Note: I think I'll go and poke some random people at school to come read this. If I can get Ben to slip from his coma or Ugo to listen to me they'll read it. Hm. Well, anyways. Riene-Strife your again be preached to read your work. You know, I have a feeling the only reason that I continue to write this story is because your reading it…That, or the thought of how it will end is making my fingers each to write it. Chapter for my amusement ( though…Not really Blades.).

"I'm hungry."

"Hello Hun-"

"Knock off. You have been doing that for the last hour."

"You have been crying about being hungry for the last hour. Go snitch something."

"That's bad! We'll be punished for it!"

"No…Because we wont be caught."

"Blade!"

"What? This is how I live, kid, so-"

"Rif."

"Whatever. This is how I live, so get used to it."

"I thought you said you killed people."

"I do."

"Then…Can you go back and kill Hojo for me?"

"…why…"

"Cause I was a friggen test tube baby because of him!"

"You told me you were-"

"Shhh….Don't say it. I am in denial."

"Ahh… Okay… So…"

"…"

"I'm hungry."

"Ugh. Blade!"

"What?! Look! Hotdogs! Go get them!"

"Why me?"

"Cause I wana laugh as that lady chases you with a broom."

"Your mental."

"Your stuck with me boy, so get used to it."

"Yeah yeah yeah baby doll. Ouch! Its just a pet name, "get used to it"."

"I am not your pet, therefore I will NOT get used to it. So go snatch us some chow already, will ya?"

"Wholly shit. Remember last time we were up this far?" Rif was shivering horribly under his trench coat, snow and ice plastered to his body. They had been walking for what seemed like hours, and probably was. All three of them were afraid of stopping. Though Rif believe his appearance to be a pathetic one, Emily trudged ahead looking like a black snowman.

Blade didn't seem to hear him over the wind, though she walked right next to him. She was to busy letting out a stream of curses about the weather and about Da'ath and how she wished Emily would stop whining and what she was going to do when they got to the inn.

Rif laughed, managing to unfold his arms and wrap them around her body. "Man, I love you."

"What, did the snow intoxicate you?!" Blade snapped, attempting to shove him off her. "Get off me you fuckin weirdo."

He continued to laugh, unsure really why. The fact that her sword had frozen in its sheath, clogged in place by snow, explained why he dared hold her. The idea that she couldn't move well because she was so cold made him pleased. She couldn't kill him.

At least not right away. He didn't want to think about when they got to the inn. A grin spread over his face. Or maybe he did.

"Ugh! Your sick. Let go of me!"

Rif's grin broadened. "You know me to well baby doll."

He was suddenly stumbling back, face full of snow. "Dammit woman, that's cold!"

"That's my heart your wearing on your face, Rif! If your not careful, my name shall pierce your soul."

Rif glared at her, but jogged to catch up. "Your horrid."

"Whoopdee freekin doo." She snapped, crossing her arms.

"Aren't you cold?! All you got on is that old Shinra jacket. Where did they get that anyways?"

"Probably worked for that other shit head who hired us on the suicide mission to kick fuckin Cloud Strife's scrawny little ass. Broke into our dump of a house and stole all our sh-"

Rif tuned her out, knowing she'd go on until they got to the inn. Emily had slowed down in her step, and fell back between Blade and Rif.

"I wana go home. Rif, got any more drink?"

"You shouldn't get drunk. Not in this weather."

"It'll make me warm."

"Or make you forget your cold. Lead the way Blondie." Rif was busy un fastening his jacket. He slipped it off, suddenly wishing he hadn't, and threw it on her shoulders. "You're the only one who knows our way about."

"I thought you said you and Blade had been here…"

Rif shrugged, trembling. "We have." He felt his lip crack and bleed. "But we had a ride to the inn and we're in the forest bit. Never been up this way. So get your blond head up there and walk, cause no I'm going to-"

Blade suddenly stopped and turned to Rif, smiling pleasantly. "Die!" She said. Rif stopped and stared at her.

"Damn, you're a cold, cold woman."

"Wooo! Walk slower Emily!"

Emily giggled, but did the opposite. She broke out into a jog and went up ahead. Blade growled. "Dammit! You get back here and walk slow like I said or Glories going to be up your-"

Rif put a hand over her mouth. "Stop while you're ahead darling. You made her happy and hurry up. What more could we ask for?"

She grinned behind his hand. He removed it and flung it about her waist, drawing her closer for warmth.

"I don't think I'll ever get warm again."

"Sure you will. I'll bath you in your own blood. Then you'll be warm, after I boil you because your hands are wandering."

"You don't have layers on! Your insane!"

"I just know your actions to well."

Rif shook his head and took his hand away. "Fine. Then you owe me warmth."

"Not in the ways your thinking."

Rif grinned. "Well, I was thinking a day in my own bed, but if you insist a night or two in yours-"

Another snowball.