"Come on Riffter."
"Blade baby, I said no."
"…You call me baby one more time, I'll put a hole in your head."
"You set your self up for that. Riffter. Ugh."
"I don't care about the damn name. Please Rif, I need this."
"I am not, I repeat, not, doing it Blade."
"I don't like parties. You go instead."
"Yeah. sure. That'll go over well babe. And if some guy gets to drunk to realize he's pinching my ass, and I am male what do I do?"
"Kill him for all I care! I just don't want to go."
"You got us this little gig, you told me flat out this was going to be yours. You do it yourself sweetie, for I am not doing it for you. You kill the damn bastards. I wont have them playing with me."
"Oh, Rif. You'd enjoy it."
"Your sick. You really are."
"Baby, why are you doing this?"
"Money. Why else?"
They walked along the grimy streets of the once slums of Midgar. Though many people lived up on the plates, some remained under them. Rif and Blade's apartment happened to be under these large slices. Many bars, gangs, druggies, and such inhabited these bare streets. A few monsters snuck in every now and then, but not often enough to cause to much trouble.
"You realize your going after a childhood friend," Rif ran in front of his friend, walking backwards so as to look into her eyes. That was a mistake on his part, for not only was Iris Blade smiling, but her eyes seemed to gleam with excitement.
"Ohhh, of course," She turned down a side street, and Rif ran to catch up with her. "Of course I know. It is called payback Rif. Payback, and job. I want nothing more of my past life, and he's the only black remaining."
"Your mad!" Rif explained, grabbing her wrist. Blade yanked from his grip.
"Rif, what has gotten into you? Yesterday you couldn't wait to get at Hopes leader, and now you want to flee the city." She didn't look at him, but she didn't need to. Her voice chilled him, causing him to pause in his step.
"Blade, I don't want you to do this. I am worried about you darling, please. Let me handle this."
"Sorry, you wouldn't be able to."
He sighed, watching the back of Blades head. The night before her black hair had pulled into many braids which bounced with each step. Her hair had been as long as his, falling to the middle of her back. Now it was short, cut bellow the ears in a jagged, choppy manner. He wished she would stop moving. Stop walking.
"Ivy Vine Sky happened to be a young woman who Mr. Strife used to know, and live with."
"Before or after he lived with you?"
"Before. He claimed that I looked much like her. If we are lucky, we can convince someone that I am Ivy Sky. We get in, see him, kill him, and get out. Its simple as that."
'You truly have gone mad…' Rif thought, eyes soft as he watched her. She was hiding something. There was something locked under that was crying for her to stop this. He needed to help it.
"Babe, we have the money. We have enough to put us into the right direction. We can move to Costa Del Sol. Have a few kids, send them to school. We'd leave them enough to put their affairs in order when we die. There is no need for more. We aren't that far into the city that we cant leave before nightfall and reach the swamp."
"One: I'll never have children with you. Two, I'll never have children. Three, we are doing this job so as not to let a number of people down. Throw Midgar into a tizzy. And Four: No Costa Del Sol."
'That was useless'.
"Darling, please?"
"Last, if you call me darling," She tapped her hip, where a gun hung in hiding under her jacket. "I'll put a hole through your head."
The scary thing was, at that moment, Rif believe she would.