DISCLAIMER:::: SEE CHAPTER UNO (1)

CHAPTER 2: The Blonde and the Babysitter

Commotion could be heard all throughout the villa. Zangan walked in and looked around to find the source of the commotion. It was obviously not on the first floor because he could hear a banging sound over his head.

Walking up the steps, he could hear faint cries—womanly cries. 'Tifa' he thought before quickening his pace. As he walked down the long hall of the second floor, he kicked through each door, right to left.

"Tifa?! Are you alright!" He shouted, but she didn't seem to acknowledge him. "Tifa! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" He called even louder.' She must be in trouble!' Whenhe came to the last door, it was cracked. Whoever was hurting his daughter was in for it. He decided he would enter the room stealthy so he could do a surprise attack on him. 'Stupid...Anyone smart would have at least locked the door...' he thought while he quietly opened it an inch. He raised his fists as if he were to strike, but when he entered, he nearly collapsed from shock.

His daughter had her legs pinned tightly around this blonde-haired man who was fiercely grinding into her thighs. Her hands had a tight grip on his behind, and her head was lolled back as cries escaped from her hoarse throat. His hands roamed all up her body from navel to chest. Over all the noise they were making—the creaking bed, the cries, the moans—she must have not heard her father walk in. The both of them seemed oblivious to his presence. Somewhere within the 3.854 seconds before taking action, he somehow had time to make the mental note that in all his 53 years he has never seen the deed done so grotesquely.

When time caught up to him he immediately grabbed the man by his hair and hurled him off his daughter into the carpeted floor. After hearing the big 'thump' of his body hitting the floor forcefully, she gave a startled scream before quickly grabbing the sheets up to cover her exposed body.

"GET OFF HER YOU SWINE!" Zangan turned his head to Tifa. "WHAT IS THIS!? LITTLE SLUT! HAVE I NOT TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THIS?!" In the time it took Zangan to quiet his shouting, the Blonde haired man managed to get his pants on. He directed towards him again, this time with pure evil in his hazel eyes. "GET OUT! IF YOU COME BACK HERE AGAIN, I WILL END YOUR LIFE WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!"

Tifa was in a state of disbelief. She wanted to scream at her father for marching into her room and butting into her business, but the words were trapped in her soar throat. She watched as the guy ran out of her room, being bullied by her father every step of the way with threats and curses. Once the blonde was long out of the house, she looked at her father who was still looking out the doorway to ensure his exit. Sensing her eyes on him, he slowly turned and glared at her.

"Who was that?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to speak to her or not.

She looked down, and opened her mouth as if she was about to speak, but soon froze when she realized that she didn't even know his name. "I...I don't know. He was a friend. That is all."

He turned back and looked at the hall seen through the opened door. The laugh that escaped his mouth was not an amused one. "You mean to tell me you do not even know his name?!"

He marched over to her and violently lifted her chin. "Look at me!" he commanded. "SO you don't know his name, huh? Well I will tell you. His name is Cloud Strife. I commanded him not long ago but he was a weakling with not one ounce of determination for his work." He let go of her face. "I do not want you to even look at such weaklings, Tifa...And..." Zangan paused, and then shook his head in utter disappointment. "And to pull something like you just did not even soils your reputation, but soils your whole life! I will not have you living in MY house being a filthy little SLUT!"

When Zangan figured out she didn't have anything to say, he continued. "So how long has this been going on?" He wanted to know how many times she pulled this and with whom she was doing it with.

She glared at him in disbelief. Her tone was bravely sharp. "That's a lowly question to ask, Sir. How dare you call me a slut! For your information, I have not been doing this like it's some kind of casual thing! I swear on Mother's grave this is the first time!"

She lied. He wasn't there most of the time anyways. What proof would he have to make these judgments?

He knew she was lying, but he had no proof to support his suspicions.

He smacked her across her pale cheek causing it to flush red. "First of all, girl, you do not talk to me with that saucy little tone. Second of all, if you EVER swear on your mother's grave again, I will dig yours."

He marched towards the exit of the room. Before he completely exited, he spoke more casual. "Oh yes, I had my suspicions, so I hired someone to look over you while I am gone. I am set to be gone next week, so she'll be here. I suggest you treat her kindly." He slammed the door and marched down the steps.

She could hear his steps fade as he went down. She pulled the sheets off her body and headed towards her shower room. As she turned on the water, she watched it fill the tub. The water from her teary eyes dropped, joining the water in the bath. "Damn him!" she yelled as she stood and punched the tile of the bathroom wall before plopping herself in the steaming water.

During the last days her father was home, Tifa did not leave her room until the dead of the night. Night clubs lived all hours of the night, but it was full of tourists more than residents. Most of the rich inhabitants went to bed at earlier hours and lived during sunlit hours rather than moonlit hours. It was quite easy for her to sneak out, especially since her father retired to bed at the early hour of eleven.

When she was sure he was asleep, she quietly walked down the stairs. There was no creaking noise from the steps because they were solid marble. She had to hug the polished, wooden railing in the darkness so she would not lose her footing; a fall down marble stairs does not result in anything but tragedy. When she made it down, it was easier to see due to all the open space and the long windows with moonlight flashing through. The weapons her father had hung on the walls cast eerie shadows across the open space, so she quickened her pace to the door. In the dead quiet of the house, her heels echoed fiercely on the stone floor, so she took them off. To her bare feet, the floor was so cold it felt as if she were walking on solid blocks of ice.

