Disclaimer: Yet again I have to claim (unfortunately) that FFIIV doesn't
belong to me. By my other disclaimers, you can see that I'm obsessed with
Sephiroth so I won't even go "Yes, even Sephi ::sigh::!" ~_~;;
A/N: I know production of the story is getting kinda fast, so I must be escaping this writer's block slump. Which, I promise, is better, for you will see more of my works. There was a murder of a little boy I knew, though. So please bare with me and any over dramatized work that I present in the next week. I'm in shock mode.
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"Spike ass, you a foo'! You got Teef in trouble. I swear when we fin' her, you dead! Wait, never min'. I'll jus' kill you now!" Barret exclaimed as Cloud opened the door.
He lunged at Cloud manically, but he swiftly sidestepped the huge man, but didn't throw back a smart alec comment like he usually did. Barret's face started to heat, but cooled down when his brain alerted him that Cloud had said nothing.
Barret nodded to Vincent, who was sitting on the bed, showing his acknowledgement and greeting. Vincent dipped his head in return as Yuffie came in.
She smiled, but said nothing.
Although somber, Yuffie was still a comical sight. She was dragging a huge suitcase about one forth of the bed Vincent was resting on. She smiled at Cloud, and then Vincent as two more bus boys dragged her next two suitcases in, using a great amount of energy, both of them bigger than the one she brought in.
Then, two more bus boys came into the room with two even bigger suitcases, struggling with what seemed to be a VERY heavy load, and the two more with even HEAVIER suitcases.
"Gosh, Yuffie! Did you bring your house?" Cloud exclaimed.
"No," Yuffie replied with a smirk upon her face, "Just a few things."
Cloud went up the door and quietly shut it. He whirled around to three expectant faces. Yuffie's chocolate eyes were eying the room with a mixture of disgust and tolerance, Vincent's cold rubies, stared into nothingness, and Barret's mahogany eyes, burning with the desire to kill Cloud.
Go figure, Cloud thought.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. So, Cloud strode over to the door and flung it open irritably to find another busboy holding the biggest suitcase Cloud had ever seen in his whole life.
With grunting effort, the man walked into the room.
"Last…. huff…suitcase for…. cough…Ms. Kisaragi." He grunted.
"Just put it in the corner." Yuffie replied dismissively.
He nodded miserably and trudged to the corner, He was doing semi- fine, until he approached, stumbling, the rug. As his foot caught the tassels, he started to go for a head first dive towards the floor. The suitcase went flying as well, except it flew out of the open balcony window. It flew well over the railing and the banging of its contents exploded in the full alleyway below.
Yuffie walked up to the man and helped him up. He smiled his thanks, but it quickly faded as he saw the look plastered to her face as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and backed him forcefully up against a wall.
"You bumbling idiot! That had a lot of valuables in it! Are you dumb or just very stupid?" she ranted, "That was my backup Walkman, and a lot of my most fashionable clothes. Now it's all gone! Who's gonna pay for it all! If no one does, I'll sue this hotel's pants off! Do you know who I am!? I'm Yuffie Kisaragi, daughter of the mayor of Wutai!"
Cloud never knew a man's face could turn into gratefulness, into indignation, to anger, fright, and even intelligence all in one minute.
"Mam, we could go down and retrieve your things. I'm sure your items are safe and if dirty, we can wash them." He replied angrily, tugging free his collar from her grip, but stayed backed up against the wall.
"Oh, oops."
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"In the spring, I'm leaving Nibelheim."
"All the boys are," Tifa replied sadly, " What are you going to do?"
Cloud stood up slowly, unsure if he should tell Tifa what he planned.
"I'm going to join SOLDIER. I'm gonna be as great as Sephiroth.
"Are you going to be in the newspaper?"
"Maybe."
"How about television?"
"Maybe."
"Cloud?"
"Yea?"
"Make me promise."
"Huh?"
"Make me a promise."
"Uh…okay."
"My knight will always come to save me when I'm in trouble."
"That's a promise?"
"Of course, silly!"
"Yeah, so what's this promise gotta do with me?"
"You're my knight!"
"Oh."
"Just promise me!"
"Uh…"
"PROMISE!"
"Okay!"
"Good."
"Uh…right."
"What was that?"
"Um, nothing."
"Cloud?"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!"
"Whatever!"
"No. I'm serious!"
"Tifa!" a voice called from a distance.
Tifa's head whirled in that direction, then back at Cloud. He smiled and nodded. She smiled and nodded back. She stood up and walked over to Cloud. She leaned on her toes as she gave him a peck on the cheek. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as she whispered in his ear.
"Remember, you promised." She said before she ran of in the darkness.
When she disappeared, Cloud gingerly touched the spot where Tifa's lips had come into contact with his skin, as a tingle ran up and down his spine.
"I'm never watching this cheek again." He whispered to himself as he walked away.
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"Tifa, wake up." Raina whispered, "Come on, wake up."
Tifa again was in a battle with her mind, whether to wake up to the loud, frighting world or to stay in the blissful, yet hurtful, childhood dreams. She fought for a couple of minutes, but the easy way out won and she slid back into her dreams.
