This is my first Vincent x Tifa fic. Please take note of Vincent's appearance, it's the same when he was still a turk, short hair and all hot and sexy.

The idea of this fic came from my friend SillehKitteh.

Grammar checked by SillehKitteh.

Warning for language.

Prologue

Her POV

Shinra Publications Inc.; home of the largest publications of the most well-known magazines worldwide as well as the leading newspaper in the country, Midgar times. From fashion to finance, they have it all. Within the magazine department, there was... how should I put it. Well, there was a little chaos. It happens almost everyday.

"Motherfu-!"

That was Reno. With his signature fiery red hair tied to a pony tail and his high cheekbones a lot of girls like him.

But to me,he's a pervert.

Well, most of the time, anyways. There are times when he's normal, but that's only because he hadn't had his precious daily caffeine in the morning. I'm afraid to say that those are the only mornings I seem to be able to handle being around him. But the rest of the time, he could just be so full of himself. As of today, he's clutching his... things down there. Why you might ask.

Because I kicked him there. Hard.

It's the first time I have ever done that and I'm not sure how I should feel about this.

"Holy mother of bad guacamole!" He whined with a weird crying face, trying to gain my sympathy. It's not going to work, buddy.

"Oh boy! Not in the nuts! Not in the nuts!"

Now, that was Zack. Another pervert. I won't lie, he's attractive with his spikey raven hair and purple eyes. He's young and funny. But like, Reno, he's hard to handle being around. I'm not saying that I dislike him as a person. He's a great guy when he wants to be but, he's always teasing me about... really inappropriate things. And obviously, I get uncomfortable.

"Send me to the E.R.! I need an emergency operation! I gotta get these things reattached!" Reno whined again while he gestured to his things with Zack laughing at his expense. I looked away quickly, not really used to such display.

"Wait, I think one of them nuts rolled away under Elena's desk!" Zack added.

"Don't drag my name into the dirt, Zack," said Elena lazily, who had been busy typing on her computer.

"Just grab his marble so we can attach it back up. I think I see it just beside your foot." Zack said again along with his signature heartfelt laugh.

"Stop all the ruckus and get back to work."

And finally, that was Mr. Vincent Valentine. You could say that he's my boss. My direct boss and supervisor is a really nice woman named Aerith Gainsborough. Anyway, Mr. Valentine is the head of the magazine department and a shareholder of Shinra Publications Inc. He's twenty seven and very handsome. I've never seen a more handsome man in my life... the way he's short messy hair messily cascades over his eye, his eyes stern and crimson in color and he stands very tall. When I first saw him, he wore an expensive looking grey suit tailored to perfection. I always try to hide my reddening cheeks whenever he catches my eye. I hope to high heaven, that he didn't notice and if he did, I hope he isn't disturbed by it.

"But Sir, I got kicked in the bunnies!"

Now, I'm feeling sorry for Reno, a little bit. And guilty too. Maybe.

How did I got into this situation?

It all started a few weeks ago.

My name is Tifa Lockhart. I'm eighteen years old and I'm about to move out of my small town birthplace to go to the big city.

"Tifa, I want you to take this GPS so I can track you wherever you go, and this utility belt with all the tools you need in case you got stranded on a forest or something. And here's a book called 'Living Alone for Dummies', you have to read it, it will definitely help you how to deal with those psycho freaks running around these days."

That was my father, my dear dad. As you can see, he's very protective of me. I stared at the utility belt with a raised eyebrow as I fought the urge to ask if there was a can opener in there. But, in the end, I cannot blame him or his reasons for being this way. And he has very good reasons.

"Tifa! I heard you're leaving?! But why are you leaving me?!"

And that was reason number one. Cloud Strife. Blue eyes, spikey blond hair; he was my neighbor and schoolmate. Somehow, he developed a very... very strange attachment towards me. I don't know how it started but he wouldn't let me do anything for myself. He would get my drinks for me. He would get my food for me. He'd even feed me and hold the straw if I wanted to drink. He would stand outside the female restroom whenever I'm inside and he would shoo away all the occupants and those trying to get in. He would clobber and strangle a guy who would try to talk to me so many times. And finally, watches me with that scary look in his eyes. It's making me really uneasy, I simply don't really get it. I never understood or tried to.

"Oh, go away! And she's not leaving you. Who do you think you are, anyway, boy?!"

"Dad, stop that. I'll talk to him," I sighed. Cloud smile brightly when I said that, completely ignoring my father, like he always had done. My Dad started to go away but he narrowed his eyes dangerously at the blond. He came back to my side briefly, only to whisper, "There's a lipstick taser in the utility belt."

"Dad!" I whispered back harshly before he retreated back inside our house. Really, what can one do?

So I faced Cloud and said, "H-hey, yeah, I-I'm leaving." But I'm not telling you where, blondie.

"Why? and Where? And who are you with? Who does he think he is? Why do you-"

There it is again. Bombarding me with thousands of questions like it's any of his concern. Frankly, I'm getting tired of it. I just wish that the other one doesn't appear any time soon.

21h ago"Tifa."

Oops. Spoke too soon.

"Get out of here, dirty old man!" I closed my eyes when Cloud started insulting the newcomer, which was Kadaj. I'd like to say he's a Cloud clone... but he's much worse.

"You always come up with the lamest insults, ever."

Please stop.

"What, it's appropriate, you have grey hair-"

"It's silver, and its majestic, unlike your egg yolk colored strands."

"-and you're dirty as fuck." My eyes widened at Cloud's direction for using such language. They continued insulting each other that they didn't realize I was taking advantage of this and took the time to get in my truck and drive away from them forever. According to my dad, when we talked to each other over the phone, they ended up strangling each other. It was a good thing I already said my proper goodbyes to my Dad before I went away.

I was all smiles as I drove away to the city of dreams. Midgar. This city is where one would want to go if you want to go to college. I will be studying in journalism and I can't wait to get started. My dad gave me a small article cut-out from Midgar times where I found the jobs section. One of the jobs offered informed that Shinra Publication Inc were always looking for part timers. I was excited of course, and since school won't be starting for a few days, I planned to apply for the part time position. I could profit from this to get a working experience and this company was the perfect place to start.

Now let's fast forward.

I got accepted as a part-time assistant to Aerith, who was one of the managers in the magazines department. She's a very nice person, and so sweet and caring. Her fiance, Mr. Tseng is also very a nice person and very professional. So I'm grateful that Mr. Valentine assigned me to Aerith's team... and for some unknown reason, I still can't look him straight in the eye without feeling my face heating up. All in all, I am working with great people and I'm relatively happy, even if there are undesirables, namely Reno and Zack.

Okay maybe calling them 'undesirables' is a bit of a stretch, but could you blame me?!

"Hey Tifa." Zack called while I struggled with the copier which was jammed, again. "I heard girls your age are curious about a lot of things."

Even if I wasn't looking, I could feel the wiggling of his eyebrows. And I shuddered.

"And I'm willing to be your teacher in whatever department you'd want to do some learning... And we can start with this." Zack started leaning his kissy face forward with a loud sucking sound coming out of his pouted lips. I stared at the said lips in horror while I back away slowly.

"Well, look who's here, if it isn't Tifa Lockhart, my sweet baby patootie."

No.

Those crazy pet names from Reno are making me crazy, and uneasy, and so very embarrassed. So please don't, Reno, please! People are looking! Of course, I couldn't say any of it outloud. I was new, fresh blood, you know the deal. I need to remain civil no matter what.

Yet, I made the wrong decision of wearing a flowy skirt that day, because as soon as Reno was next to me, he grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted it up ever so slightly... so much for being civil.

You know what happened next.