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Runaway Again

Chapter One

Starting Over...Without You

Tifa work quietly in the kitchen, her thoughts racing back and forth between Vincent and the dream she had had on the airship. Was it just a dream? If it was why did it feel so real. Tifa continued her nightly chore of putting away the dishes. She didn't know anyone was watching her until she turned around holding a stack of plates.

She gasped as she saw Vincent Valentine at the doorway, dropping the plates she held. As quick as lightning he grabbed every dish before they touched the floor. He smiled as he held out the plates toward Tifa.

"You almost made me break them, you put them away." Tifa said crossing her arms across her chest.

Vincent turned toward the cabinets and began to put them away. "You know," Tifa began as she watched him work, "you could knock every once-and-awhile."

"And miss a chance of scaring you? I think not." Tifa turned around, she was flushed with anger, but soon calmed down when she felt Vincent's strong arms wrap around her waist. "I missed you." He whispered into her ear and gently kissed her neck.

Tifa smiled, "I missed you too." She turned around to face him. Something in her mind screamed at her telling her to keep her month shout but Tifa never listened. "Are you here to stay or is this just another booty call?" she knew she was going to regret saying that but she just had to know. Was that so wrong?

Vincent released her, "Why do you do that?" She heard the hurt in his voice. She did hurt him but it was nothing compared to the pain she felt every time he left.

"Why do you do that?" Tifa repeated his question. "Am I just another girl in your life? Someone you use to forget Lucrecia?"

Vincent glared at her, "No you're more then that."

"What am I then? What am I to you?" She could feel the tears in her eyes but she was not going to cry anymore. Not for anyone.

Vincent stayed quiet. That hurt Tifa even more. "I hear you, you know, in the middle of the night. You're calling out for her. Just like Cloud would call out for Aerith."

"I'M NOT CLOUD!" Vincent shouted, she knew he hated it when she would compare him to Cloud, but it was difficult not to when they both are similar in many ways. When Cloud lived with her he would sleep on the couch and would start calling out for Aerith. In the morning he would leave. The same thing Vincent does to her. Enough is enough!

"Well you do act like him. Maybe you two are brothers."

"Damn it! If you have something to say then say it!" He pounded his fist on the counter top. Causing the dishes to rattle.

"Alright, it's over."

Vincent blinked, his mouth opened by the shock he just received, "What?"

"I'm not some slut that you can pick up and bang anytime you want. I do have a heart and emotions. And I am tired of waiting for you. I thought that you loved me but I was wrong. You will always be in love with Lucrecia and there is nothing I can do to change that."

Vincent just stared at her. What are you thinking? Tifa thought as she stared back at him. Please tell me that you love me, tell me anything. She begged him mentally.

Vincent turned around and walked away, out the door and from the looks of it out of her life.

Tifa fell to her knees hugging herself, the tears streaming down her face. He left, just like that he left. So it was a lie. That damn dream I had was just a fucking lie! He never did love me, did he? I'm just something to pass the time way.

She continued to cry on the floor rocking herself. Little did she know was that Denzel and Marlene heard and saw the whole thing. Marlene was crying, Denzel was upset. Denzel lead Marlene back upstairs.

"Denzel what's going to happen now?" Marlene asked wiping her eyes.

Denzel looked out the bedroom window hoping to see Vincent standing outside the bar, "I don't know." He ran his hands through his brown hair, "I guess we can do nothing for now." He looked at Marlene, "Just get some sleep, maybe things will be better in the morning."

Vincent watched the bar from the roof tops. He saw the kids turn off the lights, but the kitchen light was still on. Could she still be there? Did he dare look or just go back home?

His heart got the best of him. He quietly jumped down and made his way toward the small kitchen window. There he saw Tifa standing in front of the sink holding a knife!Without thinking Vincent ran in and pulled the knife out of Tifa's hand.

"What?!" Tifa said.

"Don't, please Tifa, I'm sorry if I hurt you but please don't hurt yourself." He held her tight. Tifa quickly pushed him away. Her eyes red from crying.

"What are you talking about?"

"I-I" he was at a lose for words. For once that great Vincent Valentine was speechless, "when I saw that knife I just thought that..." he looked at the sink there were other utensils inside. Well I just made a complete jackass of myself.

"What? That I was going to kill myself?" Tifa placed her hands on her hips. "Please I"m not that stupid!"

Yep a jackass. "I'm sorry it's just that-" what was he going to say. He just made complete idiot of himself what else could he possibly do now to make it a perfect night. "I love you." There he finally said it.

"To late."

"What?"

"It's to late." Tifa stared at him, "I'm going to start over and this time without you."

Well that's chapter one. What do you think? I hope you liked it! This is the squeal of Runaway. I hope I don't disappoint.