365 Hours with Rufus Shinra (FFVII: Rufus x OC)

ch11. can you, please, stop asking me about my f*cking past?

THE MORNING LIGHT penetrated her eyelids, entering from the window. She knew she was alone when she opened her eyes and glanced over to the blank space beside her on the bed. Of course, he was missing. Of course, he had work to do and so did she.

She got up, had breakfast and returned back to their suite to open her laptop and start working. There was lots of paperwork to be taken care of and she could only hope to be done sometime soon. Oh, who am I kidding? She knew exactly why she was diving into her work so deep and so fast. She needed to keep her thoughts at bay and working always helped with that.

They hadn't talked about yesterday. He had returned late at night. They had dinner in their room and went straight to bed. He was tired and she didn't bother him. She knew first-hand how tiresome running a company could be. She knew the President was doing nothing but sit on his desk and smoke his expensive cigar whilst his son was all around to attend meetings and sign deals that he should be doing himself.

Nonetheless, she too didn't think much about it. She just worked, and worked, and worked. She knew now why she had been working so tirelessly all these years and she was happy doing so. It just kept her mind off things. Things, that were either painful memories, or just things that she didn't want to think about like this one. Him and her.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally finished. She sipped down her fifth coffee? She never really kept count. She only wished she was in her company's tower with the rest of her employees. She had missed bossing people around. Maybe a few years back, she hated entering the reception of her tower and having people interrupting their chatter with each other and just rushing to do their tasks because the boss was there. But she could use just that right now.

She took another last sip from her coffee and she noticed something wasn't right. Something reflected on her glasses. The figure of a man approaching from behind. A gun in his hand and he did look like that handsome Night Manager she had met yesterday. She frowned. Well, what a pity. She would have to drown him after all.

He shot, but she rolled off her chair and out of the way. She kicked his hand, making him drop the gun. She side-kicked him harshly on his stomach knocking a gasp out of him. He tried to punch her, but she caught his hand and punched him in the face instead.

"Ow!" She shook her hand as the pain spread on her knuckles. She hadn't punched somebody in so long. But she ignored it. He drew out a knife and she jumped back before he could slice her belly. She made another step back. Her hands reached for her chair. She threw it at him but he dodged it, but the chair did give her enough time to sneak close to him. Her hand found his neck. A rough jab on the carotid artery had him falling to his knees.

29, 28, 27...

He gasped for breath as he let go of the knife. His back landed against the wall as he collapsed on the floor and his hands reached for his neck. He couldn't breathe. His whole body shook like a fish and she got off her stance when she realised, she wasn't alone. She looked by the entrance of the room only to see Rufus standing dumbfounded. A gun was tight in his hand as he stared at her with wide eyes, surprised. He was about to fire until he realised that she didn't really need his help. He could have never guessed she could fight like that.

"What are you doing with that gun? Put it away," Hannah said before she turned at the dying man and she knelt beside him.

Rufus took a look at his gun before he shook his head and settled it back in its case beneath his jacket. Once again, he was reminded that he didn't know much about her after all. Hannah knew she didn't have much time as she knelt beside the man, who was still gasping for air. There was no use. She had blocked all blood flow to his brain.