Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and its characters aren't mine. I just use them for entertainment. The storyline belongs to me, though, kinda. I assure you that the broken lightbulb in the previous chapter are mine, however. (insert smiley face here) The random ticket lady wasn't mine, either. So yeah. I OWN NOTHING!

Note: Vincent won't be OOC in this chapter, because it's not Vincent, it's CHAOS! Muahaha! Technically we don't know if Chaos will be OOC or not because…he never speaks in the game…If any of the characters are OOC I apologize! (bows)

Second Note: About the last chapter, sorry to all Yuffentine lovers for making the fic VincentxTifa! I promise to make a Yuffentine in the future.

Third Note: The chapter switches between POV's again.

Chapter 8: 24 Hours of Chaos, literally (Tifa's POV)

Vincent—no, Chaos—stood up, still smirking. He was definitely a demon—you could see it in his crimson eyes. When Vincent was as he usually was, that look was there, but very well hidden. Besides, it was never Chaos, it was Vincent.

"Are you mute, madam?" Chaos asked, raising one eyebrow.

"N-no," I stuttered, shaking my head.

The demon chuckled. "But you're afraid. Of course you are, don't worry. Don't deny it. Mortals always fear me, because they know that I am a threat. But a promise is a promise—I won't kill you."

"Um…okay…"

"Aren't you going to fix that lightbulb?" he asked calmly.

"Lightbulb? Wha—oh yeah! Um yes but first I have to find a lightbulb…"

Eventually, I did and fixed the light. With the light on in the room, I felt less nervous for some reason. It was my bar, so I had memorized everything about it in my years here, but the darkness…it has the tendency to make you feel alone; to let your thoughts swallow you into a void you cannot get out of.

…Did I just say that? Hmm. It sounded more like something Vincent would say than me. Or maybe Cloud…where were the others, anyway? It was almost twelve-thirty and the park closed at one.

"Er…Chaos," I said, turning to face him.

"Yes, mortal?"

"I'm going to bed now. You should probably go back to your room as well, at least to think or whatever demons do at night if you don't sleep," I shrugged.

"Indeed I think I shall, mortal, just not at the moment," Chaos smirked. "And as the hostess, shouldn't you wait up for your guests? Have you no manners?"

I raised my eyebrows but couldn't say anything. I liked my blood well enough and didn't want to lose any.

Chaos's POV

Eventually, the other mortals returned to the bar. They were tired, a weakness that I, fortunately, do not possess. They returned to their temporary rooms, presumably to sleep, but demons did not need to sleep. I returned to my room anyway and lay on the bed that bartending mortal girl provided for Vincent. Once there, I couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic human. He was still inside his own mind, but could not control anything I did.

That fact made me sort of mad…the fact that he was still inside of himself somewhere, even though I had complete control. However the previous day, I was pushed out of his mind—I simply disappeared—and he had complete control. I suppose that is because you cannot push yourself out of yourself until you are dead but you can push an intruder out…if that makes any sense.

"Weakling," I hissed at him, and loved the fact that he couldn't answer. I decided to spend the night viewing all of the thoughts that passed through his mind when he was free of me…because they were the very ones he didn't want me to see.

Don't get me wrong. I do have respect for the man, but he is a weakling compared to me. (I do not have a large ego. Shush, mortal.) The only way to make a weakling stronger is to push them harder—by being hard on him, by taunting him, one day, he will become almost as strong as myself. Then I will be proud to call him my host.

I was surprised to find that his thoughts were mostly normal. It bored me somewhat but it was still worth seeing those thoughts. Even when I looked through his scenes with that Tifa girl, his thoughts were that of a normal human—what I loved, though, was that Vincent sat helplessly in the corner of his own mind, unable to stop me from seeing what he didn't want me to see. I never truly thought that kissing was that big of a deal, though…but then again, I am a demon. Even when someone dies, I do not think it is that big of a deal. Death happens and I am immune to sorrow. So, of course, these small matters didn't make me pleased unless it aggravated Vincent.

