Author: dances and sings It's the neeeeeeeeeeeext chapter! Hooray! Hooray! And now it's time to play! clears her throat realizing other people are there Um.................hi. How long have you been sitting there? That long eh? Heh heh. Well, welcome to chapter six of this fic. I'm not really in the mood for author's notes right now. I'm sad.

Sephiroth: I know what will cheer you up!

Author: OO What..................?

Sephiroth: DANCING KIRBYS!!!!

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Author: Awwwww! Heeheehee. And just for Ashley: /

A ladle! Yayness! lol. Before anymore insanity ensues, I'm gonna cut these author's notes short, do a disclaimer, and start the story.

Chelsey: I'm here! I'm here! Let me do it!

Author: nods Disclaimer away!

Chelsey: Natalee............I mean...........um......the author does not own any of the characters in this story except her OC of course and that's kind of obvious so....... sees look author is giving her Yah......they are owned by Sqaure-Enix. Yayness! I'm done! kisses Inuyasha and runs away

Inuyasha: Um..........? When did I get here?

Author: shrugs Whatever. Time for the story!!!! :D

Vincent watched Tifa packing a small bag of clothes and other necessities and smiled at her turned back. She seemed so excited about going back to Nibelheim. It surprised him considering how many bad memories she had left behind there. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He snapped out of his thoughts when Tifa placed a hand on his arm and grinned at him.

"All set!"

Vincent shook his head and kissed her, catching Tifa off guard. "I still have to pick up the chocobos and we were supposed to wait for Max and Gary to get here."

"Who cares?!" Tifa exclaimed, laughing, "I want to go now!" She danced around the bar impatiently and hopped up on the counter after awhile, tired out. Vincent walked slowly over to her and studied her carefully, leaning his face closer to hers. Putting a hand on the back of his neck, Tifa pulled Vincent forward and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue explore his mouth. Vincent leaned into it, running a hand down her cheek and neck softly.

Max cleared her throat behind them and the two jumped apart. "Max!" Tifa smiled nervously, "when did you get here?"

"A couple seconds too early apparently," Max smirked, eyes twinkling. Vincent sat on the couch, propping up his feet. There was no way he was going to let this irritating woman get an embarrassed reaction out of him. Tifa face was so red she looked sunburned. Gary came through the door and glanced around at the tense group.

"Hey guys!" he grinned, "I'm here. Let the party begin!" Shaking her head, Max jumped up beside Tifa.

"We have much more fun without you, believe me." Gary pouted and raised an eyebrow.

"Well you better get used to me. We're gonna be bunk buddies for two weeks." Max groaned and slumped back onto the bar.

"Tifa kill me now," she begged, grabbing her friend's arm. Tifa could only smile and shrug. The group was silent for a moment until Gary spoke up.

"So, um, when exactly are you guys heading out?"

"Oh!" Tifa said, hopping up, "we're late! The chocobo guy's expecting us!" Vincent nodded silently and stood, picking up Tifa's overstuffed bag. Tifa ran into the back to get something she'd forgotten, leaving Vincent alone with Max and Gary.

"What was that all about?" Max asked with a smile, "you were kissing her back." Vincent shot her a half-glare, not really angry with the woman. He felt grateful that there was someone he could talk to.

"I-I told her. That I love her. And I do," Vincent sighed, stumbling over his words. Max hugged him excitedly.

"I knew it! I was right! Ha!" She turned to Gary with a smug smile. "You owe me thirty gil buddy! Ha!" Vincent watched her with an amused smile and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"I promise to take good care of her while we're gone."

"I know you will," Max grinned, patting a hand on his shoulder. Tifa came back into the front, looking strangely at Max, who was practically in Vincent's arms. "So, you guys check that out on the way," Max winked, covering for them.

Vincent nodded, playing along. "I'll do that." Tifa shrugged it off and came over to the pair, hugging Max tightly.

