Elena sighed heavily as she pushed a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face and stared at her drink with boredom. Her mood to drink was lost as soon as Cloud and he were seated in a booth by the bar.
"This sucks," she muttered but her words were muffled by her hand which was being used to hold her head up. She glanced at Cloud who was engrossed in the woman in front of him. Tifa Lockheart or rather Tifa Amano. How COULD she forget she was married now? Elena stole another glance at Tifa before concluding one thing: How could a slut like that marry?
Elena let out another sigh as she gathered her belongings. Maybe getting piss drunk would lure her out of this depressing mood, but she couldn't be comfortable drinking here at Tifa's Final Heaven with her husband twelve feet away making googley eyes and passes at his childhood friend.

"How have you been Cloud," Tifa asked quite concerned as she finally saw Elena leave after glaring at her for a while. Tifa tried not to notice but she still felt humiliated at the same time since everyone always made one assumption about her: she was easy because that's the way she looked.
"I've been fine, Teef, how about you?" Was Cloud's automatic reply.
Tifa bit her lower lip slightly before she leaned over and looked at Cloud dead in the eyes.
"How have you really been?" She tried again.
Cloud looked over to the spot Elena had been sitting a few minutes prior to that and was slightly surprised to see her gone, but immediately understood his friend's question.
Elena has always been the protective type," Cloud fumbled to try to find words. "Maybe she got tired and needed some air, or something…"
Tifa closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and smiling slightly, "do you want to check on her, then?" she asked.
"I should," Cloud replied as he stood up. "Thanks for the drinks. Want Elena and I to come by tomorrow and maybe you your husband and us could do something?"
"I would like that," Tifa said as she stood up and started clearing the table the two were sitting at off. "Except for one thing," she said in a voice barely audible "my husband died."

Yumeo coughed and stared blankly at the objects that lay before her. She fingered the laminated ID she held, which contained a picture of her mother about a decade younger than she was at the present. It was dated seventeen years ago.
Her anger rose. Why the hell be so secretive about this? Her mom was a former Turk, so? Why not tell her so she could feel almost proud of her parents rather embarrassed.
Tossing the ID aside, but not out of mind, Yumeo continued rummaging through the dusty room. There was materia that Yumeo marveled at, wondering how her parents could collect such nice materia—especially the summon spells.
Noticing a large chest towards the back of the room, Yumeo got off the floor and brushed the dust off of her clothes. As she approached the trunk, she wondered what could be in it.
"Probably dead bodies," she snickered as she lifted the lid off the massive chest. Her mouth dropped to an O as she marveled at what she saw.
Inside, were several fine looking broadswords that seemed impossible for a human being alone to lift.
Go on, dear. Take that one…
Yumeo froze as she looked around the room. No one.
Don't try to look for me, you will only fail, for I can only exist within you.
"Screw this," Yuemo said as she closed the lid of the trunk. Convinced she was only hearing things, she continued her rummaging. Moments later, she was hurled forward clutching her head. Pain was shooting through her whole body.
Trust me, I am not a pigment of the imagination.
"What do you want with me?" Yumeo demanded as she tried to stand up, but was knocked to the ground again.
I want to help you. I've been with you your whole life just watching and observing you. I see how much pain and shame your parents bring to you. Even your peers in a town like this avoid you. You're miserable, Yumeo. Please, let me help you.
"Okay," Yumeo said softly. "What do you want of me in return?"
We'll cross that bridge as soon as we get to it. For now, grab that sword. Yumeo's gaze fell on a sword that seemed to emit a light. Taking it up, it wasn't as heavy as she anticipated.
Good girl, now, you are in a room full of equipment and materia…

"What the hell was that?" Marlene asked as she and Amon looked below them.
"An eruption," Hosia said under her breath before she started to run towards the bottom, but lost her footing and slide down the canyon.
Marlene was the first to follow her. No matter how much a bitch Hosia was, her mother taught her well.
"Oh man," Amon said as she followed suit.
Hosia gritted her teeth and stood up, trying to ignore the pain and the blood staining her uniform. She unbuttoned her jacket and examined the wound. It wasn't as bad as it felt. Lightly touching it, a green light emitted from her hand and the wound slowly closed.
Hosia," Marlene said as she reached the bottom and stumbled forward a little, "are you all right?" She asked as she noticed the blood.
"It's nothing," Hosia said as Amon reached her friend.
"Where ARE we?" Were the first words that came out of Amon's mouth.
Hosia looked at her surrounding before she spoke, "we are probably near the bottom of the crater judging from the abundance of Lifestream."
"Shall we look for the rest of the division?" Marlene inquired, not liking the surrounding area. There was something eerie about the Lifestream that frightened Marlene.
"We're lost, aren't we?"
Hosia was caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even realize that she separated herself from Marlene and Amon. However instead of looking for them, she continued to walk forward as if something was compelling her.
It wasn't long before she came upon an area where there was no Lifestream present. Her eyes scanned the area and they settled on a long metallic object.
Take it, a well-known voice hissed in her ear. She was one of the two beings that could speak to her.
No! The voices protested. You're our last daughter, it would only bring more suffering to you and your ancestors.
Hosia closed her eyes and concentrated on ridding her mind of the entities. When her mind was clear again, she stared at the object before her. "A sword is only as fearsome ad its master was," she said calmly as she stood above the blade and she stared back at her reflection.
"Hosia!" A SOLDIER yelled. "Move out, the Lifestream is going to cause another eruption."
"Damn it," she said as the SOLDIER ran off. Before she to fled, she spin around and put the Masamune back in its scabbard. She then buckled it on her pants and headed up towards the crater entrance.