Boss Time

Yuffie slipped through a doorway into a large, empty room in the shape of an octagon. It looked like a testing room of some sort, with thick metal walls. There was a red suit of power armor on the wall.

"That thing can't be operational ... can it?" she asked, cursing herself for even vocalizing the possibility.

"We better hope not, Boss," Sonon said. But both of them could hear the clicking sounds of heels descending the metallic staircase. That bitch.

"At long last, Wutai's finest deign to join us. That handsome stud and your ... squire perhaps?"

"I'm a woman damnit!" Yuffie said, stamping her foot. "Quit acting all superior. We know you're afraid of us!"

"Maybe I am," Scarlet tittered. "But won't you at least give me a chance?" And with that, she hopped into the battle armor. "Allow me to present, the latest innovation in Shinra's battle armor. Designed by yours truly. This will be a memory to cherish for the rest of your lives. All thirty seconds of them!"

The battle armor leapt onto the floor of the room. It was twenty feet tall, and where hands would normally be placed, it instead wielded razor sharp blades. It swiped viciously at Yuffie.

"Boss!" Sonon cried. "Stay out of its reach!"

"No shit, genius!" Yuffie yelled back, ducking out of the way as the claws nearly clipped her again. She sprinted to the side of the facility. "Stay behind her, Sonon! She's not mobile in that suit!"

If there was one saving grace to this battle, it was that Scarlet was focused on Yuffie entirely. She ignored the more muscular counterpart for the entire struggle, and if Yuffie was anything, it was agile. But still, after twenty minutes Yuffie was bleeding from a pair of flesh wounds, and they'd made no dent in the armor.

"Do something!" Yuffie cried. "Anything!"

"On it boss!" Sonon said without confidence, as he leapt up, grabbing the bottom of the ladder. He swung wildly, avoiding a stray missile as he clambered up the stairwell. Yuffie couldn't focus on what he was doing, every muscle aching as she strained to avoid the painful finality of a single contact by the armor. Then she heard it, cool and computerized.

"Ramuh summons initiated."

"The fuck?" Scarlet screamed petulantly. "Belay that order!" But the power waned out of the room, as an elderly scion from a past world appeared. The room shook from the worlds of his voice.

"Judgment Bolt!"

The air sparkled with purple sparks as the lightning emanated from the scion's fingers, targeting the armor. Yuffie fled towards the ladder, barely grasping it with her fingers as the floor rippled with current, as blast after blast hit Scarlet's armor. It began to smoke as the scion disappeared, and the cockpit opened.

"Useless hunk of junk. I need more protection against electrical attacks. Time for an overhaul," Scarlet said, scowling as she looked at the armor. She fell to the ground from a simple leg sweep from Yuffie.

"My my my, how the tables have turned!" Yuffie growled. To her frustration, Scarlet laughed.

"Proud of yourself, little savage?" She asked, still acting victorious as she pulled out a needle from her thigh stocking. She leapt onto Sonon, injecting something ... into his neck. It was a bright blue color, almost neon. Yuffie bounded after her, throwing her off Sonon with a hip toss, and to her surprise the Shinra executive surrendered.

"What did you do to him, bitch?" Yuffie cried out.

"Is this what you do in Wutai? Howl until you get what you want? He'll be just fine, boy. But let me answer your bigger question. You are correct that we're in the process of crafting an exquisite new materia. However, it is far from complete. Regrettable, but other things take a higher priority."

"What other things?"

"Well ..." she practically purred at the sadistic potential, "Just between you and I, my colleagues and I are going to drop Plate Number 7 on the slums. And then we're going to blame it on Avalanche and Wutai."

Sonon started to moan. Yuffie swiveled around.

"Oh my," Scarlet said. "I think your friend might be feeling ... unwell." Yuffie sprinted over to Sonon. He wasn't feeling well, it was true. But ... it was odd. His skin was becoming smoother, his body hair disappearing.

"So ... fucking ... horny," Sonon said.

"What did you do to him, bitch?" Yuffie said, looking back. But Scarlet had disappeared.

"Come along, Sonon," her sultry voice piped in over the loudspeaker. "Actually, scratch that ... your name is too... foreign for my liking. You're more of a Max, I think. Now be a good himbo."

Yuffie looked back at Sonon. He was himbo now, his eyes dilated, as if he were in a trance, his body perfect, too fucking perfect ... but his personality was becoming more shallow by the second, his expression turning from discerning to confused.

"I can't go with you, Yuffie ... go on. You gotta keep going ... for Wutai. Mistress ..." he said, as his tether to reality was replaced by a need to please Scarlet. "I'm coming, Mistress." He staggered to the elevator, where Scarlet waited, triumphant. Yuffie couldn't move a muscle.

"Tata for now, bitch. Now, Max ... Mistress needs her pussy eaten. Get out of here, boy, before the fireworks start," Scarlet taunted as the doors shut.

***

Yuffie ran out of the front doors to Shinra Tower at full speed. "I'm not a fucking boy," she cried out, that insult stinging the most, for some reason. She pushed past a group of people. "Sonon ... you asshole!"

And then the apocalypse happened. The dropping of the plate wasn't just some subterfuge by Scarlet, Yuffie saw with horror as an entire eighth of the city melted before her eyes, disappearing a thousand plus feet below in a chaotic blend of steel and fire to crush the slums beneath it.

"This is so wrong. Everything is so fucked." And she screamed ... a **** scream that dissolved into nothingness in the destruction surrounding her.