melodiesoflife | House Terrors!

Characters: Yuffie and Sephiroth.
Where: Housing: A-02
When: Between October 5-6th
Summary: The two are trying to learn how to live with each other and it isn't going well.
Warning: N/A

Late afternoon: Yuffie found asleep.

She had no idea when he might be back and she would have been perfectly happy if he didn't come back at all. Though she knew there was little chance of that. Her room was set with traps and protected in case her roommate decided to come in without permission. The last thing she needed to do was set the traps in the kitchen as well as grab some snacks for her room.

Mooshoo had given up trying to talk her out of her crazy ideas and was sitting in Yuffie's room with a book.

The young ninja sat on the couch and instantly felt her own tiredness overwhelm her. Her limbs ached from her hard work and her eyes lids felt heavy. She was determined to only rest her eyes for a minute but was soon fast asleep. She curled up in a little ball as soft whimpers escaped her lips. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she dreamed of her mother.

Early Morning: Unexpected Bathroom Problems.

Yuffie wanted to use the bathroom and has been waiting for what felt the hours. She slammed her fist on the door as she tried to get his highness's attention.

"Come on! You have been in there for forever! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE DOING IN THERE!"

She slammed her fist against the door again and then slumped to the floor. Her knees were brought tightly to her chest as her eyes fixated on the door knob.

"I need to use the bathroom!"

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She watched him comb his hair and for a moment she was tempted to ask him if she could help. Yuffie never could grow her hair that long, mostly because it just became a tangled mess. Maybe he could teach her how to take care of her hair, after all, there was no one to cut her hair here either. She could try it herself but that might not end well.

"Like rules, an example would be never come into my room. You take care of food and I'll stay out of your... hair" She gave Sephiroth a goofy smile at her own pun.

He had already told her no, and hopefully Yuffie wouldn't press the issue; Sephiroth didn't have much in the way of patience when it came to the small ninja even if he did try to be considerate. He bunched all of his hair together with one hand, lifted it and started the comb out the ends first. It would take a while but gradual progression towards the roots was the best way to deal with it.

"Let me get one thing straight-" He paused as the first tangle was discovered, taking the comb back out and then coming in again to free it without having to pull. Either he ignored Yuffie's goofy grin or simply hadn't registered it.

"I am not your caretaker. Neither am I your cook, cleaner or guardian. That said, I respect that you need your own space and so far I have therefore steered out of your way where I can. However, the house is only so big.

I do not mind -until you are settled- to buy food, and the like, for the both of us. But it is certainly not going to be a permanent arrangement."

She only heard about half of what he said. Her focused was on his hair, fascinated by his process of combing it. He must have a lot of patience in order to deal with the tangles.

"Maybe a trade then?" She was thinking more along the lines of things she wouldn't do and in return he would buy food. It was just nice not to have to worry about food. After running away from home it had been a little bit of a struggle.

He got the impression that the teen had 'zoned out' pretty early on, which irked him more than a little. Sephiroth was hardly the talkative type, but when he did speak he expected others to listen. On purpose, he stopped combing at his hair and dropped his arms to his sides at her next question.

"Did you hear anything that I just said?" But really, he already knew the answer. Sephiroth turned away back towards the dresser and rolled his eyes privately when he wasn't facing her. Just how difficult could it be to live with this girl? He placed the comb on the top and opened a small pot of a white cream - deciding to tend to the fading sunburn first.

"Do I even want to hear what you'd trade with?"

"I was listening!" She didn't shout but her words were harsh. "I was just thinking!" Which always involved a lot of effort even if she didn't want to admit it.

Yuffie looked up at the ceiling thinking of his question. She really didn't know but there had to be an easier way. She brought her stare back to Sephiroth and for a moment she looked like the young child that she was. "I don't know. What do you want from me?"

Not that she would do it right or at all for that matter but she felt like it was worth asking.

She probably had seen the following stern look before, on her father and any other number of adults when she'd said something that was clearly immature. Way to turn it around on him Yuffie when you were the one who had initiated this talk. Sephiroth was more than happy to continue nearly-ignoring Yuffie for the most part, as long as she didn't make it a habit of interrupting his morning hygiene routines.

He began to apply the cooling cream sparingly to one of his arms, and then the other. It felt good and soothing where the light burns were starting to tighten up again from drying naturally. Angeal's remedy apparently also worked well as a moisturizer. At this rate, he might not lose any more layers of skin to peeling.

"You're the one who wanted to talk about this. I'm perfectly happy to continue as we are."

She didn't like that look and she instinctively glared back. Once she realized she was doing it she tried to stop, which took a lot of blinking. It was a strange reaction and it made her stop and think for a moment.

Yuffie sat up a little straighter, her eyes locked on Sephiroth. "Your really okay with it? As it is now?" That didn't make sense to her considering almost every interaction between them so far was confrontational.

There was little point having a glaring match with a teenager, Sephiroth knew much better than that so he didn't hold it for long. Not long enough to even notice Yuffie's attempt to stop herself from doing so. One pink area of skin coated, Sephiroth got another load of cream on his fingertips and began to apply it to the other side. It wasn't a smelly substance at all, even if it did smell almost too floral for his taste - still, it did the job.

Truth was, he wasn't happy at all with the tension between them but really he'd already resolved that was how it was going to be. He couldn't honestly offer an apology for the reasons she hated him and so he just didn't visit it at all. Difference being, he was much less vocal about it than Yuffie was and simply filtered it out of irritating him; he was more mature like that.

"Well no. But it's not going to change, so what's the point discussing it?"

She was trying but with an attitude like that she quickly stopped her efforts. "I guess there isn't. In the future I will sleep through your morning functions." Or leave the house, she hasn't been sleeping well here anyway.

Yuffie stood and walked over towards the door with quick strides. She stopped with one hand on the door frame and a sarcastic smile aimed at Sephiroth. "There is stuff down stairs that stops you from turning pink. If you become a lobster I'm gonna have to think of more nicknames." She was annoyed and it was evident by the sound of her voice.

Despite the toxic way Yuffie put it, Sephiroth would really prefer for her to simply not be around while he was in any position where he might be vulnerable. It was bad enough that she slept only in a room down the hall; he had no idea when her resentment toward him might turn into something other than tantrums, sarcastic remarks or nicknames. Not that he'd admit that was the reason for his less-than restful sleep.

He continued to work the cream into the sunburn on the arm closest to the door as Yuffie stopped and made her retort. He paused in the motion for a moment long enough to raise his eyes, over the top of his lean bicep, to her again.

"There's no need to be such a brat about it." His voice wasn't quite stern, but matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's not nearly as bad as it was before."

He was very good at pushing Yuffie's buttons. "At least I'm not an unapproachable jerk!" She didn't mean to yell again but his words cut deeper than he knew. She worked hard everyday towards her goal and unlike some, nothing was given to her easily.

"And put a shirt on before you poke someone's eye out." Yuffie threw her arms to her sides and stormed out of his room. She was done talking and had things she needed to do today.

House Terrors!

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems