Again, this makes you wonder how old Vincent and Cloud really are… except I dragged Tifa into it this time. Hehe... they're so childish...

The Weather Is The Least of Your Worries

Cloud's back was against a thick tree, his hands clenched as much as they could into the bark. He tried looking around the tree. She was out there somewhere, waiting for him… waiting for him to come out of hiding. She probably had a hiding spot of her own, a pile of weapons at her side, ready to be flung at him.

Slowly, Cloud inched around the tree to see an empty lot before him. He scratched his head. There weren't that many places to hide… so where had she gone?

"Sucker!"

Cloud whirled around just in time to have a snowball slam into his face. He staggered backwards and brushed it off quickly to regain his vision. He saw Tifa running away, giggling madly. Cloud grinned and scooped up a handful of snow, forming it into his own deadly weapon. He darted after Tifa, who was much quicker than he was.

Unfortunately for Tifa, Cloud had a better arm.

Cloud brought his arm back behind his head and flung it forward, releasing the snow. Tifa squealed and blocked it with her arms, a red spot soon appearing where the snow hit. Cloud took the chance to dash forward and grab Tifa, bringing her down to the ground. He sat next to her and began tickling her, making her squirm and laugh like crazy.

"Surrender!"

"Never!" Tifa shrieked as Cloud tickled her even more furiously. He began to laugh too, just at the sight of Tifa in such a weak state. Not many knew the woman was ticklish, but damn it was funny when someone found out.

Surprising Cloud, Tifa wriggled away from Cloud's grasp and scrambled to her feet, running away. She laughed as she saw the look on Cloud's face, then turned her head to face forward. As soon as she did, she slammed into Vincent, both of them knocking over.

Cloud, who had started to get up, froze. Tifa gasped slightly and stared and Vincent. Vincent, with a no-longer-hyper woman lying on top of him, stared back contently. Tifa wasn't sure what to do… she couldn't even move, she was so embarrassed.

"Vince… I'm sorry… I didn't see you. Are you okay? I'm really sorr –" Tifa stopped. Cloud's eyes widened for a moment, then he burst into laughter. Vincent's mouth formed into a sly smile, then an actual grin.

Tifa's hair was covered in snow, and Vincent's hand was on top of it.

Tifa blinked several times, then growled playfully.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, hm, Vincent?" Vincent gently shoved Tifa off and stood up, holding out his hand. Tifa took it, but smirked as she brought her other hand to Vincent's cheek, hitting him with snow.

The three began a new battle, and no one stopped until Cloud finally realized how dark it was getting outside. He called to the other two, hoping they were near enough to hear him.

"Hey, guys! It's pretty dark… we should head inside. You can stay if you want, Tifa."

They came inside, wet and cold. Tifa immediately took dibs on the first shower and darted upstairs before either could stop her. Cloud took his jacket off and threw it on the coat hanger. Vincent did the same.

Cloud found his way to the couch and fell back into it, sighing as he did. He put one foot up on the couch and kept one foot down, his shoulders leaning against the arm of the couch. Vincent went to sit down as well, but stopped for a moment.

"I left my headband outside. I'll be right back."

Cloud nodded, his eyes closed. He heard the door open and shut, and he waited. Soon, he heard the door open and shut again. He listened as Vincent's footsteps became louder and let out a breath when he heard Vincent stop right next to him. He expected Vincent to lie down with him or something, but he heard or felt nothing.

Finally, he opened one eye, and just has he did he felt a ball of snow drop on his face. He sat up quickly, brushing it off and looked up. Vincent grinned at him and pointed to the side table on the other side of the couch. Vincent's headband was laying on it.