Author's notes: This is my first ReTi so please, be kind! Anyway, I watched Advent Children yesterday and I loved it! And then I got in the mood for some ReTi and I read some very good fics! And then I had this idea to write one of my own! Hope you like it guys! Oh, It's suposed to be a one shot, but I don't know... should I continue this? I'm kind of afraid that I might ruin it... I don't know... tell me what you think!
Interesting Fact: The title is Japanese. I think it is correct! I'm not quite sure tough... why don't you try to find out what it means and then say it in your review:p If I make a sencond chapter I'll explain what it means!
Somewhere in the outskirts of Midgar, near one of the entrances to the city, there was a memorial. A memorial for those who have passed. Friends and family. It was a big black wall with names written in white and it had an angel statue in the middle. The inscription in the Angel was faded, but Tifa knew it by heart.
"Thou shall never be forgotten."
Tifa ran her pale finger on the inscription in the Angel and sighed. She often visited this memorial. She got up and walked past rows of names. Some familiar to her and other's unknown. She stoped at the seventh row and red the inscription at the top.
Sector Seven
She sighed yet again and her eyes lingered in three very familiar names. Jessy, Biggs, Wedge...
Tifa kneeled down and placed the usual flowers on the ground. She stood in silence for some moments and then forced a small smile.
"Hi guys. I'm sorry but Barret couldn't make it today. He had some business to atend." She looked down at her hands and then back at the names. "So, Jessy, how are you doing? Have you been talking to Biggs?" Tifa giggled a bit. "You know, he once told me that he had a crush on you, and I know that you were fascinated by him too!"
Tifa looked down at the sand and buryed her hand on it. "Biggs, go get her tiger!" She smiled softly. "And Wedge, how's your diet going? You know you can't eat sugary stuff because-..."
Tifa heard some footsteps behind her and turned around quikly. She was met with smirking lips, flaming red hair and bright eyes. She got up slowly, never averting her gaze.
"What are you doing here?"
Reno placed his hands in his pockets, casually, and tilted his head to his right.
"Paying my respects?"
Tifa gritted her theeth.
"Leave." She tried to remain calm.
"I don't think so babe." The smirk never left his lips.
Tifa took two steps forward. "It's not an option. It's an order!" Reno remained in his spot.
He looked up at the wall with all the names and whistled. "Damn..." He whispered, his smirk vanishing for some moments.
"Go away!" Tifa yelled. "You have no right to be here!" She was starting to loose her patience.
His eyes met hers and she couldn't read what was on his mind.
"I told you, I came to pay my respec-..." He was interrupted by a well aimed kick in the chins.
He backed away a few steps and cleaned the blood with his jacket sleeve. His smirk found his way back into his lips. Tifa was breathing hard. This man was responsible for the death of her friends! She couldn't forgive him! She wouldn't forgive him! Ever!
She swung forward and tried to punch him in the face. He dodged it.
"Do you have any idea of what they meant to me?" She swung again. He dodged again. "They were my friends!" Another swing. Another dodge. "And you people buried them like nothing!" This time it was a kick. He almost failed to dodge. "Now they're under piles of metal! Forgoten!" She aimed right on the nose this time, and he grabed her hand.
"I didn't to that beacause I wanted, it was my job." His smirk was fading now.
She tried to punch him with the other hand. She had her eyes wet from fury and sadness. He grabed her other hand to.
"I never liked kiling people. Don't think that it felt like christmas everytime one of the victims fell at my feet."
Tears threatened to spill from her brown orbs, but she wouldn't cry, not in front of him at least.
"I'm sure they were great friends. I'm sorry they had to die."
Tifa tried to free herself from his firm grasp, but such task seemed impossible. She felt extremly tired, mentaly and physicaly.
"Had to die? Had to? It was all your fault! Shinra, Turks, everything! I..." her voice faltered. "I... hate..." Her eyes closed and she lost strenght in her body. "You... all..." Finaly she gave in to nothingness. She blacked out.
Reno cought her before she hit the ground. He sighed and stared at her porcelain face.
"Let's get out of here, beautiful."
He lifted her up and walked to his car. Reno placed her gently on the seat and drove all the way to Kalm, to his house.
--
Tifa woke up with an extreme headache.
