|The Ninja and the Cape
Author: PastelSweet PM
'I had two options: ask him outright for the cape, or simply keep going along as if the cape stealing idea had never popped into my head.' What's a ninja to do when she can't get her hands on the thing she wants most? Steal, of course!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Vincent V. & Yuffie K. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 28,189 - Reviews: 119 - Favs: 52 - Follows: 57 - Updated: 01-04-11 - Published: 06-11-10 - id: 6042658
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! I know it's kinda late to say that, but I still wanted to give everyone a nice little holiday cheer greeting thing. Anywho, massively late chapter, since I was busy with Christmas, turning 16 and going away to the beach for a while, but I am back now! Chapters are getting harder to write, but I shall not let that stop me! That's why this one is a little short though, sorry. Also, thanks a bunch for the reviews. You guys are better than sugar, and I say that sincerely.
So, as you are all most probably aware, Vinnie didn't show up to glare at everyone for me. Instead, I was pushed and shoved all around the place as people foiled my brilliant plans of escape. Jerks.
It wasn't until 4 attempts of escape later that Godo had come to talk to me, trying to goad me into accepting his little ploy of marriage. I didn't take a bar of it though, but I did take the opportunity to ninja my phone back from him. For a pretty conniving man, he sucks at the basic stuff.
Anyway, one I had liberated my phone from his person, I scrolled through my contacts list until I found Vinnie's number, but when I tried to call it I got a lovely little message saying my phone service had been disconnected.
Yeah, I went into rage mode for a little after that, but then I calmed down. Mainly because someone musta' slipped a tranquilizer into my drink, but partly because I was too tired to be angry. It requires so much effort… effort I was saving to get my butt outta there.
Anyway, I fell asleep pretty quickly after that, as tranquilizers tend to make me incredibly drowsy, and dreamt of nothing, which was kinda disappointing. I mean, what's the point of going to sleep if you don't dream anything awesome?
I woke up feeling pretty alright, all things considered. I leapt out of bed with awesome grace that only I can manage – uh, duh – and had another quick escape attempt through the ventilation shaft, but I was caught when I was passing over a grate and it decided to give way, which kinda upset me. I wasn't that heavy!
I bet this won't surprise you though – guess where I fell? Yeah, that's right, Rufus's room.
Honestly, the things that happen to me!
Anywho, he just looked at me for a moment, before getting out of his chair and walking over to me.
"Do you need any assistance, Yuffie?"
I groaned loudly, giving him a glare as I pulled myself up off the ground.
"Not from you."
He chuckled at my response, picking up the lamp I knocked on my way down.
"Hm, yes, I expected as much," he deadpanned, walking back to his chair and sitting down. "Seat?" He offered, gesturing towards a seat on the opposite side of the table from him. I sighed loudly, showing my disdain for the situation as I slowly sat on the chair.
He nodded, returning his attention to the newspaper in his hands. It was an awkward-ish silence as I sat there twiddling my thumbs, until Rufus finally put down the paper and looked at me again.
"How can you stand this?" I blurted out, but I hardly regretted it. You kinda grow used to this sorta thing after a while. He thought about it for a moment, before folding his arms across his chest.
"I was raised into politics, as such it has become second nature to me, I suppose you could say. This is just another unpleasant faction of being who I am, and who you are," he surmised, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen.
I lowered my head slightly, mulling over his reply.
"So… that means… you don't wanna get married?"
"Through no fault of your own, as I'm sure you are a… charming young woman, Yuffie, but yes, this is not something I specifically want."
"Then why are you doing it?" I yelled at him, pushing myself off the chair. He didn't seem surprised at my reaction, but then again, I don't think Rufus really gets surprised anymore.
"Yuffie, are you not tired of the world being in the state it is in? Yes, it may have been Shinra's fault entirely, and I am willing to accept that, but do you not long for a better world? I will do everything in my power – as well as funding the WRO, of course, to ensure that the future populace can live in a world free of the horrors we have endured. If that means I have to make personal sacrifices along the way - so be it."
I barely refrained from snorting at his speech, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but that doesn't have to mean marriage, y'know? I don't want Godo to get any ideas that I'll willingly go along with tradition, lest he gets other traditions forced on me," I explained, sitting back down on the chair.
"Though I can understand your reasoning, do you not realize you are being somewhat selfish?"
Yeah, that caught me off guard. Who was he to call me selfish? He nearly destroyed the world for monetary and power gain!
"Like you can talk," I bit back venomously, roughly pushing myself up off the chair. As I was stalking towards the door, he called over to me.
"You know I'm right, Miss Kisaragi. Oh, and another tip for the near future, watch out for rigged grates in air vents, you never know why someone might have set them."
I didn't look back as I slammed the door shut.