Hi everybody! Well, I'm back. With a kind of emotianal rant on Tifa's part to fill in a gap in the story. And, peeps, I've decided to make it Tifa/Yazoo. I actually like the pairing and so do many other people. I'm sorry to those who don't like the pairing, but can I beg you to continue reading?

Chapter V

You sleep, I watch.You're chest rises and falls, almost in slow motion. You've been like this for around three days. We've been taking turns guarding you, but I'm starting to wonder what's the point. You haven't so much as moved since Denzel ... Denzel ...

I'd honestly though you'd hurt him. As beautiful and fragile as you looked ... look, I know you to be capable of hurting people. I didn't see the boy I'd grown to love as my own son, try to hurt someone with hardly the strenght to fight back. I didn't think someone like you would let him. Because you've proven yourself so strong, why are you so afraid of us.

Where do you think you are?

"...test..."

You speak. And your voice is still so beautiful. Like the waves on the ocean, or the wind in the desert. It washs over me, so sad and lonely. So beautiful, so dangerous. Like silk wrapped steel.

And what of this test, hmm? And why sound so afraid? I guess I won't know, will I? Would you ever trust me enough to tell me? Would you trust Cloud? Do you trust anyone in this world, or even in the world of sleep. The face of a angel, the eyes of the worst evils ever. But would you trust me? I guess not.

You sleep, I watch. And you hold me in your spell.

Your face, contorted with fear, manipulating you delicate features into something almost frightening in itself. And then, your eyes fly open and you fly up, with a destructive form of grace I've rarely seen.

"TEST!" A cry this time. What test is this? And why so afraid? You're flailing limbs almost send you over the bed, and literaly flying into my arms. And we both freeze. You're trembling frame cradled in my arms for several seconds, before you pull back, looking almost horrified. Looking fearful. And I stare at you, trying to find my voice to call for help. And yet again, you're shadow strewn face holds my attention.

I watch. I always watch, until someone else comes. And this time it's Cloud.

Thundering up the stairs, causing you're already fearful face to become utterly terrified. Denzel made it look like that. I made it look like that. Everyone but Cloud has done that.

"Did I fail then?" You look even horrified to have to ask. But fail what? This test you've been on about? I open my mouth to answer, but at the same time Cloud bursts into the room. I shut my mouth, and rise. My turn's over it appears, if it is or not is beside the point. I sigh, and walk out of the room, casting a quick glance over my shoulder at you. You don't look back. I sigh and swing the door closed.

Denzel is out playing with Marlene when I arrive downstairs. I couldn't bring myself to punish him, not after what he's been through. All I could do was banish him from you're room. All I could do.

Because I can't do much. I can hardly hold this place together. I can't stop Cloud from leaving. I can't stop wars from happening. I couldn't stop Denzel from getting Geostigma. And I can't stop you from crying in your sleep. I can't do much. But everyone tells me I'm doing a wonderful job.

Wonderful, yeah. I sigh, and step into the bar. Happy face comes back on. Cheerful voice comes back. I watch people come in and out. I watch them, and let them go. None of them look like you. None of them look like Cloud, or Marlene or Denzel. I watch. I can only watch while what's left of my world balances on the point of crumpling or mending.

I can only watch you and feel something. I can only hope you will come down and talk soon. At least to bring something unpredictable. And maybe you can make Cloud stay.

Maybe...

Well, that's it. Please R&R?