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Disclaimer: No FF7...;_; The song ish! "Rain" by Mai Yamane, of Cowboy Bebop...We love CB...Yes o.O...
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"I dunno, 'Lena. I feel kind of wierd. And this stuff smells..." Yuffie eyed her reflection in a mirror, cocking a brow. "Gawd...I feel so..." Yuffie scratched the back of her head, searching for the right word. "...GIRLY!" She pressed her hands to her face, dragging her eyes down in an expression of horror. "I mean...geez..." Yuffie scratched her arm, her right eye twitching in mortification at her clothes and appearance, particularly the lip gloss and decorative bangles clasped onto her wrists.
"You look good!" protested the blonde Turk. "You just have *no* taste." Elena grinned, sticking up one thumb and showing her approval. "Yep. I really am a master."
"No comment."
Yuffie wore a black, sleeveless top bearing a turtleneck design much similar to her green one, albeit it had a picture of a turtle wielding a jetpack on it (she thought that was kind of cool, though). Her khaki short shorts, formerly unbuttoned, had been taken out of the ensemble and replaced with a denim skirt--just as short, yet Yuffie hated it with a passion--and, near where it stopped, tan stockings ran down her thighs. On her feet were sneakers. Simple enough. Tied around her waist was a jacket--albeit she hardly found that necessary; why carry around clothes if you weren't going to wear them? And her short hair, albeit still let down, held streaks of dark green done by Elena herself.
"C'mon. I didn't do that bad a job, did I?" Elena asked worriedly, resting her head on the table.
"I guess not..." Yuffie responded slowly, though she was still holding her face as if silently pondering if it was a good idea to go through with this. "But excuuuse me for being disturbed." She prodded the hilights, wondering if they would come off through unconventional means.
A wolf whistle erupted somewhere in the corner, and immediatly Yuffie's fists clenched instinctively over the Conformer, a vein pulsating in her forehead.
"ECCHI!!!!!" Yuffie screamed, hurling the Conformer at Reno violently, in the hopes of decapitation. "DIIIIEEEEE!!!" Reno sweatdropped with no choice but to hit the floor, falling in a face-down position as he felt the shuriken fly just over the place where his stomach would be.
"C'mon babe, it was a compliment!" Reno grinned, scrambling to his feet and holding up his hands in a short surrender. "You look--"
"Stupid. Horrible. I know." Yuffie folded her arms, sneering at the Turk. Yuffie willed his firey doom--if looks could kill, Reno would've been a smoking pile of nothing on the metal floor. //Die, die, DIE--// "And don't say anything if you value the ability to make a woman pregnant." Elena chuckled at this, Reno throwing her a nasty look before resuming his half-intimidated, half-smug smile.
"You don't look half-bad. Really." Reno commented, trying to avoid death by angry Yuffie.
"You're just saying that so you won't die a horrible, painful death." The Shinobi folded her arms, though there was a slight hilight of pink on her face. "You're lucky Cloud is being kind enough to--"
Tifa burst into the Operations Room, her face appearing both pissed and emotionally wounded at the same time, breathing heavily with her hands twitching at her sides. She stalked almost painfully to a chair, her legs and hands shaking, and she fell into it, her hand on her temple and pushing some of her hair upwards. Slight sobs came from her form, her teeth gritted and tears dripping in rivulets down her cheeks.
I don't feel a thing
and I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments turned to hours
"Holy crap, Teef! You okay? What happened?! What whaaaat?!" Yuffie rushed to Tifa's side, stammering out her worries concerning Tifa's well-being. "Ohmigosh! You, you! Stop crying! What happened?"
"Jesus Christ," muttered Reno, an eyebrow mounted almost to his hairline and placing his hands in his pockets, cautiously looking to see the problem.
"God, what happened?" Elena inquired. It was wierd, seeing Elena do that--she had hardened since the death of Tseng. But she knew Rude liked Tifa quite a bit (//God knows why//), and if anything happened to her... Well, Elena cared about some people. Sometimes.
Tifa merely slammed her hand on the table in response, causing a large crack to form under her fist, and a flicker of something odd, similar to the glow of the eye of someone in SOLDIER, appeared in her eyes. But it vanished quickly, and without much notice. But Reno noticed. He shrugged and dismissed it, though it did linger in his mind shortly thereafter, as Vincent and Rufus stormed in with equal regard. Vincent immediatly sat across from Tifa, though he said little to nothing, and Rufus stood by Tifa. It was difficult for the ex-president to comprehend things like tears.
