A/N: Hmm...no reviews. Ah, well. I still can't wait to begin this chapter! I have so many ideas! This story is probably going to see its end in a few more chapters, but there will be more laughs before it does. Here it go!

##Yuffie's POV##

The next morning we all woke up around nine. We were all gathered around the table eating breakfast and talking to Shannon when the call came. "Hello?" Bruce answered his cell. "Yes, they're all here. Okay, go on..." Silence. A confused look came across his face. "At a fashion show?" he asked, bewildered. "Hmm. Strange, but yes, okay, we'll be there." He hung up the phone. "Our next assignment is tonight at a fashion show."

"Why the #& they gotta have some bull#$ assignment at some fashion show?" Carter asked in a high voice. "Why can't they be some normal gangstas and blow up somethin'?"

"Do you WANT them to blow up something?" Bruce answered.

"$$# no!" Carter yelled back.

"Then what's the problem?" Bruce asked in return.

"My problem is they stupid!" Carter answered.

"Do you ever shut up?" Bruce said, ticked. He turned his attention to Tifa, who was standing over by the window rubbing her shoulders. "Tifa? Are you all right?"

"No," she simply answered. She didn't turn her gaze from the window.

"No, you're not," Bruce said, seriously. "What's wrong?"

"He's still out there."

"Who's still out there?"

"Cloud!" she yelled. "Cloud is still out there! Why isn't he back? He was supposed to be back by now."

"I don't know, Tifa, but we have bigger things to worry about."

"I can't stop worrying about him. I can't stop until he's back here with us."

"I'm sure he'll return soon. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who could be defeated by this world."

"Maybe you're right." Tifa turned to look at him for the first time. "What was our assignment again?" she asked softly.

"We're going to a fashion show!" I answered. "Wait, what are we supposed to do there?"

"Beats me," Bruce answered.

"Aight, y'all," Carter started, "y'all gonna thank me for this one. I have THE BOMB idea."

"We're not doing anything with bombs!" we all shouted.

"I didn't mean it literally! $!" he reassured us. "I just meant that I have a really good idea." He rubbed his hands together and a maniacal smile crept across his face. "The shorties are gonna pretend to be models, and they'll look out for the gang members."

"That's actually not a bad idea," Cid said.

"And then when they give us the signal we bust them #&# up like we did last time," Carter finished.

"I take that back," Cid said, shaking his head.

"You busted them up last time?" Barrett said angrily.

"Actually," Red began, "I think he may be on to something there." We all turned to look at Red. "I think the girls should definitely be on the lookout as models, but rather than fighting them right when we see them, we should trail them afterwards and fight them somewhere not as public."

"I like that idea," Bruce said, nodding at Red. The rest of us agreed that that was a good idea.

"What would y'all do without me?" Carter asked, arms spread like wings and head up.

"Find Vincent with no trouble," we all answered.

"Y'all real funny," he said sarcastically. "Where is this gonna be at, anyway?"

"Ontego Mall," Bruce answered. "It's about ten minutes away."

##Later that night at Ontego Mall##

"What exactly are we supposed to do?" I asked as we all got out of Bruce's car.

"Find an outfit backstage and put it on!" Barrett answered...and a little rudely, in my opinion.

"Okay, okay," I said. We all walked into the mall, and I think I speak for everyone when I say that it was out of this world (no pun intended). There were stores and stores and even a mini roller coaster inside! If every mall was like this, I wanted to visit them all before we went back in time. Who knew what kind of materia could be lost here? We spotted the site of the fashion show. Bruce looked at his watch.

"It's 6:45," Bruce said, "so you ladies should probably get back there and get dressed." We nodded and walked to the backstage area. We slowed our pace when we noticed there was a guard there.

"What should we do?" I asked Tifa.

"Just act like you're someone famous, and you're offended that they're asking for your name," Tifa answered. Why didn't I think of that? We quickened our pace again and attempted to walk in without the guard noticing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, ladies," the guard stuck his built arm out to stop us from getting in. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Um, inside?" I answered. What an idiot.

