Author's Notes:
Helloo lovelies! After much consideration I have decided that my fanfiction portfolio sucks! Thus far I only have a single story (a lemon one-shot no less). As a result I decided to write a full length story filled with my many (and there are many) blabber-jabber fantasies involving my favourite video game series!
This means Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts! Major duh! This story focuses on my favourite FF female Tifa as well as Sora, Roxas and Yuna.
Hope all of you enjoy and may I get many many reviews!
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The deafening sound of cheering and screaming in the stands around the track did little to deter the young woman's concentration. She stretched her arms and back, not caring how the thin athletics top shifted upwards, baring some of her stomach and allowing her already large breasts to protrude further.
Her long dark hair was glistening with perspiration in the blistering summer heat. The sounds of the spectators' cheering deafened to a dull buzz under her focus.
One hundred meter hurdles, easy. She barely saw her competion. They didn't matter, she already knew she could cross the finish while they were on the first hurdle. This was for time!
She heard the gunshot blow and sped off. Heart in her throat, she cleared the first, barely even breaking her speed. She hurtled over the next and the next and broke the ribbon.
Only then did the roar of the crowd hit her, almost overwhelming in its intensity. She glanced at the timer, not bad, a couple of seconds off, but she had definitely bettered her previous time.
"Once again, Miss Tifa Lockhart totally annihilates the competition!" The announcer shouted into his megaphone, before announcing the winning time. "Is there nothing this young athlete can do?"
Tifa said nothing, she just tried to slow her breathing and headed to her station, using a monogramed sweat towel to dry her forehead.
"Great run Tifa!" Megan, her best friend came running, carrying all Tifa's medals for the day.
To say that Tifa had cleaned out Nibelheim Regional Athletics Championships would be understating completely, achieving gold in every event she participated in.
"Thanks," Tifa said with a warm smile.
"Y'know, people probably want to hate you, but they just can't!" Megan said with a laugh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tifa laughed along.
"Well, you cut class like a pro, but your grades still rock, you're great at sports, but you're not some stuck up bitch! And to top it all off, you got the best rack in the school!" Megan chirruped.
"You give me way too much credit!" Tifa shot back.
"Yeah, yeah pointless flattery aside, a bunch of us are heading out tonight!" Megan said. "You coming?"
"Megan, sixteen-year-olds shouldn't go clubbing!"
"And you're a goody goody!" Megan rolled her eyes. "Come on don't be a stick in the mud!"
"Besides," Tifa said dismissively. "I can't, I got training tonight."
"Oh come on girl! Slow down with all the extra-curricular activities! You make the rest of us look like seriously bad students!"
Tifa laughed as the two walked to the podium for the final medal ceremony. After going through the motions, they began their trek home.
"Seriously! I'm sure that jeriatric coach of yours won't mind you skipping one night!" Megan pressed.
"He's not a jeriatric!" Tifa shot back, with a slightly protective look in her eye. "Master Zangan is the best coach anyone could ask for!"
"Well even top-notch athletes like yourself need some time to just let loose and cool off!" Megan returned. "So at least think about it okay?"
"Okay fine!" Tifa laughed. "I'll come!"
"Great!" Megan laughed.
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It might not have been her scene, but Tifa was honestly glad she decided to skip her martial arts training for the night and go out with Megan and a couple of other friends.
Despite "letting loose," as Megan put it, Tifa had refused all offers of alcohol during the night. No matter how many times she was told how boring she was, she never once cracked. Booze just wasn't her thing. No highway option existed when it came to Tifa Lockhart!
She also got felt up once, but the brave soul in question only had a broken nose and a black eye to show for his exploits.
All in all it was a good night. The company was good, the dancing even better. The young woman honestly thought her legs would cave in after a hard day of athletics and an all night party, but still a good night.
Her thoughts were on explaining to Zangan why she had uncharacteristically skipped training that night, as she walked home. Hey, it was the suburbs, no crime to speak of and in the unlikely event someone did try to mug her, she had her pepper spray handy, and her fists!
She was passing the water tower near her house, when she saw it. A shadow nothing more, but the distinct silhouette made her walk closer.
There it was again. That spikey head was unmistakable.
A welling of unwanted emotions exploded in Tifa's heart, the like of which she had never experienced before. Excitement, yet foreboding, longing, with anger.
Hesitantly she approached the shadow.
"Cloud?" She whispered.
The figure didn't answer, it just vanished in the blink of an eye. Tifa's confused expression became a frown. Why? It had been years now, why were her thoughts still on him?