"Jeez! Vinnie, what the heck happened?!" Yuffie exclaimed, quickly taking a seat and patting Tifa rapidly on the shoulder. She glanced up at Vincent, her misty eyes filled with concern and curiosity. After a short second or two or silence, she exclaimed pleadingly, "C'mon, Vin, she's our freakin' friend too, and you know it!"
"...Cloud and Tifa had a slight...difference in choice..." Vincent slowly said, trying to explain it as best as he could without going outside his own limits of wanting to speak. "...he was...disagreeable." he finished at last, hoping *someone* would get the message. Watching Rufus's trigger finger tighten, he guessed that Rufus did. Yes siree. However, at the moment, Vincent had no desire to stop him.
Mother used to say
If you want, you'll find a way
Bet mother never danced through fire shower
Yuffie contemplated this for a second, then her eyes bugged out of her head.
"OH MY GOD! I'LL KILL HIM! THAT SPIKEY-HEADED ASS!" If she was rabid, Yuffie Kisaragi would've foamed at the mouth as she yanked her Conformer out of the wall and made a run for the door, only to be held back by Elena and Reno. "DEAAAATTTHHH! LET GO OF MEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Get a hold of yourself, Kisaragi!" Elena yelped as the Turks dragged her to a chair.
However, Rufus seemed to have the same ideals in mind as he made a start for the door, clutching his shotgun tightly in his palm--until he felt something grab his hand, halting his steps. Stunned and alarmed, he turned around to bitch at whoever was preventing him from unleashing his homicidal tendencies when he saw Tifa, grasping his hand with her palms and giving him a meaningful look, her head still lowered.
"Stay," she pleaded, tears rolling down her face and ignoring looks of awe thrown around. "Stay with me."
(Reno forced down laughter, though a grin was pulling up the side of his face only to be smacked upside the head by Elena and Yuffie. He raised a finger to pull down the twitching muscle on the side of his face.)
Dumbfounded, Rufus nodded slowly and dropped his shotgun, slowly returning to his previous position.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Is it right or is it wrong
and is it here that I belong
An awkward silence rang around, except for Reno tapping his fingers on the backside of a chair. Elena hit him again, and he gave her another nasty look before ceasing. Tifa had long since stopped sobbing, but tears silently fell down her face, holding her head with one hand as if trying to comprehend what she should do. The other was tightly clutching Rufus's hand--Rufus still looked quite confused, and Reno wanting to laugh at him.
I don't hear a sound
Silent faces in the ground
The quiet screams, but I refused to listen
Vincent sat there, just staring straight ahead and pretending he didn't exist, which was actually working pretty well, so he continued doing that--until Cloud, Mr. Antagonist himself walked in gingerly, pretending not to notice Rufus throwing him dirty looks and Rufus's hand held tightly in Tifa's.
"What do YOU want?" Yuffie demanded, purple-gray eyes glaring at Cloud. Tones of loathing and spite were clearly held in her voice.
"Tifa...I..." Cloud stammered slowly, eyes cast downward and toeing the floor gingerly. "I've...been a--"
"Jerk?" Yuffie suggested, eyes brightening.
"Asshole?" Reno tacked on, grinning.
"Loser?" Elena added, frowning.
"Yeah." Cloud responded, though giving them dirty looks. ".....Tifa....just..." He ignored the fact that Rufus was standing near Tifa, almost protectively. "...I'm sorry...for everything..." There was a moment of silence after the depths of the apology, as they awaited her final judgement.
If there is a hell
I'm sure this is how it smells
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't
"You should be--" Rufus started, but Tifa squeezed his hand and stood up gingerly, her legs trembling with the effort. She took a deep breath, and stood up straight, as if preparing to take off a cloak of lead off her shoulders.
"...I'm sorry everyone...and Rufus...I'm sorry..." she said slowly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She took a deep breath, then gazed up at the ceiling thoughtfully, wondering what to say. "Cloud...I love you...I will always love you, and I know you know..." she continued, toeing the ground. Rufus looked like he was stabbed in the forehead. "But," she added quickly, before anyone could say anything, "it...It's...just...not going to happen...okay?" She looked up at the ceiling. "Tell me to leave because I can't do anything...look for me, and fight off anyone who comes close..." she murmured to herself. "...what do you want from me?..."
