Author's Note: Tifa may be kinda OOC, but she's nice, right?
Genesis: II
Tifa took a deep breath, and entered the church. Bridesmaids trailed behind and her father gripped her tightly. For the sake of her own soul, the wedding was occurring in the church. The demons didn't utter objection, just silently arranged it. She tried not to look at the audience, but she caught the face of her ex-boyfriend – Cloud Strife. His usual cheery expression was replaced by one which chilled her bones. His sky blue eyes were dead, and his features twisted into something very much like sorrow and pain. Blame her father.
Taking another deep breath, she looked up the aisle to meet the face of her fiancé, but he was looking away, glaring at the Best Man. It seemed like the playboy-looking blonde man the demon prince had chosen for his Best Man was undergoing murderous glares and silent threats. Walking the aisle was more demanding than one may think. Everyone stared at you, probing into your personal bubble and making Tifa feel very uncomfortable. Just about 50 meters to the altar. She swore that this was the longest walk in her life. The requirements of the walk was tight, she must walk to the beat of the orchestra music that she couldn't even hear with her bouquet of flowers just reaching her collarbone. It was ridiculous, she would have preferred a less fancy wedding, but the demon king and her father didn't allow it.
When the torture of being stared at was over, Tifa was at the altar. She met the eyes of her fiancé and gasped loudly. It was the man she had drank with the other night. She admitted that she was extremely drunk that night, but she definitely had not made up the dark, handsome man who had kissed her. Tifa felt overwhelmed, her husband-to-be might be decent after all. Well, at least when he's not sober. There was no way that someone's alcohol threshold can be that high, even for a demon. Noctis, his name is, Tifa rolled the name around in her head. Noctis… Noctis Lucis Caelum. He had quite a reputation for girls, partying, violence, and alcohol. Rumour has it that he has a different girl on his arm every two days, he swore at his own father the king, and drank until he passed out in the arms of Prompto or on the street (literally).
Noctis was looking surprised as well, his clean-cut features darkening into a scowl. His ice blue eyes looked slightly disapproving, and his mouth twisted into a nasty version of a grimace as Tifa's father gave her away to him.
"Do you, Noctis Lucis Caelum, take Tifa Lockhart as your lawful wife, through trial and joy?"
Noctis shot a glare at the priest, who cowered slightly and tried not to show it. He turned to Tifa and suddenly smiled, his blue eyes lighting up and his sharp features softened. "Yes, I do." He whispered.
"Do you, Tifa Lockhart, take Noctis Lucis Caelum as your lawful husband, through trial and joy?"
"I do." She murmured, fascinated by her husband's dark, spiky hair.
"You may kiss the bride."
Noctis reached for Tifa, and he uncaringly threw her flowers to the ground. Tifa smelled his brand of cologne and smiled into the kiss. It was like a replicate of their previous, drunken one, but better and more passionate. She sighed, opening her mouth, and Noctis immediately took advantage. He wrapped an arm around her petit waist and pulled her straight up against him, and French kissed her. Tifa almost melted at the hotness and her knees buckled. If he had not supported her, she would've fallen to the ground.
Wolf calls erupted by the demons in the crowd, while the Lockhart family watched with disgust at the prince. Tifa caught sight of Cloud, and focused on his pained expression. He had never kissed her this way before, she thought mindlessly. But the sorrow on his face made Tifa feel guilt. Here she was, kissing a man other than her boyfriend right in front of him. Tears burned in her throat, and she pulled away from Noctis, gasping. Noctis looked intently into her eyes, and she shivered, it was like Noctis was looking straight into her soul.
Cheers came from the crowd, demon and Lockhart guests alike. Tifa smiled weakly at the crowd and threw her flowers into the crowd, but turned away to see the face of her husband. He was staring right at Cloud. Noctis practically sparked, but Tifa had no idea why. Cloud, on the other hand, was outright glaring.
Without warning, the Best Man came and pounded Noctis hard on the back, making him lose sight of Cloud.
"Hey, Noct bro, congrats!" He turned his attention to Tifa and winked. "Welcome to the family, beautiful. I'm Prompto."
Tifa chuckled, her big brown eyes joyous. "Thank you, handsome."
"Hey, you're calling him handsome?" Noctis feigned disgust. She laughed, and on her tiptoes, brushed Noctis on the lips.
"That's not the way to do it, sweetheart." Noctis drawled. He was going to push her up against the altar, but a coughing sound made him swing around. It was Cloud.
"Congratulations, Tifa." Cloud sounded dead.