Tifa's POV

The morning came quickly, even though I was worried. I probably don't need to say it but I was worried about Vincent, even Chaos. They could take care of themselves but it was just my instinct to worry about someone I cared about…as long as Chaos was in the form of someone that I cared about, I'd care about him even if no one understood why.

My alarm clock went off, so I turned it off so the others wouldn't wake up. I did the usual morning routine—combed my hair, brushed my teeth, changed clothes, and took a quick shower—then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. I didn't hear anyone walk into the room, so I sort of freaked out when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Oh…hi, Chaos," I said, taking a deep breath. "Um, need anything?"

"Not really," he said.

"Um…I know you probably don't eat, but just in case, breakfast isn't ready yet," I said timidly.

"That's fine, and you're right…I don't eat," he smirked.

Chaos being in the room made me feel kinda uneasy, because I felt him staring at my back as I cooked. When I turned around to look at him, he just stared back silently. But after a while, the others woke up and came in, and I felt a little more comfortable.

It wasn't that I feared Chaos all that much. I just didn't know how different he was from Vincent, and, well, Chaos is a demon…not that I have anything against demons but they just have a chilling aura, I suppose.

"Tifa," Cloud said, sort of loudly.

I looked up. I hadn't realized before now that he'd said my name more than once.

"Oh! Uh…yeah, Cloud?" I asked.

"Are you okay, Tif? You seem sort of off today," he said, frowning slightly.

"No, I'm okay…"

"Are you mad at me?"

I looked at him, shocked. "No way! Why would I be?"

"Because of Yuffie, maybe," he muttered, shrugging.

"Ohh. Um…I don't care, I mean, you're still my friend and everything," I said.

"Alright. Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said somewhat harshly.

Cloud stared at me for a moment, then shrugged. "Whatever…"

I felt someone staring at me, and whirled around, saw Chaos staring, and glared. "Do you need something?"

He just smirked, and didn't look away.

Chaos's POV

I liked being able to move freely, and not just sit, trapped in Vincent's mind for a change. The hours were ticking by though, and as it got late, I admit to a feeling of worry and regret of not doing much in my one day of being in control. Tifa and I were now the only ones still awake—she was cleaning her bar, and I was just standing there. I regret what I did, but as a demon, not being able to feel warm blood on my hands when I'm in control of myself for twenty four hours was driving me insane. My hand twitched, the good one (even though it had grown claws when I had taken control), longing for the feel of blood.

I walked up to the counter.

Tifa's POV

"Hi, Chaos, need anything?" I asked, glancing at the clock. In only fifteen minutes, Vincent would be his normal self again.

The head demon just stood there, staring at me. There was an odd look in his eye, telling me he wanted something, but I didn't know what. "Chaos…?"

There was an odd gleam in his eye as I felt a sharp, wide pain in my upper arm. His claws dug into my flesh, puncturing the skin. I screamed slightly and attempted to wrench my arm away but that just resulted in more bloodshed.

"Chaos, stop!" I begged. He pulled his claws out of my arm, a twisted smile on his lips as he allowed my blood to trickle down his arm. He cupped his hand, the blood forming a small puddle in the palm of his hand. He raised it to his lips.

I took this opportunity to run away from the counter. The coat rack in the corner of the bar room had no coats on it, so I picked it up, ready to use it as a weapon if I needed to.

The minutes ticked by too slowly for me, but Chaos seemed content just feeling the warm blood in his hand. There was a small red stain in the corner of his mouth. With that pale skin and long black hair, he looked like a vampire. Then, suddenly, his smile disappeared and he fell over.

I wasn't sure why he fell over, but then I heard the clock. It was midnight. I sighed in relief.

Yumesuta: Well, that's the eighth chapter! It won't be much longer until the end now, but it'll be more than one chapter! REVIEW PLEASE!