When she finally reached the door, she carefully opened it to not make any sound and left for the night life.

The nightlife Tifa participated in was not usually the life a girl her age would join in. She walked into the club and immediately got invited to go to the "VIP" room, a room that usually contained all the "fun" that most people going out for a good time never noticed. It was not her first time being there, so she had no hesitations. When she entered the room, the usual 5 people were there. She did not know their names, but she knew what they were all about. Who cared about their names and their life story? She wasn't planning to marry them.

Across the room, a giant man well over 6ft sat with a cigar loosely hanging from his right hand called to her.

"Hey dere Babe. How ya doin'?" An older man with a highly expensive leather coat, with metal embroidery signaled for her to sit on his lap. She grinned at him and sat where he directed. Even in the intense bodily heat of the room, he never took the jacket off. Tifa knew it was because he had ugly, vicious battle wounds under it. She rubbed his bare chest underneath the coat.

"I've been okay I guess. I have a babysitter now." She giggled and rubbed her hands up his hard muscular chest. The uplifted skin from the scars made the touch more interesting. Some traveled perfectly thin and straight down to his lower stomach...like a sword wound.

"Uh oh. What chu do now? You be gettin' inta trouble?" He pulled her small body closer to his. He pulled out a package full of white powder and poured a little on his index finger. "Dis what chu came for?" He asked, putting his powdered finger up to her nose.

She inhaled it readily and giggled. "Yep." She reached for the whole package, but he snatched it away. Her laughter came to a halt and she gave him a puzzled look.

"Nah-ah. You think I'm jes' gonna give it to you like dat?" He looked at the others in the room. "Give us a few minutes." Knowing what his gaze meant, they left without question.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, completely perplexed at the situation.

"Pay back. I give you what you want; you give me what I want." He got up and locked the door and began to unbutton his dark green pants.

"And if I don't?" she questioned. She had no intention of doing this. More than anything she wanted to leave, but if she left without "giving him what he wanted", then she would not only leave without what she came for, but she very well could lose her life.

"Heh, heh, heh. If I was in your shoes, Girly, I wouldn't be askin' dat." His laugh was not at all funny. If anything, it was frightening.

She gulped as he strode in her direction.

The next morning was clear and vibrant. People walked on the streets gracefully no matter how rough the hangover. All but one...

Tifa walked in slow dragging strides. She knocked into many people and they gave her startled, worried looks. Her makeup from the previous night was smeared all over her face. Her heels were in her left hand and the small package balled up in the other. The straps of her red dress seeped down her shoulders and fell lower with each step. Her eyes were blood shot and her face was soaked with tears. Her hair was stringy and ragged, full of knots. She did expect him to want her to be friendly with him, but not THAT friendly. Her naivety angered her. Why didn't she defend herself? Isn't that what all her training was for? No. Not even her hard training could beat down a man like that. He was a monster...in more ways than one. She took a deep breath. She never meant to fall asleep. Now she didn't know how she was going to get past her father.

"FUCK!" She shouted, before running towards the direction of the house. The sudden outburst caused the elderly people near by to grab their chest and gasp in shock.

Upon her arrival to the house, she spotted her father standing with a girl about her age. Her hair was light brown, but her face was too far away to describe. Neither of them noticing her, she hid behind a near-by car and listened in.

He was walking with the girl towards the door way with his hand on her shoulder. From the looks of it, the girl wasn't paying attention to him, but to her surroundings. He did not care, however, because he seemed to be well involved in conversation. Tifa couldn't help but thinking that he could probably have a conversation with a wall, as long as it stood there in front of him. She listened carefully to his words.

"...I fear I no longer know exactly who my daughter is. You will not believe what I caught her doing just 4 days ago. I hope you...can change her. She has been in her room for the past few days, totally missing her lessons and secluding herself from everyone. She will not speak to me, she will not speak to anyone." He sighed. "Please help me with her." Zangan guided the girl of about 22 towards the entrance to the 4 story villa.

She never saw such a huge house before in her life. Her mouth hung open unconsciously as she observed it. Not only the size of the monstrous house caught her attention, but she was in awe to ALL her surroundings. The sun cast a golden light on the whole land and the trees were so tropically green and healthy that she wanted to touch them to make sure she was not dreaming. She could smell the ocean breeze that blew her hair back, giving her a feeling nothing short of serenity. Taking another deep breath, she turned her head reassure the troubled Zangan.

"Mr. Zangan, I'm sure all she needs is a good friend...someone she can talk to. Please don't worry about her. I'll try my best to keep her in line, but I can't promise you that I will be able to do it."

He grabbed the door to the house and pushed it open. "You're right. Just promise me you will teach her some morals." He laughed. "I guess I should show you around, now shouldn't I."

They disappeared into the house and Tifa was still in her listening position around the car. That girl was no older than she. Why did her father hire someone like THAT to watch over her. She shook her head. 'Yeah right. I'm going to turn that goody-goody's world upside down.' She thought bitterly.

AN: The second chapter. The reasons for the 'R' rating is obvious. Drugs, limited sexual content, and soon some violence ( the good stuff). Since I can't post NC-17 content, it won't go as in-depth as I'd like, but oh well. People need to stop getting so offended over that kind of stuff...its part of human life...er.. maybe not the drugs, but you know what I mean. IM sure you can guess who the babysitter girl is. I can't write a story and leave out my two favorite characters. My other favorite is coming soon. (Hint: he has a big masamune!)