"I'll see you in a couple weeks," she smiled tearfully, "maybe sooner if we're lucky."

"Lucky, right," Gary scoffed, receiving a swift kick in the ass from Max.

"I'll see you then," Max said, coming back to Tifa and hugging her tighter, "behave yourself. And have fun. You deserve a vacation." After all the last goodbyes were said and Tifa had made sure everything was in order, Vincent managed to drag her out and get her to the chocobo stables.

Vincent knocked lightly on the door, still holding Tifa's hand. A man with black hair and bright blue eyes answered the door and smiled at them. "Vincent! It's a pleasure. Been awhile since I've last seen you."

"It has," Vincent smiled, shaking the man's hand, "Bruce, this is Tifa." Bruce raised an eyebrow at Vincent, having only ever seen him travel alone.

"Very nice to meet you," he smiled, kissing her hand lightly, "Vincent has fine taste in woman I see." He winked at her and walked towards one of the stable doors. "This one in here is Ashlei. She's a little feisty at times, but once she warms up to you, you've made a friend for life."

Tifa cautiously approached the stable and smiled nervously at the beautiful blue chocobo. "Hi there, pretty one." She tentively reached out a hand to pet the soft neck feathers and was surprised to find that the chocobo nuzzled her hand happily. An almost purring noise was coming from her throat. "Awwww, Ashlei. You're so cute," she grinned. Vincent was pleased to see that she was taking it so well. Most first timers were terrified of the large birds.

Bruce led him over to his usual bird and he scratched Torro's neck companionably. "How's my guy?" he cooed softly at the black chocobo.

Tifa laughed when she heard him and Vincent shot a warning glare in her direction. This chocobo was the only thing he had ever made a fool out of himself for because, unlike humans, it didn't mock him and regarded the attention with only love and trust. Chocobos he could handle, Tifa was a whole other story. Torro rubbed his head on Vincent's chest and chirped happily. 'Kweh!'

"Yah, yah, I know. We'll go soon." Vincent patted the bird and smiled.

"Oh, I should probably warn you," Bruce said thoughtfully, "Ashlei's new to the stable, but I think her and Torro have taken a liking to each other. They're both such a high class that I'm considering breeding them."

Vincent smiled at his usual travel companion. "Congratulations buddy. It seems you've found yourself a new friend."

Torro looked at him and tilted his head slightly. 'Wwwwark?' Tifa came over to Vincent's stable and leaned her head on his shoulder. Torro backed away nervously and made a soft 'kweh?' at Vincent. Patting Torro's neck, he pulled him gently forward towards Tifa.

"This is Tifa. See? Nice Tifa." He pet Tifa's hair gently and she looked at him like he was crazy. Torro tentively came closer and she pet his feathers gently.

'Kweh! Kwwwweh!' he chirped happily, rubbing on her as well.

"I think he likes you," Vincent smiled, "and I can understand why." Bruce waited for them to finish with the birds and cleared his throat. Vincent left Tifa with Torro and Ashlei and walked back to Bruce. "Here," he said softly, handing Bruce a handful of gil, "I'm paying in advance for the two weeks they'll be with us. I'll keep them fed and happy."

Bruce shook his head. "This is way too much. I can't accept this. You always return the chocobos to me in better condition then when they were here." Vincent smiled when the young man tried to shove the gil back at him.

"Sorry my friend, but you've always been good to me. I know you need the money, so quit whining." Bruce nodded and hugged Vincent

(A/N: Yes, men are not stupid wussy's who are afraid of being accused of being gay in my story. They actually can hug like real people because they're friends.)

"Thank you," Bruce smiled, "I'll be able to fix up the stables and my house. Maybe Natalee with actually notice me instead of the chocobos for once."

"Natalee?" Vincent asked.

"Yah. You remember that cute brunette that visits my stable all the time, don't you?" Vincent shrugged. "Well, she talks to me and stuff, but I'm too shy to ask her out and even if I wasn't she's either really shy or oblivious to my flirting to notice. Either way, I'm going insane."

