Yea, It's been awhile. But I Finally decided to update! Yay! Party! Anyways. Thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 6

Vincent sighed, while continuing to follow the cetra. He hoped to get to Midgar before Sephiroth did something to hurt Tifa. But, he could only helplessly follow the golden brunttet.

Aeris stopped, panting she kneeled to catch her breath. She turned and looked at Vincent. She smiled weakly, wiping her forehead.

"Sorry, I'm not really a runner." She panted slightly still.

Vincent merely nodded his head to the cetra. Her smile barely tugged at the edges of his lips. Only Tifa could generate a smile that would make him smirk even the smallest. Vincent still liked his distance. He had been following a little too closely behind her for his own taste. He figured maybe she had gotten a little faster since she'd been gone. But, apparently not.

"We must hurry along." He said coolly in his monotone voice.

Aeris nodded and was soon running again. Pumping her arms and legs. Trying to run faster. She suddenly saw a crimson blur, fly past her. She started huffing again.

"Vincent! Wait for me!" She nearly coughed, annoyed that the former Turk would leave her behind. She gasped when she saw he had slowed to a stop. She continued to run up to him. A Look of pure annoyance was shone in his eyes.

"Enough of this dawdling." As much as he hated physical contact. He scooped the cetra into his arm and took off quickly.

Aeris blushed slightly and held tight to the dark man. It was like he wasn't even running at all. Instead it seemed like he was floating. A head of them Aeris could see Midgar's ruins of buildings.

'We're coming Tifa! Please be alright..' Aeris thought to herself.

Tifa glared at those around her, and especially at the want to be cetra. Sephiroth had her by her arm. Clinging closely to her as if they were really a couple. She hated this. She hated him. Oh God did she ever hate the people staring! Elderly couples making comments like '" Oh look how cute they are. I wish I was that young again"' And so on and so forth.

However she knew Sephiroth was enjoying this little tid bit of attention. 'Attention Whore'. Tifa thought to herself. Knowing that he could hear her. Which was funny. She could think anything she soully wanted and he couldn't hurt her in public. 'Hahaha' . She noticed Sephiroth looking her way. She smiled. A Big toothy shit eating grin. This was great.

Sephiroth smiled. He had something in mind for her, besides insults. He cleared his throat.

"So Honey what color would you want for your dress?" He asked smoothly.

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" She questioned him. Glaring at him, her wine-colored eyes starting to fill with rage.

"For the wedding of course!" He exclaimed almost as if he was happy.

'Oh my holy Gaia! He's….HE'S SMILING!' Tifa's right eye began to twich. Bad sign. "You can't be serious…" She hissed under her breath.

"What honey? Oh Of course I'm being serious! The weddings only two days away! We need to plan more!" He grinned wickedly at her.

Tifa almost thought she was going to kill him. Oh she wanted to so much at this very moment.

"You fucker.." She hissed, poison dripping from her words.

He continued to smile and drag her along. They were walking near the shops. Sephiroth, looked at all the stores displaying their finest dresses in the windows.

" I'm not marrying you." Tifa glared at him. She then felt the grip on her hand tighten. She looked at him. She almost gasped. The look on his almost didn't seem real. A mix of hurt and anger showed there. He looked….hurt? Wow. Now that was something that would only happen if a time vortex opened up and spit out flying pigs. Well….maybe. Tifa shifted uncomfortably. For some reason she was feeling….Guilt?

'Of what! This wasn't right! Why should I feel bad for hurting His feelings?' She thought sourly. She sighed and looked down.

"How about we go for a drink…? What ya say?" She asked.

He nodded slomly. They walked away and back into the streets. After scanning around for the nearest bar. Soon spotting one after almost a half-an hour. They walked in taking a seat at a booth. A waitress came by and handed them menus. After taking their drink order. The waitress walked away. Sephiroth ordered scotch on rocks, while Tifa just ordered a beer.

Their Table was silent. It was peace to Tifa's ears. And she was happy for it. She leaned back against the booths back. She sighed softly, closing her eyes. She was tired. It was very tempting to just fall asleep. But, she was with someone she could not trust. She opened her eyes to find Sephiroth was not on the other side of the booth. But, now he was right beside her.

She held in a growl. He was to close to her for comfort.

"What?" She asked, wondering why he was so close.

He continued to stare at her. Looking over her facial features. He seemed to be getting closer to her face. Tifa wasn't liking this at all.

"Did any one ever tell you, you have a beautiful face?" He asked softly. Almost…nicely.

"Y..y-yes." It was true, she remembered one person had told her she had a gorgeous face and a wonderful set of eyes. Vincent had said that. She blushed madly that night. It had been raining and she had been out walking in it. She had slipped and landed in a mud puddle. She was a mess, mud sticking to her face and clothes. She had somehow hurt her ankle in the process, Mainly because she had drank a little to much. And thus the cause of her falling and stumbling. She sat there for a second. Trying to decide when to get up or not. When a dark figure made it's way to her. She closed her eyes, not knowing who it was. She was just trying to think she wasn't there. The foot steps came closer and stopped right beside her.

"Tifa, are you alright?" a deep monotoned voice asked softly.

She knew this voice. She opened her eyes, only to see crimson colored eyes looking back into her own. Mr. Vincent Valentine..

She smiled softly, but she knew it flautered. She looked down frowning. Vincent had been watching over so to say. Ever since Cloud left. She sighed softly. Just as she was about to answer. A Soft but cold hand slipped under her chin. Bringing her face up to the dark crimson eyed' man's face.

"Tifa…Your not doing so well are you?" He asked, a hint of pity in his voice.

He lower lip trembled slightly. She some how wanted to devert his gaze but it was no use.

"I don't understand why such a gorgeous woman with those beautiful eyes would ever waste herself on alochal, over some moron." Vincent scoffed as he helped the messy brunttet up. He cradled her in his arms gently before walking softly to her home.

Tifa sighed. She missed the Turk. Her eyes down casted as she thought of Vincent. Sephiroth just sat there, watching her until their drinks came. They soon ordered their food, a stake for Sephiroth and Beef stew for Tifa.

As their food arrived, She smiled at Sephiroth. He gently smiled back. They ate in silence. Sephiroth left Tifa's thoughts alone.

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