[fic] 30_nights: Movie Night
Prompt: 28 - I feel safe with you by my side
Title: Movie Night
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Rufus Shinra + Tifa Lockhart
Rating: PG
Summary: Wherein a movie proves that even the strongest female still has irrational fears.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all of its characters belong to Square-Enix.
Movie Night
The silence that filled the dimly-lit second floor of the manor was not comforting at all. It was damp. It was dusty. It was cold. Tension hung thick in the air and so was fear, apprehension and dread. The group waited with bated breath inside a large room, doors and windows locked for security, listening intently for any sound, any creak or squeak or murmur. There was a wave of hushed whispers and panicked undertones but all were quickly muffled by a sharp wave of a hand from one of the members. Once more, there was nothing but complete and utter silence. Creepy, sinister silence.
Then...
Footsteps started to echo in the hallway outside the room, heavy and loud. More frightened whimpers from the female members of the group and the fear in the air climbed up another notch. The wooden floor creaked eerily, the sound getting seemingly deafening with every passing second, every thud of the shoe on the floor. There was a long, nerve-racking pause, a loud jangle of what sounded like keys and the door’s lock clicked before...
A shrill shriek that clearly did not come from the lead female in the movie startled Rufus Shinra out of his wits.
“And just when I thought it would get more exciting,” he muttered dryly then turned to the source of the shriek who was currently curled up on the leather couch beside him, holding a comforter to her chin. “Let me remind you that it was you who had suggested watching this film.”
“I was suggesting it while the sun was still up!”
He rolled his eyes at the pathetic retort, unsure if he should be amused or exasperated at either the cheesy, clichéd horror film or at Tifa Lockhart, the girl who raised Masamune to try and kill Sephiroth, getting terrified over said cheesy, clichéd horror film. Whatever her reason was, he was not buying it.
“Daylight present or not, it is not that scary,” he told her flatly.
Actually, he even found it stupid. And very predictable, having a pattern of running, hiding, screaming and killing. While it terrified the hell out of his companion and amused him a bit by terrifying the hell out of his companion, it simply pissed him off with all that pointless scream-a-thon. Sure it was disgusting-with limbs being ripped apart, heads flying off the necks and blood and guts splattering on practically every surface-but scary wouldn’t be one of the adjectives he would use to describe it appropriately. It wasn’t too different from other horror films either: a group of people trapped in a manor in the middle of a forest with a murdering maniac.
However, Tifa seemed to keep missing those vital points. Not to mention, keep ducking under the blanket as if it would protect her from all evil.
Rufus sighed yet again, the reason for her fear still escaping his logic. “Since you’re getting scared already, why don’t we stop watching and-”
“No, Rufus! Just no!”
Yes, and this came out muffled from supposedly the strongest female in Gaia. With the umpteenth sigh in those faithful five minutes, he gently tugged the comforter down, earning another shriek. “If ‘no’, then you’re supposed to watch it with me.”
But a minute hadn’t even gone by when Tifa hid behind her protective cover once more. Rufus rolled his eyes yet again just as another member of the cast got slit open, chin to navel. Goodie. One more scene like that and he was seriously going to hurl his breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just as he was about to stand and get a glass of water, there was a gentle but firm tug on his sleeve and he found the raven-haired fighter smiling weakly at him. For all her strength, physically, emotionally and mentally, he couldn’t imagine how a trivial horror movie could affect her so intensely. He could never understand the woman’s emotions. One moment, she’d be throwing retorts and insults at his direction, never backing down. The next moment, she’d be cowering under a blanket, pressed against him like a cat.
Tifa didn’t realize it at the moment but, to Rufus, she was terribly a sight to see, with her sanguine eyes wide in apprehension under those dark bangs, a seemingly innocent glint in them, while snuggled beside him, under that ridiculous comforter she had dragged down from his bed. And if he had a camera at hand, he would’ve taken a picture of her, thoroughly amused.
To see Tifa Lockhart so vulnerable, so different from her usual defiant self, made him lean back in his seat.
But his amusement was slowly fading with the movie scenes repeating its pattern of running, hiding, screaming and killing and the coming of a tingly sensation on his arm. Tifa was gripping his arm now. Hard.
“Tifa, I would appreciate it if you did not rip my arm off my shoulder,” he told her nonchalantly, casting a deadly glare with those ice blue eyes of his towards her direction. “I will need a hand tomorrow to sign Reeve’s proposal on the upcoming corporation ball.”
“But you’re going to leave!” The female, however, released his arm albeit the whiny undertone in her voice. “You said that we’re supposed to watch this film together.”
Rufus shot her another flat glare. “I was just going to get something to drink. And from my point of view, I’m the only one watching it as you are busy hiding behind my blanket.”
“I am watching it!” she cried, folding her arms across her chest as a sign of defiance. “I just… can’t stand seeing blood and gore and all”
And this came from the woman who didn’t hesitate to blow Sector 7 up. Of course, saying that remark would cost him his life, knowing Tifa’s guilt and regret over the incident. “And I don’t suppose you are going to sleep in your room tonight.”
“I am!” she replied, a slight pout on her face, but quickly faltered, smiling sheepishly. “I just can’t guarantee you that I’ll stay there the entire night.”
That was enough for him to grab the remote control, stop the player and turn off the television. He then wordlessly took his comforter, much to Lockhart’s shock and dismay, and strode towards the flight of stairs leading to his loft. The rapid footsteps behind him told him that Tifa was on her feet, hot on his heels.