"It'll work out," Vincent assured him, glancing at Tifa, "trust me. Just make sure she knows how you feel."

"Thanks. Geez, I never thought I'd be taking dating advice from a man like you. No offence or anything, but you've changed."

"I know," Vincent smiled, "but we'd better get going."

"Of course," Bruce nodded, "Sorry for keeping you."

"Time well wasted," Vincent said with a grin. Tifa was waiting impatiently for them, already seated on Ashlei's back. Torro was clawing the stable ground, wanting to go. "I think they're trying to tell us something," he laughed, looking at Bruce.

"Well, then get going. I'll see you in two weeks."

Vincent mounted Torro and squeezed his legs gently to get him walking. Ashlei followed automatically and 'warked' happily to be on their way at last. Once they made it to the road, Vincent turned and waved to Bruce, then urged Torro into a run, hearing Tifa's chocobo keeping up the pace nicely. Ashlei came along side him and Tifa grinned, bouncing up and down on the chocobo's back.

She had never felt anything like this before. It was exhilarating. She closed her eyes, completely trusting the chocobo beneath her. They rode hard all day and made it nearly halfway to their destination before the sun began to set. Vincent dismounted and smirked at Tifa who was rubbing her sore behind. "What?" she whined, glaring at him, "I'm sore!" Vincent simply shrugged and went over to the small inn they had found. It was almost hidden in the trees and only a few houses were around it, giving Vincent the impression that it was a newly developed town.

Tifa followed nervously, leading Ashlei with her. Boldly going up to the front desk, he asked the innkeeper quietly for a room. The man looked suspiciously at Vincent and wondered why the young man wouldn't look him in the eyes. Tifa came in and linked her arm in his, leaning her head on his arm.

"A man out there helped me put the chocobos in their stable. They should be fine til morning." Vincent nodded down at her with a gentle smile. His face hardened again when he glanced back up at the innkeeper.

"You do have vacancies, do you not?"

"Yes sir," the man nodded quickly, "I get you a room." He went into the back and came out a few moments later with a key and some forms for Vincent to fill out. "What name will it be under?"

"Valentine," Vincent said quickly, "and I'll pay in advance. We'll be leaving quite early tomorrow."

Tifa smacked his arm gently. "Vincent, don't be so rude. Sorry, sir. We've been travelling all day. He's a little cranky. I'll fill out those forms for you. I'm not getting up earlier then nine, so we'll be out by lunchtime at the latest."

Vincent stared speechless at Tifa, who was making plans like she was in charge of the whole thing. "Whatever the lady wants will be fine," he sighed heavily. He took the key the man offered to him and waited a few minutes while Tifa finished up their registration stuff.

"Here you are," she smiled sweetly at the man. He nodded gratefully at her and read over the forms carefully.

"All right, Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Valentine. There's a pool out back if you'd like to use it. It's still a bit cool for swimming, but the water's heated. Enjoy."

Tifa thanked him profusely and Vincent gently gripped her arm, leading her up the stairs. "What exactly did you write on there?" he asked, smiling at her embarrassed face.

"Nothing important," she said, clearly hiding something. Vincent shrugged and the came to their room quickly in the small inn. He unlocked the door and pushed it open to find a tidy, homey looking room. Tifa hopped up onto the bed excitedly.

"I like it here," she grinned, "in fact. I think I'm going to test out that pool."

"You do that," Vincent stated flatly. Tifa pouted.

"Come swimming with me."

"No."

"Please?" she pouted slightly, "come on. It'll be fun." Vincent still refused and lay back on the bed while she went in the small bathroom to change. Coming out shyly, she blushed and kept a towel wrapped tightly around her body.

"You can't swim in a towel," Vincent commented. He didn't see what she was so embarrassed about. He could see her black bathing suit straps where the towel didn't cover. "Oh come on Tifa. It can't be that bad. Let's see."

