Dark Secret
Disclaimer-I don't own FFVII.
A.N. – Here's another chappy for you!
I kind of didn't get much reviews on the last two chapters...three-four something. Tell me, is the story bad? I need to know because if that is so, I'll have to work harder on this. And obviously, those who have reviewed, I love you so much!(okay, even those who just read the story).
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Mr. Strife absent-mindedly stared outside the huge window that looked upto to the sleeping city. It was still quite early in the morning and everyone was sleeping except him.
He sighed heavily. He was getting old and his grandson was being difficult. He knew that Cloud was interested in business as much as Tifa, in short, no interest at all. But that didn't matter, he was going to take over the company. And as for making him go to France...he didn't know how. All he could do was force him to go , so he could take over the company. But that's the problem, how...?
Mr. Strife sighed again, but this time in tiredness. 'Maybe a little sleep will be of help...', he thought as he walked out of his chamber. He had been working on some papers all night and it had finally taken it's toll on him.
He rubbed his temple as he made his way through the grand hallways. He passed by many potraits and old paintings, but he barely looked at them. They had been there eversince he could remember, maybe even before he had been born.
He strode past Tifa's room and took a right turn towards the corridor to his room. Scratch. Mr. Strife halted his footsteps and trained his eyes on the bare tanned figure who was slowly and sleepily walking towards it's respective room.
"Oi, baka, what are you doing out here?"
Cloud stopped in his tracks and almost lousily turned around to face his grandfather. Cloud was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Last night had worn him out. He made out his grandfather's figure through his heavy eyelids, which was walking upto him.
Mr. Srife reached Cloud and immediately cringed and sniffed the air. It was something he hadn't smelt in thirty years. It was suspicious.
However, he asked again, "What are you doing out here this early? And with almost nothing on?"
Cloud rolled his eyes. Only his grandfather would call a PJ 'nothing'. "Well, incase you haven't noticed, its past 40 degrees!", he replied , turning to resume his way to his room.
"Hmmmnn ...why are you out anyway?", his grandfather interrupted again.
Cloud stopped. Why does his grandfather have to be so nosey? What shall he say? 'Quick, Strife, think of some thing! Quick!' Where had all those clever excuses gone to that he used when he was a kid?! He had to think fast, anything. He couldn't obviously tell him the truth, that'd be direct suicide. He couldn't tell that he went to the kitchen cause' it was on the other side of the house. He couldn't tell that he had gone for a nightly stroll as he was not in a attire fit for strolling around. God! Fuck this hairless old hag!
"Thinking of an excuse, I see.", his grandfather asked, knowing that his grandson would get all worked up and finally, maybe, spill out the truth.
Without thinking, a panicky Cloud uttered the first thing that came to his mind, "Iwasfuckingthehairlessoldhaginthekitchen!"
That slightly went wrong.
Cloud's eyes widened as soon as he said it and he was in his room in half a nano second, panting fast and hardly. 'Great, Strife, just GREAT!' Sometimes he wished why he even tried to think his way out of messes.
Meanwhile in the hallway, Mr. Strife didn't know whether to laugh or be angry at his grandson. Shrugging it off, Mr. Strife went to his room. Atleast, he found out that his grandson had been on a 'nightly tour'. With whom? That he didn't know, but as long as it was not one of the maids, it was none of his business. But again, who else can it be? The only females in the mansion were the maids and Tifa. Tifa, well, was not an option. She was Cloud's step sister, but still it was strictly against the society's regulations. And afterall, Cloud was smart enough not to do something this stupid.
With the heavy weight on his tired mind increasing, he let it go. He was tired and he needed rest.
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Three weeks(of Cloud's 'nightly tours' ) later...
"Okay, okay, I'll drop it. But really, you could have atleast told us before you just disappeared. I mean what girl would want to run away from a prom night, you're not even a geek!"
Tifa glared at her best friend. Sometimes having too caring bestfriends is just annoying. They start questioning you for the littlest of things.
Yuffie just shrugged at Tifa's glare, she was used to it.
After a while of just silence, Tifa and Yuffie took their ice cream from the man and resumed walking until they found a suitable place to sit. It was the same bench under the Sakura tree when Tifa had come with Cloud.
Sitting, Tifa smiled at the memory.
"What's with the stupid smile?", yuffie asked when she noticed Tifa smiling for no reason.
Tifa's face straightened, "Nothing, just a memory.", she answered, not really paying much attention to her bestfriend.
A sly smirk appeared on Yuffie's face, "A memory, huh? I wonder what."
Tifa's head shot to Yuffie's direction, "Yuffie! We just had ice cream and besides, I came here with Cloud.", she said urgently.
Yuffie seem to tower over Tifa as she said, "Ohoho! So, doing it with you're bro...I won't blame you, he is too hot to handle!"
Tifa turned all red. She would have been shocked at how Yuffie just said the truth without really thinking that it really was true, but she knew that Yuffie didn't know. There was no way anyone could find that out. Well, that's what she thought.
Regaining her composure, Tifa glared daggers at Yuffie, "He's my brother, and incase you didn't know, siblings don't do that kind of things!" Tifa winced at the thought that she should have been telling that to herself.
"Relax, I'm not dumb. I was just joking!", Yuffie defended.
Tifa just nodded and began licking the ice cream that had melted and was close to turn into a mess. A comfortable silence enveloped them as the two ate the ice cream..., that is until Yuffie heard a growl of pain.
It was Tifa. She was crouched on her knees with her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, the ice cream forgotten and lying on the ground.
