I decided to make one… So I did

I decided to make one… So I did. Kweh, it's been a long time since I last made one. This is a Cloud/Tifa fanfic. I swear this is humor. You'll laugh somewhere in the middle of this.

I dunno about you guys, but I'm kinda worn out about reading Cloud/Tifa confession/angst type of genre. I mean, its too much drama… Allow me to tickle your emo spirits… I know you had too much of it…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here. Whaha…

While noisily drinking some milkshake through a straw, Denzel suddenly shifted uncomfortably to the left side on his stool. His young face crunched up as if he was thinking something world threatening. From time to time, he would wince and twitch, devastatingly aggravating Marlene next to him.

Tifa was quite disturbed as she witnesses his weird actions but she was just too busy at the moment to ask what was going on. Surges of hungry office workers swarm the place at lunch hour, lucky them, the endless stamina of the highly trained martial artist's is barely used and is able to accommodate them all.

Again, Denzel shifted but at the right side this time. He was eyeing the walls like they were his enemies. Occasionally, he looked behind him as if someone or something is out to claim his life. Marlene was observing his weird behavior with a tinge of annoyance. Whenever she asked what was wrong, the boy would frantically shake his head side to side and look down.

The summer heat and the unmanly chattering of men made the bar all balmy and distressing. With her surrogate brother acting all strange and her standing mother busy at tending the business, the little girl with the pretty pink ribbon got off her stool and went upstairs to some crayons and draw her bulky and boisterous daddy on a chocobo in high hopes of humoring her frustrations away.

Denzel finished his milkshake and took his glass towards the kitchen. The eerie white and inhuman clean room (much to Tifa's liking) fit enough to have the capacity for a large shelf for pots and pans, a massive stove, a large two-door fridge and a long line of countertops filled with rows of knives, wooden spoons, spatulas and tongs. He nervously glared at walls again, scared at something just might jump out of somewhere and get him. Walking cautiously to the sink, the sound of running water echoed throughout the room as he quietly turned the faucet on to wash his utensil.

The door gave a squeak as the raven haired bar hostess entered; the boy awkwardly glimpsed at her and quickly resumed his act. The woman found this very odd as Denzel was usually warm towards her, he was shy and quite, yes, but warm nonetheless. As of now, she felt this cold and fearful aura around him.

"Is everything alright, Denzel?" her voice full of concern as she placed an arm on his shoulder, "You seem troubled somehow. Is there anything I could do?"

Her maternal instincts rushed at the thought of Denzel having any sort of problems and is very much determined to shoulder everything she could. The little brunette shook his head and look down at his feet. He was silent for a moment and spoke after a couple of long seconds.

"I'm fine." He choked and looked up to her eyes, "You want help?"

This immediately reminded Tifa that she still has costumers that need some tending to, so she replied with a smile and a nod. He did the same. Perhaps it was a woman's intuition… Maybe it's was just her knack of sensing wrong things… But for now, she has to settle with Denzel's procrastination of whatever is possibly bothering him.

That afternoon, where the number of people slowly died down, she decided to call her Cloud regarding Denzel's peculiar manner these past few days. The boy was sipping his milkshake reward at the table near the window; again, his impulsive movements prod worry into Tifa's mind.

Could he be sick?

Or worse… Geostigma might have a relapse…!

Its been a year since Cloud and Denzel's recovery, surely there won't be any reoccurring symptoms would it?

Would it?

She slowly made her way up, stopping for a while to see a sitting Marlene holding up and inspecting a crude crayon drawing of a black ball riding a bright yellow blob towards the setting orange sun. Hearing the little girl giggle reassured her that she wasn't dealing with whatever Denzel's having right now. That's good.

Entering Cloud's office, Tifa carefully eyed the photographs hoisted upon the walls. Nostalgia leisurely crept as she begins to relish the captured memories. Particularly, the one taken with her and the sexy blonde on their second date at Goldsaucer just after they officially became lovers without everyone else knowing about it. And recalling the things that happened after made her blush and smile slyly.

Taking her mind out of the gutter and remembering why she came here for, long and slender arms reached out for the phone. It didn't take too much ringing until Cloud answered. His deep voice burrowed within her and it took her a few seconds to snap out from her daydreaming…

"Hello…?" his voice now sounding a bit anxious, "Tifa…? Is something wrong…?"

"Oh!" Tifa said with embarrassment, "I—I'm sorry, Cloud… I didn't mean--"

His voice now rose with amusement, "Couldn't wait 'till bedtime, huh?"

Look at what she's gotten herself in to. Shaking her head and making a voice transition to serious mode, "Its Denzel, Cloud."

Clearly this was a somber sincere matter, dropping his playfulness (open only to her) and leveling to his girlfriend's mood, "What about him? Is he ill?"

It took only a few minutes to inform him everything she'd seen in Denzel. Right at that moment, her ideas of what could be wrong ranged everything between bullying to Geostigma… Y'know, mother stuff.

"Aren't you feeling anything, Cloud?" her voice shaking, "Is it likely to be the Geostigma again?"

"No, no." trying to appease her panic, "I'm fine. I'm sure its something else…"

"Talk to him, Cloud." she pleaded him, "He'll tell you anything…"

"I will…" he promised, "I'll go home right now."

"You okay with that?" she asked.

"Hey, its my family…" his voice full of pride, "I'd do anything…"

Her face heating and a smile beaming, her heart full of love and everything else were bursting with bliss, "Alright, drive safe."

"I love you…"

"I love you more…"

Hanging up the phone, even she can't deny that was way too cheesy.

Review or better… put me in your favorites! Next chapter we'll find out why Denzel's so coco lately… You guys are in for something… Anyway, may this be the start of continuing my other fics I left oh so cliff hanging… hehe…