Title: Five Life Lessons
Author: CrisisChild
Summary: That Rufus Shinra learned from his mother.
Rated: K+
Beta'd: Nope
Editted & Remastered: Yeap.
Diclaimer: I do not own Rufus Shinra or any part of the FFVII Compilation. I just write bad fanfictions. Yeap.
Life Lesson #4
You Look Good In White
Rufus didn't like the new clothes his mother bought for him, however, he wore them because she had asked him to and today they would be making new changes to the company- he needed to look his best as his father was to make a speech. The clothes were stiff and a bit itchy. And white. It made his eyes hurt looking at them.
"I think you look good in white. It suits you Rufus." His mother fussed with his collar, smiling and laughing. He felt much better knowing that she was in better spirits as of late. His father and mother were getting along better than ever before.
That didn't mean the boy couldn't be a sourpuss though. He was, in fact, still a child.
"I don't like white. It's a girly colour," he complained, tugging his collar out of place again.
Rufus should have expected it when she smacked him lightly upside the head. Mother never did like it when he made comments like that. He learned all too early that girls were scary in their own right - maybe scarier than any man Rufus would meet. Most of the girls at school were certainly terrifying with their googly eyes and inability to keep their lips to themselves; half the time the boy had to hide in the boy's bathroom. No, he wasn't afraid of the silly creatures, he just didn't want them to ruin his clothes and hair with their drooly kisses, that was all.
Still, he would have preferred a black suit, like his mother. It would be easier to keep clean. And he secretly still would like to own one of her famous invincibility suits. His father's guards got to wear them, his mother wore one, so why couldn't he?
"All colours have a meaning, baby. Do you know what white stands for?"
Rufus shook his head. Mother always seemed to know something about any subject - not like his father, who only understood money and what it could do in the world. Money, money, money...before his slight change in personality recently, it had always been that his father's mind centered around. Rufus didn't quite understand why they needed to hoard so much capital, but mother explained that that was how father was and all he really knew how to do.
Still, Rufus thought it'd be more worthwhile to make mother smile. At least the old man was doing more of that.
She began to explain as she brushed a few loose strands of his blond hair into place. "White can mean a lot of things. It can mean kindness, purity, completion and innocence before it is ripped away." There was a sad look on her face and Rufus bristled. No, no, no, he thought, Mother don't be sad. Don't think on sad thoughts. He didn't enjoy being so helpless. Not a bit.
Especially in terms of his mother.
"It also means loyal love. So wear this colour for me, baby? It means I love you."
And so, he wore it for her.
As time went on, Rufus discovered that there were other meanings to the colour white.
White meant coldness, like his attitude towards others.
White meant sterility, like the hospital walls he found himself in one day.
White meant mourning for the dead, though he did not believe in Wutai traditions; for his mother he always wore white.
White also meant new beginnings and for the sake of the Planet, he would help turn things around.
"Tseng, get me Reeve."