In no time at all, I was on the dance floor. I found him almost instantly. His hands were all over some bleach- blonde bimbo, and his tongue was down her throat. Nothing in my life ever goes right. I walked right up to the 'happy couple', put my hands on my hips and stood there for a minute before interrupting them.

"Hi!" I yelled over the music. That got their attention. "Plan on explaining this to me, Louis?"

"Mon Dieu. Tifa, I-" He began to say something but was cut off by the bimbo.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked quite rudely.

I smirked. "I'm Tifa. I'm his wife, and the owner of this club," her jaw dropped "So, that means that you need to get your hands out of my husband's pants, and that fake body of yours out of my club right now, or you'll be dealing with me." That scared her to death, because she scurried off in a hurry.

"Tifa, bebe, I'm so sorry. I-"

"Doesn't matter, Louis. I'm goin' home. You can stay somewhere else, but you better get the hell away from me." I turned and was about to walk away when he grabbed my arm.

"Don't do 'dis to me, mon amour. I love you."

I jerked my arm away, and walked right out of the club. As soon as I found the valet, I grabbed my keys, and sped away. Apparently, Louis was right behind me on his motorcycle, because as I was unlocking the door to the house, he was right behind me begging for forgiveness. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and should've known something was going to happen.

"Don't touch me, you crazy son of a bitch!" I yelled while trying to get away from his grasp. We had ended up in the front parlor, from all of our struggling.

"Chere, forgive me! Please I-"

"Get out of my house, Louis! Everything you've told me was a lie. If you ever loved me you wouldn't have ran off and pulled some shit like this! I can't believe I actually believed that you loved me. After all of the things that you did in your past, I should've known that you weren't going to change!" I screamed at him, knowing that we never talked about his past. It was dark in the room, only the moonlight from the window lit it up.

"Chere..." he said in a warning tone, as he back away from me.

I wasn't going to back down that easily, so I stepped up to him. "Don't call me that, anymore. I should've known that you weren't going to change for me! I knew it! Why in the hell did I ever waste my feelings on you? You damn lying, son of a bitch!"

That's when it happend. It was like something in slow-motion. He brought his hand back, and slapped me hard across the face. Nobody that I have ever cared about has hit me. Normally, I would've hit back, but I was in total shock. He hit me so hard, that my head went to one side. I brought my hand up to my face, and I could feel the blood trickling down the side of my mouth.

"Oh Mon Dieu. Tifa-"

The lights flicked on, and there was a familiar figure sitting on the sofa. "That was the biggest mistake of your life, Cajun."

I turned my head as soon as I heard that voice. Louis was as shocked as I was. "Cloud?" was all I could manage to say, the look on his face terrified me.

"Tifa, go upstairs. Your husband and I are gonna have a little chat." Cloud said, while unsheathing his enormous sword.

"What in de hell are you doin' in my house, ya crazy bastard?" Louis asked. He was about as confused as I was. It's easy to say, that Cloud and Louis do not get along. Louis heard about the harsh words that Cloud had said to me in the past and he did not like it. Cloud just had something against Louis. I don't think it's jealousy, though, because let's not forget Cloud Strife would never be able to love a person like me.

His eyes were a dangerous dark blue. It reminded me of an ocean in the middle of a storm. He smiled dangerously at my husband, never taking his eyes off of him, Cloud said, "Tifa, go upstairs, now."

"Why? Just who in the hell are you to tell me what to do, Cloud? Why are you even in our house?" I practically screamed at him. I was about to attack the blue-eyed warrior, when my husband surprised me.

"Go upstairs, chere. Ain't nothin' 'gone happen down here." He looked at me, while popping his knuckles. Louis is very strong, and a damn good fighter. To be honest with you, I don't know who would win if he and Cloud were matched against each other.

As shocked as I was, I turned and walked away from the parlor. My feet and my brain seemed to not be working on the same level. I realized that when I stopped on the top of the stairs and sat down, so I could hear what they were saying. First I heard Louis' voice.

"Why're ya here, Strife? Haven't ya made 'er unhappy enough?" Louis said coldly. My husband was not one to make mad, and neither was Cloud Strife.

"I was here to check up on Tifa, but nobody was home, so I let myself in because the door was unlocked. But now, I see that we have a whole different problem, because you laid a hand on her. Remember when I made you swear to me that you'd never lay a hand on her, LeBeau?"

"I didn'-"

"I don't care whether you meant it or not. You hit her. You will never hit her, not while I'm around. I'd kill you if I could, but since you ARE Tif's husband, I won't. I suggest you pack up your shit and leave the damn house for a while. Go off and do what it is you have to. You might need to figure out if you're ready to give up your old lifestyle for her, LeBeau."

I was in absolute shock. Who in the hell does he think he is? He's tryin' to run my life! He practically has already THROWN my husband out of our house!

"I know wha' I did was wrong-"

"No, Louis, you don't. If you did, you would've never done this in the first place." Apparently that got to Louis, because before I knew it, he exited the parlor, and looked right at me sitting on the stairs. He approached me, and gave me a long kiss on the lips. "I love you chere, but 'dis is some'tin dat I gotta do. I'll be back home b'fore ya know it." And with that whispered into my ears, he turned and walked out the house.