Hello. This is a revival of this story because I wrote this in an immature time in my life. I want to make this stories quality rise. So each chapter will be edited based on the changes I want to make.
This is a Vincent/Tifa AU fic and I hope you like it. Warning though, it's OOC.
I support Cloti. But I'm a fave of pairing Tifa with other characters.
Happy reading.
Chapter two:I still don't know his name.
Vincents POV
To say I was hot right now was an understatement.
My blood was freaking boiling.
I tried pulling my hair away from my neck, but it only helped in making the sun shine on it and getting me even hotter.
I now officially want to kill Zack fair, the young man who had suggested I moved here. He had wanted to help me get away from everything I wanted to forget and said that Midgar was the place to go. He had also said the weather was very 'peculiar' so I might want to pack very few winter coats.
He had not however said that it would be over 110 degree's the VERY first day that I would arrive here. Luckily, some old woman had directed me to a bar called seventh heaven that had air conditioning 24/7.
When I arrived at the bar though, I couldn't help but grimace. It was half the size of my bathroom.
Sighing, I walked on the plain wood patio and attempted to open the door. But it was jammed. Trying to control my temper, I tugged harder on the handle. It wouldn't budge.
Well, make that two people on my 'to kill' list. (The old lady since she directed me here.)
I dont really have a sense of humor, so my moods consisted of me being bored, annoyed, or angry.
Right now I was angry.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the handle once more and yanked it open.
Only, instead of the door opening, the whole thing broke off of the wall and fell to the ground. I stared at the plank of wood for a moment before letting out an exasperated breath.
Groaning, I picked up the door with one hand and walked into the bar.
I ignored the stares and gawks as I walked towards the back of the bar and stood in front of the counter where the bartender usually was. A woman with long, curly red hair was smiling sultrily at a man who could have been her father.
I almost smiled as the man deliberately looked away and shifted uncomfortably.
The second I stood in front of the counter, the woman glanced up at me, and her green eyes narrowed wickedly.
"May I help you sir?" She asked softly, bending down so I could see her figure. Rolling my eyes, I leaned the door onto the counter and glared at her.
Her eyes widened and she gasped. "W-Whoa! What happened to the door!?"
Wasn't it obvious?
"Sorry about that. Maybe if you weren't so busy flirting, you would've noticed that it was jammed. I'll lend your boss the money to fix it if you want, but for now, just give me some black coffee."
The woman gawked at me for a few seconds, but quickly gained her composure.
"Yes sir!" She said, smiling at me, a smile forming on her lips. I sat in one of the stools and turned away as the woman began bending over to emphasize her curves as she got the things needed for my drink.
Damn, she must be desperate.
I snatched the drink away from her the second she walked towards the counter, paid her, and quickly drank in the boiling hot coffee.
I grimaced, did she add sugar to it? Glaring at the annoying red head, I stood and asked where the bathroom was.
"Just walk towards the back entrance over there, to the right you'll see stairs, there's a men's bathroom right next to it." She muttered, pouting as I began to walk away.
Maneuvering through the small dining tables, I walked towards the door that seemed to be the back entrance. Just as I spotted the men's bathroom, a girl raced down the stairs, nearly tripping on the steps and slamming into my chest. My cup flew out of my hands and slammed into the ground, the black liquid oozing out of it instantly.
Wonderful.
"OW!" The girl yelled as she fell to the floor, rubbing her forehead. A second later she looked up and i\I saw that her eyes were very similar to mine, only it wasn't a blood red, it was a brownish red. And although she looked annoyed right now, i could see a spark of sadness and pain in her eyes.
She had also been through something.
When she met my gaze, she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. I glared at her. Why do people always do that when they see my eyes?
"I-I'm...s-sorry!?" She had said it as a question, but by the look on her face I could tell she truly was sorry.
Sighing, I glanced at my now spilled coffee, then glanced back at the girl. Confused, the girl followed my gaze to the floor and gasped when she saw the wet floor.
"I'm so sorry sir! I'll clean it up!" She exclaimed and ran out to the dining hall. Turning to watch her, I saw the girl grabbing a pile of napkins from an occupied table.
"HEY!" the woman at the table yelled, but the girl ignored her. By the time she came back, I was leaning against the wall, slightly amused.
She quickly bent down and began wiping the black coffee of the ground. Well, scrubbed was a better word. She kept ripping the napkins as she 'scrubbed' the ground.
Her movements were so wild and panicky that she wasn't getting anywhere. The floor was still soaked minutes later.
"Here, let me help." I demanded before my temper could flare again. The girl looked up at me, surprised. I guess it was because this was the first time i had spoken to her.
Damn, it was the longest had talked in days.
"Uh...I...its fine sir." She stuttered. but I swooped down and grabbed a dry napkin. In seconds the floor was so clean, you'd never guessed a person had even walked on it.
The girl blushed furiously and picked up the soaked napkins off the floor. She tossed them in a trashcan nearby and stood up straight, wiping off her jeans.
"Sorry..." The girl repeated lamely, rubbing her arm. Was sorry her favorite word?
Turning away from her, I walked into the men's bathroom.
Glancing in one of the mirrors, I grimaced. Now I understood why the girl acted so scared near me.
I looked like a freaking goth mugger.
Tifa's POV
That man was so evil looking! I had almost wet my paints every time I glanced at him.
I mean sure, he was handsome. Almost as handsome as Cloud. But he had this aura that I would expect a murderer would have.
Taking a deep, shuddery breath, I walked back into the dining hall. It was so chilly in here that I forgot the torture I had went through this morning. But my peace evaporated when i saw the door to the entrance was leaning on the counter.
"...!"
I was literally freaking out. I mean who the heck could have broke the door off?!
"Priscilla!" I screeched at the slutty redhead, who was currently chatting with another slutty redhead who must have just come into the bar.
Seriously what is it with redheads and wearing slutty clothing? I loved red hair, yet it seemed like all the girls I knew with it hated me or something.
"Yes Teefy?" Priscilla drawled, smirking when I glared at her. Why do people call me Teefy when they know I hate it?
"Who the heck did this?" I growled, pointing at the brown and useless plank of wood that used to be a door. Priscilla grimaced when she saw what I was referring to.
"Some hottie broke it. He said he'll pay for it so chill out." She muttered and went back to chatting with her friend, who had been glaring at me like I had actually DONE something to her.
There weren't any hottie's in Midgar. At least, no one who came to Seventh heaven much. Cloud maybe, but even he had refrained from coming here. Mostly because I worked here and he obviously didn't want to see me.
Well, according to Yuffie, I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. If the rumors were true, Cloud would be walking through that door in;
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
1 and half...
1 and quarter...
Have I told you how pathetic I am when it comes to cloud?
Yeah, I thought so.
Hope you like this (Edited) chapter.
Love you guys.
