Authors Note: I wasn't too sure on what I was going to write in this but nevertheless.
Disclaimer: I own the girl under the tree… maybe. I don't own anything else.
Spiky blonde hair bobbed up and down on the surface of the sea. A hollow plastic stick protruded beside it.
"See anything Cloud?" a busty brunette by the name of Tifa enquired of the pointy object floating in the sea. Cloud surfaced and held out a shiny materia orb.
"She has come this way," the swordsman announced. The pair made their way back to the shore of Costa Del Sol.
"So who the #$ are we looking for again?" the pilot leaning against the wall asked of his blonde leader.
Cloud looked annoyed. "Yuffie," he grumbled under his breath.
Alongside Cid the pilot, leaning against the wall, were two black men. Or rather, one man dressed in black and the other with skin of a blackish hue, although not quite black. Vincent, the one in black stood in the middle. He wasn't one to clamour for attention. No, he was in the middle because two loud men had decided to go either side of him. The man with skin of dark stood on the other side of the stoic gunslinger, arms folded across his chest. Barret and Cid were trying their best to be like Vincent, even going as far as to wear long red capes (Cid's was a tablecloth, a gift from someone on his and Shera's wedding day) and yellow dishwashing gloves in place of the prosthetic arm.
"Any idea where she could have gone?" Red questioned.
"We have a theory. She may have gone…" he paused, "to Gold Saucer."