As she turned to head home, a figure dropped in front of the young woman.
Quirking an eyebrow, she edged forward.
"Where'd you come from?" She asked innocently.
The man said nothing, just straightened up and watched her.
"Creepy," Tifa commented, as another dropped behind her. "Well...getting kinda crowded out here, wouldn't ya say?"
The two figures remained silent, and edged closer. Tifa noticed they wore very inconspicuous clothing, dark jeans and hoods.
Without warning, one charged straight for the young woman. Gritting her teeth as she defty stepped out of the way, Tifa was forced to drop into a roll as the other shot forward.
"Don't even tell a girl who you are before you attack her?" She demanded, as she straightened.
Her two assailants said nothing as they pulled out two matching daggers.
"Alright, I see how it is," Tifa grinned as she pulled out a pair of leather gloves from her jacket pocket. Slipping them on and getting into a ready stance, she stuck out her chin at her attackers.
Finally! A chance to fight in an uncontrolled environment! Time to finally show what she had acomplished in all those years of training with Zangan!
One of the surged forward, but this time Tifa was ready. She aimed a rising block, catching his wrist with her forearm, before ducking into a reverse crouch and slamming her elbow into his gut. Grabbing his wrist, she twisted his arm as she stepped to the side, forcing him to bend forward as her leg shot out, catching him in the face with enough force to flip him onto his back.
"Come on! That all you got?" She taunted, skipping away from the prone form.
The other, seeing how quickly his companion had gone down approached more cautiously, now wary of his would-be victim.
"You started this! Now let's see if you can finish it," Tifa challenged before going on the offensive. Her target dodged left, but Tifa had been expecting that!
"Not fast enough!" She almost laughed dipping into a sweeping kick that knocked his legs out from under him, following with a second kick that forced him back before his body even hit the solid asphalt.
"That it?" Tifa laughed. "Well thanks for droppin' by, see ya next time!" She finished with a mock salute, before turning high-tailing it out of there!
She knew very few people could keep up with her speed-wise. Hell! She was the freaking track champ! Almost Olympic level. What were a bunch of chummy muggers?
Scratch that thought, Tifa could hear footsteps approaching, even as she hurtled away at full-throttle! To her surprise, they were gaining on her! Soon they drew level with her, then overtook her!
Not giving up huh? Wasn't a chick that kicked their asses not worth the trouble to mug in the first place?
Too soon, the two chumps stopped and stood waiting for her. Too late to stop her momentum to turn, Tifa decided for an unorthodox approach. Using her gathered speed, she dropped kicking her legs out, grunting in pain as the gravel tore at her jeans, knocking one's feet clean out from under him. Turning and using her hand to stop her, she waited for the other in a crouch. Once he drew near enough, she swung her leg skywards in a full somersault, catching him under the chin.
Landing on her feet, she watched in horror as they simply stood up.
"Damn, sure know how to take a beating, huh?" She said with grudging admiration. No one had lasted this long with her in the tournaments Zangan had arranged.
Realising she might just be in over her head, Tifa swung her fist, catching one in the nose. As he staggered back, momentarily stunned, she ducked under his friend's fist, kneed him in the stomach, grabbed his head and used him as a human bludgeon to the other down, before turning around and fleeing.
She heard their footfalls again as she sprinted away. Making a decision, she ducked into the nearby woods, hoping to lose them in there.
It was dark, but Tifa knew the woods pretty well. Also the leafy floor helped mask her own hurried footsteps. She kicked off a tree to change direction quickly every now and again, hoping throw her pursuers off-scent.
She wasn't sure how long she ran for, her legs were screaming in protest when she finally ducked behind a large tree to catch her breath.
Placing her palm over her mouth to try and soften her pants, she strained her ears listening for sounds of pursuit.
None came.
After a full minute of silence, Tifa finally allowed herself to relax. Now with the last of the adrenaline that had flooded her system only moments ago beginning to ebb, fatigue hit her harder than an avalanche.
Dropping into an exhausted crouch, she panted, feeling a stitch in her side. Who were those people? She had long come to the conclusion that these were more than just common muggers! And why were they after her?
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Author's Note:
So? Did ya like it? Did ya hate it? Tell me in a review! I know it seems like this should be a FFVII fic, but the KH characters will be making their appearance real soon! Tifa's chaper is the best developement-wise, even though that Cloud bit seems like a loose-end, I'll tie it up next time! For now R&R!
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