Note: Pro-Game as usual. None of the characters,
towns, objects belong to me, except John. This
one is weird and I have no idea where it's heading.
Please bear with me. Thanks. 6-18-01
This is a really rough draft. Watch out. :)
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Chapter Two: Encounter

Cloud swung his duffle bag behind his shoulder
as he walked off the carpet stairs that they had
placed just for him.

"Mr. Strife," the captain had said in such a genuine
tone, his grubby hands rubbing together, creating
quiet sissing sounds from the rubbing of rough skin,
"Please do enjoy your trip! We enjoyed serving
you."

Of course, he smiled rather kindly in return, and
trotted off the ship. But as soon he turned around, he
saw the same man scraming the poorer passengers
off the ship. Screaming at their slowness.

After sighing, he walked a bit longer, and soon found
himself in the busy streets of Junon.

His mind wondered aimlessly towards his mission. There
were no real reasons why the government really wanted
the bar to be removed, but only because the people who
had the same occupations had complained about the noise
it created, saying that it bothered their customers.

Cloud shook his head and knew what that meant.

Translation: They were jealous of the bar's success and
wanted it to be taken out or else they won't be making
any goddamn gils.

He wondered if saving humans and the planet
was right after all. As much as he hated to admit it,
humans were ugly. Always so goddamn selfish! When would
they ever learn to help one another and really put the
golden rule to use?

Sighing, he pulled up the crumpled piece of paper that
John had given to him before he left.

"Winston Street number two six three..." He muttered
with frustration as he couldn't find the hotel where he was
supposed to stay in. "Goddamnit!" He called in frustration.
Cloud pondered if he should go ask around about it, but his
pride wouldn't allow him to suffer like that. Heck, he saved
this world, how is he supposed to swallow down the pride and
tell people that he couldn't even find a hotel.

His blue eyes swam around, hoping to find someone who didn't
look like they would notice whom he was. But already he could
feel multiple sets of eyes lingering freely on him. He could hear
loud whispers of his name, the childish giggles from young female
teenagers, and definitely a few dirty looks from their male
companions.

Quite ego boosting, but that's not what he needed right now.

He really could use some help here. But if he asked the girls in
the group, they'd definitely take it the wrong way. Heck, who asks
random girls for hotels? Cloud was far from being a pimp.

And if he did ask the guys, they'd probably laugh their ass off.
He could already hear them say, "WHAT, BIG SAVIOR OF THE WORLD
CAN'T FIND A HOTEL NOW?"

God! He weaved a sigh and shook his head, it's really not that
great to be famous and all in a situation like this.. He was not
looking forward to this trip, everything seems to be going wrong,
he desperately needed something to lighten this all up. There were
three things that he needed to accomplish in this annoying trip
that John had organized for him.

First, to find this goddamn hotel and frigging check in, so he
doesn't end up sleeping in the streets like the homeless. Secondly,
he needs to get to that successful bar and tell them that they had
to close it just because people were jealous of them.

What's he supposed to say them?

Sorry, you can't work here because you're too superior for them,
the government would like to suggest you to move in to another city,
or town.

Bull shit. Lastly, he wanted to get home as soon as possible,
he wanted to get out of this unfamiliar city that he did not belong
to.

Damnit! He can't even get the first thing on his list done!

Again, he looked around, desperately trying one last time to
find someone who didn't have his or her eyes on him already,
but of course, with his luck, he tried to no avail.

"Um..." He heard a hesitant tone behind him, Cloud almost wanted
to dig a hole and jump in, he wished with every muscle in his body that
it wasn't someone that's going to jump all over him squealing and
screaming. "Excuse me." A gentle hand laid itself on his shoulder
and tapped lightly.

Okay, so it's not a crazy mad fangirl...

After pulling a fake smile across his features, he turned around,
ready to face any fan or whatever this girl may be. But he blinked
and gasped when he realized who the owner of the voice was.

"T-Tifa..?"


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Note:
Argh! I'm really sorry. While I was writing this jazz, it was in
the middle of my finals... so obviously, I was more then a bit
stressed. I guess it was reasonable that I got a bit stuck. The
story wouldn't play out the way I had imagined before the night
of my Physics exam.
Ack. I really do hate my Physics teacher.
For those who waited and checked, I'm terribly sorry.

July 17th -
Hey there, I tried uploading when I got home, but my computer was
being a ... ahem... when uploading files, so I couldn't upload
it until today.

I'm not going to make a promise that I can't keep, so I'm just say
that I THINK the next few parts are going to come out rather quickly.

Thank you for reading.
Drop me an email if you got some ideas for where *you think* this
story should head.


shooieluvsu@hotmail.com

-Chi