Author's Note: Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Tetsuya Nomura owns everything… except for the screen names.

Depression came in short flashes for our favorite Turk, and perhaps he slipped through sanity once in a while, but Reno never felt like this before. It was like the first time he tried ecstasy, the touchy-good feeling giving you that buzz that makes you forget about the end, when you wake up shitfaced next to some ugly whale that you might've shagged.

He felt like he was morbidly obese.

Reno didn't really know what to feel. Stunned? Shocked? Epileptic seizure-y? What was he really supposed to do? Tifa wasn't his girlfriend, fiancé, wife, lover, or mistress. She wasn't even supposed to be his friend.

But they fucked.

And they fucked hard.

He picked himself up and walked numbly to a snack machine.

In reality, the baby that Reno sired was alive, but was born premature and with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Reno had a son. Tifa never wanted him to know, since she was still so confused. Reno would get over it, and go back to being a Turk right?

Tifa was perfectly fine, and sat in her hospital bed, her head turned to look out the window to see the sun shining, birds chirping, and cumulonimbus clouds in the sky.

A cloud. Cloud.

She missed him terribly at this point, even if it was like talking to a wall sometimes when she was with him. She grew up with the guy, and now he's in the mental ward.. Life sucks—and blows.

Tifa often wondered if she should go visit him. He was downstairs, in the hushed department where you have to wear soft-soled shoes. She sighed.

FilthyGorgeous: Hey baby
SansFollicle: morning
SansFollicle: where were you last night?
SansFollicle: i had to wait for an hour.
SansFollicle: thnx for ditching me.
SansFollicle: god. b like that then.
FilthyGorgeous: Why you have to be a girly man? I don't care about your feelings.
SansFollicle: Doesn't our love mean anything?
FilthyGorgeous: I'm not interested in your feelings. Our "relationship" is actually like a physical one
FilthyGorgeous: and plus you're not boyfriend material.
SansFollicle: WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT
FilthyGorgeous: Lucky for you Vincent doesn't have the internet.
SansFollicle: I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU LIKED THAT WEIRDO!
FilthyGorgeous: At least he's more of a man you'll ever be.
SansFollicle: IMMA GONNA BUST A CAP IN YOUR ASS NOW WHY YUFF WHY???!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!? IM SO MUCH COOLER THAN THAT FREAK!
FilthyGorgeous: he doesn't shave his pubic hair into porn star triangles.
SansFollicle: this is the worst way to break up with me gosh.

SansFollicle: Yuffie dumped me.
Naproxenne: whaddya want, a cookie?

SansFollicle: YUFFIE DUMPED ME
Ibuprofenne: I always thought she was a gold digger.
SansFollicle::is really emo::
Ibuprofenne: I'm going to go dancing
Ibuprofenne: wanna come?
Ibuprofenne: scissor sisters are performing.
Ibuprofenne: don't you wanna take your mama out?
Ibuprofenne:D
SansFollicle: life is so pointless.

SansFollicle: yuffie dumped me.
Taciturk: hey man
Taciturk: if you ever need a shoulder to cry on
Taciturk: or in need of some ass
Taciturk: call me but right now i'm kinda busy
Taciturk: my moms on the phone.

SansFollicle: YUFFIE DUMPED ME!!!!!!!
313N4: if 4 outta 5 ppl suffer from diarrhea
313N4: does the last one enjoy it?
313N4: if you spin an oriental person around
313N4: is he disoriented?
SansFollicle::EMO::

SansFollicle: Yuffie dumped me.
Ritalinne: Yuffie dumped me too.
SansFollicle: When was that?
Ritalinne: A minute ago.
SansFollicle: slut.
Ritalinne: I knowwwww…
SansFollicle: I was talkin about you.