"Sooo…"

"I'm trying to read. Your blocking my light."

"Sorry. What are you reading? Romance novel?"

"romance is something that needs not be experienced nor read and all romance novels should burn in Hades."

"Aren't you cheerful. So what are you reading?"

"Just an old book I came across some time ago."

"And its called?"

"The Planets Unsolved Mysteries."

"Ohhh! I read part of that."

"Really? What part?"

"Part about Jenova."

"Ah."

"It gave me nightmares so Hojo took it. Think that mutant in the tank in front of me had it for breakfast the next morning."

"…Great."

"This is Bone Village?" Rif asked, looking about the area with disappointment. He heaved his bag up farther on his shoulder, the blue fabric of his t-shirt bunching up under the strap.

"Yup. This is it. Now, if you all would excuse me, I need to find a bathroom." Emily said, dropping her bag and running over to what seemed to be a cabin like structure build inside of some bones.

Blade shook her head. "You had to tell her bout that flask." The woman muttered, yawning.

"Yeah yeah. And she didn't shut up the whole ride about having to use the bathroom. We should have gone with your idea."

"Chuck her out the window, or shove her in the storage unit and hope she suffocated?" Blade asked, walking farther into the village. She had heard stories and read articles on this place years ago. It looked about the same. People in purple and green worked contently on the ground, digging and cleaning here and there. From the pictures she had seen so long ago, it appeared the place had not changed much.

"You never voiced your idea on shoving her into the storage compartment…" Rif said slowly, following her into the village. Blade again yawned, dragging her black pack along behind her.

"Oh. Hm." She shrugged. "No use telling her now. She's not in agony. She'd try and hurt me again."

Rif chuckled, stretching. "Feels good to be out of that thing."

"Yeah. Hope that no one steals the ship."

"We'd be screwed. Why hasn't this place changed?" Rif asked, changing the subject suddenly. He stared up at the cliff above. Blade shrugged.

"I heard they lost Shinra's funding awhile back. Reno didn't want to pay for them to dig up old bones. Hope probably brought them back, or they gained a private funding from someone. All I know is this team was made fairly recently."

"Ahh…I see." Rif shoved his sunglasses up farther onto his face. Blade turned back to him, smirking.

"Should we just leave her? She's taking her sweet time."

Rif chuckled. "She's the only one who knows their way around this place, baby. Cant leave her."

"Damn." Blade rubbed her cheek, where a band aid had been placed. Emily had gotten into a fit when they got out of the airship, complaining about Blades idiotic antics. The woman had again tried to attack Blade. Ignoring her rage, the older woman had just continued walking. Emily had not liked that. It seemed she had had a knife of some sort on her.

"She's a loon." Blade muttered, thinking about the cuts her worn out Shinra jacket hid.

"One way to put it."

"At least you didn't kill her…Sadly."

Rif shook his head. "Just stop."

"Back. Phew." Emily walked from the little hut, smiling happily. "We ready to go?"

She looked from Blade to Rif, then back again. Neither of the two said anything. After a brief silence, the blue eyed lady spoke up. "What's the matter?"

"Arent we human? Didn't we just spend the last 27 hours in a flying fish?" Blade asked, letting go of her bag. "Don't know about Rif, but I wouldn't mind using the facilitys."

Rif nodded and let his bag hit the dirt. "Yup. I'm with Blade. Watch our stuff Emily."

Emily blinked, then shook her head in aggravation. "Hurry up, will ya? Da'ath wont be happy if we take longer then needed."

"I don't give a shit bout Da'ath Princess." Blade said, entering the hut. Rif followed her, his soft "hehehe" of amusement drifting to Emily's ears.

The pair spent even longer in the bone house then Emily had, taking their sweet time and managing to take quick showers as well. Blade excited the building, munching happily on what appeared to be some sort of pastry. Emily's eyes widened.

"W-wha?! I want some!"

"Eat the little cardboard cookies Da'ath packed for us." Blade said, walking over to her pack and continuing to drag it towards the cliff. She looked over at the hut, tapping her foot in impatience. "Riiiiffff…." She called, annoyed. "Oh Rriiiiffff. Hurry up, will you? We had better get going. Wouldn't want Dathie poo to get angry."

Emily glared at the black haired woman. She opened her mouth to snap at her, but the sound of Rif's complaining as he came out the door stopped her.

"No blueberry. These poor, poor deprived people."

Blade shook her head, water droplets catching the setting suns light. "Your picky." She said.

Emily was staring, opened mouthed, at Rif. He had seemed to have abandoned his shirt, it seemed tucked it into his jacket pocket, and wore only the black trench coat he had been found in. A single silver fastening clung desperately to its snap as it struggled to keep part of Rif's upper body covered alone. His long black hair, drenched, hung over his shoulder, sending drops of water rolling down the black material of his jacket.

Finding words, her face on fire, Emily glared. "You look like a drowned rat."

Blade chocked on her pastry behind the young woman.