A/N: The Muses love me again!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my super cool new hair.

The store wasn't in the best part of town. It was situated on the outskirts of both Old Midgar and Edge, in a small area with a Burrito Gong nearby. You know, because picking through second hand items was hungry work and required a run to the border after the pilfering was complete.

Right.

Rude stepped out of the truck he'd borrowed from the ShinRa garage. First of all, there was no way in all the circles of hell that he was taking his Bentley into an area like this. Secondly, his vehicle wasn't large enough for what he planned to purchase from this establishment.

That is, if it was still here.

He wasn't a Turk today and, as such, had forgone the uniform in favor of dark blue jeans and a tight, white T-shirt. Today, he was simply a consumer in search of a particular item to purchase: a vintage recliner whose departure from his ownership was due to a red-streaked demon. And even though he loved the red-streaked demon in question, the recliner held a sentimental value that could not be measured in gil or aesthetic value (this recliner was ugly!); and because of this, he would deny his girlfriend's wishes to keep the recliner out of their posh shared apartment and would get back that which was rightfully his.

That is, if it was still here.

With a deep breath, the bald man stepped through the doors of Best Intentions and scanned the interior with a trained eye. A fairly attractive, yet horribly over-siliconed woman popped her gum at him with a smile before saunteering over and blocking his path into the store. "Can I help you?" she asked before blowing a bubble.

"Furniture," was the one word answer of the sunglasses bedecked man.

The woman pointed to the far right corner of the store and Rude's path was set. Maneuvering through the racks of clothing, the shelves of appliances, he entered into the world of second, and in some cases, third hand furniture. A dining room table, a love seat and a futon seemed to be the only furniture in the area. Determination set in, for Rude knew that he was the only one that could ever love that recliner unconditionally. He travelled every square foot of the store in search of his recliner, defeat only beginning to set in on his third trip around the facility. Deep in thought, his sense of smell was assaulted with cheap body spray and bubble mint gum.

Pop.

"Find what you're looking for?" came a feminine voice made rough from years of smoking.

"No."

Again, his path was set. He saw an 'Employees Only' sign and went through the door, determination to find that which was wrongly taken from him overpowering the mediocre warning sign. His defiance against store policy paid off as he entered into another world of non-tagged items. And there, sitting in the midst of broken blenders and stained mattresses, was the object he had been questing after for the better part of two hours.

It looked just as it had in his apartment. The once taupe upholstery darkened to brown from years of (mis)use. The tear in the back from where Reno had practiced his non-existent knife throwing skills. The place where a lever had once been to transform the upright sitting instrument into a laid back gift from the sitting gods, still broken, still perfect. Rude sat in the chair, smiling slightly at the familiar feeling of being enveloped in that which was molded to him perfectly. Nothing had ever fit him so well. Nothing could ruin this 'reunion' of two souls brought back together again.

Pop.

"Uh, ya can't be back here," the woman told him.

"How much for the chair?"

She looked at the piece of furniture and shook her head. "Not for sale," she answered. "Someone dropped it off and it's broke. It's trash."

Rude stood up and lifted the chair. "I'll take it," he said, walking out of the back room and through the store to the exit. Loading his recliner into the truck, he climbed in and headed back to the apartment, a satisfied smirk in place.

Kandi scanned her eyes and stepped into the apartment, grocery bag on her hip. "Guys!" she called. "I'm home."

She looked into her apartment and noticed that something was...off. Set off to the left side of her big screen TV, clashing horribly with her black leather furniture, was a gods-awful monstrosity of chair-flesh; frayed edges, tears, the works. The bag of groceries dropped to the floor as the chair turned and her bald lover looked at her over the tops of his sunglasses, elbows resting on the armrests and fingers steepled together.

"Hello Kandi."

"Where--how--why?!" she asked shoving her fingers through her hair. "I would have bet money they'd had sold this thing by now!"

"Nope."

Hands found hips as Kandi shot a death glare at him. "Why do you even like that thing?" she asked in exasperation. "It doesn't go with anything you had before, it definitely doesn't go with anything now and the thing doesn't even recline."

Rude took out his lock pick set and shoved one of the tools into the place where the lever had once been. Seconds later, his feet were elevated and he was reclining comfortably. "You were saying?" he asked smugly.

"Oh!" she grumbled, stooping to pick up her bag of groceries. "This isn't over, Bald Eagle. Not by a long shot."

Rude's smirk never faded as he turned his recliner back to face the TV. Feet propped up, torso reclined back at the perfect angle, hands resting on his stomach, eyes closed in contentment. Now, he was home. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Pop.

One brown eye opened to see a pair of violet staring at him. Andria blew a bubble and shook her head. "You do realize what you started, don't you?" she asked, crawling up into the recliner and sitting in his lap.

Rude's lips twitched slightly as he patted Andria's leg, holding the girl close. He had been wrong before. Now...he was home.

A/N: Should I do another one? Could be fun. Reviews are loved.