She opened the towel, blushing bright red. His mouth opened slightly at the revealing bikini she was wearing.

"I should've tried it on before I bought it," she admitted, embarrassed. Vincent shook his head slightly.

"It may show a little more then what would be considered modest, but you look beautiful." He felt like a horny male, not able to pry his eyes off her. "I wouldn't recommend going down to the pool like that though."

Tifa grinned mischievously. "I'll be fine. If you don't want me picking up a bunch of new guys then I guess you'll just have to come with me, won't you?"

Vincent shook his head, but felt jealousy gnawing in his stomach. Damn her. "Have fun," he said, with a hint of regret in his voice.

Tifa climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms over her chest, leaning her back against his knees and looking back at him upside-down. "You want to come with me, don't you?" she asked hopefully.

"This body hasn't seen sunlight in thirty somewhat years and if you thought you needed a tan, you should see me."

"Excuses, excuses," she smiled, shaking her head, "you can't hide forever." 'Says you,' he thought to himself.

"Well...........then I guess I'll see you later." Kissing Vincent gently before she left, she had to stop herself from going any further. They had both seemed more eager lately. Throwing the towel over her shoulder, Tifa marched bravely downstairs and out into the back where the pool was.

Vincent sat up and stood, going into the bathroom. He removed the cloak and headband that were always adorning his thin body. Studying his face in the mirror, he sighed. What did she see in him? The time he spent in a chemical sleep sure hadn't done anything for him. He dropped the rest of his clothing to the ground and turned some knobs in the shower, climbing into the hot streams of water that began. The water felt good on his weary body. He grabbed the mini shampoo that was on the counter and massaged some into his long dark hair, realizing too late that it was a fruit scented one. 'Oh well'.

After a while in the shower, he decided he had wasted enough water. Stepping out into the bathroom, he wrapped a small towel around his waist and went back in the room with his bundle of clothes. He always kept spare ones tucked deep in his cape, and considering the smell of his usual outfit he was surprised Tifa hadn't commented on it. He smoothed out the black dress pants on the bed and laid the t-shirt over top. A very wet looking Tifa came back through the door and grinned at Vincent.

"I see you're coming to join me," she smiled, referring to the towel wrapped around his waist, "let's see you're bathing suit."

"Tifa, no," Vincent said, backing away quickly, "I wouldn't recommend you do that." Tifa couldn't resist grabbing away his towel and clapped a hand over her eyes.

"Oops! Sorry! You could've just said you weren't wearing anything underneath!" Vincent smirked at her blushing face and pulled on his boxer briefs and the clean pants. (A/N: Dear god. I never thought about the freaking characters and what underwear they wear until now)

Vincent cleared his throat and grinned at her. "You can look now." Tifa peeked through her fingers nervously.

"I am so sorry," she apologized. Vincent just laughed at her embarrassed expression.

"You don't have to get so upset. You're right. I should've warned you." Tifa looked at him strangely then shook her head and hugged him, liking how his clean soft skin felt against her. "Ahh! You're cold!" Vincent gasped, jerking away from her. Tifa laughed evilly and grabbed him again. Vincent squirmed away from her again and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his well-developed chest. The material was tighter then he remembered.

"I must have grown since the last time I wore this," he noted, seeing how it hugged his body. Tifa studied him with great interest.

"I really like that shirt," she smiled mischievously.

"Let's get some dinner," Vincent smiled, shoving her in the direction of the bathroom, "you'd better dress yourself first. We don't need the waiters screwing up our orders cause they're busy staring at you." Tifa stuck out her tongue at him and grabbed a clean set of clothes, going into the bathroom. As she dressed and brushed her hair, she smiled to herself. The poor guy would never believe he looked good in anything.