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Am I right or am I wrong
and is it here that I belong
Cloud stayed silent, avoiding the gaze of all and staring at the ground. It seemed he had realized the folly in his steps and ways, but what would he do about it? He had probably lost her trust by now, anyway... To be honest, he was quite astonished at this admittance as well, but then he swore at himself for being so... Dense.
Rufus's head tilted down and to some left-right direction, as he usually did when suffering from silent discomposure. He contemplated things, but his musings didn't go unnoticed.
But Tifa sat back down, trying her best to be calm, still breathing heavily and face stained with tears, ignoring the awkward silence and gathering her thoughts. Noticably, she was trying to ignore Rufus and Cloud, who hovered in deafening silence as if awaiting something more to be said. She had nothing, however, and continued wiping her eyes as if something was forming there again and again.
Rufus finally took a seat, prompting some movement--Cloud nodded, finally, and stepped backwards out of the Operations Room, still gazing after them until the doors closed...and Rufus sighed loudly, slumping his head in his arms onto the table, his face monotonous as he stared straight ahead, focusing at some point in the wall. He was still quite perturbed.
Tifa was also deathly soundless, staring emptily at some point on the table in the realization that the tears wouldn't stop...allowing the salty water to form tiny puddles.
Breaking down, she unconciously tilted her head to the side, burying her face into Rufus's shoulder. He could feel tears falling onto his coat, dampening the sleeve, but it didn't much matter to the confused Shinra. His lips were pressed into a white line, wondering about many things--his right hand reaching over and gently stroking her face. Startled at his own audacity, he made a moment to retract his hand wondering what the HELL he was doing...Rufus Shinra had cut off all emotion since his mother died. This was just too damn ridicul--
Tifa grabbed his hand again in her own gloveless fingers--her hands looking thin and slightly frail without the Premium Heart. A stunned Rufus allowed her to do such, without refusal. Why was he doing this? Was he getting weaker in her presence? He sighed inwardly, rolling his eyes at himself and allowing her to place his hand back to its former, gentle position. Lost in thought, he allowed his palm to caress her face, continuing to wonder in amazement.
It was like that for a long time.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Why do I feel so alone
For some reason I think of home
Disclaimer: No FF7...;_; The song ish! "Rain" by Mai Yamane, of Cowboy Bebop...We love CB...Yes o.O...
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"I dunno, 'Lena. I feel kind of wierd. And this stuff smells..." Yuffie eyed her reflection in a mirror, cocking a brow. "Gawd...I feel so..." Yuffie scratched the back of her head, searching for the right word. "...GIRLY!" She pressed her hands to her face, dragging her eyes down in an expression of horror. "I mean...geez..." Yuffie scratched her arm, her right eye twitching in mortification at her clothes and appearance, particularly the lip gloss and decorative bangles clasped onto her wrists.
"You look good!" protested the blonde Turk. "You just have *no* taste." Elena grinned, sticking up one thumb and showing her approval. "Yep. I really am a master."
"No comment."
Yuffie wore a black, sleeveless top bearing a turtleneck design much similar to her green one, albeit it had a picture of a turtle wielding a jetpack on it (she thought that was kind of cool, though). Her khaki short shorts, formerly unbuttoned, had been taken out of the ensemble and replaced with a denim skirt--just as short, yet Yuffie hated it with a passion--and, near where it stopped, tan stockings ran down her thighs. On her feet were sneakers. Simple enough. Tied around her waist was a jacket--albeit she hardly found that necessary; why carry around clothes if you weren't going to wear them? And her short hair, albeit still let down, held streaks of dark green done by Elena herself.
"C'mon. I didn't do that bad a job, did I?" Elena asked worriedly, resting her head on the table.
"I guess not..." Yuffie responded slowly, though she was still holding her face as if silently pondering if it was a good idea to go through with this. "But excuuuse me for being disturbed." She prodded the hilights, wondering if they would come off through unconventional means.
A wolf whistle erupted somewhere in the corner, and immediatly Yuffie's fists clenched instinctively over the Conformer, a vein pulsating in her forehead.
"ECCHI!!!!!" Yuffie screamed, hurling the Conformer at Reno violently, in the hopes of decapitation. "DIIIIEEEEE!!!" Reno sweatdropped with no choice but to hit the floor, falling in a face-down position as he felt the shuriken fly just over the place where his stomach would be.
