BACCCCCCCCCCCCCCK! R&R. Sorry for the delay.
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Tifa looked up at Cloud, he gaze boring into his. Uh-oh.
"Tifa?"
"Cloud, it wasn't Vincent."
"Are you sure, because you've been acting kind of-"
"Cloud Strife, I suggest you restrain yourself from voicing an opinion as you'll hurt her more."
"Me? Hurt Tifa? But she's my best friend-"
"No, Cloud, You left your friends for a memory."
"AERITH IS NOT, WILL NOT BE A MEMORY!" Cloud half-yelled, temper rising at being accused, being told what to do by another man, and being contradicted twice.
Tifa blinked.
Cloud looked away.
"So you're trying to resurrect her, and you'll go somewhere nice where the two of you will get married, have children, and leave Marlene, Denzel, and me to fend for ourselves?"
Cloud was still looking away.
"Well, good for you. But I'm letting you stay for her. Oh, and Denzel took a part-time job to help pay rent. Just thought you'd like to know. He's failing school. Marlene is trying to find out why this family is crashing down. But you know what, Cloud? I don't think you'll take care of her. I think you'll leave her too. And that'll be two families on your ruined list. The only time you can take responsibility is when it involves a sword, Cloud. So after this, you stay away from me."
Tifa said, slowly. Still staring at her former best friend.
Cloud looked back, frowning. "That isn't true. I will take care of Aerith, I love her." He stated quietly. "She's beautiful."
"Oh, so that's why you love her? You'll leave her. You left me."
"She's more b- is this it? You're just sore about me preferring her?"
"No, I'm stating that most girls on this planet are beautiful, Cloud, and that she'll eventually get old."
SLAP.
Cloud slapped Tifa.
CLOUD SLAPPED TIFA?!?
PUNCH.
Tifa punched Cloud! Go Tifa! Heheh, sorry Cloud.
I hope he doesn't resurrect me… I like it up here. I can narrate. Oh, well, I suppose Zack can do it.
Vincent moved between the two, pushing Cloud away from Tifa and gently restraining the latter.
"Stop."
You just had to do that, didn't you? Oh, I forgot, you like the girl.
I do not 'like' Tifa.
Sure. I believe you.
Tifa burst into tears again, automatically squeezing Vincent's hand.
Vincent's eyes widened slightly.
Cloud stalked up to his room, muttering colorful, creative swear words he had learned from Cid under his breath.
Short, but DRAMATIC! Who thinks I should make the second category drama?