My Wife, Tifa

Gabreilla Moushigo

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It was morning in the village of Kalm. The children were playing and lovers were sight-seeing and eating at the café. Shopkeepers were busy screaming at passersby, hoping to catch their eye and force them into a ridiculous purchase they would regret later.

A lone figure walked into town, his tattered cloak trailing behind him. This did not seem so out of place, the villagers have seen him before. The man with the black clothes and the gold tipped boots. He had dark hair that spiked up in odd angles, his signature red head band in place.

The innkeeper was outside, sweeping off the front porch as he did every morning. Something in his peripheral vision caught his eye, a flicker maybe. He had to look up. There! He spotted the red cape, recognizing him "Vincent! We haven't seen you around in a while." More like a few days, but who was counting? "Finished with all that Deepground nonsense?"

Vincent halted in his footsteps and regarded the man. It seemed as if he was going to ignore him at first, but thought better of it. He seemed hesitant before he nodded in agreement. "Yes, I've just returned from exterminating those vermin."

He is certainly more talkative today. The innkeeper thought to himself, he would usually run off without a second glance. Then he thought to ask, "Where is your wife?"

"My wife?" Vincent asked stupidly, his feet shifting from one foot to the other.

"You know, the woman… Tifa?" Why did the man always claim her as his wife with a question in his voice? It wasn't natural.

Vincent seemed to find this information very interesting. "That's right, my wife, Tifa." Then an idea seemed to strike him. "She is staying at a friend's house, she will return shortly. I am just going back to our home now. I wanted to get the power turned back on."

"Of course." The innkeeper nodded in agreement. "Make sure you say hello to Pumpkin for me."

Vincent nodded, not even willing to ask what the hell that meant. "I cannot get into the house though; I left my keys with Tifa."

"Well, ya silly fool…" The innkeeper laughed. "Why don't you just go get your spare… you left one with your neighbor right?"

"Of course, how could I forget?" Vincent shook his head, trying to clear it. "It's been a while since I've been in town… I think I might have lost my way."

"Are you feeling alright?" The man asked, this was very unlike him.

"Yes, yes… I am fine." Vincent waved his hand. "I'm just lost without my wife."

"You did seem upset when she went missing." His face grew darker when he informed. "Don't think I didn't notice you breaking down the door… I ought to charge you…" Then he thought better. "But I'll let it slide since you were worried about her."

It seemed hard for Vincent to say, but he did. "Thank you…" He was waiting for the man to give him the information he needed, but when he said nothing Vincent finally asked. "The directions to the house?"

"Just walk down the road, out of town." The man was a recluse! How could he not remember the way to his own home? "You'll see the construction bin right outside their house."

"Thank you." Vincent said again, bowed his head respectfully.

The innkeeper shook his head as he watched him leave. There was just something not right about that man sometimes. Hopefully his wife would come along soon to straighten him out!

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Vincent's feet took him out of town, just as the innkeeper said to. He quickly saw the bin in which all the left over construction materials were left. Obviously they were busy with the repairs in town. They had just gone through a major disaster not but a few months back. Vincent was at the front doorstep of the man in question within moments. He lifted his fist, as he had seen others do before and rapped lightly on the door.

The door swung open so fast Vincent had to keep from jumping out of the way. "Hey Vince!" The man smiled, his eyes almost closing from the force of it.

He wished he had asked the innkeeper his name. "I left my keys with Tifa." Vincent said, strait to the point.

"Not very talkative today?" He looked at him, then folded his arms in front of him. "Did you cut your hair differently? It's a bit spiky."

"Yes." Vincent offered no further information.

"Well, I like it. I guess you needed to do something different eh?" He grinned, smacking his shoulder familiarly. Vincent just looked at him with a bit of horror; no one had touched him like that before… well… maybe except for… "Well I like it!" The man interrupted his thoughts. Before he could respond the subject was changed, "Tifa doing alright?"