"C'mon babe, it was a compliment!" Reno grinned, scrambling to his feet and holding up his hands in a short surrender. "You look--"
"Stupid. Horrible. I know." Yuffie folded her arms, sneering at the Turk. Yuffie willed his firey doom--if looks could kill, Reno would've been a smoking pile of nothing on the metal floor. //Die, die, DIE--// "And don't say anything if you value the ability to make a woman pregnant." Elena chuckled at this, Reno throwing her a nasty look before resuming his half-intimidated, half-smug smile.
"You don't look half-bad. Really." Reno commented, trying to avoid death by angry Yuffie.
"You're just saying that so you won't die a horrible, painful death." The Shinobi folded her arms, though there was a slight hilight of pink on her face. "You're lucky Cloud is being kind enough to--"
Tifa burst into the Operations Room, her face appearing both pissed and emotionally wounded at the same time, breathing heavily with her hands twitching at her sides. She stalked almost painfully to a chair, her legs and hands shaking, and she fell into it, her hand on her temple and pushing some of her hair upwards. Slight sobs came from her form, her teeth gritted and tears dripping in rivulets down her cheeks.
I don't feel a thing
and I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments turned to hours
"Holy crap, Teef! You okay? What happened?! What whaaaat?!" Yuffie rushed to Tifa's side, stammering out her worries concerning Tifa's well-being. "Ohmigosh! You, you! Stop crying! What happened?"
"Jesus Christ," muttered Reno, an eyebrow mounted almost to his hairline and placing his hands in his pockets, cautiously looking to see the problem.
"God, what happened?" Elena inquired. It was wierd, seeing Elena do that--she had hardened since the death of Tseng. But she knew Rude liked Tifa quite a bit (//God knows why//), and if anything happened to her... Well, Elena cared about some people. Sometimes.
Tifa merely slammed her hand on the table in response, causing a large crack to form under her fist, and a flicker of something odd, similar to the glow of the eye of someone in SOLDIER, appeared in her eyes. But it vanished quickly, and without much notice. But Reno noticed. He shrugged and dismissed it, though it did linger in his mind shortly thereafter, as Vincent and Rufus stormed in with equal regard. Vincent immediatly sat across from Tifa, though he said little to nothing, and Rufus stood by Tifa. It was difficult for the ex-president to comprehend things like tears.
"Jeez! Vinnie, what the heck happened?!" Yuffie exclaimed, quickly taking a seat and patting Tifa rapidly on the shoulder. She glanced up at Vincent, her misty eyes filled with concern and curiosity. After a short second or two or silence, she exclaimed pleadingly, "C'mon, Vin, she's our freakin' friend too, and you know it!"
"...Cloud and Tifa had a slight...difference in choice..." Vincent slowly said, trying to explain it as best as he could without going outside his own limits of wanting to speak. "...he was...disagreeable." he finished at last, hoping *someone* would get the message. Watching Rufus's trigger finger tighten, he guessed that Rufus did. Yes siree. However, at the moment, Vincent had no desire to stop him.
Mother used to say
If you want, you'll find a way
Bet mother never danced through fire shower
Yuffie contemplated this for a second, then her eyes bugged out of her head.
"OH MY GOD! I'LL KILL HIM! THAT SPIKEY-HEADED ASS!" If she was rabid, Yuffie Kisaragi would've foamed at the mouth as she yanked her Conformer out of the wall and made a run for the door, only to be held back by Elena and Reno. "DEAAAATTTHHH! LET GO OF MEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Get a hold of yourself, Kisaragi!" Elena yelped as the Turks dragged her to a chair.
However, Rufus seemed to have the same ideals in mind as he made a start for the door, clutching his shotgun tightly in his palm--until he felt something grab his hand, halting his steps. Stunned and alarmed, he turned around to bitch at whoever was preventing him from unleashing his homicidal tendencies when he saw Tifa, grasping his hand with her palms and giving him a meaningful look, her head still lowered.
"Stay," she pleaded, tears rolling down her face and ignoring looks of awe thrown around. "Stay with me."
(Reno forced down laughter, though a grin was pulling up the side of his face only to be smacked upside the head by Elena and Yuffie. He raised a finger to pull down the twitching muscle on the side of his face.)
