Disclaimer: Don't own or claim to own Final Fantasy 7 or any of its characters.
Out of boredom.
Something I Wanted
Neatly tied with a bow, Aeris' hair flowed around her. Framing her face, causing it to beam with gentle confidence. That… was one of her lover's favorite features of the Ancient. Only four years ago, Cloud was alone and lost; he had left AVALANCHE in a hurry, no time to pack. But soon enough, the Cetra began to speak with him. Aeris led him around the Planet and back, retrieving everything he would need to resurrect her; that was what he did, he gave her life.
The blond fighter pulled out the chair for her. Da Vinci's Creations was one of the best restaurants in all of Kalm, it was famous for its mouth-watering food. People from all around came to try their cuisine.
The moment the couple had managed to get settled, a voluptuous brunette walked in, first, Cloud simply glanced and dismissed until her face, her figure, her entire self glowed with familiarity. Her hair was dark; it reached just bellow her ears. Wearing only a mini dress, legs with faded scars poked out from beneath. Marks that he could remember distantly. Something told him that her eyes were the key to unlocking his memory but black sunglasses had replaced them. That's when the gorgeous girl noticed the couple, all visible muscles tensed.
As the mystery woman grabbed her food and tried to make a quick escape, Cloud panicked. Before he knew it, he had chased her down to the door, halting her in a grip around her wrist.
"Do I… know you?" God, even her lips jingled his memory.
"Umm… sorry, no." Giving a small tug at her arm, her attempts for freedom were diminished as he tightened his grip.
"I could swear I've seen you before."
"No. No." Pushing her lenses higher up her nose, she shook her head once again. "I've got to go."
With alarming strength, she ripped from his grip and ran towards the parking lot. Waving to a tall redhead, she turned back to make sure Cloud had gone back inside.
"Hey, babe. Got the food?" Reno placed his arm his girlfriend as he led her to the motor cycle. Passing her a helmet in exchange for the bag of food, the Turk smirked from the tantalizing aromas. "I haven't eaten here in years."
"Let's just go."
Hearing her tone, Reno pulled off her sunglasses and let himself be drowned in crimson irises. He'd gotten close to the martial artist in the last three years; he'd learned during that time that she could mask everything about herself except her eyes. They were his only windows. "Tif, I don't like that tone. Something happen in the restaurant?"
Looking over her head, into the restaurant, he saw nothing but seated people.
"No. Nothing, okay? I just want to get home." Though she was obviously lying, this was not the place to discuss it. Reno started up the engine and skidded away.
But as they were zooming away, she took one last glance back at Aeris and Cloud; laughing and joking, kissing and loving. Yet, Tifa Lockheart only saw a life she once wanted.
Should I continue this? If you want me to, I need a couple of people to want that and time because I'd have to finish my big multi-chapter, Forgiving The Unforgivable, right now.