Chapter 12

A mysterious, bold male figure, thought to himself, as he listened to the conversation flowing into the room from Cloud and Tifa's disputation that had started that morning. He thought about at how much you can change in one day by just seeing a little part of your past. Only to let that part change your whole entire way of thinking, acting, and most critical of all, communication between those of whom who knew you as the guy at the present. Instead of those of whom who knew you as the man from the past, which is the man you still wished yourself to be, but only that one part could change your way of thinking to become that man.

Reading away at a large cover bound book, Vincent sat silently in the living room, wondering through thoughts and questions of Aeris. When he read a book, he'd be able to read with no problems at all, but with Aeris in the picture now, he found her quite distracting because he couldn't seem to shun away questions and thoughts that kept flooding into his mind about her.

"Cloud." Tifa spoke out for all to hear as she eyed Cloud angrily.

"Aeris?" Cloud asked, handing her the picture while completely ignoring Tifa.

Aeris kept silent, afraid to cut into the fight between Tifa and Cloud that she could sense very easily. She was already getting enough of the cold shoulder from Tifa as it was, and she really didn't want to make more of an enemy with her.

"It's terrible when you can't remember your past... Maybe this picture will help," Cloud commented, keeping his eyes on Aeris the whole time, not wanting to see the sort of face Tifa could be conjuring at this very moment.

"OH!! Give it up Cloud, can't you see she wants to be left alone?" Tifa whispered harshly, pushing him playfully out of the doorway of the bathroom.

"Tifa? Since when could you read minds?" Cloud smiled, grabbing her arms to pull them away. The angered fighter turned away from Cloud to face Aeris, her hands still placed firmly against his chest, "Don't you want to be left alone?" It was more of a command then it was a question, and Aeris knew it. Why is Cloud acting like that? Poor woman...

The young Cetra looked down at Tifa's boots, then answered quite honestly, "... Yes..."

The rough combatant smirked up at Cloud's face in victory, "Told you."

"Well, if you ask her that way-"

"Cloud, she'll be out in a minute. You can wait until then to question her."

"Tifa stop." Cloud commanded, his voice heightening with signs of annoyance and anger.

"Don't give me that Cloud. You can wait, just like you made me wait when you first tried to regain all your memory." With that said, the dark haired beauty swirled around and stepped into the bathroom. Before closing the door to shut Cloud out, she smirked, waving for him to leave with her left hand, showing him that victory was hers. She won.

"Tsk... Tifa-" Cloud grinned, chuckling silently to himself. Little prick... She is cute when she gets jealous... a little scary too... heh... but that's what makes her who she is...

The distraught rebel rested against the door for a moment, her hands placed up high, her shoulders back and her head bent low, trying to release all of her pressures through deep sighs. She turned slowly to face the bewildered brunette, whom was frozen like a statue in the corner of the room. "Cloud is such a silly guy. Doesn't he just make you laugh?" Tifa looked to her side, then slid her fingers through her bangs to make them slide back behind her pony tail. She came forward and picked up a brush off the counter, and motioned Aeris to come in front of the mirror. "Do you mind if I ask you questions? You can be perfectly honest... And if you'd like, you can ask me questions also..." Tifa grabbed Aeris's hair, with hopes of layering it into a beautiful, breath-taking style.

"No... I don't mind." Aeris replied hesitantly, with no truth behind her words what so ever.

"Nice... I was really wondering, you know, with Cloud being my boyfriend and all? What exactly did Cloud do when I left the room?" The tanned woman quarried with a bit of a smile dancing on her cherry lips.

"... Eh..." Aeris began, very uncomfortable with such a question, and very displeased with the answer she knew was expected from such as somebody who had the right to know... Such as somebody like Tifa.