Hiya peoples! Another chapter! But it doesn't have Cloud in it. Only Tifa and Zangan. (What happened to Cloud? Right? Well, you have to wait. That first chapter took me a LONG time, like, almost a month to write, so most likely, the third will take the same amount of time...:( )To tell the truth, I never knew how they met. But oh well, I just made a quick chaptie. Go easy on the reveiws, this is a first fanfiction, and I can't type, or be descriptive for my life. I can even write.Sue me. DON'T! Enjoy people!

For now on (even in chapter one) Nothing trademark belong to me. Everything that is,belongs to that company or person. :P


The time was daybreak. The sun began soaring adjoin the mountains and gleamed aglow all over the small town, Nibelheim. Inside her house, Tifa lie asleep underneath the covers of her bed. As bright gleams of light came streaming through the windows and reached her face, she slightly moved, then pulled the covers over her head. "Not now…" she moaned, putting the pillow over her head to hide from the light.

"Tifa!" He father called from behind her closed door, "Wake up!" He said as stomped back downstairs.

"…Okay…" Tifa moaned again. She pushed covers away from her body with her feet and legs and slowly sat up. The girl yawned, and rubbed the sleepy from her eyes. It was the first time in a while since she hadn't gotten much sleep…


Tifa was in her under garments as sat inside her room quietly, in front of her piano. The piano… she never knew how to play it. It was from her mother, before she died… Her mother… a beautiful woman, whom had a wonderful husband, and an energetic daughter. But she was been departed from this world… and Tifa never knew the cause… she asked again and again to herself, why? How? Who knew? She asked everyone in town, and no one seemed to know. Maybe her father did. Yeah, her father. She would ask about her mother, but he would just ignore the question and trail off to another topic.

Tifa shook her head to rid of the horrifying memories and focused on the piano. It's just that lately; she's been under the weather. Her life has been a train wreak. First her mother, her friends, and now Cloud. That name has never left her mind. It's been almost two weeks since he left her...

She remembered some of the days of Cloud. How he would stand in the back, watching the other kids play, how he would get into fights for almost no reason, how he would never talk to anyone. Barely even herself! But strangely, she felt attracted to him… the day they made the promise. Does he like her? What about her feelings for him? She felt like she was in a spiraling pool of mixed feelings. She decided they were still just friends, nothing special, she told herself.

Tifa sighed loudly and continued to look at the piano. She remembered one song, a song that her mother used to play for her almost every night…

She stopped in thought. Tifa paused and look at the black dustless piano. Suddenly, the young girl threw her hands on the it. So many thoughts, so many things happened to in her life. She hated it! She hated to remember all those horrible thoughts, to reminisce about the past. And she grew tired from it. Her mother dead, the coma she was in, he best friends leaving to town, Cloud… I was just all to much…

"Tifa!" A low voice sounded from the door. The person knocked multiple times before Tifa snapped back to reality.

"Uh… Huh?" She said as she woke from her daze of memories. She stood up and looked at the door.

"Tifa, go outside. You know you can't stay in the house all day." The voice responded. Tifa noticed that voice; it was her father, of course. She walked over to the door, and opened it wide enough to fit her head through.

"Okay, I'm going." She said, and shut the door lightly. Tifa put her back against the door and looked up the ceiling. "I guess I can go out for some fresh air…"

Tifa quickly put on black pants and a blue t-shirt, and let her hair flow behind her as she walked from her house. The sun signed brightly, no clouds hanging in the atmosphere, just the sun. But to Tifa, she felt like the sun was taunting her, laughing at her memories. Sometimes, the sun is to hate…

She trailed off in thought as she saw a group of people crowding by the front entrance of the town. What's so big that almost the whole town has to crowd about? She walked over to see.

In the middle of the crowd, she saw a middle aged man, about forty years or older. He had, graying hair and tied into a ponytail, and had a grey bread and moustache. The man wore a red vest but no shirt, black baggy pants and black boots, and black gloves. He had muscles, no doubt, he was strong. 'Some kind of bounty hunter maybe?'

The man began to spoke above the crowd, "I'm looking a student to pass on my technique! Who can take the almighty Zangan greatest challenges? Who has the patience of learning the greatest, most powerful fighting arts?" The middle aged man gruff voice announced.

He looked around the cluster of people. 'To short, to weak…' He said to himself as he looked for the 'lucky student'.

Zangan noticed Tifa behind the crowd smiled slyly at her, "You young lady!" he yelled, "You will become my next student!"

Tifa gasped and looked around for anyone else around her. The left, the right; She failed to find anyone around her… he was talking to her.

"Come! Young lady!" The man shouted above the crowd. He waved his hands and signaled to come forward, and Tifa did so.

The faction of people suddenly became silent. The stared at her as she made her way toward him. She knew something was going to happen. And she knew she wouldn't like it.

As the young girl reached the man, he seemed taller than he was before, and looked much stronger. For this, made Tifa a bit nervous. What in the world was happening?

"What is your name?" He said in a lowered voice.

"…Tifa." The girl answered. She felt a bit persistent to give him her own name, but she felt she can trust him, for a reason.

"Tifa, how would you like to be my new student?" He asked, in an unusual, perhaps gentle voice. The man, Zangan, smiled to Tifa.

She glanced back at him, not knowing WHAT to say. Out of a whole crowd, he chose a lonely girl, who wasn't in the first place, interested? Tifa opened her mouth to say 'no', but would it hurt to be trained? To be a student to the "almighty Zangan?" Plus, this is a great opportunity to show Cloud she learned something new too. She could imagine it, his face going pale as she does a flying kick to a table, sending it towards the end of the town! She was eager to learn now.

She really couldn't wait until Cloud came back.

"Yes!"


A/N: I hope it's okay. I didn't have a clue of what to put in the story... yeah, go and review! NO FLAMES!