"Rebellious Love"

Chapter 1: "The Chase"

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the Final Fantasy characters.

Pairing: Kadaj-Tifa

Note: Excuse me for my not so great English! Mistakes are for humans!

Thursday 05/04/2045. The huge clock over the entrance of the House of Parliament struck twelve. All streets were quiet. Suddenly, a huge motorbike passed like a flash of lightning in front of the building. Chasing it were ten police cars.

An angry face was watching, from the highest window of the Parliament. The face belonged to Kadaj. He felt the situation slipping out of his hands. He clenched his fists and started walking up and down the room. Only two years had passed since he had conquered the world and had declared himself dictator. However, some people were already trying to get their freedom back. A "terrorist" had appeared from no where. He called himself "Number One". He had already killed many of Kadaj's spies, including one of his best friends, Loz.

The phone rang.

"What is it?" asked Kadaj nervously, picking up the receiver.

"Mr. President, we found the terrorist's house."

An evil smile lightened up Kadaj's face.

"Good… Bring my limo. I want to catch him myself…"

Tifa was in the kitchen, washing glasses. The bar was empty. Kadaj's new law said that no one was allowed outside after 10 o'clock.

"Kadaj,Kadaj… Damn Kadaj! I can't live like this any longer!" thought Tifa.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. She smiled.

"Is Cloud home already?"

She almost ran to the door. As she got closer though, she realized that there were many people coming that way. "Uh-oh." She thought.

Before she could run, the door opened. In the opening stood a man, of medium height. He had silver hair and wore a black cloak. It was Kadaj. Two soldiers stood next to him.

"Where is he?" he demanded to know.

His cold voice sent shivers down Tifa's back. However, she managed to remain calm.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"Yes I am. And I think that you have the information I need. Arrest her!"

The two soldiers charged towards Tifa. In two minutes she had knocked them down. Kadaj was furious. He grabbed her from the shirt and stopped her from moving. His face came close to hers. His eyes were like ponds filled with dark, ferocious water. They cut into her soul like blades. She struggled in his grip.

"You will come with me, either you like it or not." His voice was deep now and it hid rage, but a weird sadness as well.

Two hours later, Tifa was sitting in an investigation room. She was chained to the chair. The walls were grey and wet. The only furniture in the room was the chair she was sitting on, a table and a lamp. Kadaj was standing on the opposite side of the table.

"So, tell me now Tifa… Where is Number one?"

Tifa remained silent.

"Where is he damn it?" Kadaj yelled in Tifa's face.

"I don't know. But even if I knew I wouldn't tell you" she replied calmly.

"If you don't tell me I'll kill you! And your death will be more than painful!" Kadaj was losing his patience.

"Kill me…if you can…"

"Ha! Do you think that because I know you so many years I can't kill you? I can kill you with my own hands if I want!"

"Can you?"

Annoyed by her words, Kadaj turned his back to her. Suddenly, an old memory came to his mind. He was with Tifa, in his old house's garden and they were chasing each other. He caught her and they fell to the ground, laughing.

"We will be friends forever!"

"I'll never leave you!"

"What am I thinking? I can't kill her!" thought Kadaj.

"Of course you can you idiot!" another voice sounded in Kadaj's head.

"You have to get to the source! You can do it! You are a cold-blooded killer!"

"I am a cold-blooded killer…" Kadaj murmured to himself.

He looked at Tifa for one moment and then walked quickly to the door and disappeared behind it.

Five minutes later, Tifa was lying in a dungeon. The floor was cold, dirty and wet. There was no furniture. But she didn't care. She might have managed to stay calm in the investigation room, but she couldn't hold herself any longer. She burst into tears. Only one question tortured her mind. Why? Why did Kadaj have to become like this? Why did things have to be the way they were? The Kadaj she saw tonight was not the one she knew since she was a little child. It was like she saw a totally different man. With these thoughts in her head, she fell asleep.

Around 3 o'clock in the morning, a small figure slipped into Tifa's dungeon. He knelt next to her on the floor and watched her sleep. With hesitation, he stroke her hair gently. Then, he stood up quickly and left, as quietly as he came.