Disclaimer: I don't own ff7. Well. I own a copy of the game but I don't know it that counts… hmmm.

I was reading through the older chapters and I picked up on like 10 mistakes but when I tried to fix it something was wrong with the server or something. So please ignore my mistakes. Plus I might take awhile for the next chapter.

-sigh- I've been really depressed lately because I just realized that I still like this guy I used to like. No. 'like' isn't even the word for what I'm feeling, before I started talking to this certain guy, I had crushes on like 3 different guys. Now that I started talking to him again, I can't even REMEMBER what I felt for the other guys. More so, one of those guys now likes me (I think). Everything's fucked up cause this certain guy that I'm head over heels for stopped talking to me like a day ago, it was like lets-not-even-try-to-talk-at-all ignore me. I'm just really stressed right now cause I've been having epiphanies for the last two weeks. And I don't open up to my friends much, when I do, it ends up picking up a knife and jabbing it into my back. And while it's still trying to pry the knife out and stab me again, it starts dissing me. The only reason why I started writing these weird crapped up stories is because its another way of venting out what I feel. Plus, it's easier to open up to you people because you're all pretty much strangers to me. I know you can't hurt me. =) I'm always the one who smiles, even when I'm not happy. That's the way it is with my friends, most of them don't know when I'm crying-suicidal-depressed cause I smile and laugh. I should get a Grammy or something for acting. Oh well… enough with me =) TO THE STORY.

The Location Of Thee?

The tension was suffocating, thick and smoldering, the trio of comrades sat and ate silently. Eyes glanced at one another, something was different this faithful evening, Vincent was planning to leave with Nanaki tonight, Nanaki was scheming a way to avoid Tifa's implicating gaze, and Tifa was questioning her next move in her stratagem to attach herself to Vincent for his trip.

Dinner ended to quickly, mumbling quiet goodnight's, they headed to separate directions. But a voice caught Vincent before he could escape.

"Vince? Can we talk?" Damn. Her voice alone was like a siren's, seducing and needy. He slowly turned to face her, gentle eyes and a warm smile graced the fist fighter's face. The gunman simply nodded and walked toward her.

"I was just wondering… where do you think I should go after this? I mean I can't stay here forever right?" He was much taller than she was, she craned her head up just to look him in the eye.

"…Nibelhiem?" Suddenly, the wine-orbs that held his gaze fell to the floor, the hands that could destroy a man's bones were knitted together behind her back. Her left toe was drilling its way into the ground.

"Oh."

"Did you have something else in mind?" Oh god, you're just setting yourself up.

"Well… I was wondering if I could go and help with your search for Lucretia." The words came out quickly, drenched in nervousness.

Hahahaha. Bring her. I can't wait to get my claws on her. Chaos' gleeful laughter filled Vincent's ears. What could he say? No? And if so, his reason would be what? That the thing in his head wants to kill you? How would that sound? 'Oh, Tifa, I'm sorry. The demon in my head wants slaughter you mercilessly'?

"…"

"Vince?"

"…If you'd like." I'm going to regret this.

----Next Morning----

The trio left Cosmo Canyon after grabbing several books, Cid had informed them that a man in Rocket town also had some search tools that might come in useful. Her hair was blowing in the wind, it was like a silk sheet being held in the breeze. His unyielding eyes watched Tifa intently, she wore a white blouse with a plaid sweater vest over it, to finish her odd outfit was a long plaid skirt, and it went just bellow her knees. Cid insisted that they head back to Nibelhiem to pick up her gloves and some clothing, one thing the sharp-eyed man noticed was that the woman's clothing style had taken a very sharp moral turn. Her wardrobe consisted of unflattering shirts and shapeless bottoms. The cloaked figure that stooped in the shadows pondered her sudden change.

It didn't matter; they had arrived at Cid and Shera's quaint home, in which a very pregnant Shera answered the door. Nanaki, once again, made up for most of the speaking. Tifa seemed uneasily quiet under Vincent's suspicious stare; something was different about her. Something was off.

But another day was soon claimed and the Sun was barely peeping over horizon now. Cid seemed much more jolly with his arms around his wife, Nanaki persisted that they wait until the next day before investigating this man with helpful tools and such that could search for virtually anything.

Her claret eyes was burning a orange tint as it reflected the sky's changing colors, she had lost interest in the conversation long ago, instead, her attention was drawn to the setting Sun. Unknown to her, another pair of vermilion eyes were trying to peer into her very soul. Her body was absolutely delectable, yes, but Vincent could hardly see any of its smooth curves through the layers she wore. It doesn't matter… something deep inside him made him feel apathetic about her figure, rather, he was in a bout of a trance, completely bewitched by the way her face seemed. Exactly like the morning when she had seek for his comfort in words, the night she had learned of his journey. But this time, he could see the way her eyes seemed like a child's, naïve to everything outside of the window. Thinking that it was rainbows and lollipops, plain peacefulness glowed with her irises… but something familiar crept inside them.

"Hey, Vincent! Let's go bar hopping!" The chain-smoker called for his presence, seemingly feeling much more favorable of the onyx crowned shooter. He managed to pry his eyes off Tifa to see that even Nanaki was following on the drinking trip; he was about to refuse when a hand rested itself on his shoulder. Looking up, the same cherry eyes crashed into his own, once again, the raw emotion that was there a second ago was masked behind hundreds of barriers.

"Come on, Vince." When had she adorned me with that nickname? "It could be fun. I mean, we could have one last vacation before we start working our butts off searching the planet, right?"

