Rival Schools

Chapter 1: An Introduction

"Whatever ya lard freak!" - Tifa.

"Oooh…let me go, you creep!" The little girl flailed her arms, trying to free herself from the husky man's arms around her, trying to keep her hostage.

"She's a spunky little brat, isn't she?"

"Yeah…and she's a good candidate for Shin-Ra Academy, according to President Shinra. His son, Rufus Shinra, thinks otherwise."

"Haha! I see…that little brat too huh? These two would make a lovely pairing."

"Shut up you turd monkey! Let me go! Daddy will never approve of this!! Let me go damnit!" She tried to bite the man's hand but he quickly moved his hand away.

"Hm…where's the other smart-mouthed kid? Ain't he supposed to be going to Shin-Ra's rival school?"

"Yeah or so I heard. This girl here ain't gonna be so happy when her playmate leaves."

"When are they to leave anyway?"

"When they're 16 or so. About 7 years."

"Heh heh. Good. I won't have to deal with these pests."

The two men laughed as the first one walked over to the first cell down the hall and threw the little girl in. She dusted herself off and plopped down on the bed, next to the boy already on it. The guards left to work on their night shift.

"When are those idiots gonna stop torturing us anyway?"

"Beats me, Tifa. They got probs and we all know it. Shin-Ra's got a twisted president and he ain't gonna quit."

"Hmph! And I almost had that jerk! Just one bite and its good-bye for his hand."

"Haha! Funny."

"Whatever. You got any extra boxers?" She asked.

"Yup. In the suitcase over there in the corner. Help yourself."

Tifa hopped off the bed and walked over to Reno's suitcase. She appreciated him because he was a captive just like her and their dirty mouths were just enough to make them friends. She picked up a pair of boxers with printings of blue chocobos. She took off her blue cut-off shorts and replaced them with Reno's boxers. They both didn't mind changing in front of one another as long as they didn't fully undress themselves. Besides, who were they to know that it was "embarrassing" to undress in front of each other? They were kids.

* * *7 years later * * *

"Hey look Reno! The sun's rising!"

"Oh yay." He stated dully.

"C'mon! It's so pretty!"

"I see it every day! Let me sleep!" he whined.

"You don't get much fun do ya?"

He squinted as the sun's rays reached his shut eyes. He grinned and broke into laughter as he spotted Tifa in his boxers. He didn't know why he didn't laugh at it last night. She just seemed to borrow it whenever she got the chance and now he just kind of found it amusing.

With one swing of her hand, she gave Reno a good punch to the stomach. He gasped and tried to gulp in air but she had given him a good left hook.

"You bastard."

"Bitch!" He stood up and rammed her into the wall.

"Ow!!! Damn you Reno! If only you were in another room! Then I wouldn't haveta look at your hideous face ever!"

"You won't think it hideous once I give you this!" He leaned forward and ground his lips to hers. Her eyes widened in surprise and slowly narrowed as her hands clenched into tightened fists. Within seconds, her fist connected to his jaw and he landed against the opposite wall.

"You geek! Never try that stunt again."

He grumbled. So much for that…

* * * * * *

"I have to go to this wretched school?!"

"Yes, brat. Now go."

"One question. Is my bro comin' here too?"

"Depends, kid. What's his name?"

"Zack." Tifa replied.

"Oh yes…hm…well actually, you're in luck. He is going to this school but your pal isn't."

"Thank god!"

The heavy man in front of her smirked. "Well have fun. Now get outta my car!"

"Whatever ya lard freak!"

"Hey!"

Soon, the man with the car drove off and Tifa was left standing there in her school uniform and schoolbag. Students who were passing by gave her some kind of unfathomable stare. She went up to the nearest guy and tapped him on the shoulder, which made him turn around to face the her.

"Yeah?"

"Where's room 203?"

"Ah, homeroom?"

"Exactly." Geez…are these students stupid or what?

"Well, it's on the third floor. Say, what's your name kid?"

"Don't you dare call me 'kid' ever again!" she yelled as she tried to punch him across the face, but without much success since he stopped it with his hand.

"Ugh, fine! I'm Tifa."

"Tifa? Good grief, how much you've grown!"

"You're startin' to scare me, boy. You act like my grandma whom I've never met."

He laughed. "I'm Zack."

Her lips curved upwards and she gave him a big hug.

"Zack, baby? Who's this?"

"Haha. This is my sister, Tifa."

"Oh! Well then, how do you do Tifa?" Zack's girlfriend inquired.

"Er…I'm fine, thanks." She leaned in close to Zack and whispered, "You have pretty bad taste in girls."

"Shut up!" he whispered in return.

To Zack's girlfriend, his sister would be an adversary. Long, silky brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, garnet eyes that rivaled her own, an athletic and perfect figure, and a nice smile. A simple girl in a school uniform, only wearing fingerless gloves, which made her different from the rest, made her quite attractive. But she wasn't the only one whom she knew of. There was also another girl but from another school. She used to be the object of Zack's affection. She went by the name Aery but was better known as Aerith.

"Scarlet, I'll meet you after school okay?"

"Alright baby." Then she left.

"I'm gonna gag if she says that again."

Zack grinned. "C'mon sis. You gotta tell me what happened to your buddy."

Tifa groaned as she was led into the school building.

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Author's Notes: Okay…it sucked. I wanted to try something new…again…wait wait…who am I to talk? I do everything differently! ^^;; Excuse me! Anyway, how'd ya think of it? Please R & R. Oh right! To those of you who've read My Angel…err…that's canceled. It didn't get too many hits, which doesn't faze me in the least, so I'm quitting it. There's no point in a story if it doesn't get too many hits because no one reads it…or maybe they're just too mean to review that's why. Hahaha…just kidding! And the next chapter of Cherry Hill High is coming soon if I'm not too lazy to continue it again. And about all my other stories….eheh….I'll get back to you on that one….plus, I only accept constructive criticism, okay? Good! Bye bye now…I'm tired of writing…-_-;;