Author's Note: Okay… This is kind of Cloud's revenge for Tifa's little trick last time.
Sorry, she came out a bit demanding in there, but… ah what the hell.
Disclaimer: Does not own Final Fantasy 7…
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Punishment
"I've said it before and I'll say it again."
The spiky haired blond stared confusingly at his girlfriend. He took a sip from his coffee while reading the newspaper.
"Huh?"
She shifted her weight to level with the man, both her hands touching her knees.
"You have chocobo hair."
Cloud rolled his eyes.
"Not this again…"
He stood up, not wanting any part of this pointless conversation; he quickly climbed the stairs to retreat to his room... with Tifa following closely behind.
"Cloud, I've always wondered…" The barmaid asked as she made herself welcome inside the warrior's room. Ignoring her, he raided his closet to find a change of clothes.
"Are you allergic to symmetry or something?"
The blonde turned to look at her and, unintentionally, raised his brow, but he still didn't respond. She gave him a smile and continued.
"I mean, you walk around in ONE shoulder pad, ONE long sleeve, your glove is longer than the other, and you have this weird skirt like thing that's cut in HALF!"
She put both her hand on her waist.
"And don't even get me started on your belt."
Clearly the man was inattentive, but this didn't stop him from hearing all the insults thrown at him. He didn't notice that his left eye was twitching.
"Thank god that your boots look the same, at least."
Tifa sat on Cloud's bed, still unable to get a reaction out of him, but determined, she braced herself to bring out the forbidden topic.
"What's up with your hair, anyway?" His ears perked, and almost immediately, his head turned to face her yet again.
"Tifa Lockhart, I swear, if you say even one word…"
Victory almost within her grasp, she pressed on.
"Are your spikes all natural? How about when it rains? Oh wait—I think I saw it when it's wet… It still stands up, huh? I guess your hair really is gravity defying."
Twitch.
"Tifa…"
"I think your hair is probably the most asymmetrical thing I've seen on the planet."
Twitch.
"Really, Cloud, maybe you should cut it shorter. Hey, look what I found! A pair of scissors!"
Twitch.
The barmaid stopped in her tracks. Her boyfriend was getting pissed. Oops, I went a little too far, there. The love of her life was taking slow little steps towards her. Unconsciously, she took a step backward with every forward step that he took.
"Tifa Lockhart…"
She gulped. "Y-yes?"
He pinned her against the wall and smiled slyly.
"Is this your pathetic little attempt to get me to kiss you?"
Her fingers fiddle nervously.
"Is it working?" She innocently asked.
Still smiling, he pulled his face closer to hers, narrowing the distance between them. Then, all of a sudden, he walks away towards the door that leads to the exit of the room, leaving a baffled Tifa leaning against the wall still.
Completely speechless and realization of what her so-called boyfriend had done, she called out to him in infuriating anger.
"Cloud Strife! I demand that you get back up here and kiss me this instant!"