Alo! I am back, and things are finally starting to get interesting! :) Again, thank you to my wonderfully awesome beta, CloudZen, and I do not own Final Fantasy at all...I wish I did, but I don't. So-yeap, it's short, but it has promise! :) Ok I'll stop talking so you can get on with your lives. Pwease review, with a sprinkle coated cherry on top!
Tifa sighed and looked around. Feeling restless, she decided to clean up a little bit but there was nothing to clean. Never in her life had Tifa met a man whose house did not look like a pig-sty, but then again she had not been to many houses that belonged to men. She sat down on the couch and nodded off into peaceful dream-less sleep.
Tifa woke up to the smell of bacon. She stood up and shuffled over to the kitchen. She tapped Cloud's shoulder causing him to turn around. "Where's the bathroom?" Cloud stared at her for a few seconds before realizing she asked him something.
"What?" Tifa repeated her question. He pointed to a door and she grabbed her bag before disappearing behind the door. Cloud sighed dreamily before whirling back to the bacon. He did not notice the out-turned handle, promptly knocking the frying pan to the ground. He groaned and picked up the pan. He forgot how hot it was and dropped the pan for the second time that day. He muttered a string of curses as he turned on the water faucet. He held his hand under the stream of cool water, grumbled to himself underneath his breath.
By the time Tifa had finished brushing her teeth and taking a shower, he had already cleaned up the mess. Cloud rummaged through the fridge looking for something else for them to eat, but he was out of food. "Do you mind if we go grocery shopping?" He asked her.
A bit confused about the missing bacon, she shook her head and plopped her bag by the couch after retrieving her wallet. "I'm ready whenever you are." Cloud looked down at his uniform. "Then let's get going." He plucked his keys off the counter and opened the door, waiting for Tifa to walk through the threshold. He closed and locked the door behind her and walked out to Fenrir. Tifa smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist but her moment of bliss was short-lived. The grocery store was a mere five minutes away. She quickly dismounted the motorcycle and waited for Cloud to turn around before disappearing into the store. Half an hour later, the pair walked out of the doors to the grocery shop, arms burdened with grocery bags. The comfortable silence was interrupted when they spotted three young silver-haired men leaning against Cloud's motorcycle. They were fiddling with their weapons like they were toys.
The one on the left, with long hair, twirled the two bladed pistols around his fingers, The one to the right, with short hair, had a mechanical gauntlet like object, and the one in the middle, clearly the leader, was looking over a twin-bladed sword. The leader loomed up and grinned. He flicked his wrist and pointed his sword at Tifa's throat. His words were cold and heavily coated with malice: "This girl must die."
The last two "paragraphs" were VERY heavily influenced by CloudZen, so...YEAH-A lot of credit goes to him. :) Good news- I already started writing chapter 4 and I should be getting on the computer this Saturday!
Bad News- I HAVE ALOT OF HOMEWORK! ^.^