“I was just kidding, silly! Don’t take me too seriously!”
Title: Movie Night
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Rufus Shinra + Tifa Lockhart
Rating: PG
Summary: Wherein a movie proves that even the strongest female still has irrational fears.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all of its characters belong to Square-Enix.
Movie Night
The silence that filled the dimly-lit second floor of the manor was not comforting at all. It was damp. It was dusty. It was cold. Tension hung thick in the air and so was fear, apprehension and dread. The group waited with bated breath inside a large room, doors and windows locked for security, listening intently for any sound, any creak or squeak or murmur. There was a wave of hushed whispers and panicked undertones but all were quickly muffled by a sharp wave of a hand from one of the members. Once more, there was nothing but complete and utter silence. Creepy, sinister silence.
Then...
Footsteps started to echo in the hallway outside the room, heavy and loud. More frightened whimpers from the female members of the group and the fear in the air climbed up another notch. The wooden floor creaked eerily, the sound getting seemingly deafening with every passing second, every thud of the shoe on the floor. There was a long, nerve-racking pause, a loud jangle of what sounded like keys and the door’s lock clicked before...
A shrill shriek that clearly did not come from the lead female in the movie startled Rufus Shinra out of his wits.
“And just when I thought it would get more exciting,” he muttered dryly then turned to the source of the shriek who was currently curled up on the leather couch beside him, holding a comforter to her chin. “Let me remind you that it was you who had suggested watching this film.”
“I was suggesting it while the sun was still up!”
He rolled his eyes at the pathetic retort, unsure if he should be amused or exasperated at either the cheesy, clichéd horror film or at Tifa Lockhart, the girl who raised Masamune to try and kill Sephiroth, getting terrified over said cheesy, clichéd horror film. Whatever her reason was, he was not buying it.
“Daylight present or not, it is not that scary,” he told her flatly.
Actually, he even found it stupid. And very predictable, having a pattern of running, hiding, screaming and killing. While it terrified the hell out of his companion and amused him a bit by terrifying the hell out of his companion, it simply pissed him off with all that pointless scream-a-thon. Sure it was disgusting-with limbs being ripped apart, heads flying off the necks and blood and guts splattering on practically every surface-but scary wouldn’t be one of the adjectives he would use to describe it appropriately. It wasn’t too different from other horror films either: a group of people trapped in a manor in the middle of a forest with a murdering maniac.
However, Tifa seemed to keep missing those vital points. Not to mention, keep ducking under the blanket as if it would protect her from all evil.
Rufus sighed yet again, the reason for her fear still escaping his logic. “Since you’re getting scared already, why don’t we stop watching and-”
“No, Rufus! Just no!”
Yes, and this came out muffled from supposedly the strongest female in Gaia. With the umpteenth sigh in those faithful five minutes, he gently tugged the comforter down, earning another shriek. “If ‘no’, then you’re supposed to watch it with me.”
But a minute hadn’t even gone by when Tifa hid behind her protective cover once more. Rufus rolled his eyes yet again just as another member of the cast got slit open, chin to navel. Goodie. One more scene like that and he was seriously going to hurl his breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just as he was about to stand and get a glass of water, there was a gentle but firm tug on his sleeve and he found the raven-haired fighter smiling weakly at him. For all her strength, physically, emotionally and mentally, he couldn’t imagine how a trivial horror movie could affect her so intensely. He could never understand the woman’s emotions. One moment, she’d be throwing retorts and insults at his direction, never backing down. The next moment, she’d be cowering under a blanket, pressed against him like a cat.
Tifa didn’t realize it at the moment but, to Rufus, she was terribly a sight to see, with her sanguine eyes wide in apprehension under those dark bangs, a seemingly innocent glint in them, while snuggled beside him, under that ridiculous comforter she had dragged down from his bed. And if he had a camera at hand, he would’ve taken a picture of her, thoroughly amused.
To see Tifa Lockhart so vulnerable, so different from her usual defiant self, made him lean back in his seat.
But his amusement was slowly fading with the movie scenes repeating its pattern of running, hiding, screaming and killing and the coming of a tingly sensation on his arm. Tifa was gripping his arm now. Hard.
“Tifa, I would appreciate it if you did not rip my arm off my shoulder,” he told her nonchalantly, casting a deadly glare with those ice blue eyes of his towards her direction. “I will need a hand tomorrow to sign Reeve’s proposal on the upcoming corporation ball.”
“But you’re going to leave!” The female, however, released his arm albeit the whiny undertone in her voice. “You said that we’re supposed to watch this film together.”
Rufus shot her another flat glare. “I was just going to get something to drink. And from my point of view, I’m the only one watching it as you are busy hiding behind my blanket.”
“I am watching it!” she cried, folding her arms across her chest as a sign of defiance. “I just… can’t stand seeing blood and gore and all”
And this came from the woman who didn’t hesitate to blow Sector 7 up. Of course, saying that remark would cost him his life, knowing Tifa’s guilt and regret over the incident. “And I don’t suppose you are going to sleep in your room tonight.”
“I am!” she replied, a slight pout on her face, but quickly faltered, smiling sheepishly. “I just can’t guarantee you that I’ll stay there the entire night.”
That was enough for him to grab the remote control, stop the player and turn off the television. He then wordlessly took his comforter, much to Lockhart’s shock and dismay, and strode towards the flight of stairs leading to his loft. The rapid footsteps behind him told him that Tifa was on her feet, hot on his heels.
“I was just kidding, silly! Don’t take me too seriously!”