Final Fantasy VII:
The Last Night Of Sadness
By Mitch Rourke
Chapter 2...
Red XIII appeared to be pondering this entire situation and how it could've been avoided and what it might bring in the future. Barret was looking around, as if searching for something. Tifa was standing in the same spot she was in when she entered, her mouth slightly open and her eyes appearing completely blank, she seemed to be in shock. Aeris…had moved to the corner of the room…and began crying.
"Aha! There it is!" Barret grabbed the glass mug that the man sitting at the counter was drinking beer from, and, with a great splash, poured it all over Cloud's face. "I was hopin' for some water, but that beer'll have to do. Is he wakin' up?…" He studied Cloud to see if he responded, but discovered it was to no effect. "Grr…Damn! He musta been real tired! This is your fault Tifa!" Aeris' sobs grew louder and more apparent as Barret continued his verbal assault against Tifa. "Ya had to make us walk all the back here from Nibelheim because ya found out they were sellin' that Choco/Mog Materia you been wantin'!"
Right then, a skinny old man appeared in the kitchen doorway, they assumed this was the "Bert" they've heard so much about. He seemed to be around the age of 52. The hair on his head was no more than an inch long and was entirely gray, except for a few white spots. Hair turned to shorter whiskers from what sideburns he had. The whiskers spread from one side of his head, onto his chin, and continued to the other side, also covering the area above his upper lip. He had on his hands rubber gardening gloves, and with them, he held a foot long pair of tongs that grasped a mug containing a somewhat thick, greenish-brownish liquid. Though, it actually had an appealing smell.
"Make way…Make way…" Bert suggested, showing very few signs of emotion, "Stand back. When he takes a drink of this stuff, he'll shoot up like a rocket." Bert tilted Cloud's head back and held his lower jaw open with one hand and poured a small amount of the liquid into Cloud's mouth with the other.
Rocketing up into a straight 90-degree angle, Cloud screamed, "HOLY SHIT! THAT WAS GREAT!," and grabbed the mug, drinking all that was left of it.
The group all had great looks of relief as they realized their leader was alright. Aeris had a different way of showing her relief, though.
Aeris took her hands away from her mouth, gave a short squeal of joy, and rushed over to Cloud. She placed her hands at each of Cloud's cheeks, pulling him up to her, and the two shared a long, passionate kiss. The feeling and love grew every second it went on, no one doubted that this was more than just a "I'm glad you're alright" kiss.
Lasting more than a minute, the kiss ended. Cloud gave the same response to it that he did the brew, "HOLY SHIT! THAT WAS GREAT!" His positive attitude soon changed as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He had seen…Tifa.
(I will suggest you listen to the song, "December" by the group, Collective Soul, in order to add greater ambience to the following situation. I will tell you, later on, in parentheses, when and (imagining) how to stop the song. I will do this with all other songs I request you listen too.)
Getting a better view of the young woman that had believed Cloud and herself were lovers, for so long, Cloud turned his head, baring upon his face a look of almost sarcastic guilt. Almost as if to say, "It wasn't my fault!" continued by a shrug of his shoulders.
Tifa had a look of anger, jealousy and depression on her face. Her skin turning deep red as the tears welled up in her eyes. She let out the great cry she was holding in, and ran out into the streets, away from the people that had hurt her.