"Chekhov! What are you doing here?" Yuffie didn't know whether to feel relieved or fearful that her long time friend, and mentor, was in front of her.
"It's ok Miss Yuffie, I'm only here to help you." Chekhov took a deep breath and continued, "I know about this Nori Fujimoto. He will bring ruin to the kingdom of Wutai and will shame the Kisaragi line. His blood is tainted, and you are right to object this very unholy union." Chekhov's eyes showed a sense of sorrow for the young woman as she looked to her for help.
"Oh thank you Check…" Yuffie was cut off by a hand silencing her.
"It is unfortunate, Miss Yuffie, that I, myself, am unable to let you leave this place." Chekhov said very softly.
Yuffie burst into tears as he continued to speak. "My duties as a Mighty God do not allow me to help you leave, even if it is in your best interest. However, while I am unable to assist you with my position, I still care about you and there are several people who are worried sick about you and are on the way to get you out of here."
Yuffie looked at Chekhov in disbelief. "What? Wait, how? Who did you call? Why are you going to help me?"
Chekhov smiled and took a seat in a chair near the door to Yuffie's room. "Calm down Miss Yuffie, and for Leviathan's sake, keep quiet!" She mentioned the ninja to sit as she proceeded to explain the situation. "Miss Yuffie, I need you to listen carefully to me. I knew about this arrangement for many months. I was told to never let you know anything about Nori, or that your marriage ceremony was being planned for you. But I do know that Nori is an abusive man who only wants power." She touched Yuffie's face in the spot that Nori slapped her, noticing that a welt was starting to form. "I can see that you already found that out."
Yuffie could only nod and listen.
Chekhov continued, "I know about your friends, AVALANCHE. I've been in contact with them for about 3 weeks now, making arrangements for your escape. I'm under the impression that someone will be here to take you away in the near future."
Yuffie smiled and gave Chekhov a big hug. "When am I supposed to be leaving?"
"Pretty soon, now drink this, it will calm you down." Chekhov smiled as she gave Yuffie a drink of something that smelled like tea.
"Thank you Chekhov, this is very good…" Yuffie stopped mid-sentence and fell to the ground in a deep sleep.
Chekhov made sure that everything was in order and placed Yuffie on her bed. Then she dialed a number on the PHS. "Hello? … Yes, she's out cold… you're here?..." click The line went dead. "Hello? … Can you hear me… HELLO?.." Chekhov started to worry, as this was the worst possible time for any complications to arise. All of a sudden, the room went dark and Chekhov felt a cold hand and then a slight pain that felt like a needle prick on her back.
"I'm here to take Yuffie." A deep voice said from behind her. "Sorry I have to do it this way, I'm sure you'll understand…"
Chekhov didn't hear the rest of what the man was saying because she was already knocked out.