My Dear Lady Of The Evening

Thank you for taking time out to read this short-story based on the Final Fantasy VII world. I certainly do hope you enjoy it, and read future chapters as they may come along. Please note.. Squaresoft own Final Fantasy VII and all it's characters, not I!

Chapter One: My, my, my...

Once upon a time, in a run down council flat in Central Midgar, lived a young couple. The young couple's names were Cloud and Aeris. They had met a few times in sleazy bars and the centre of the world, but it was only recently they had started shagging and living together. They were supposed to get married this year, but since Aeris' now deceased mother had only known her father for five minutes when Aeris was 'being created', she had no one to give her away. Aeris was content though, she didn't mind living in sin as long as it was with Cloud. Unfortunetly for her, things didn't exactly go right when she was enjoying things at a high point. For one example, when she thought she was preggers it turned out she was severely constipated, she was humiliated when she spent over a week in a hospital squatted down on a commode with a hose shoved up her ass, all because she had enjoyed the fact that she could of been up the duff.

The same was with her relationship. Although she had pushed feelings of doubt and fright at the back of her mind, it still loomed in front of her. She thought Cloud would either die, shag someone else or just leave her. She was right on this instance, as she found out later in the day.

She was doing the shopping for Cloud in the local Cheap'N'Save when her mobile suddenly rang; Tifa was calling her. Aeris sighed, and wondered what the hell she could want. She had already given back the bra she had borrowed, even though it was far too big for her. She bit her top lip and answered her mobile telephone as it vibrated in her liver-spotty hand.

"Hello?" Aeris greeted in that annoying high pitched voice of hers.

"Aeris, it's me, Tifa. I need to tell you something." she sounded rather panicky to Aeris, but maybe it was just her imagination.

"Listen Tifa, if it's about your bra: I sponged down the cups with some hydrogen peroxide to get rid of the stains, if you come out in a rash just put some Witch Hazel on your ti.." Aeris was rudely interrupted as Tifa shouted down the mobile telephone line.

"No, you idiot! It's not about that. It's Cloud, I saw him with another woman. She was such a slut! She had some sort of four-pinned sharp weapon object and was wearing some sort of Asian clothes. ...Wait a second, what was that about my br---" Aeris hung up the line just as Tifa was about to start her rant. She dropped the glass bottle of milk on the shop's floor, the sound of breaking glass resonating in her ears. In a way, the bottle resembled her relationship as it instantly fell apart. The time had come, and she knew he would be sticking it in her now. She ran out of the shop, ignoring the shop's security bloke as he tried to stop her; she had forgotten to put down the bottle of vodka in her hand.

Back at her house...

She crawled through the rose bush outside her council flat's window and peered inside. She could see Cloud lying on the sofa in a rather un-decent manner, his legs spread apart. She thought he was on his own, but saw she was wrong as some Asian woman with short hair and some sort of tie in her hair came in as naked as the day she born. Aeris nearly vomited over herself when she saw this. Not because she had almost drank half a bottle of that vodka she stole, and not because it was a naked woman she was seeing about to shag her husband, but because the slutty woman was wearing a pubic wig which looked to be made out of scouring pads. She could tell because of the severe rash that ran down the woman's thighs. She knew it for a fact now: Cloud would rather shag some slutty bitch with a rash on her twat than spend any time with his girlfriend. She crawled back out through the thorns and met Tifa in the street as she casually walked by.

"Tifa!" Aeris sobbed as she hugged her friend. Tifa instinctively pushed Aeris away and sighed.

"So he's...?" Tifa asked, pulling her jacket to conceal the Witch Hazel on her breasts. Aeris wiped her eyes and nodded.

"That bloody bastard! I'm going to get him back somehow!" she sobbed. She ran over to his car and fondled about in her pocket; she didn't have his car keys on her. "Shit, shit, shit!" she screamed.

"What's wrong?" Tifa asked, as she walked over to where Aeris was trying to break into his car. "Oh, well, let me give you a hand. Barret taught me a technique on how to break and enter into a car and hotwire it." Tifa laughed.

"Ugh, you racist cow. That's so stereotypical!" Aeris stared at her as she smashed the window with her elbow and opened the door.

"Ta-da! And don't be so stupid, of course it ain't. Anyway, he learnt it of an old friend called Rude. What are you going to do now that you can get in his car?"

"What do you think?" Aeris cackled as she cried. She ran over to the driver's door and got inside the car. "Get in the car, Tifa!" she commanded.

"What! You must be joking!" she laughed.

"You have three seconds to get in this car before I get out of it and rip your fat little head off!" she screamed. Tifa kept her lips shut and sat down in the car, much to her surprise; usually Tifa was loose and would open at any awkward positions.. Tifa followed more of Aeris' instructions and hotwired the car to ignite. The car splurted and started and Aeris pushed down hard on the accelerator, speeding off down Midgar Sixth St. with the wind in her hair and murderous thoughts in her head.

Aeris had no idea that in two hours time she would be hiding a dead body and avoiding the feds.