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          _{In theory she was living quite lavishly, however freedom was something she lacked. She now had a charter she was supposed to follow every rule and every appointment on her schedule. Godo was trying to ease her into the life that would consume her, much like it had consumed him. She was already tired of the maids and the constant tugging on her scalp to make her hair look either this way or that, and she was most tired of speaking and singing in her native tongue. In theory she was living a well cared for and pampered life, a life that many would yearn for, but Kisaragi Yufi was a wandering soul with eyes of the sea. Due to this flighty nature, and burnished skin from years of chasing monsters through the sunlight and mountains, many would think that she was not fully Wutai— however that would be a lie. If there was a doubt of her blood she would not be sitting in the overly extravagant chair, she would not feel the loyalty that she did to this country.}

  _{She was Wutai. It was she, and she would rule for the good of her people. She’d have to get over the bubbly maids and being waited on hand and foot, but those issues were not going to resolve themselves in two years time according to Chekhov and Staniv. Shake had stated some never got used to it, but the grand maid in waiting that was currently yapping about something or other was very considerate. Yuffie perks up from her chair at all the commotion and silver eyes widen at the visitor she’s graced with It’s not a suitor thank Shiva, so she pulls herself to her feet and smiles, teeth biting down on her bottom lip at Vincent’s almost compliment. Normally, he’s one to stop by, but gives her an advance notice, but she doesn’t mind. 
 Yuffie is one to mind her manners and drop her hands in front of her, approaching slowly, sizing up her visitor. He hasn’t changed, sans the cloak. But she knows better, it’s most likely tucked in his bag somewhere. When she meets him at the doorframe she bounces on the balls of her feet forgetting her manners and causing her ladies to giggle haphazardly. The grand maid in waiting is the one to hush the whispers and giggles. But Yuffie doesn’t mind. It gives them something to talk about— something that isn’t about Suda Takeo and his lack of a backbone. “Vince!” She exclaims, her hands moving from her side as she almost jumps, almost pulling him into a hug, but she doesn’t she has to watch her motions— especially around the maids. “Yeah— the long hair— ain’t it stupid?” She pauses for a moment, to tug on the frayed ends.
“It’s good to see you! Hopefully, Miss Tanaka— the groundskeeper didn’t haggle you too much. Of course she most likely thinks you’re here on my father’s orders, but how have you been?” She backs up a bit, turning and welcoming him into her office. Tanaka most likely thought Vincent of Wutai, seeing him as a young man to seek her hand, and obviously to her Vincent was neither of those things. “How have you been, sit down, Chitose will fetch us some tea— or Biyu can get you some coffee if that’s what you need.”
She moved hoping he’d follow, retreating to her extravagant perch. “I mean knowing you, you traveled by foot and didn’t stop.”}

     _{Hiding a smile behind his hair, he extends a gloved hand to finger the ends of her longer hair.  It would grow long and beautiful, he is certain, but he finds himself partial to the shorter cut; it attests to her freedom to go where the wind takes her.  That lack of restraint is what had drawn him to her in the first place, those years ago in AVALANCHE.  Both she and Cid were untameable, and both so real it almost hurt him, with his burning need for revenge.  Everyone had affected him back then, each in his own way, but Cid had understood once they had reached the cave, and Yuffie had been so accepting; everything was in stride: Tifa had a large chest, Cid was a bit older, Vincent had a Limit Break unlike any other.  They had all been facts to her, or at least that is what she put out toward him.
     ’You were always…different, but I guess that’s why you’re still breathing!’
     And yet everything seems a little different every day, does it not?  Breathing is nice, and yet…the oxygen merely sits now.  The collision with Omega had lost him Chaos, and then he had finally understood: each of his guests provided him with a bodily function, and that is how he survived.  With the Harbinger gone, so was his bloodflow…and his warmth.  He vaguely wonders what would happen if he gave himself a paper cut in front of this princess.
     Releasing the lock of hair, he murmurs a reply, "Not…stupid, but…it was nicer before."  His hand slides back into his pocked while his claw curls around the strap of his shoulder bag.  Eyes wander about the room, taking in the finery and the maids, and he internally sighs.  Strangers in closed quarters disagreed with him, especially when he would prefer to hold a private conversation with the young woman.
     He allows her to finish before his lips part in reply.  "Miss…Tanaka, was extremely hospitable…including overlooking my…poor Wutai.  Tea is preferable, and I did not walk all the way."  And here he allots the deep carmine of his eyes to twinkle at her.  "I took the trade liners across the ocean."  Of course…his boarding could not be called legal, but…
     Seating himself [still holding his bag in his lap; he is not quite sure where to put it], he crosses his ankles while maintaining a bit of a slouch. ”…And so here I am.  I thought you might be…no, I shouldn’t say.“  And an eyebrow quirks in a familiar gait of challenge.}

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