Disclaimer: I do not own any of these Final Fantasy VII characters, and such and such. This disclaimer goes for all the rest of the chapters following this one also.
Quick note: I actually came back and revised! Well, I knew I was going to, I wasn't really satisfied with the quality of it. I was tired when I started, so I HAD to come back and make it better. Still the same story, though...no worries, I just made it sound better...
He Tells All
by : Bishojo Beauty
Chapter 1
It was nearly all dark outside, and time for the street lights to work their magic, as the sun set down past the houses and shops of Nibelheim. A brunette occupied a table for two against the windows of a Nibeliheim café, which was known to the people as Ellie's. It was a rather large and busy café, well, more like large and busy for a small town like Nibelheim.
The owner, Ellie, seemed rather nice and mingled well with her guests providing friendly service, making the guests feel right at home. The café had somewhat of a homey feel, with the tables lit by candle, and large lush chairs and quiet chattering. She was all new to this, the brunette, who nursed a cup of hot tea, while looking out onto the old Nibelheim Mansion through the large window. She watched with scrutinizing eyes as the wind played an eerie effect of casting haunting shadows onto the mansion walls. Her breath blew into the cup's contents causing steam to curl lazily into the air and evaporate. The cups contents now cooler, she took a sip of the liquid, closing her eyes as the soothing liquid made it's way down her throat. The tea doing wonders to warm her chilled body from the Nibelheim weather. She was unused to this type of chilly weather, and her clothing showed it undoubtedly. She wore a thin white, long sleeved shirt, and a short dark coloured skirt. She expected chilly weather, but not so chilly.
She unconsciously tucked a strand of invisible hair behind her ear as a man of perhaps his 60s, perhaps even 70s, made his way around the table towards the vacant seat across from her.
"May I sit here?" The man asked, his voice scratchy and strained from old age. The brunette nodded without any hesitance, giving the elderly man a warm smile before resuming her thoughtful past time, studying the Nibelheim Mansion.
"There are no more seats in here and I am in desperate need of something to warm me up!" the man joked rubbing his hands together and smiling gently after a fit of cackles. The smile was returned without any thought.
"My name is Chester. May I ask yours?" The old man obviously was quite the talkative one. His eyes held a naturally curious glint in them. The brunette quickly shifted her attention back to the man across from her. Smiling, she introduced herself also, "My name is Tifa Lockheart." The man nodded in acknowledgment and he too then turned his head back to look at the Nibelheim Mansion.
"...of AVALANCHE," Chester finished for her, turning back to Tifa and regarding her with a pair of wary cold eyes.
"Yes."
"So you know him?"
"...Who?"
"Him," the man turned away from the window and nodded to someone from behind Tifa. Tifa turned her head over her right shoulder towards the walkway that extended towards the entrance of the café and was greeted by a very familiar sight dressed in shadows.
A very short chapter indeed....That's why I uploaded two! Well, I'd really like some feedback about how my fic is progressing so far. I'd love to hear what you guys think about it. Especially if you have something to say about improving it. Thank you for reading if you've read down this far....