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The Holiday Of Tifa Lockhart..

Part I: Tifa Lockhart and the Dartboard of Destiny...

Tifa decided she needed a vacation, desperately.

The decision came after the brunet had realised that she had pretty much spent the past three or so many years tending to miserable customers, running herself ragged helping to rebuild what was left of their world, and trying to settle into a new, mundane life that didn't involve the exciting prospect of travelling to exotic places, or the same thrill of trying to save the world.

Oh, and having to put up with Cloud.

Not to say that Tifa didn't like Cloud, no, she loved him. Just... Not in the way she had always thought she would. After Meteor and things had settled down, when he had come to stay with her at the bar, when it had just been them and nothing else to interfere...

'it' just didn't happen.

Surprisingly enough, Tifa found herself caring very little about the 'thing' entirely, nor was she too bitter about it. It was just one of those things. However, they were still friends, and that was fine, super, dandy even.

But...

As much as the young woman loved Cloud for all his faults, and loved the fact he still came to visit her as often as he could- although she felt it was more out of guilt at times then anything else- there was only so much of him Tifa could take. Their conversations were always pretty much the same, and pretty much followed the same pattern every single time. Pleasant greetings, followed by simple tales of life on the road, which was nice the first few times... but now it was just plain bland, nothing ever new or exciting, just the same old, same old.

Seriously, if I have to listen to one more boring anecdote about some boring delivery to the arm pit of nowhere... well let's just say it won't be pretty!

The worse thing was that Cloud's impromptu visits were about the only thing she looked forward to since they had defeated Sephiroth. It broke up the monotony that was now her oh-so normal life. And, truth be told, the martial artist found herself increasingly jealous of EX-sort of –SOLDIER. The fact he got to keep on travelling, getting into adventures no matter how dull they were, whereas all Tifa got in the way of stimulation was the occasional fight she had to break up, and even that was not as fun as it used to be. Considering the last time she had to intervene, all it took was one well placed hit and it was over. Worse still, from that moment on, everyone knew the Hostess was not someone to mess with, and therefore took their disagreements outside.

In short, Tifa Lockhart was just plain bored.

This is not living, this is... well I don't know! But, I know this isn't living!

So, she decided enough was enough, something had to be done! She really needed to live a little. Do something so wonderfully random, so completely spontanious it couldn't be anything other than the sheer opposite of boring. Possibly reckless and stupid, but then that was the point. And In a moment of methodical madness, she took her well worn map of the world, attached it to her bar's dartboard, chose her favourite dart- the one that had a little picture of a heart on its feathers- closed her eyes and.... threw. Opening her eyes and seeing where it had landed, Tifa couldn't help but feel a huge childish grin plaster itself all over her face. The brunet had her destination.

TBC

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