Dumbfounded, Rufus nodded slowly and dropped his shotgun, slowly returning to his previous position.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Is it right or is it wrong
and is it here that I belong
An awkward silence rang around, except for Reno tapping his fingers on the backside of a chair. Elena hit him again, and he gave her another nasty look before ceasing. Tifa had long since stopped sobbing, but tears silently fell down her face, holding her head with one hand as if trying to comprehend what she should do. The other was tightly clutching Rufus's hand--Rufus still looked quite confused, and Reno wanting to laugh at him.
I don't hear a sound
Silent faces in the ground
The quiet screams, but I refused to listen
Vincent sat there, just staring straight ahead and pretending he didn't exist, which was actually working pretty well, so he continued doing that--until Cloud, Mr. Antagonist himself walked in gingerly, pretending not to notice Rufus throwing him dirty looks and Rufus's hand held tightly in Tifa's.
"What do YOU want?" Yuffie demanded, purple-gray eyes glaring at Cloud. Tones of loathing and spite were clearly held in her voice.
"Tifa...I..." Cloud stammered slowly, eyes cast downward and toeing the floor gingerly. "I've...been a--"
"Jerk?" Yuffie suggested, eyes brightening.
"Asshole?" Reno tacked on, grinning.
"Loser?" Elena added, frowning.
"Yeah." Cloud responded, though giving them dirty looks. ".....Tifa....just..." He ignored the fact that Rufus was standing near Tifa, almost protectively. "...I'm sorry...for everything..." There was a moment of silence after the depths of the apology, as they awaited her final judgement.
If there is a hell
I'm sure this is how it smells
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't
"You should be--" Rufus started, but Tifa squeezed his hand and stood up gingerly, her legs trembling with the effort. She took a deep breath, and stood up straight, as if preparing to take off a cloak of lead off her shoulders.
"...I'm sorry everyone...and Rufus...I'm sorry..." she said slowly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She took a deep breath, then gazed up at the ceiling thoughtfully, wondering what to say. "Cloud...I love you...I will always love you, and I know you know..." she continued, toeing the ground. Rufus looked like he was stabbed in the forehead. "But," she added quickly, before anyone could say anything, "it...It's...just...not going to happen...okay?" She looked up at the ceiling. "Tell me to leave because I can't do anything...look for me, and fight off anyone who comes close..." she murmured to herself. "...what do you want from me?..."
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Am I right or am I wrong
and is it here that I belong
Cloud stayed silent, avoiding the gaze of all and staring at the ground. It seemed he had realized the folly in his steps and ways, but what would he do about it? He had probably lost her trust by now, anyway... To be honest, he was quite astonished at this admittance as well, but then he swore at himself for being so... Dense.
Rufus's head tilted down and to some left-right direction, as he usually did when suffering from silent discomposure. He contemplated things, but his musings didn't go unnoticed.
But Tifa sat back down, trying her best to be calm, still breathing heavily and face stained with tears, ignoring the awkward silence and gathering her thoughts. Noticably, she was trying to ignore Rufus and Cloud, who hovered in deafening silence as if awaiting something more to be said. She had nothing, however, and continued wiping her eyes as if something was forming there again and again.
Rufus finally took a seat, prompting some movement--Cloud nodded, finally, and stepped backwards out of the Operations Room, still gazing after them until the doors closed...and Rufus sighed loudly, slumping his head in his arms onto the table, his face monotonous as he stared straight ahead, focusing at some point in the wall. He was still quite perturbed.
Tifa was also deathly soundless, staring emptily at some point on the table in the realization that the tears wouldn't stop...allowing the salty water to form tiny puddles.
Breaking down, she unconciously tilted her head to the side, burying her face into Rufus's shoulder. He could feel tears falling onto his coat, dampening the sleeve, but it didn't much matter to the confused Shinra. His lips were pressed into a white line, wondering about many things--his right hand reaching over and gently stroking her face. Startled at his own audacity, he made a moment to retract his hand wondering what the HELL he was doing...Rufus Shinra had cut off all emotion since his mother died. This was just too damn ridicul--
Tifa grabbed his hand again in her own gloveless fingers--her hands looking thin and slightly frail without the Premium Heart. A stunned Rufus allowed her to do such, without refusal. Why was he doing this? Was he getting weaker in her presence? He sighed inwardly, rolling his eyes at himself and allowing her to place his hand back to its former, gentle position. Lost in thought, he allowed his palm to caress her face, continuing to wonder in amazement.
It was like that for a long time.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Why do I feel so alone
For some reason I think of home