Of Turks and Angels
"Where could they be?" The tall and fair woman paced around her room, glancing at her golden clock every now and then. More minutes passed and she sat down on the bed, lying down. She sighed at their tardiness but it was usually for a good reason, but today was not a good day to be late. It was an important meeting.
Before she could sigh again the door to her room began to open to reveal two young men and a young woman. They looked like they were tired from a day's play but their black suits had made their appearance more…mature. The girl, it seemed, was finished giggling and was trying to hold back laughter while the boy with the black, spiky hair was nudging her with his elbow trying to get her to stop. The one who didn't really care at all was the fiery redhead most commonly known as Reno. He tugged on the girl's ponytail to get her to stop and to the woman's surprise, she did.
"I assume you three know that you are thirty minutes late?"
"Yes," Reno replied. "It won't happen again, Miss Ikari."
"That is good to hear. Now, I want you three to go to Midgar. You may not be used to the air around there but it that is how good as it gets. It can't get any better I'm so sorry to say. Now, you have to blend in with your surroundings. I know that can be hard to do but all you need is…Midgarian clothes. Then, go to the Shin-Ra building and try to befriend the Turks. The Turks are associated with my uncle and trust me, he is a bad man. Please get rid of them."
The trio bowed in response and left the room.
"Ah, the next time I keep a straight face, yell at me. You know how hard that is to do?" Reno said, hoping his comrades were listening.
"Yeah, and why the hell did you have to go and tug on my hair? That hurt you know." His girl friend replied, pulling on his own hair.
"Ow, ow! Tifa, let go! I'm sorry okay? You just had to stop…Miss Ikari didn't look like she was in a good mood as usual."
"Whatever. I hope there's some fun in this mission. Our other one was boring as hell and if I have to live through another one, I'm gonna die."
Zack, their other comrade, grinned. "That's our Tifa, no?"
He suddenly felt a slight twinge of pain and looked down at Tifa who was a few inches shorter than he was. She was grinning and her hand was still placed on his arm, ready to pinch him again.
"I'm not your Tifa, thank you very much." She put her hand by her side again and they continued to walk. "What I don't get is why you two forgot about our meeting."
Reno gaped and put his hand to his chest dramatically. "That hurts, Tifa. We forgot? What about you missy? You forgot too. Hell, we all forgot!"
Tifa brushed him off with a wave of her hand.
"I have my excuses…hehe."
"Yeah, she does have excuses," Zack chimed in. "You see, she can't get mad at a handsome man like me. She loves us and-urk!" He crouched over in pain. He seemed to be getting more hits from her than any boy could ever get.
"You know what Zack?" Tifa started with an informing tone. "You're not a 'man'. Why? Because you're barely 20 years old. Right now, you're just a teenager and so is Mr. Spitfire over here. Plus, I can be mad at someone as cute and stubborn as you."
"Aha! See, you just admitted it! We're cute!"
"Nope. I said you were cute, not handsome." She stuck her tongue out at him and ran off with the two boys right behind her.
"You know, I'm kinda wonderin' if these Turks also have a girl on their team. She could be a sexy babe you know."
"Do I care!? No, I don't, unfortunately." Said Tifa.
"Hey, he could be right!" Reno exclaimed. "Then I'll make sure she'll be my girlfriend."
"Don't hold your breath!" Tifa muttered.
Reno wrapped an arm over her shoulders and nuzzled her cheek. Tifa looked at him in disgust.
"Aww…is my baby gettin' jealous? Hehe, don't worry about it honey. You're still my favorite."
"Where the hell did that come from?!" she asked angrily. When no response came from his mouth she suddenly realized that she was stuck with morons and that she'd have to put up with their strange behavior from now till…well until they find someone else to hit on…which would be when…?
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"Ah finally! It's great to go through that whirlpool just to get here. It's fun going through that, huh guys?"
All she heard were grunts.
"…Guys?" She turned around to see Reno and Zack trying to untangle themselves from a heap of garbage. "Well…nevermind."
Lucky for her, she had landed somewhere safely…unlike them. They had fallen into a pile of garbage and now, they were trying to "save" their lives from the stench. Tifa began to observe her surroundings that she was not used to. The air was contaminated and she would have to cough here and there and really, everything was covered in dirt and grime. It would be a miracle to find one place that was actually clean. Nearby, she saw a rundown church but that was nothing. She walked over to the two boys and knelt down, looking at them in amusement.
"Argh! Get your arm off me!"
"What are you talkin' about?! Get your leg off my stomach! How the hell am I supposed to get up!?"
"Well maybe if you'd concentrate more often, you'd land somewhere decent!"
Finally, when both of them were out of the garbage they looked at each other in disgust. Tifa, not bearing to be within ten feet of them, walked ahead to a store nearby. She walked inside and looked around. There were clothes everywhere and various objects. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment when people in the store stared at Reno and Zack, and the fact that she was with them didn't help at all.
Then, she spotted one of the outfits she wanted. It was a pair of short shorts with tattered edges and a white tanktop. She took it and headed into the dressing room, changing into her new clothes. Soon enough, she came out and looked at her friends who were as stunning as ever. They all looked like street punks now…either that or they looked like they fit in. They paid for their clothes and exited the shop, now looking for their destination.
Not taking that long to find it, they approached the building and stared at it in awe. It was clean. Well obviously. From the top most floor, a pair of emerald and sapphire eyes looked down at the intruders.
"Hm…looks like we've got some company."
The beholder of the sapphire orbs nodded. "Yes it does."
"Hmph. President Rufus better not be thinking of replacing us, Cloud. I paid that guy enough money to last my job a lifetime."
"Don't worry Aerith."
"Besides, if he does consider replacing us, he better double check on those three. That girl right there looks weak and I doubt she can hurt a flea."
"Now, now," Cloud started. "We don't know that…yet. Hehe…I like that girl though. She looks beautiful."
"Hey, no teasing! That's not right." Aerith replied with a face no man could ignore. She pulled him towards her for a kiss and he accepted the greeting, then he pulled away, grinning.
"I'll stop. That's not a promise though." Cloud smirked and left Aerith's office.
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Author's Notes: Ya like? Well, it starts off with Cloud and Aerith. ^.~ Um…oh yeah. The next chapter of Final Fantasy High will come out in two days minimum…for those of you who have been reading it anyway. I promise! Someone just said I had to finish it or I'll be meatloaf for dinner. ;_; Lotsa meanies these days, no?