Chapter Two:
Alley Way Rumors
Tifa came trotting outside in her usual attire companied by a jacket. "And why the jacket? Your already under dressed!" giggled Yuffie happily. "What do you want?" Tifa lit up a cigarette and sat against the brick wall in the alley outside her bar. "Its about Aerith." Tifa immediately looked up. "She's actually alive! I saw her Tifa! She's back, at the church. But that's not all, she's with none other then." "Sephiroth." Interrupted Tifa. "How did you know?!" exclaimed a Yuffie. "It's a rumor, a cheap rumor. I've heard it from enough people already. There DEAD Yuffie." "No there not!" "I'm leaving." Tifa stood up straight, and started her way home. "If you need me, I'll be at her old house!" Tifa kept walking not looking back.
"I'm so tired of these rumors." She thought. "There sick, and dishonoring poor, POOR Aerith!" she chuckled to her self. The hate for Aerith she had only grew over the last year. She hated her for taking Clouds love. She hated her for being so sweet. She hated her for being perfect.
She walked inside her home, glanced around at the emptiness. A refrigerator; a stove; and a bed. Not much, but its all she had other then her bar. She locked the door, and laid on the bed. "Aerith and Sephiroth, returned?" she thought. "Why would they be together." She rolled over. "I'm acting like this is real." And she fell into her deep sleep.
The next day on her way to work, it was raining and cold. She ran through the alleys and streets as fast as possible, passing the alley to Aerith's home. When she glanced to the side, she saw Aerith's deep eyes "What the hell?!" she fell backwards to the ground, slipping in a mud puddle. She sat there a second. "I'm really losing my mind." She said to her self. "No your not!" said a cheerful voice, she looked up and it was Yuffie. "God, so you really are staying at her house." She said in a strained voice as she picked her self up. "Follow me." Said Yuffie. "No. I have to go." "Tifa, please, I have something I need to show you, about Aerith." "But---" it was to late, Yuffie had already grabbed her and lead her to Aerith's lovely old home. "It's still so beautiful. I'm surprised it hasn't all been destroyed."
Yuffie lead her to the patch of flowers, and pushed her to sit. "Not so rough!" yelled Tifa, but no response from Yuffie. Suddenly, she collapsed. "Yuffie?!" Tifa reached over and tried to shake her. "Huh.?" Yuffie sat up, looking around helplessly. "I'm sorry. that happens often." she gave her the usual smile.
Alley Way Rumors
Tifa came trotting outside in her usual attire companied by a jacket. "And why the jacket? Your already under dressed!" giggled Yuffie happily. "What do you want?" Tifa lit up a cigarette and sat against the brick wall in the alley outside her bar. "Its about Aerith." Tifa immediately looked up. "She's actually alive! I saw her Tifa! She's back, at the church. But that's not all, she's with none other then." "Sephiroth." Interrupted Tifa. "How did you know?!" exclaimed a Yuffie. "It's a rumor, a cheap rumor. I've heard it from enough people already. There DEAD Yuffie." "No there not!" "I'm leaving." Tifa stood up straight, and started her way home. "If you need me, I'll be at her old house!" Tifa kept walking not looking back.
"I'm so tired of these rumors." She thought. "There sick, and dishonoring poor, POOR Aerith!" she chuckled to her self. The hate for Aerith she had only grew over the last year. She hated her for taking Clouds love. She hated her for being so sweet. She hated her for being perfect.
She walked inside her home, glanced around at the emptiness. A refrigerator; a stove; and a bed. Not much, but its all she had other then her bar. She locked the door, and laid on the bed. "Aerith and Sephiroth, returned?" she thought. "Why would they be together." She rolled over. "I'm acting like this is real." And she fell into her deep sleep.
The next day on her way to work, it was raining and cold. She ran through the alleys and streets as fast as possible, passing the alley to Aerith's home. When she glanced to the side, she saw Aerith's deep eyes "What the hell?!" she fell backwards to the ground, slipping in a mud puddle. She sat there a second. "I'm really losing my mind." She said to her self. "No your not!" said a cheerful voice, she looked up and it was Yuffie. "God, so you really are staying at her house." She said in a strained voice as she picked her self up. "Follow me." Said Yuffie. "No. I have to go." "Tifa, please, I have something I need to show you, about Aerith." "But---" it was to late, Yuffie had already grabbed her and lead her to Aerith's lovely old home. "It's still so beautiful. I'm surprised it hasn't all been destroyed."
Yuffie lead her to the patch of flowers, and pushed her to sit. "Not so rough!" yelled Tifa, but no response from Yuffie. Suddenly, she collapsed. "Yuffie?!" Tifa reached over and tried to shake her. "Huh.?" Yuffie sat up, looking around helplessly. "I'm sorry. that happens often." she gave her the usual smile.