Vincent waited patiently on the bed, hoping she wouldn't take too long. His stomach was growling hungrily, but he tried to ignore it. "Tifa, what are you doing?" he called into the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a sec!"

A few minutes later, Tifa emerged from the bathroom dressed in fresh jeans and a black comfy blouse. "You look nice," Vincent smiled, "what's the occasion?"

"I'm with you," Tifa blushed happily, coming over to hug him. Vincent hugged her back warmly. He found it strange that he had become so affectionate in such a small amount of time. It was stranger yet that he didn't really care how it made him look. He loved Tifa and loved making her happy. It worked the way it was. Neither said anything for a while, content to remain in each other's arms. Tifa pulled back suddenly and smiled.

"Well, I'm starved! Let's get some food!" Vincent followed her happy form downstairs into the small dining room. Dinner passed by without a single mishap and Vincent carried Tifa back to their room, on account of the fact that she was a little tipsy from all the wine they'd had with dinner. Once back in their room, Tifa changed into her pyjamas and Vincent removed his shirt again. He made a mental note to buy pyjamas somewhere in the near future before Tifa got him some with little bunnies on them or something of the sort.

He climbed in one side of the bed, ready for sleep, and Tifa fell onto the other. Giggling to herself she leaned over to him and kissed his cheek, almost getting him on the nose. "Time for bed now," he scolded her with a smile. She nodded obediently and snuggled under the covers next to him. Vincent turned on side towards her and wrapped a loose arm around Tifa's waist, sighing softly. It had been a long day and he was happy to finally get some sleep. Tifa placed a gentle hand on the arm that held her. She was happier then she ever imagined being. What in the world could be better then being held in Vincent's arms? A slight blight crept across her face as a different thought entered her mind. Well.........maybe there could be better things. Tifa's eyes slowly closed as she thought about the day coming up. What would it be like to go back to Nibelheim again?

Tifa opened her eyes suddenly, looking around. She must've dozed off. Glancing at Vincent, her eyes became wide. Where was he? The bed was gone as well. Tifa growled in frustration. "What the hell is going on?!"

She was standing in a small walkway with an overhanging arch that marked the entrance to a small town. Wait a minute. She recognized this place........... She was back in Nibelheim. A familiar spiky-haired figure came walking through the fog that hung thick in the air. Cloud? What was he doing here? A grin came to the man's face when he saw her and he walked forward quickly, hugging her tightly and kissing her. What was going on? Cloud pulled back suddenly.

"You left me for that?!" he exclaimed, pointing at Vincent who was lying on the ground with the Buster Sword jammed into his chest. She wanted to run to his side and make sure he was still alive. How could Cloud have done this? All the crimson blood that surrounded him in a puddle made it hard for her not to be sick to her stomach.

"Cloud?! What did you do?!" she yelled at her former love. Cloud just grinned evilly and advanced on her.

"I asked you a question, you whore. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME FOR THAT CREATURE?!"

"You left me! You went to find Aeris remember?! I........I DON'T KNOW! Get away from me! Please! You didn't want me anymore so I thought......." Tifa began to cry as Cloud yelled meaningless words at her angrily and hit her repeatedly with his fists.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she screamed over and over as he beat her.

"I'M SORRY!" Tifa screamed loudly, jerking awake, covered in sweat and tears. Vincent was at her side immediately, hugging her and stroking her hair.

"Tifa? TIFA?! What is it?! What's happened? Are you hurt? For god sakes woman! Answer me!" Tifa sobbed uncontrollably in his arms as Vincent rocked her gently and whispered comfortingly in her ear. What the hell had happened to her? After a long time, Tifa's crying stopped and she held tightly to Vincent, her entire body shaking. Vincent kissed her forehead and pried her off so he could look at her.

"What is it Tifa?" he asked softly.

