The bar was dark that night, no sound was heard except the noise made in the back room and the silent push of the front door opening.

The woman in the back room was washing dishes, she thought of the many people who had come inside earlier today, and wondered where her friends were. She didn't even hear the door to the back room open.

The girl he remembered working with so long ago. The team had separated months, maybe even years passed, but was not one with time. He was one with memories, and the only memories he had was of her, the owner of a bar, stuck in the middle of the Slums.

She felt a presence in the room with her. Thoughts of Aeris crowded her head as she began to relive her untimely death. Tifa shook her head. Aeris was dead and nothing could make her live again. But she could only hope the presence she felt among her was a sister, and not a foe.

Vincent looked down at Tifa from the ceiling. 'I have made this mistake before, and since then I have not been able to get over it. Tonight, Vincent, your angel will be yours.'

Tifa had heard the swish of a cape behind her but only looked back in fear that it was the image of a long dead foe, she would not have done this if she had known it was an old friend. And chances were, she would not have done this if she had known it was an old friend thinking intimate thoughts.

"Long time no see." Vincent looked down in her red eyes. Red eyes like his, but eyes that still shone with life.

She remembered the glow in his eyes that she never forgot, and how she would have reached to touch him if he had let her. She remembered how long ago she felt this, and she found out she felt no different. "We lost all contact of you since the team split. We was wondering how you're doing. I mean.. I was wondering how you were doing." Tifa looked back into the eyes that looked like her own.

"I've been wondering how you are myself." He had not idea what this night would lead to but he did have an intention of finding out.

Tifa looked down. "We really cared about you.. I mean care about you, we got worried when we lost contact." She stopped and bit her lip. "I mean I got worried when we lost contact."

He looked at her. 'She's beautiful. An Angel in the darkness of the Slums. If I could just touch her.'

Tifa trusted this man, she had fought beside him so many years ago. He even helped the team kill Sephiroth. She could still remember all the moments when he was there, all those moments she wasted. Slowly she lifted her hands up to his face.

For a while two red eyes stood in the dark staring at each other and not knowing what time was to pass. Until the silence was broken by more than Vincent's voice.

Vincent placed his eyes over his metal hand, which was already playing with Tifa's shirt, that began to slid up her body. "I could say the same, and mean it more than you would think." She looked up into his eyes of a different world before her own eyes closed, and didn't open them until morning. Only because she could make the way to her bedroom, and she did this, in the dark.