"Thank you, Cloud." Tifa said softly, the guilt coming back full force.
Noctis looked at the two, and Prompto whispered something in Noctis's ear. He nodded slightly.
Cloud pulled her into his arms, but Noctis was there, hand on Cloud's arm. He looked more dangerous than anyone Tifa had seen in her entire life.
"Hands off my wife, you fucking bastard."
The sound of Prompto face-palming was heard.
Cloud glared at Noctis. "It is only a friendly hug."
"The look in your eyes tells me that it is not." Noctis insisted. "Get your filthy hands off her now."
Cloud didn't back down. Tifa hid her head in his broad chest, like so many times before. "Fuck off."
Noctis's eyes narrowed into slits and his pupils turned amber. "This is your last warning, human. Get your hands off my wife now."
Cloud didn't let go. Suddenly, Tifa was all alone by the altar, even Prompto disappeared. Noctis had flung Cloud off of Tifa to the end of the stairs, and Noctis was there himself. He punched Cloud in the face, and Cloud bulldozed into Noctis, knocking down a chair. Prompto appeared right in between them, kicked Noctis to one side of the room, and threw Cloud to the other.
"You guys, it's a wedding. Calm the fuck down."
Cloud's eyes darkened and held up his hands in surrender. Tifa looked on with slight horror, but didn't move from her spot at the altar (still).
Prompto fumbled around in his pockets from some shit or another. He pulled out three tickets, with a huge smile on his face. He mentioned for Tifa to come down and helped her himself with the insanely long train.
"Now," Prompto looked mockingly serious, but his gray eyes were twinkling with mental laughter. "These are the tickets for the secret honeymoon that the king had arranged."
Noctis turned to his friend, ready to release his full wrath until Prompto interrupted before Noctis had started talking. "It was all by the king, alright? Don't take it out on me, bro. Anyway, it was originally supposed to be Noctis and Tifa, but you know Noct, the king didn't really think everything would be okay, due to your complaints and whines, and—"
Noctis glared at Prompto. "Get to the point."
"So he got another ticket for me." Prompto smirked. "I'm going to entrust this third ticket to you, Strife." He handed the shining golden ticket to Cloud, who accepted it mutely.
Noctis was enveloped in rage. "PROMPTO. YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE THAT TICKET TO HIM?"
Prompto nodded, his entire body emitting seriousness. This time, for once, Prompto was not joking, not even a bit. "It seems like you, beautiful, and Strife have some things to settle."
Tifa was speechless. She looked at the blonde poster boy with new respect for his cleverness that her husband surely did not share. Cloud was shocked.
"Thank you, Prompto." Cloud bowed, disgusted at himself for bowing to a demon, but his gratitude must be shown. "We will sort this mess out…"
Prompto nodded seriously. "Hey, Noct, lemme have a word with you."
Noctis glared at Cloud, who was edging near Tifa, but nodded reluctantly.
"What do you want?" Noctis hissed when they were alone.
Prompto grabbed the collar of Noctis's shirt and shoved him against the wall. "Listen, Noctis, you have to calm the fuck down when you're dealing with that Strife guy. I get the feeling that he isn't the retarded bastard that he looks like. And have you seen his abs? No wonder Tifa likes him."
"You've seen Strife without his shirt on?" Noctis's eyes were round in shock.
Prompto waved his hand impatiently. "Not important for now."
"For now?"
"Noctis! Did you hear what I said before you got distracted by Strife's abs?"
Noctis, still up against the wall, nodded. "Alright, I'll try my patience."
Prompto leaned into Noctis's hair. If someone was to walk in, they'd walk back out to Tifa to tell her that her husband is gay.
"Don't tell Tifa or Strife this, but you're going to Wales."
Noctis paled considerably. "No way."
Prompto closed his eyes, and leaned back. "Maybe it's time to make peace with her, Noctis. You can't keep shunning her like this…"
Noctis shook his head, in clear denial. "No. That was her fault, not mine. It was her decision, not mine!"
"It's been ten years, Noct, ancient history. Go call on her, try to be reasonably polite, introduce Tifa as your wife…" he trailed off.
"Yes, mom. I'll go visit her." Noctis promised half heartedly. "If I even know where she lives now."
"You will know when you need to." Prompto winked. "And I think we have kept the lady for long enough, yeah?"
Author's Note: The problem with Final Fantasy is that when you're writing it in class, people look at you like you've grown another head (like us). But for us, makes more sense with one head and two bodies, but I (Cin) don't want to have the same face as BM... she's too sexy for me, you know? ;D