"Ouch..." She mumbled and sat up in the bed. She looked around. This wasn't her room! She looked down at the bed. The sheets were black and were made of silk. She felt something hurting her back and reached.
She pulled it out of the bed and her eyes widened at the sight. "What the..." It was a red bra. She felt her cheeks redden and slowly lifted the sheets to look at herself.
"Don't worry," She jolted back to reality when she heard a strong male voice coming from the door. "It's not yours." He smirked. "Altough I have to admit that you do look prety good on my bed!" Reno smirked and snatched the bra away from her.
"How are you feeling sunshine?" He opened the window and threw away the red piece of underwear.
Tifa was at a loss of words. She couldn't remember why she was here. And why was she with him?
Him of all people!
He sat down on the left side of the bed and she shifted to the right.
"You fainted yesterday. At the memorial. I guess you were prety tired."
Yesterday events played back on Tifa's memory. She threw the sheets away from her and got up, sighing inwardly in relif because she still had all her clothes on.
"I'm out of here."
She left the room and seconds later the front door banged loudly. Reno smirked. "She's a tough one..."
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Tifa had spent the night serving costumers at the bar. It was a Saturday night so it was only natural that the bar had more people than usual.
She was so damn tired. She had been putting up with drunk guys, stupid guys and stupid drunk guys! So hell, she needed a good night's rest! Or a strong scotch...
She threw the last drunken men out while he whined that he didn't wanted to go back to his wife and closed the door. She turned the sign from Open to Closed and took her place behind the counter. She started cleaning the counter.
She heard the bell on the door chime and lifted her head up to see who had entered. She sighed when her eyes met fiery red hair.
Tifa threw the dirty cloth at Reno's face and said in an annoyed voice.
"Get out. We're closed."
Reno smirked and grabed the cloth in midair. He walked to the counter and leaned on it, his face just a few inches away from Tifa's. And hell... he liked it that way!
"You forgot to say thank you."
Tifa's eyebrow raised.
"Thank you? For what?"
He sat down and took a sip from Tifa's glass wich was on top of the counter.
"Hmm... nice scotch babe!" She gritted her theeth. "For yesterday. I saved you after all."
Tifa laughed. "Saved me? From what?"
"Well, I could've left you there on the sand, where you would lay until you finaly regain conscience, and when you did, you would find out that you had been mugged, raped, and God knows what else!"
Tifa had to make a big effort not to laugh her ass of.
"I don't think that would happen! The memorial has guards at the entrance, if you remember... and I don't need you to save me from anything! I kicked your ass several times before, what makes you think that I couldn't take out a thief?"
Reno stared at her. "True, true... you got me there. But still, I provided you with a confy bed and a roof on top of your head! That's much better than sleeping on the sand out in cold! Besides," He leaned forward and whispered, "The sand get's everywhere, don't you agree?"
Tifa sighed in exasperation.
"You're impossible..."
"I'm also damn good looking!" He took another sip of 'his' drink. Tifa chuckled slightly. What the hell was wrong with her? This was the guy she was suposed to hate! Him and all his friends! What was happening to her? She was having a civilised conversation with a Turk!
She rolled her eyes. Okay, an Ex-Turk then. But that was not the point! And why the hell was in her bar anyway? It's not like he wanted to befriend her, right?
She sighed.
"Thanks..." she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow at her. He wasn't really expecting her to say thanks to him. He had only used that has a pretext to be in her bar. With her... cause hell! She was a damn fine woman!
He nooded at her and raised the glass like in a toast and drank the rest of the drink. Tifa smirked.
"You know... you're gonna have to pay for that drink..."
He smirked back and winked.
"I'll pay for it tomorrow then."
"Oh, so that means you're coming back?"
He walked to the door and turned back at her. "Of course. I know you can't live without me babe." He threw her a kiss and dodged the cloth she sent flying at him. "Ta ta!" He closed the door behind him.
Tifa smiled. A genuine smile, and watched his shadow disapear in the corner. She shook her head and grabed the glass Reno had been drinking of. "What the hell is wrong with me...?" She rinsed the glass and finished cleaning up the bar.
When she locked the door and took her path home, she was still smiling. Tomorrow would be another day...
Author's note: Yeah, I know, small and stupid... bleh... review if you please!
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