"She is at a friend's house." He repeated the same story as earlier.

"Ah, that's a shame… you two were attached at the hip."

This was getting tiresome. "Yes, I love her very much." Vincent said impatiently. "The keys?"

The man wasn't thrown off by his curt attitude at all. He just gave another smile and a nod. "Ah, let me go get them then." The man disappeared into the house and Vincent followed after uninvited. The man turned around, startled. Vincent had never walked into his house before. "Uh, here you go." He jingled the keys.

Finally. "Thanks." Vincent reached to his hip abruptly, pulling out his Cerberus and took aim.

"Vince?" His neighbor dropped the keys the floor and raised his hands as if to surrender. He wondered what he had done wrong.

A shot fired out and he slumped to the floor, dead.

Vincent threw his gun to the floor with a smile. He stepped over the man's body to pick up the keys lying next to him. With the keys in his possession and a murder already on his hands he decided to leave and get what he came here for.

Vincent made his way up to the home which he thought to be his. "So, he's married to Tifa is he?" This information seemed to make him gleeful. "I'll kill her then." He walked up the stairs, the railing looked like it had been pecked by a chocobo… were there wild ones out here? "Now, where have you gone to?" He would search this place, and find out where they were.

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Author's Notes:

Not much to say here, other than you already know who Vincent? is! Hehe. I know I wouldn't be fooling anyone. Next chapter will be about the fun times between Cid and Vincent. I hope you enjoyed this one though.

I got a bit lazy on this chapter as far as editing goes. I'll probably give it a look through in a bit. My schedule has been a bit tight recently.

On to the Reviews:

Starwolf Magic: Ha! There will be more merriment in the next chapter. The funny will continue.

Vinny the Vampire: Yeah, I think sending them to Cid and Shera was the best thing I could've done. I was trying to figure out a way to get them to visit them… and this was how. So much fun. I wrote this chapter shortly after I first mentioned Cid dropping Vincent off. I thought it would be funny if they could play around a bit and not be so serious all the time.

DuoAkira: (Gives Duo a hot muddy wet Vincent to play with… er… to clean up). Have fun!

Jen: Glad you liked the revenge. I knew you were waiting for it – hehe.

frump: I dunno, we'll just have to see. (mwa ha ha)

Leo Barton: Eeek… I know what you mean about the shovel. I took my walking stick out with me at night. Oh… my… God! And remember those dogs? The ones from the other games and the first movie? EEEK! I couldn't hear dog's tags for a while without freaking out. I used to walk home in the dark and I was more worried about getting eaten alive by zombie dogs than anything else.

I thought he should hook up with Clarie too – I think Ada is cool looking – but she gets on my nerves a lot too. I felt like screaming "Get your arse back here right this instant and help me! Don't you dare say a few lines and run off again and leeaaaavveee meee! Boo hoo! So alone!" I like the game a lot – but I hate it when other characters leave you.

Even though they would probably just get in the way… I actually felt lonely. It's weird for a game to have that effect on me. I had a soft spot for the president's daughter despite her ability to be quite the brat/annoying as crap because she attempted to stay with me for the most part. It lost its lonely feeling and I felt like I could fight a bit easier with her around… even though she was in the way… and then I had two people be frightened for.

Back to the story – glad you liked the fight and Vincent's "renaming" – I figured that would be something a guy might do… it was just too tempting to pass up.

eternal star: Okie! I'll keep it up!

Motchi: You are right. I redid the ending of the chapter. I hadn't meant for my readers to think that they had "done it" yet – but I think I might have given that impression. Which is why I'm guessing everyone might feel a little let down. So – it is changed. There isn't much added to it but it gets the point across. I might make a full blown lemon for it later but for right now I think I'll keep it after this editing.

Tell me if it sounds a little better this time – I can give it another overhaul if you think it needs it.

Thanks for helping me with my story again – your comments really help me see some things I wouldn't have considered otherwise.