"C-cloud..........," she choked out before bursting into tears again. Vincent laid her down and held her, silently cursing that prick for what he did to this poor woman. She didn't deserve the way people treated her. He hoped that he could help Tifa see how wonderful she really was, not what people had told her while she grew up. Slut and whore were not uncommon names for her. He had learned all this from the stories Tifa would accidentally spill from time to time when she was feeling down.

On impulse, he pulled her over and kissed her lips tenderly. She clung to him like he was her only way to live. Breaking away after a moment, he looked sadly down at her tear stained face. "It isn't real Tifa. It's not real. It's going to be okay." He hugged her tightly until the only thing he felt was her heart beating and an occasional hiccup from so much crying. Eventually her breathing became even again and he pulled back to see her sleeping. Confused and frustrated, Vincent watched her sleeping form. Every time they were together things like this seemed to happen. Maybe she'd be better off without him. With that thought lingering in his mind, Vincent went back to sleep as well.

The next morning, both Vincent and Tifa didn't wake up until quite late. Vincent's eyes blinked open and he frowned, seeing the bright sunlight outside. It wasn't like him to sleep in. Releasing Tifa from his grip he jumped out of bed and pulled his shirt over his head quickly. What a strange dream that had been. Why would he dream about Tifa being upset with something Cloud did? God, he was mental. A soft chuckle escaped his lips and Tifa rolled over, squinting up at him.

"Is it morning already?" she groaned, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Vincent sighed and tried to shake off the feeling of depression that was hanging over his head. Once they had both dressed, washed up, gotten ready, etc. Vincent couldn't help but notice that Tifa wasn't exactly her usual perky self either. Trudging down the stairs ahead of him, Tifa kept glancing back, as if to make sure he was still there. Was did she think he was going to do? Disappear? The guy at the main desk looked up when they came into the downstairs room.

"You two look tired," he observed with a smile.

"Shove it," Tifa growled and stormed out of the building.

"I'm so sorry," Vincent apologized to the shocked man, "she had a really rough night. She's been having weird mood swings lately." The man nodded, still looking upset and he brightened a little when Vincent paid him and added a little extra gil into the total. "We appreciate your hospitality. Thank you very much," Vincent bowed slightly to the man.

"No," he smiled slightly, "thank you. I hope you at least enjoyed your stay." Vincent nodded and quickly left to find Tifa. When he came out the front door he found her standing there, holding the chocobos reigns and looking ready to murder something.

"I got the chocobos," she said, when he just stared at her.

"I see that," Vincent smiled. He felt desperately out of control of the situation. One false step could mean his death. He headed for his chocobo, pausing to kiss Tifa, and mounted Torro. Tifa followed suit by hopping onto Ashlei and gave him a small smile. He tapped Torro with his feet and they started off towards Nibelheim. Vincent sighed to himself as they rode in silence. Was she going to make everything this difficult for the rest of the trip? Maybe she just needed time to cool off. Hopefully, anyway. He stole a glance back at her and winced at the angry frown that was set upon her face. What could I do to cheer her up? A grin spread across his face as an idea came to his mind. He could hardly wait to get to the mansion............

Author: takes deep breath Geez, that was a long one. What is Vincent's not-so-brilliant idea? lol. Actually it's quite a smart and cute and romantic and ............well you get the idea. Heehee. Pardon the play-on- words there. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and plan on reviewing now. (Or in other words GO REVIEW!) :P yawns Man am I tired.

Sephiroth: blushes Sorry bout that.

Author: grins Hey, it's half my fault too.

Sephiroth: But I'm the one who kept you up all night.

Author: sighs Fine then. Next time we'll bake cookies during the day like normal people, whether or not we get spontaneous cravings for them. All right?

Sephiroth: pouts and nods Fine.

Author: Mmmmmmm...............cookies!

Sephiroth: Here it comes.........

Author: Let's bake more! smiles happily

Cookie dough: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON'T BAKE ME! HELP! HELP! DON'T SPEAR ME!

