A/n: Got to post my shit today! YEAH! Also got stoned witch didn't go so well for my revisions. Anyway,

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Chapter Three: Black Silk Strands

Even though they lived in such a small meager town their Centre was always crowded. Both kids and adults alike went there daily to find entertainment. A lot of travelers pass through since is was there weren't many towns around. Usually travelers would stay in the hotel or sell their goods in the Centre instead of going to the main town. Tifa and Cloud pushed their way through the crowds of people. They could barely take a step without seeing someone they knew. Most people didn't bother to say high to them. Tifa and Cloud never made very many friends. Most of them were opposed to Cloud's way of being. Every way Cloud turned he could feel the stares of the local boys from his school. Why had he even come with Tifa? Cloud knew at this rate he wouldn't stay long.

"I think I'm going to leave." Cloud said uncomfortably shifting under the harsh angry stares. Tifa sighed and turned to him.

"Yeah, I know. You go I have something to do first." Cloud turned to leave the Centre. He shoved his hands in his pockets and lowered his head in an attempt to slink out of town. Cloud aimlessly walked down the nicely shaded path he had came on. Within a few moment's Cloud found himself back at his makeshift home's gate. He stared at the small faded white picket gate. Cloud turned and started walking down the sparsely shaded path towards town. There was a small bit of hope that he would see his godlike mystery man. Cloud looked down at the dust path and rolled a pebble along with him as he walked. Dust and dead grass rolled under the pale sandstone pebble as Cloud continued to kick it. He found himself so caught up with the small pebble he didn't realize that when he stopped someone was standing in front of him. Cloud looked up as a tall figure cast a shadow over him.

"Interesting pebble, Is there something special about it?" Cloud slowly raised his head to the man who was talking to him. Cloud nearly fell backwards when he saw Mr. Mystery staring down at him with a light smile gracing his luscious lips. His long bangs drooped onto his face and small tufts of his silver hair crept over is shoulders. Instead on the bronzed skin on his chest showing he know wore a dirty white shirt and the long dark black jeans that he had on before Cloud stared in disbelief. The man continued to stare down at him, smiling. The mysterious man's attention was diverted when the shift captain at the construction site called him back.

"Well...Good talking to you!" The mystery man gave Cloud a short wave before he jogged back to the dirty construction area. Cloud felt the breath slide out of his body and he turned and walked back to his house. When Cloud returned he plopped himself on the cool porch floor.

"Why didn't I say anything?" Cloud muttered to himself. "Why didn't I say 'Yeah It moves on it's own, trippy huh?' or Something witty like that!" Cloud grinded his knuckle into his forehead and kneaded it. "What didn't I ask him HIS NAME! WHY DIDN'T I SAY ANYTHING!" Cloud scolded himself. He continuously beat himself in the head over and over again trying to figure out what had taken his voice. "ANYTHING WOULD'VE BEEN FINE! AAAAARRGH!" Cloud jumped up then fell back down on the floor. He sat there on his porch and stared at the ceiling, wishing he would've said something.

Tifa continued to push her way though the crowed streets until she turned down a side alley to get away from the mass of people. She really didn't have anything she needed to do. She lied to Cloud because she just wanted to be around people. He always avoided going out, but Tifa loved it. She loved to go to parties and be around anyone. Cloud didn't really mind her going out without him, but he worried his ass off when she went to parties alone. Tifa heard the bass of a loud stereo echo throughout the alley. There must be a party somewhere. There was always a party happening in her town, if you knew where to look that is. Tifa approached the back of the building where the music was coming from. This was the old auto shop. They had just recently shut it down since the owner had been jailed. Tifa stepped around the empty garbage cans and knocked on the rusty old metal door that loosely hung on it's hinges. A young scrawny black man opened the door and leaned against it's edge. He was dressed up in a oil stained jumpsuit and from the smell he was quite drunk. The young black man invited Tifa in and closed the door behind her. The sound of music and laughter now properly filled her ears. Their were young men and women dancing out in the middle of the cold cement floor and people were sitting on empty tool chests and car lifts. Tifa made her way around the party. Half of the people there were older than her, but she still knew who they were. She danced with several of the more friendly single men when one particularly friendly man approached her.

"Hey Tifa, how 'bout a beer?" He offered holding out a large glass full of a rich dark yellow liquid. She knew him well enough, he had asked her out once. She declined him of course, but they were still good friends. Tifa shrugged and grabbed the beer. She cautiously sipped on it for a while until she started to feel sick. Tifa left the commotion of the party and wondered down a hallway. She didn't remember how she got to this hallway, but her head was spinning so bad.

'I just need to lay down and I'll be fine...Yes just lay down...' Tifa tried to convince herself that she was just dizzy. Her head started to spin as she reached for the door to a room and opened it. Tifa fell forward as the door swung open. She felt her head connect with something solid. It wasn't the cold hard floor. It was something soft, yet hard. She felt her hands grasp smooth cool material as she tried to steady herself. Tifa looked up at what she was leaning on. It was a man, a very stunned and confused looking man. His smooth black hair shot off the back of his head and thin strips occasionally fell over his broad face. He had large purple eyes that were searching hers hoping to find a reason for her leaning on his chest. Tifa realized she felt the beating of his heart. She was gripping onto his loose black silk shirt and her face was pressed against the clean white muscle shirt that was under it.

"I just...Need to lay down." Tifa muttered to the mysterious man as she passed out against his chest.