There it was, that smile. It brightened the room like a fluorescent light bulb but it was just that, manufactured, unnatural. But if you were in the dark, you would still invite it with open arms. Oddly enough, the cold-hearted ex-killer could not refuse her smile, it was like a urge that could not be denied. He simply nodded in agreement.

Cid's boisterous laughter boomed into his ear, Nanaki's drunken howl followed. Vincent sat in the stool right of the two intoxicated patrons, Tifa sat to his left sipping a Screwdriver, he hardly touched his scotch on the rocks though.

"I'm going to the washroom for a second, okay?" Her skirt swirled as she stood and moved towards the restroom sign.

The moment she left her seat it was filled with a bodacious blonde, her eyebrows were perfectly shaped over intense blue orbs. A tight burgundy corset top stretched over an impressive chest; her black mini skirt clamped on her hips leaving her silky legs in sight.

"Hi." Her voice was incredibly sensual. Vincent gave her a sexy smirk before turning in his seat to face her. One-night stands that mean nothing can't be counted as cheating in his opinion, sometimes he loved the way his morals worked.

"Hey, baby. Looking for a good time?" Slurred words and a wolf call made its way to Tifa as she exited the ladies' room. Disgusted shivers shook her body, she hated it when men did that… unless it was Cloud… Ignoring her mind's voice and the drunken commands, she proceeded her way back to her seat. Once in earshot, she heard a hearty laugh. She froze in her spot. Someone else was in her seat, someone flirting with Vincent. The golden-haired bimbo's hand was resting on his forearm, she leaned into him, eyes closed and pursed lips. Something wrenched in Tifa, her right eye gave a twitch; she hated the way that slut was kissing Vincent, she hated the way Vincent let her, even smooching back.

What's wrong with me? Why am I mad?! This realization confused her thoroughly. Because… because he loves Lucretia! He should be loyal to that love… like how Cloud should have been loyal to me… The insanity over a simple kiss… that didn't even include her!

The kiss ended and they continued to chat; a hand traveled up Tifa, from her thigh and started to pull up her skirt. Startled, deadly instincts kicked in before her mind could retaliate, her elbow flew back and a loud crack sounded.

"AHH! You bitch!" The martial artist turned to face her groper, blood dripped from his nose. "What the fuck's wrong with you?!"

"What the fuck's wrong with me?! What in mother fucking hell's wrong with me?! You go off touching me like I'm yours to grope, you sick bastard! I should be smashing your shitty face into the floor right now!" She hated when men leered at her, but she utterly despised it when they would touch her. Frustration that she hadn't managed to work off ever since Cloud's suicide was surfacing, not to mention the scene she had witnessed just before.

"I'd like to see you try, honey." The rugged man pulled out a flick knife. "Usually I'd hate to cut up such a hot face but I'll make an exception for a whore like you."

The twitch. The slight opening of her mouth, showing her clenched teeth. Balled fists. The most earth-quaking feature of anger Tifa had was her eyes, it was like ice but it would scorch you, it was the look of someone who was the dealer of Death.

"I was always told not to play with filthy trash, you never know where'd it been. But I'll make an exception for you." Now her voice was murderously low, darker then when she had first threatened Cid. The more happy, innocent angel you were, the more vile, homicidal of a demon you could be.

Her foot came up quickly, easily disarming the man. Repulsion burned bright within her, she couldn't stop. Her fist went down and slammed into his gut, forcing him to bend over. Speeding with velocity that was unmatchable, her elbow cracked into his unsuspecting cranium. He was almost out of the conscious world but she wouldn't let him fall to the floor and slip into pleasurable abyss. Oh no, he didn't deserve that. Her knee came up, causing him immense pain in the chest. But a break came, he slowly stood up right.

"Fuggin' bitch." His words were sloshed around with blood in his mouth. Venom seeped into her expression, Tifa brought her fist back and punched him square in the face. The pervert went down, one of his friends caught him but was over-weighed and fell over under the man's weight. A cheer surrounded Tifa, in her furry, she didn't notice the crowd that had gathered. Most of them believed that she had done what was right but some looked fearful and worried.

With one hand, she shielded herself from the people's views as she moved towards the exit. One voice, though, rang over the rest.

"Tifa." Right next to her was Vincent… without the blonde. "I'm going to need your assistance with… them." He gestured towards the singing couple, Cid and Nanaki.

It was a quiet walk, no words came from either sober member of the party, while as the other two were quite loud. Shera showed them where to put the two before heading into bed herself, leaving the two alone.

"That… was some fight." The ex-Turk was impressed by her fighting abilities but didn't understand her flaring anger at a simple man.

"Yeah…" Her response was meek.

"You seem to have something genuinely against him."

"I… just don't like it when men do those things. Like touch me or look at me." Unless it was Cloud.

"Unless it was Cloud." He voiced her thoughts, mine as well find out where the young fighter went.

"… You don't know that." She wouldn't look him in the eye, all of the sudden the toe of her boot seemed like a very entertaining show.

An awkward silence fell onto them. Hurt from Tifa's voice caused the tension to thicken, but then again, since when did Vincent truly care about being sensitive?

"It's obvious that you love him. You wouldn't mind if he leered at you. To tell you the truth, I think he might have loved in too." He didn't believe in what he had just spoken but he couldn't imagine leaving the sentence with a sour ton; she didn't seem to take it like he thought.

"Then why did he leave me?!" her outburst was surprised him to say the least. "I gave him everything! If he fucking loved me then why would he leave?!"

Leave? He left her? Cloud left Tifa? The gunman truly believe that it would be Tifa who got fed up with the leader's negligence over her to the Cetra… not him to leave her.

"Leave… you? Where did he go?" All of a sudden, her toe seemed interesting all over again.