"Don't get an attitude with me, miss," he said. "I'm not letting you two in here without your names." He folded his arms and shifted a bit.

"You act like you don't know who we are," Tifa replied, acting hurt.

"Don't give me any of that," the guard said. "Even Sarah Michelle Gellar has to give me her name to get in." What an idiot!!!

"Ugh!" Tifa said, trying not to laugh. "Fine! If I have to say it, I'm Sarah Michelle Gellar." The guard let her through.

"And who are you?" the guard looked down on me, smiling at his apparent height advantage.

"Hikki Utada," I said cockily. That was a name I remember hearing in the car on the way there. He moved aside and let me through. I saw Tifa, so I followed her into a room where women were hurriedly putting on last minute makeup and chatting.

"Sarah! Hikaru!" a woman chirped, walking toward us. "Glad to see you could make it! We have your outfits behind this curtain," she said opening up a curtain a few feet away. "Hurry up and get dressed so Francesco can put on your face." We went into the room and got into the dresses. Tifa had to help me again due to my lack of wearing them in the past. We then went to different makeup artists since we had close to no time to get a full hour of hair and makeup.

"You are ver' lucky to have such bootiful skin, honey," Francesco told me. "Utterwise, we woot have hat a dee-sass-ter!" I smiled at that comment. "Oh, honey! Dun smile! You'll ruin my creation!" I stopped quick. He finished my makeup and I went back into the room with the other models. I didn't spot Tifa, so I just waited. Pretty soon, the show started and Tifa still hadn't shown up. It was my turn to model, so I walked out. I made sure not to smile. I let my red velvet dress sway as I walked. The bold spaghetti straps stuck to me snugly as I walked, and I felt like a star. My headband had a rose on it, and I turned from side to side to make sure everyone saw it. I saw a lot of flashes come at my face, and I think I spazzed a good amount of times. I wonder how those pictures came out. I was told to strike a pose at the top of the runway, so I did a lunge as if I was about to pounce on someone. Again, more flashes. After a few seconds, I got up and walked back down the runway and into the dressing room. I quickly took my clothes off and changed. I snuck out and went to find the guys. They were standing at the back of the fashion show spot watching on.

"I didn't see anyone," I reported.

"It didn't look like you up there!" Cid whispered loudly. Carter winked at me seductively.

"Yeah, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me," Bruce commented. I smiled. He looked so much like Vinny. I thought about him for a couple of seconds there. I missed him. He was the reason I was here. Then, a certain red-eyed woman interrupted my thoughts. Tifa was walking up the catwalk. Whoa.

"HOT #$&!" Carter yelled, shoving his fist into his mouth with wide eyes.

"Look at her! Just look at her!" Barrett was barely saying the words.

"You're married, you're married, you're married," Bruce was closing his eyes and saying to himself. Tifa was wearing a black dress with polka dots that hugged her ample curves. It was sleeveless up top and had ruffles from her knees down. Her chest looked smaller because the dress covered her up without revealing cleavage. I had to admit, it did look very nice on her. Her hair was put into a bun on top of her head, with a little hat and a veil up front, shadowing her eyes. Her smoky eyes. She had gotten a good "face," as it was called.

"If only Spikey were here to see this!" Barrett said, finding his voice. Tifa had a lot of flashes in her face too, but she didn't acknowledge it. She left the catwalk without giving us any looks, so we figured they must not be there. We were about to leave, when Carter stopped.

"Oh, lord, lord. Mmm mm mm mm MMM!!" Carter said. He walked over to this dark woman and kissed her hand. "Tyra Banks! I am the man of your dreams!"

"You are, are you?" Tyra answered with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a sly smile.

"Aw, yeah, girl," he said looking her up and down.

"So then where you been all my life?" she asked, playing along.

"Never never land, never never wanting to live my life without you," he answered.

She blew him off. "That is SO tired! Holler at me when you got something better." She left.

We all left and walked around the mall a little more. We dubbed this mission as a fluke and headed out to the car. Only there was one problem. I turned around and Tifa wasn't with us anymore.

A/N: Uh oh..wonder where she could be! Next chapter up only if I get reviews! The next one is one of my favorites.