Author's Note: Nothing much to say but to leave constructive criticism and flames if you must. I'm having problems with people in school because apparently, I don't fall into their little ideal mold for a person, and so for those people, and you know who you are, even though you probably might not be reading this, FUCK YOU. Ah, that feels good. Oh, and I'm not just talking about wonderful cybersex with my boyfriend. Oh, and my therapist wonders if she should prescribe medicine for my… mood swings. Very… irregular mood swings. Actually, I'm not having a very good week. My mom is sick, I'm failing school again, and I'm piss broke.
"Oh shit… what am I going to do…?" Tifa panicked as she surveyed the scene before her. There was broken glass everywhere, chair legs scattered in different directions. Reno's blood, mixed with tomato sauce, stained the carpet a deep crimson red.
Oh yes, Reno. Our Turk had his ass handed to him by a large pile of PMS hormones. He lay on the carpet with soil smudged on his face, leaves in his hair, and glass shard embedded in his alabaster skin. His jacket was torn to shreds, his shirt handing loosely off his chest, and his pants dusty with Tifa's bootprint on his groin.
Tifa was fine, however. There was no scratch on her, and she realized Reno let her do this to him. She just tried to prove to him that she didn't like him…
She wondered if he would wake up in the middle of this action. Tifa stripped him of all his clothes, and placed him as gently as she could in her bathtub, and filled it with warm water. The blood swirled around for a bit, then creating a light pink shade.
Apparently, he had red hair everywhere.