Grinding
Final Fantasy VII, all rights to the Square-Enix. I was seriously thinking about how to end this fic. I usually hate happy endings…then again I might find a break-even point (Lol, break even point, reminds me my economy essay).
Tifa, Aeris and Marlene were sitting outside enjoying fresh drinks under the hot sun. Barret had to run some errands and left her in safe hands. Marlene never gave any problems; she had shown more maturity than Yuffie. She'd watch cartoons on tv only with Yuffie, she'd rather go outside and play, or what she preferred doing: drawing.
"Let me see" Aeris took a look at the drawing "It's us!"
"Yes…you and Tifa…and that's me" she pointed "You're the lady in pink, Tifa is brown."
Tifa bent to take a better look.
"Uhmm…the brown lady, huh?" she snorted "Now I'm insulted."
"She's just a kid. She says things as she sees them."
"Uhmmm…" she laid her head on the table helplessly.
"Tifa, I've noticed you've become much more relaxed lately."
"Huh? Really?" she raised her head.
"Yes, I guess the idea of moving is already having its effects" she smiled.
"Yeah…moving" she chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing…nothing" she couldn't prevent from smiling from the real thing that was keeping her in good mood.
XX
"Maybe I should go back too"
Yuffie was terribly bored without Cid to piss off. He said he'd be back in less than three days, and day one was already becoming too long for her. Red wasn't a great entertaining substitute. To annoy people like Aeris, Tifa and Vincent was not something she was looking forward too. They were all too boring.
"Go back to Wutai?" added Red.
He said he'd go soon as well but he kept making the best of those days lying around.
"Uhum" she rolled her legs up "After the big deal with my father maybe I can find something actually good to do with my life."
"Hearing you talk about taking responsibilities makes me think some earthquake or another meteor is ahead."
"Grunt! You're an asshole just like Cid, you know?"
Aeris and Tifa came in. Marlene stayed outside.
"I'm off to do the laundry."
Vincent and Cloud arrived at the same time. Tifa tried her best to act like she was pissed at him, just to make things seem normal between them.
"Why don't you take advantage of the gentlemen around?" she joked.
"No, no. It's enough I don't work."
"Perhaps you should lend a hand Tifa. You might discover that a washing machine is friendlier than you're feared kitchen."
"You're dead Vincent!" she added.
"Stop, stop!" Aeris cried "Tifa stop bothering Vincent."
"Wha…he was the one who bothered me first."
"Oh my! Tifa you come and help me, com'on" Aeris added with commanding tone.
"O-ok…"
"Err Vincent…" added Cloud distractedly "Why is it you two fight over nonsense so often lately."
"Perhaps because she instigates me."
"Why would she?"
"Maybe she enjoys it. Women are not of my competence at the moment" he added leaving.
XX
Aeris putted everything inside and started the machines.
"So you promise to leave the poor man alone."
"Egagd! What's with you taking his side?"
"I'm not taking his side Tifa, but as I see it, whenever he's around you seem to have the inevitable urge to make some offending comment."
"Tsk! If you find that offensive you should take a better talk with him yourself."
"I know how annoying Vincent is. Still he hasn't had the best luck in the past. Try to be comprehensive."
Tifa couldn't help but laugh. Aeris had no idea she was intentionally making her think she hated him.
"Tifa, you're laughing?"
"Well, no…I mean "she turned "You giving him the pitiful lad excuse when he'd probably kill you if he knew."
"I know it's not nice…" Aeris looked away for a moment "Gosh, I have to check if I took tonight's dinner out."
"I'll wait here."
"You don't have to; the machine works on its own."
"Its fine, I'll read a magazine. Nobody comes bother down here."
Aeris left and crossed Vincent. She stopped him for a quick resume of Tifa's scolding.
"It doesn't bother me really."
"Well, that's nice to hear. I left her in the laundry room."
"Is that so?"
XX
"Tomorrow we could go to the pool?"
"You'd party all week, wouldn't you?"
Yuffie had targeted Cloud, not to piss him like the others though.
"Is the pool expensive?"
"Tomorrow many of us work, we don't have time."
"We're wasting our time. We're young! Let's live life to the fullest."
"Listen, why don't you take Marlene with you tomorrow?"
"There goes the kid-label again" she thought pissed.
"Geezz! I have new bikini I want to try on."
"You'll have plenty of chances." Cloud grabbed a couple of papers and headed out.
"Where you going?"
"I have to distribute this stuff to Reeve."
"Right!" she snorted.
Yuffie kept seriously considering going back to Wutai then.
XX
"There's something exiting about doing it in the laundry?"
Tifa hanged from Vincent's neck.
"It does sound perverted, doesn't it?"
He kept kissing her.
"I hope it's not onion what I'm tasting."
"Close…try again."
Another deep kiss.
"Yes…" he backed "It's onion alright"
"Ahhww! Com'on. you're just making stupid excuse to not kiss me."
"Why would I do that" he picked her up making her sit on the machine.
"You tell me!"
"The fact is…" he kissed her ear.
"Yes…?" she pleaded.
"You're too short and it hurts like hell whenever I have to bend down."
"What?" she hit his back "You big jerk! Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!"
He laughed.
"I'm not short. You know how tall I am?"
"No, but I know how silly you are now."
He moved his hand under her shirt.
"You really want to do it here?"
"Stop talking dammit" he laid her down.
"I'm uncomfortable…"
"You'll be even less comfortable if you keep talking."
As Tifa moved his head against her breast she started to moan.
Vincent suddenly got up quickly making Tifa loose her balance and fall down.
The door opened wide.
"Hey there! What are you two doing in here?"
"Y-yuffie!" Tifa almost yelled.
XX
I'm not sure about my new space trick, anyways, I find the last part way hilarious…then again I have no reason to compliment myself, oh no I don't. Is it becoming too comical? I have dramatic twist coming up so if it seems funny now don't think It'll stay like that. Be advised or…relived for the anyone with a drama edge.