Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII; Square Enix does. If I did… well, let's just say I think Cloud's prettier than the FF7 girls…

Notes: Based off of Case of Tifa info (damn you, Case of Tifa)... My power cable on my laptop broke, so I won't be able to update this week (considering I had planned to write another chapter today, I'm just a tad pissed).


I'm Sixteen in my Head

11. Helping Out

I suddenly have an urge to hit my head against something… Until I fall unconscious.

"Hey, Kid, are you going to move that beam or not?" One, I am not a kid… Note the sword beside me. Two, I've been moving things all day… And three, that includes moving that damn beam six times in the last hour.

I place a small smile on my face, as I look at the small round man in front of me. Why does he look familiar? Probably not important.

I bend down, and place my hands around the steel piece. I lift it up and move it where he directs. Ah, the joys of manual labor.

"A little to the left… More right… Back… Back… Back… Too far!" You want to die slowly, don't you?

"Cloud, we wanted to open a 'do everything' business, didn't we?"

No, Zack. I was too busy staring off into space to want anything.

"Kid, know where I could get some rope?"

Must not roll eyes… He can't help it. "Yeah, there's a girl by the fifth sector plate that has lots." I rub my sore arms.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"… Aren't you going to go get it?"

Blink.

Blink. Blink.

Snicker.

…. Grab stomach from excessive laughter. "Y-you want me… to—HA HA—go and get it for you? Oh, my—hehe!"

Must… Get… Oxygen…

Wiping a tear from my eye, a look up at the round man… He doesn't look very happy… If he tells Tifa, she'll scold me! Oh this is bad… "I'm right on it… How much do you need?"

"Half a meter."

………………………… And he can't get it, why?

… I hate being a delivery boy for everyone.


I set up another tent in the third sector slums… Why do these things always disappear in the morning?

"A moogle appears right at dawn and steals it…"

"Zack?"

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot."

"And you're the one caring on a conversation with me."

I shake my head, pushing him from my mind… I am truly losing it… Good thing no one—

"Cloud… Who were you talking to?"

Oh, crud… "N-no one, Tifa… I just messed up the tent; I'm an idiot." I turn to see her face.

An eyebrow is raised and she shakes her head. "I'm—"

"Ya'll are in for a treat!" Barret appears out of seemingly no where; Marlene close behind. He holds a heater and some fruit under either arm. Goody, we're not going to freeze or starve.

Marlene is swinging a jar back and forth. Please, tell me that isn't what I think it is…

"A cup'el Ah help'd wi'd der house, gabe me dis stuff… Fruits, a heat'ar, an' Corel Wine…"

It is… That girl is doomed.


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