Readers: OO

Author: ahem So yes, as I was saying..........that you for all your support! I love your reviews! They make me feel so happy and I get a warm and fuzzy feeling inside me. :) No wait, that's just gas. lol. Just kidding. I really do appreciate the reviews I get from each and every one of you. I'll try and get the next chapter up faster then this one was. Aragh! Bloody teachers giving lots of bloody homework and bloody tests to bloody piss up bloody off. School is really stressful right now and I find it relaxing to type after a long hard day of school and homework. I hope you all like the results.

Adam: sneaks through the background Mwahahahahaha! I'm in the story! And you can't see me!

Sephiroth: spots Adam WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!

Adam: cowers NOOOOOOOOOOO! They found me!

Sephiroth: unsheathes masemune Prepare to die!

Author: steps between them Hold it!

Sephiroth: stops with sword in midair

Adam: peeks out of his curled up ball fearfully

Author: Sephiroth you can't kill him!

Adam: smiles proudly Yay! She doesn't want to kill me.

Author: shakes her head Actually, I just don't want Sephiroth covered in blood again. It's icky.

Adam: tear drops anime style Oh thanks. Feel the love.

Sephiroth: glares I'm not letting him live! Never! He'll you know! Yah! And we can't have that!

Author: Um..........he'll what?

Sephiroth: looks at ground and pouts I'm jealous.

Author: looks sceptical You're jealous of 'that'?!

Adam: Hey! I'm standing right here!

Sephiroth: That can be fixed. pulls out sword again

Author: sighs and walks away

Sephiroth: advances on Adam

Adam: does a little back flip and turns into pansy elf-boy Link What-ho! I shall vanquish thee with my trusty.................my trusty..............um............... digs into pack my trusty toothpick! Awww crap, I knew I should have gone shopping at Beedle's boat thingy before I snuck in here! I'm such a fairy! All I've got to fight with is a musical stick and a toothpick! God I suck!

Sephiroth: stares in shock Um........what's with the tights? OO

Author: comes back licking a chocolate-chip mint ice cream cone So are you two done yet........................OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!

Adam: waves his musical stick and transforms into Zelda Oops! Ahh! I'm a girl! waves stick frantically appears again in Ansem's final boss outfit, complete with long silver hair

Author: mouth drops open

Sephiroth: Oh crap! Silver hair alert! We've got a 367! 367 peoples!

Team of SH-Squad: We've got it covered! grab author and drag her kicking and screaming from the transformed Adam

Author: NO! WAIT! I'LL BEHAVE! PLEASE! LET ME GO! I'LL ONLY BE A MINUTE! I SWEAR! LET ME GO!

Sephiroth: Whew. That was a close one.

Adam: I'm confused. Why did they drag her away like that?

Sephiroth: gives him a look that clearly says 'isn't it obvious' Um.......You have silver hair and a nice body. Figure it out.

Adam. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Okay. What?! Really?! grins I have to.............go now.........

Sephiroth: grabs him by the collar Oh no you don't! You're not going anywhere near her like that! narrows his eyes I WILL KILL YOU.

Author: locked in room with padded walls NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I WANT SILVER HAIR! SILVER HAIR!!!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!

Adam: transforms back to his usual self and hands over the musical stick thingy to Sephiroth regrettably

Sephiroth: Mwahahahahahaha! Now I hold the power to manipulate the author's mind. The world is mine!

Author: in cell Must..............obey...............Sephiroth.............I...............l ove..............master...........

Adam: Hey! No fair!

Sephiroth: laughs and runs away

Author: wakes up from nightmare HOLY CRAP! Thank god that was a dream. Oh well, at least I don't suck.

Sephiroth: You suck.

Author: cries Well I'm going to go now. If you think I suck too then don't review. Just leave me in my pit of self-loathing and pity and let me think that everyone hates me! THEY ALL HATE ME! Or smiles perkily if you liked it then review review review! Yayness! And I'll know that I'm loved. Thankies. See you all next chapter.