melodiesoflife | House Terrors!

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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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Yuffie was quick for two reasons: one she really wanted to yell at Sephiroth, and two she really didn't want to stay in the Sephiroth scented bathroom. She burst through the bathroom down only to be stopped by his closed door.

Her fingers curled up into a tight fist so she could pound on his door. "HEY! We need to talk about your bathroom time. How do you spend over an hour in there! What are you even doing?" As she asked she realized that she might not want to know what he does being close doors.

Whatever he was doing on the other side of the closed door, of which entailed simply drying himself off in the privacy of his own room, couldn't be heard from out in the hallway. The pound of Yuffie's fist to the door was met with no response, much like her yelling if she continued to do it.

Sephiroth didn't have to answer such a question, not only as it had an obvious answer, but especially since it wasn't as if he timed how long things generally took while he was in there; who even did that! Besides, most mornings Yuffie was sound asleep and it didn't matter.

He wasn't in any rush to get dressed, either. Whether or not he was doing it on purpose to give Yuffie that precious time he thought she needed to finish venting at a closed door or not, was up for debate. She couldn't very well see or tell what he was doing, after all.

She realized what his silent meant and hit her head against his door. She stood there leaning against it as she spoke. "Fine but can I at least know your usual morning... things?" Yuffie was still to tiring to wake up and words were getting harder to form.

She was a little bit to tired for her energy levels to run on full power. She wanted to avoid being awake or here when he was getting ready for the morning because the scent he used in the bathroom made the whole floor smell like boy.

She didn't have to wait much longer and with an audible click, his door was opened just a small crack. It was up to her if she wanted to cross the threshold into his room but it seemed that the invitation was there. After all, they hadn't established any ground rules for the house at all; after that first day Sephiroth had felt it better to just give her the space she needed to settle in and then judge when would be the best time to broach the subject.

"It's probably best if we did talk a little about...things." He commented, as if the partly open door wasn't enough of an invite.

At least he was decent now though, as he walked away into the room towards the dresser. Though still bare-footed, he was now clad in leather up to his waist but not yet any other clothing. Freshly clean, the pinker patches to the outside of his shoulders were clearly visible against the paler pallor to the rest of him, especially compared to the lines that showed where he had been wearing his muscle vest most days. Sephiroth was in the process of towel-drying off his hair, the towel all bunched to one side of his head, before he would attempt to put a comb through it.

Yuffie almost fell forward when he cracked the door open. She honestly hadn't expected him to open the door or to even talk to her. She walked in slowly, her eyes addressing his current state of dress with a steady gaze. It wasn't appropriate but she really didn't care, he was the one who choose to walk around without a shirt on. "Did you get sunburn?" That or it was a tan but it looked more like sunburn to the young ninja.

She walked over to his bed and sat, looking up at him curiously. "So things?" She really didn't know what to talk about more than knowing how long he is usually in the bathroom and when. As she sits she starts picking up things nearby and turning them over in her hand.

As awkward as Yuffie made him feel, there was no reason to be as rude to her as she might feel obligated to be towards him. Though Sephiroth was forever aloof and carried himself on something of an elevated plane over others, the fact was that some situations logically called for civilized discussion.

The short grunt that was issued back at Yuffie's first question said clearly on it's own; 'don't go there' as he continued to dry his hair, working from the top and rubbing the towel between hands in firm circles as he worked down the mass of wet silver - he didn't seem at all phased whether or not walking around topless was appropriate or not; this was his own home as much as Yuffie's!

"Yes," Finally he drew the towel away from the matted, tangled mess that was left behind and turned towards the bed - spreading the towel out over the foot of the same which is where it might get dry for a while before he'd put it through the wash. There weren't a lot of things around Sephiroth's bedside, or really very much in the way of clutter in his room at all, yet he still awarded Yuffie a stern look as she turned his useless cellphone around in her hands. "Things-"

She dropped his phone almost back where she found it once it seemed like he didn't want her to touch anything. Besides she has already touched everything in his room, he just didn't know it. Yuffie crossed her legs and rested her arms on her knees as she watched Sephiroth.

Yuffie didn't mean to be rude or make him feel uncomfortable on purpose, it was just a gift.

"Can I brush your hair? I mean if you do it yourself it take forever, right?" She won't admit that part of her just wants to brush his hair. She tried to phrase it as if it would be a service to him somehow.

It's true the old adage; what he doesn't know can't harm him, because Sephiroth would seriously have to consider putting a lock on his bedroom door if he did catch wind of Yuffie's snooping around while he wasn't home.

He followed her hand with his eyes as she put the phone back down, making sure she didn't immediately pick something else up to fidget at. Short attention span, much. Then again she was obviously a teenage girl. Sephiroth had started to run fingers through the ends of his hair first to untangle the ends a little when Yuffie asked her next question. He froze and half a beat later that frown of his played at the space between his eyebrows.

"No. I'm perfectly capable thank you." Part of him wanted to take the comb from the top of the dresser right then and start combing it out -he knew he couldn't leave it to dry as it was- but figured that'd come across as him trying to prove a point to her and so refrained from doing so. At least for the time being.

"So what things do you want to know about? My morning routine is fairly obvious by now, I would think."

"Honestly, I usually sleep through your morning routine. So... I didn't know." It was one of her many ways to avoid him. Though between the two of them he was pretty neat and easy to live with. He was usually out of the house and she was the one who never cleaned up after herself.

Yuffie sighed and leveled a steady gaze at Sephiroth. She didn't understand why he put up with being here, if he was such a big bad SOLDIER but she didn't have a way to put her thoughts into words. She had always been honest but having to live with someone who she thought of as the enemy was driving her up the wall. She never did feel safe and it was affecting her sleep.

Her eyes looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Maybe a truce?" Though she really didn't know what that meant. Maybe buying more snacks for the house?

She wasn't the only one who's sleep had been effected by having to all of a sudden have Yuffie as a housemate. Sephiroth wasn't a heavy sleeper anyway and always rose early, but he couldn't ever go to bed in the evening without being almost certain that she was already asleep. Spencer had already noticed, and well informed him of the fact that he needed to sleep more, but there was nothing to be done for it.

He wasn't scared of her, not a chance of that, but her presence made him more than a little apprehensive.

He couldn't wait any longer though, and Sephiroth stepped closer to Yuffie, but only to retrieve his comb from the bedside table before stepping back. If they were going to have this talk, they could at least do so while he was combing at his hair. If she thought it took him a long time to wash it, combing it out at intervals so that it dried exactly the way he wanted it to fall was no short task either.

"What sort of a truce?"

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.

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