Back again! thanks to reviewers to 'The Question', It was nice to have such positive feedback on my first story... Anyhow, This one is probably going to be centered around Tifa and Vincent. Yuffie will be here too.
As you ca see, I like using Vincents character, though I do not own him or any other ff7 characters. R&R?
Oh, and Vince and Yuff aren't coming in 'til the second chapter.
The bartender was in a foul mood.
She had finally plucked up the courage to tell Cloud how she felt about him, and He had rejected her.
Tifa... I'm sorry, but I'm still in love with Aerith. You mean alot to me, but not in that way. He had said, and had left. For the church.
Tifa had been, at first, crushed, but when she saw that he had left, her deep hurt got deeper. She had felt depresses, but now the blonde swordsman had unintentionally added another emotion: anger.
It was boiling inside her, a red-and-blue mix of rage and sadness, bubbling underneath her soft skin.
' I meant alot to him... Yeah, right. I mean so much that he can leave, wander distractedly out the door after completely rejecting me! If anything, I should be the one leaving! It's His turn to watch the kids! It's his turn to be responsible for once, It's his turn to GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT THE HELL 'HIS FAMILY ' IS LIVING! He's supposed to be looking after all of us instead of going off on a wild goose chase to look for his dead girlfriend, the spikey haired b-'
In her wild rant of thoughts, She didn't even pause to aknowledge the ancient.
The blonde walked through the door. 'Hey T-'
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out."
"Why? Is this about me not lov-"
"No, it's about you thinking you can come and go whenever the HELL you want without saying a word to me and Marlene and Denzel all day and never playing with them or taking care of them while I have to do EVERYTHING because you're off trying to find a way to bring back somebody DEAD!" Tifa yelled.
Cloud's face was expressionless, if not a bit stunned. He was so stunned, in fact, that he walked upstairs, got his few belongings -including his new, water-proof cellphone- and left, still with a blank expression on his face.
Tifa took a few deep breaths.
Her anger was now gone, leaving only her sadness.
Cloud was gone.
'No more hair-gel clogging the toilet.'
This didn't help.
"What did I do?" Tifa asked herself, eyes going slightly wider.
678-4567-9090.
Cloud's phone number.
Tifa ran to the phone and dialed.
Cloud, as usual, did not answer.
So Tifa collasped onto a chair, sighing.
He would not come back.
He would not come back?
He...would...not...come...back...
The words registered finally.
The crying began.
Yesh, ' it is a bit short, but 'tis my first chapter. I'm not going to wait for a certain number of reviews to continue, but they would be appreciated. -RFS