On the Way to Junon
"I hate you, you know."
Tifa had awoken to find herself tied to a chair in what looked like a conference room aboard a highwind. Barret laid on the floor on the other side of the room, unconscious. She had no idea where the rest of her team were; all she could remember was Cloud going nuts and giving the dead Sephiroth the black materia...
She now faced the president of ShinRa, Inc, and she stared at him with such animosity that the blond grinned as he clasped his hands behind his back.
"Miss Lockheart, rest assured that my hate is equally returned. But there is no need to get personal. I hate AVALANCHE, but not the people in it. My morals would not allow me to make such a provocative and hateful statement."
Tifa rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Whatever."
Rufus hunkered down, inches from her face. "Perhaps you need to learn some manners."
She had never been so close to the new president, and it almost startled her when she realized how young he looked. He couldn't have been more than a few years older than her. She blinked, feeling dizzy from his overpowering (yet incredibly masculine) cologne. She noticed that his smirk faltered as his gaze went to her lips, and then back up to her eyes.
"Tell me where Cloud is," he stated, cerulean eyes not leaving her face.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" She spluttered. "In case you weren't keeping up, I just woke up from passing out."
"Simple question, Lockheart. No need to get snippy." He straightened up.
Tifa felt her blood boiling. She had a feeling he was having fun with her, and she was right. Rufus struggled to keep his face neutral. There was something about her that amused him so.
"Well, if that's all you have to offer, then our conversation is over." He muttered an incantation and Tifa's head slumped forward. He reached toward her and pulled one eyelid open. His spell had worked. Untying her, he carried her over to where Barret was. He grabbed the pair of handcuffs nearby and chained her to the railing above her head. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, he got up and turned away. He scratched the back of his head.
If Rufus ShinRa and Tifa Lockheart weren't enemies...he definitely would have asked for her number.
Sort of a take on when Tifa fainted aboard the highwind after the Weapons were awakened and Cloud flipped out. What if she was interrogated before they reached Junon? Mwahahah. I really would appreciate some reviews for my oneshots. :)