Yuffie rushed to Tifa's side and knelt infront of her. "Tifa! Are you alright?", she asked. When she got no reply, but more muffled growls, she rested her hands on Tifa's shoulder, "Tifa! Tifa! What is it?", she aked. She knew that her friend was in pain, but she didn't know what was the reason, so there was nothing she could do.
Tifa let out a slight whimper, her face cringing, but it passed after a few seconds. Hearing Tifa regain her normal breathing, Yuffie helped her stand up and balance her.
"What was that about? Diarrhoea?", Yuffie asked as they settled back on the bench.
Tifa shook her head, "I don't know, may be."
Yuffie's expression turned to one of worry, "What if its something serious? You don't want it to become more serious than it already may be, its better if you get yourself checked, you know.", she said. She was really worried. She had seen people getting infected and due to ignorence, the infection spread and often killed the person. She surely didn't want anything like that to happen to Tifa.
Hearing Yuffie, Tifa laughed, "Come on, don't be such a worry-wart! It must be something I ate. You know me, I eat anything without a second thought.", she said, resting her hand on Yuffie's shoulder.
"But—."
"Yuffie! The ground stole my ice cream, I need another one!!", Tifa exclaimed, ignoring Yuffie and got up to get another ice cream.
Yuffie smiled at her stubborn friend. Maybe Tifa's right, it just must be something she had eaten.
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Later
Tifa entered the dark room and searched for the switch. Finally, her hand found it and she switch on the light. Tifa closed the door and stripped off her worn out clothes. Puting on her favourite blue nightdress, she collapsed on her bed, closing her eyes.
The day had been really tiring. First, she and Yuffie were late for class(because they had decided to have ice cream in the way to school), and then, they had to make fifteen rounds of the huge gym because they forgot to bring their gym clothes. To add to all that, Mr. Hajime sent Tifa to detention for not doing the assignment on time. Usually, in a day like this, she'd still have enough energy left to last two-three hours, but strangely, today she was feeling as if all her strength had been sucked out of her.
Feeling totally wasted, Tifa crashed on her bed. All she needed was a good sleep and she would be back to herself. Hoping so, she closed her heavy eyelids that had been begging to be closed all this time.
But it seemed that it was a 'Don't-let-Tifa-rest' day. Tifa sleepily tried to pry away the irritating fingers which were tugging at her shirt. And not to mention the hot puffs of breath that were brushing her neck. Tifa would have found this really arousing and fun, if not she was tired like hell right now.
When the fingers and the breaths didn't stop, Tifa opened her eyes and glared at her annoying brother, er lover, whatever. Cloud had a stupid smirk on. He noticed Tifa's glare and stopped 'irritating' her. Shifting from his place, he instead settled on hovering above her, weighing down on Tifa.
"What do you want?", Tifa snapped. She was really tired and she didn't need Cloud's stupid tactics right now.
Cloud smirked again, "I thought you'd know that by now...after all those...", he said, leaning closer to Tifa's face and finally, kissing her feverishly.
Tifa kissed him back with almost equal excitement but when she felt his hand roam her inner thigh, she pushed him back, breaking the kiss.
Cloud looked annoyed, "What is your problem?", he asked.
Tifa didn't glare at him, but instead her eyes softened to tiredness. She let out a sigh and said, "I'm tired and totally drained."
Cloud's expression also softened and he gently caressed her soft cheeks, "Its okay...,", he leaned in again and started kissing her neck gently, "I'll do the work, you just rest and relax. I'll won't be rough.", he said as he slowly began unbuttoning her shirt.
Tifa grabbed his wrists, stopping him, "Please, Cloud, lets do this some other time.", Tifa pleaded. She really didn't think she had even that much energy to do this. Besides, her eyes were getting heavy again.
Cloud got off from her and laid down beside her quietly. Tifa turned to him and said, "Cloud, I...I promise I'll be alright after a short rest."
Cloud looked at her calmly. Was he becoming so horny that he couldn't even spend a single day without having sex with her? Was that all their relationship was? No, it wasn't just that. It was about him, her and how much they loved each other. He didn't love her just for her body, he loved for who she was as a whole and because he just couldn't survive without her. No, he was not going to ruin this just because she didn't let him have his way with her.
Cloud smiled lovingly at Tifa and gave her quick kiss. "Tifa, you know that I love you.", he said and wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her head.
A small smile made it's way to Tifa's lips, "I know and I love you too.", she whispered before tiredness finally took over her and she fell asleep.
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"What do you want?"
"Nothing, but I'm here to enlighten you about certain...things."
"Feh! Enlighten me? What would a kid enlighten me about?"
"Sir, don't underestimate kids. They can do a lot. See for yourself..." He threw the black envelope on the desk between them.
The man slowly took the envelope and tore it open, dumping the now empty envelope in the bin. He returned his gaze back to the contents in his hand. Photos. He looked at the first photo closely and stiffened.
He slowly looked up at the young boy with a blank expression, his hands shaking in anger. He then looked at the next photo. It was much clearer and it confirmed his fear. Beads of sweat shone on his forehead, he laid down all the photos on the table and examined each and every one of them very closely looking for any sign that may prove that what he was seeing was fake, a lie.
He rummaged through the photos like a mad man. But he found none.
Plopping in his arm chair, he took out his hankerchief and cleaned his face off the sweat. Then he returned to the boy standing on the other side of the table. "You are not lieing, I see.", he said with a loud sigh.
The green eyed boy smirked. "As it is proved.", he said. He could feel the man's anger thick and strong in the room. His smirk widened. The angrier the better. People say revenge is sweet. Hell! He could already taste the sweetness now. Looks like he was going to have some fun.
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A.N. – So, how was it? If anything about the chapter confuses you, feel free to ask. I'll obviously answer you.And please, please, please, REVIEW!