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Please review if you get the chance. Flames are, of course welcome, but please put a reason why it sucked. By the way, thank you for all the reviews, they always cheer me up when I have a bad day, and quite frankly, I've been having a lot of those.
FireLily
A/N: I know production of the story is getting kinda fast, so I must be escaping this writer's block slump. Which, I promise, is better, for you will see more of my works. There was a murder of a little boy I knew, though. So please bare with me and any over dramatized work that I present in the next week. I'm in shock mode.
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"Spike ass, you a foo'! You got Teef in trouble. I swear when we fin' her, you dead! Wait, never min'. I'll jus' kill you now!" Barret exclaimed as Cloud opened the door.
He lunged at Cloud manically, but he swiftly sidestepped the huge man, but didn't throw back a smart alec comment like he usually did. Barret's face started to heat, but cooled down when his brain alerted him that Cloud had said nothing.
Barret nodded to Vincent, who was sitting on the bed, showing his acknowledgement and greeting. Vincent dipped his head in return as Yuffie came in.
She smiled, but said nothing.
Although somber, Yuffie was still a comical sight. She was dragging a huge suitcase about one forth of the bed Vincent was resting on. She smiled at Cloud, and then Vincent as two more bus boys dragged her next two suitcases in, using a great amount of energy, both of them bigger than the one she brought in.
Then, two more bus boys came into the room with two even bigger suitcases, struggling with what seemed to be a VERY heavy load, and the two more with even HEAVIER suitcases.
"Gosh, Yuffie! Did you bring your house?" Cloud exclaimed.
"No," Yuffie replied with a smirk upon her face, "Just a few things."
Cloud went up the door and quietly shut it. He whirled around to three expectant faces. Yuffie's chocolate eyes were eying the room with a mixture of disgust and tolerance, Vincent's cold rubies, stared into nothingness, and Barret's mahogany eyes, burning with the desire to kill Cloud.
Go figure, Cloud thought.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. So, Cloud strode over to the door and flung it open irritably to find another busboy holding the biggest suitcase Cloud had ever seen in his whole life.
With grunting effort, the man walked into the room.
"Last…. huff…suitcase for…. cough…Ms. Kisaragi." He grunted.
"Just put it in the corner." Yuffie replied dismissively.
He nodded miserably and trudged to the corner, He was doing semi- fine, until he approached, stumbling, the rug. As his foot caught the tassels, he started to go for a head first dive towards the floor. The suitcase went flying as well, except it flew out of the open balcony window. It flew well over the railing and the banging of its contents exploded in the full alleyway below.
Yuffie walked up to the man and helped him up. He smiled his thanks, but it quickly faded as he saw the look plastered to her face as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and backed him forcefully up against a wall.
"You bumbling idiot! That had a lot of valuables in it! Are you dumb or just very stupid?" she ranted, "That was my backup Walkman, and a lot of my most fashionable clothes. Now it's all gone! Who's gonna pay for it all! If no one does, I'll sue this hotel's pants off! Do you know who I am!? I'm Yuffie Kisaragi, daughter of the mayor of Wutai!"
Cloud never knew a man's face could turn into gratefulness, into indignation, to anger, fright, and even intelligence all in one minute.
"Mam, we could go down and retrieve your things. I'm sure your items are safe and if dirty, we can wash them." He replied angrily, tugging free his collar from her grip, but stayed backed up against the wall.
"Oh, oops."
* * *
"In the spring, I'm leaving Nibelheim."
"All the boys are," Tifa replied sadly, " What are you going to do?"
Cloud stood up slowly, unsure if he should tell Tifa what he planned.
"I'm going to join SOLDIER. I'm gonna be as great as Sephiroth.
"Are you going to be in the newspaper?"
"Maybe."
"How about television?"
"Maybe."
"Cloud?"
"Yea?"
"Make me promise."
"Huh?"
"Make me a promise."
"Uh…okay."
"My knight will always come to save me when I'm in trouble."
"That's a promise?"
"Of course, silly!"
"Yeah, so what's this promise gotta do with me?"
"You're my knight!"
"Oh."
"Just promise me!"
"Uh…"
"PROMISE!"
"Okay!"
"Good."
"Uh…right."
"What was that?"
"Um, nothing."
"Cloud?"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!"
"Whatever!"
"No. I'm serious!"
"Tifa!" a voice called from a distance.
Tifa's head whirled in that direction, then back at Cloud. He smiled and nodded. She smiled and nodded back. She stood up and walked over to Cloud. She leaned on her toes as she gave him a peck on the cheek. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as she whispered in his ear.
"Remember, you promised." She said before she ran of in the darkness.
When she disappeared, Cloud gingerly touched the spot where Tifa's lips had come into contact with his skin, as a tingle ran up and down his spine.
"I'm never watching this cheek again." He whispered to himself as he walked away.
* * *
"Tifa, wake up." Raina whispered, "Come on, wake up."
Tifa again was in a battle with her mind, whether to wake up to the loud, frighting world or to stay in the blissful, yet hurtful, childhood dreams. She fought for a couple of minutes, but the easy way out won and she slid back into her dreams.
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Please review if you get the chance. Flames are, of course welcome, but please put a reason why it sucked. By the way, thank you for all the reviews, they always cheer me up when I have a bad day, and quite frankly, I've been having a lot of those.
FireLily
