Note: To EmileeElectro, thanks for the review. I've had the idea of the Gothic-style wedding in my head for years, so I knew that I had to put that in the story. In fact, if you look closely, you can kind of tell the difference between the average chapters that I just put together and the really good ones that have been bouncing around in my head for months. Please, keep reading.

Just so you know, the hit total has now reached 2,500+. (Although most of that is because FanFiction starts you out at Chapter 1 before you can move to whatever chapter you want to read.) Bonus HitsDeceivingly Good.

Also, here's another clue about where this story is going: The setup I have of separating sections by using a line is not just for male/female perspective. It's also the perfect setup for a crossover.

Chapter Fourteen- How Much Is That Sword Innuendo, Doctor?

Never in her wildest dreams did Yuffie think that she would have found herself face to face with Sephiroth in a jail cell. To be quite honest, she was very surprised that he had not tried to break out. She remembered his words now as she walked into Midgar Square:

"I have no reason to escape. I know that I am innocent. If justice can not break me out, then I refuse to look guilty by running away from here."

Sephiroth had been evil, but he rarely had any use for lying. For Sephiroth to hide something would mean that he did not have the courage to face the consequences, which was never the case. Still, Yuffie knew that she couldn't take anything at face value. Word of mouth was becoming less important around Midgar recently, especially if the mouth that was speaking was the accused. 'But if he's innocent, then why doesn't he at least ask for someone to find the truth?'

Yuffie was more than anxious to get out of the jail and into town. Her marriage to Vincent was still fresh in everyone's mind, and her walk had an extra step in it. The ring on her finger might as well have been an energy source, because that's the effect that she felt it had.

On top of all that, Yuffie loved shopping. As she was looking around at the different stores, she became caught up in the moment. All around her, shops stood with products in the windows, just out of reach behind the glass. There was bread at the Bakery, books at the Library, mannequins at the Clothing Store, a Masamune at the Armory…

…Wait a second! Could that be…?

(…No, it couldn't be.)

Yuffie continued her shopping, and then headed back home.

From the diary of Yuffie Kisaragi:

May 6, 2008:

Today, I went to a magical theme park. As I approached its gates, I felt a warm shiver down my spine. It was a very hot day, and I began to sweat as I walked through the park. Everywhere I looked, I saw roller coasters of all shapes and sizes. There were big ones, small ones, tall ones and short ones. Some had twists, some had flips, and there were still others that took off like a rocket.

I felt like I was being led around by a strong force as I effortlessly made my way through the empty park. I began to feel that the force that was pulling me might have been a human, but I shut my eyes, wondering which glorious ride I would be destined for.

Suddenly, I felt the guiding hands stop, and I opened my eyes. The roller coaster that I was faced with was the longest one in the park. Oddly enough, I felt like time was beginning to run together. All of a sudden, I found myself in the line to get on the ride, and I had a very delicious banana in my mouth. I have no idea how it got there, but it tasted so very good. Before I could finish it, the banana disappeared.

I found it odd that there was no one waiting in line. It was as if this coaster was custom- made, just for me. When I sat down in the front seat, I noticed that there were no seat belts. Instead, the seat was designed to lock my body into place, so that I wouldn't be able to go anywhere. The seat that I had chosen was not a flat seat. There was a bump in the middle, and the forcefulness with which I had been secured into the seat pushed the bump against my body. As the coaster shot off out of the gate, it began to hop a bit, and the bump in the seat really started to make things pleasantly uncomfortable.

All of a sudden, the coaster made its way into a cave. The cave was very dark, so I shut my eyes again. Since there was little air in the cave, I began to sweat like crazy. Finally, I dared to look, and I did not see a light at the end of the tunnel. Apparently, the rest of the ride would take place in this cave. In the distance, I saw an end to the track, and I wondered how the coaster would be able to not wreck.

As the end of the track drew near, the seat restraints loosened, and the seat boosted me high into the air. As I was flying, I flailed my arms and legs madly. I thrashed and fought the air until I landed in water. As I floated to the surface, I discovered something odd: The water was not actually water at all. It was like a clear substance. At first, I thought that this was a lake of Jell-O, but I knew that couldn't be right. After all, Jell-O is not supposed to be sticky.

Three o'clock was always tea time with Tifa. Cloud had gotten very used to this over the years, and he could not remember a time in which she had ever missed a tea. In fact, it was almost imperative for the young fighter, since the afternoon tea was, as she said, 'A gateway into the evening'. So why wasn't Tifa fixing the tea yet? After all, it was 2:50 P.M.

Not known to be a worrier, Cloud didn't think much of it. 'Maybe she's busy. Perhaps she's resting. Heck, she might even be writing a new story.' Cloud removed the thought from his mind, and turned on the TV. The first interesting thing that Cloud turned to was the UEFA League Soccer Championships. He was a diehard Manchester United fan, and they were locked in a tight match with their rival, Arsenal. Unfortunately, it was a defensive game. After twenty minutes of scoreless soccer, Cloud finally decided to get up and check on Tifa.

When he entered Tifa's room, he was shocked at what he saw. Tifa was on the bed, convulsing. As far as Cloud knew, this was Tifa's first seizure. He called 911, and was told that an ambulance was on its way. As he hung up the phone, Cloud began to write the shortest verse in the bible of his existence: 'Cloud wept.'

Tifa did not regain full consciousness until she got to the hospital. Upon waking, she looked around and saw that she was dressed in a blue hospital gown. She was hooked up to an odd beeping machine, and she still had a headache. To make matters worse, there was a strange man at the foot of the bed. "What's happened?"

"Well, according to your boyfriend, you've had a seizure."

"What boyfriend?"

"The guy that helped to bring you here. You know, the one that looks he's wearing a chicken on his head."

"Oh, Cloud? He's my ex-husband. Who are you?"

"I am your doctor, and my name is Gregory House."