"Did he hurt you?"

"You knocked him out…"

"Blade? Answer me. Are you alright?"

"No…"

"Shit. What'd he do?"

"No…you killed him. Rif, you killed our client!"

"Fuck him. What did he do?"

"Its only a scratch Rif. You killed him."

"Another body to bury in the back yard. Lemme see your hand."

"We don't have a back yard!"

"Another reason we should move to Costa Del Sol, buy a house, and have some kids. Gimme your- hand. THAT is not a "scratch" Blade!"

"Let go of me Rif, I'm alright. No Costa Del Sol. NO materia. What are we going to do with him?!"

"Oh, hide his fat ass in the wall for all I care. STAY here. I'm getting cure."

"I'm not hiding a body in the wall!"

"would you shut up, someone might hear you."

"They should! And I can ma-"

"Fuck. Ow. What the hell was that for?!"

"For your wandering hands in search of other bruises that don't exist. And don't kiss me again to shut me up. Just kill me like you did him."

"…You're the most screwed up woman I have ever met."

"I don't kill people because of scratches."

"…"

"Ugh…Where are we?"

No answer. He rubbed his head as he sat up, looking around. The room was dark, but his mako eyes could make out the shapes of a table, desk, and another bed. "Blade?"

No reply. He shook his head, frowning. His hand went to his chest, where a gash was slowly healing naturally. He knew cure materia had been used on him though, or something like cure. Their was very little pain.

"Sweat heart?"

Nothing hit him. 'Fuck, where is she?' He pushed himself from the bed, having found himself to be covered by thick blankets. The more he moved the more he knew his clothing had been changed to. Had some freak given him a bath as well? Maybe just washed him up a little. He felt a bit cleaner.

He shivered. He didn't want to know what went on. He just wanted to find Blade.

He could hear voices coming from somewhere. There was probably a door. Or maybe a trap door or maybe-

The wall rippled, blue light consuming it. Rif's eyes widened and he stumbled back, falling onto the bed. He had seen materia do some weird things, but nothing like this before.

From outside the wall, or what Rif assumed was an outside, came the form of two figures. One was thin, almost wiry, tall and fair. The other was more blocky, but about Rif's height and well over Rif's weight he assumed.

The wall was like jelly, or a sort of odd, melting mold. The people stepped through what was once a sheet rock slab, pulling the rock with them as they came. Slowly it pulled from their bodies, gently falling back into the simple, innocent, look it held before the men appeared. It stayed blue, though. Rif assumed one of these men controlled it.

"Your awake. Wonderful. We had expected you to awake earlier, but apparently Cloud Strife wore you down quite hard. We feared the worst for you."

"Wh-who are you?" Rif asked, eyes studying the men. He could only see a blurry image of them in this room of little lighting.

As if answering his thoughts, the man laughed and light flooded from his hands.

"Are you telling me you don't remember? The same in it. Ah, all well."

He walked to the other side of the room, his pony tail swaying back and forth with each step. Rif watched him as he passed, stopping at the desk. In a moment he had inserted some object into an empty slot in the wall. Power flowed from this orb( Rif could now see it looked much like materia), flowing along lines carved into the wall to light other orbs in the room. Rif covered his eyes at the sudden burst of light. Was what was in the tubes in the walls mako?

After a moment, Rif carefully opened his eyes. The man stood, waiting patently, watching him. Rif stared at him, into the gray eyes of this handsome man. Yes, he was thin and wire like after all. His clothing was a tad bit to big. He wore a few looped earrings in his left ear, and on his neck was a silver chain. Rif had no idea who this person was. He was supposed to recall him?

His eyes moved from his face down. Long jacket, a charcoal color. A dress shirt, with right to left buttoning, falling from his shoulder down. Black pair of dress pants, and tall boots. They seemed to remind him of those he had seen Chocobo riders wear, back when he was younger.

"Its me. Take a look and tell me you do not know me."

He looked at the man. Blink a few times. Nothing. "I'm so-Wait a moment. You kidnapped me! Where's Blade?! Why am I-"

"Hush!" The man snapped, but kept his composure. "I did not kidnap you. Not really. You cannot kidnap ones kin, can you? And the sword that has pierced your heart is perfectly safe."

"Wh-Kin?" Rif asked, blinking. "Sorry. I'm an only child."

"Incorrect. Hm. You are looking weak. Pale, in this light. Yes. Let us leave him, Sedek."

Note: Watch the names. Go read Riene-Strife. Bigggg help on this story, and a brilliant writer. Please go read his works.