Tifa got the feeling something was up with Cloud.

He was never home, as he always was on the road with the little "family" business. Tifa had come up with the name, and Cloud didn't seem to have a problem with it.

Strife Delivery Service.

Depending on the package, Cloud either rode Fenrir, his beloved motorcycle, or drove the truck. One thing Tifa found out was the fact that Cloud had road rage.

One time, when Tifa was in the car with Cloud so they could go out for dinner, there was traffic. Cloud didn't like the fact that his time was Tifa alone was going to be cut short. The whole hour there was traffic, there wasn't one moment where Cloud wasn't spitting out swearwords and insulting the people ahead of them.

Another day, on Cloud's 22nd birthday, Cloud made a bet with Tifa that he could take 22 shots without going drunk. Tifa had had a bad feeling and told the people in the bar they had to leave early. Most of them grumbled and a few never returned.

Cloud went through 12 shots before he was obviously drunk. The other 10 shots ending up making him hallucinate and it didn't go well until Tifa whacked him on the head, causing him to fall unconscious.

Tifa shook her head, smiling. Only Cloud could do those things.

Soon, the regulars came in and did the normal routine. Tifa loved her job and it made her think of her original bar, before it got crushed beneath the plate above. Those were bitter memories, and Tifa tried to forget them. But how can you forget something like that?

Someone banged on the table. Looking up, Tifa noticed the man was young. Too young for drinking. "Um, sir? Can I see an ID?" She said kindly. No effect. The man looked at her in the eyes. "You gotta weird person heading this way, saying she has to go to a bar. Be careful. I don't like her."

With that weird conversation over, Tifa went back to cleaning the glasses and plates. The whole time that Tifa had been cleaning, she hadn't realised that there was a shadow coming to her bar.

The song ringing on the door, let Tifa know someone was here.

But what Tifa saw was as strange as can be.

It was a woman.

The woman was covered with a seriously out of date cloak, but seemed to have nothing else. It covered her well, so if one would see her, there would be no problem.

The woman had long silver hair and a strangely glowing eye. The first thought Tifa had was that the woman was another person infused with Mako energy. But what about the hair? Sephiroth was the only one she knew that had that kind of hair.

Tifa paused her washing and walked to the other end of the bar table. "Can I help you, Ma'am?" She said kindly.

The woman looked at Tifa, shrewdly. "You must know what the pain of losing your family feels like, don't you?" The woman looked around. "This place…my son was here. I'm surprised you haven't even figured it out, now have you?"

Tifa was confused. "Ummm, your son?" She asked. With a sharp laugh, the woman responded. "Oh yes, You know him quite well. But of course, I have to go. I have more plans to do that don't include inferior humans like yourself."

With those words, the woman walked away, not uttering a word. Tifa, after the woman left, was confused.

"'Inferior humans?'"

After Tifa's work was done, she started up the stairs. To her surprise, she heard some people talking, one being Cloud and the other a mystery. Frowning, she headed to Cloud's office, and knocked lightly. She waited a few seconds before knocking again. Soon the voices stopped, but no one opened the door. That concerned Tifa. After a few minutes of silence, Tifa had an idea.

She headed to the side room and took a key out. Tifa smiled. "I still have this key."

Taking the few steps to Cloud's office, she inserted the key and the door creaked open.

What Tifa saw gave her not only surprise, but anger:

Sephiroth was playing cards with Cloud.

"I told you to put the ace down and pick up the seven," Cloud complained. Sephiroth just looked at his hand and lay down a card, with a smirk.

Watching the two play a (friendly?) game of cards, who didn't know that Tifa was there angered her.

"CLOUD STRIFE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Tifa had startled the two to the point Cloud dropped his hand. Sephiroth's smirk faded and he turned to glare at Tifa.

Cloud got up and held up a finger. "I can explain-"

Tifa didn't let Cloud finish as she smacked him in the face. Cloud looked surprised, but not hurt. "He's the world's enemy and your letting him stay? Even then, you're playing cards with him?! What's going on?"

So, Cloud explained it, which made Tifa even angrier with each word. Cloud was obviously nervous. Plus, with Sephiroth going through the Medical Science book behind the two, muttering, the situation was getting worse by the second.

When Cloud was done explain, Tifa crossed her arms, a frown on her face. "So, let me get this straight. You found Sephiroth in an alley and took him here?"

Cloud could only nod meekly as Tifa walked up to Sephiroth. With a sigh, Sephiroth looked up. His green eyes showed contempt and anger. Tifa wasn't bothered by it, because she knew Sephiroth would not attack her-or anyone- if Cloud was in the area.

"What do you wish me to do?" Sephiroth asked.

Oh, Tifa could make a whole list, but she just sighed and turned around. Passing Cloud, she whispered, "Keep him away from everyone."

With those words, she turned back and headed down the stairs to her bar.