Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII
doesn't belong to me and nor do the characters belong to me. Easy to
understand, right?
Notes: Alternate Universe.
CloudxTifa. Aerith fans, go away.
Love, lust, and vampires
By: Kawaii Kitsune
The young woman stared outside the window, watching as the
falling drops of rain pattered against the glass window. She watched as the
droplets of water spill from the sky and fall onto the ground below. The angels are crying… The trees' leaves
waved in the wind producing the sounds of fading whispers. The angels are sighing… She brushed a strand of hair away from her
face in frustration and continued to watch the outdoors from inside. Her red,
shimmering eyes stared into oblivion, the depth of those red pools rippling,
almost shedding with tears. He left me…
His house was as quiet as death for she alone was living there. She remembered
him throughout the three months he's been gone and she cried her eyes out just
thinking of him at night. His spiky wild
hair, his azure-colored eyes, his strong build, his breath… No… She had
never kissed him before. She'd imagine it at times but it was for naught. She
so thought that she could have a chance with him…but no.
She
sighed and got up from the couch. Face
it, Tifa. He's gone…get over him! She bit her lower lip in fear of letting
her tears fall once again for the millionth time. She walked over to his bed
and sat on it, taking her nightclothes from under the pillow. She had made a
living in Nibelheim; in Cloud Strife's home. He failed to rekindle his new
hometown and his home itself. It was where he was born…right? Tifa ignored the
thoughts flowing around in her head like a tornado. It was confusing her too
much and it was giving her a migraine. She rubbed her head and stood up,
lighting up the candle on her bedside table. She wondered why she didn't use
the lamp. You're not using it because the
electricity went out you ditz. Oh yeah. That was right. During the storm a
little earlier, it had cut off all the electricity around town…not like anyone
else lived in it though.
Tifa stood up and slowly took off her shirt…no, his shirt. She had borrowed one of his shirts to remind herself of him. She had no idea why. It was better to forget about him so she wouldn't be crying so much, but she wanted to remember him. Then, she took off her skirt and slipped on her nightclothes. First the top half, then the bottom. She loved the feel of it. It was silky and it was her favorite color; blue. Midnight blue. She lifted up the blankets and snuggled in, taking the book on the dresser by her bed and began to read where she left off. It was a novel, a romance novel. She was a love-sick fool but she couldn't help it. Books like that seemed to reach out for her and she just couldn't ignore it. She turned a page and continued reading, unaware of the pair of cerulean eyes watching her…and was watching her.
~ ~ ~ ~
His blue gaze followed her
every move, watched her as she unchanged, thinking about it afterwards. A
cheeks became a rosy color but he ignored it. He hadn't intended in watching
her change clothes…he was just stuck there, unable to move. He watched as her
slender figure slipped underneath his covers and started reading a book. He was
so captivated with her that he knew that he must have been insane when he
hadn't said good bye when he left and why he left in the first place. Either
one of those two fit. He fantasized about sleeping in bed right next to her, to
touch her, feel her, hug her, kiss her…
He
grunted as he walked towards the door. He wanted to barge in so badly, to take
her in his arms when he entered. But somehow, she seemed uninterested. She was
so caught up in the book that one noise would ultimately break her silent
moment and that she'd never talk to him again. It was a trite thought, he knew
that, but it was better than standing out in the rain. He put his hands against
the wet door and knocked on it softly.
Tifa
looked up from her book and stared at the door. Someone's there… So many times she hoped with all her heart it was
Cloud at the door. It wasn't though. It was usually the mailman or someone
other than her childhood friend. She buried her thumping heart, ignoring its
every beat. Tifa got out of bed, placing the book back on the table, and
padding over to the front door. She touched the knob and couldn't help the
feeling of a familiar presence on the other side. It was eating at her. With a
turn, she opened the door slowly. What she saw almost made her knees wobble.
Her heart was in her throat and she couldn't say anything. She forced a smile
and opened the door wider to let him in. I…love
you Cloud Strife…do you know that? Do you want to know that? Do you love me
too? Such question floated in her mind once again and she tried so hard to
push them away.
"Hi,
Tifa."
"Hi
Cloud." She responded, quickly looking down at her bare feet. She couldn't look
at him. It was hard to and it was obvious coming from her. She was just shy…as
always. That's why you were never able to admit… Soon, Tifa regained her
beautiful smile once more and went to another bed nearby. She went inside the
covers and saw Cloud wearing a confused look on his face.
"I saw
you sleeping on my bed. I didn't mind." Cloud said, trying to get her back on
his own mattress. Tifa shook her head.
"That's
alright," She replied politely. "Go to sleep. I'm guessing you had a long day."
She lay down against the pillows and waited until sleep consumed her.
~ ~ ~
"Good
morning, Cloud Strife!" Tifa said into his ear with a cheery voice.
Cloud
twisted around under the covers. Too early…sleep…more sleep.
Tifa
began to prod him with a finger until finally, he sat up in bed, rubbing his
eyes from the morning sun. "You can actually live through this torture?" He hid
under the blankets once again only to be attacked by the hands of Tifa
Lockheart. "Alright, alright! I'm up, I'm up! Can you close the curtains for a
moment, please?"
She
nodded at his odd, sudden request and closed the curtains. He stood up from his
bed and before long, he was in his normal attire. There was something quite
different about him…she just couldn't put her finger on it. He was wearing
black jeans, white shoes, white undershirt, and a black jacket over that. A
pair of sunglasses hung from his pants which gave him more of the stylish
appearance, but as long as Tifa had known him, Cloud never liked that
color…until now, that is.
"Come
on Cloud. I want to get to the store. I have a little shopping to do."
He
grinned. "No problem. Let's go." He took Tifa's hands and dragged her out of
the house. Climbing onto his motorcycle that rested against the well, they sped
outside of town, puffs of smoke left behind. She clung her arms around his
waist tightly. I hate motorcycles, I hate motorcycles, I hate them…the
thought of falling…
Cloud
looked over his shoulder and said, "Grab on tighter, Tifa. You won't fall, I
promise." He smirked and turned his head back to the road. A wave of
uncertainty washed over Tifa, but she shook the feeling away. It was
nothing, she thought. Although…how did he know…?
Author's
Notes- You
like? Yes, if you've noticed from my first story already, I like Tifa. (No, not
that way you cursed people!) She has some great spunk and I decided to lower
off her spunkiness down to a level of innocence and the such. Some Aerith fans,
for those fans who are reading this, might think it queer of me and may think
it stupid that Tifa is an "innocent". Well, go drown yourself is all I have to
say. I have different opinions and I personally think that my fics are quite
original, though I've seen better such as the stories coming from the following
authors: Shi-Angel and ScaRR. Kudos to you two. I'll have the next chapter
posted up soon…if you liked this one anyway. Please read and review.