a long talk with me...they made me promise not to be friends with you anymore...I'm sowwy Masa..." With that, Ryuu quickly ran away, back into the house, dropping his rice ball on the floor. It wasn't warm anymore.

The sun was now fully up in the air, and the birds were back. However, the heat of the sun's rays are not enough to warm the cold left behind by the departure of a friend...

Sorry, but the fastest I can do is a chapter a week, apparently...special thanks to griever-gurl, moonstarlight and sessylover18 for reading and reviewing my story. It's still relatively peaceful, though it may get violent later. I just love blood fiestas!! Until next time!

Samurai Ming.