To My Beloved...
A/N: Forgive me my fellow reviewers! I know I haven't updated in AGES! But it's such a long story! Anyways, I was really thinking of making another fic but I figured I should finish at least ONE of my old ones...Anyways; here is the next chapter to this true love story. Enjoy!
In loving memory of my dear grandparents...
Chapter Two: Beautiful Colors...
"Welcome Home..." Mrs. Strife cooed softly with her generous smile spread across her gorgeous pale complexion. With that, the beautiful white door opened gently to give off the warm aura that was swirling inside the large, white Victorian house. Tifa, her large eyes blurry, tired and aching from her light sobs earlier, looked inside the house, a little frightened of what was inside. Mrs. Strife than gave her a light push and she had finally entered the house. Her tiny feet, in her school girl shoes, stood there, not making a move. The house seemed to be filled with warmth, love and compassion as the scene gave her a calming, tranquil feeling. Her fears and all her worries and even her father had finally dispersed from her mind and thoughts of what would become of her in this lovely house flourished in her mind and heart.
"First, I believe its best if I introduce you to the family as you will also be apart of it. Come along, no need to be shy..." Mrs. Strife said gently, stepping forward in her fancy high heels and walking down the hallway towards the cozy family room that had a warm, blazing fire crackling in the background.
Hesitantly, Tifa began to follow, her eyes nervously looking over her new inhabitance. There were books lying on the clean and polished wooden tables and plenty of ancient antiques decorated the room. Tifa seemed to be completely mesmerized, never having seen such a beautiful setting in her life. She had been living in probably the worst side of town in probably the most run down house on the block. But her house, no matter how run down, was the coziest there because of the wonderful family she had lived in it with.
She remembered the silent evenings when her dad would come home and they would all sit around the small and blazing fireplace while he would tell stories of their mother. Each would sit there patiently and listen to his stories intently, forgetting about their small empty stomachs which would be grumbling from the lack of food. They would forget about all the kids that picked on them everyday because they didn't have any proper clothes or shoes to wear. They were just happy to be in their father's presence and know that they DID have a mother that loved them very dearly...
"CLOUD!!! Come down here!! Our guest has arrived!" Mrs. Strife yelled up the beautiful spiral staircase while Tifa stood there, starring down at her own small feet, too nervous and shy to soon have to look at the young boy she would have to live with....
"I'm coming!! No need to yell, mother!" A voice that seemed to be drawing nearer, stated down the marble spiral shaped staircase. Little stumbling footsteps could be heard running down the stairs.
"Cloud! Did I not tell you to comb your hair?! Why don't you ever listen to me! Your hair looks so messy like that! Coming down here and looking like that in front of a guest!" His mother argued, trying to fix up his golden blonde messy spiked hair.
"MOM! Don't you know?! It's SUPPOSED to look messy! That's the style!" The boy cried, pushing his mother's hand out of his hair.
"Okay, enough of this! Introduce yourself to our guest! Where are you manners?" His mother said impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah...Hello, nice to meet you. The name is Cloud and if I catch you in my room, I'll have no choice but to destroy you!" He smiled slyly at his smart remark and threat.
Tifa, already afraid of this Cloud, continued to look at her feet, afraid to look up and afraid of disobeying any of his wishes.
"CLOUD!!! APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT! YOU DO NOT SAY SUCH THINGS TO A GUEST!!!" His mother cried furiously, throwing a nasty glare at her obnoxious son.
Cloud began his fit of laughter and was apparently enjoying torturing the girl already. He tried to look at her face, but it was hidden behind her gorgeous flowing fudge locks.
"I'm just kidding! Hey...are you listening to me? It was only a joke...Hey! Look at me!" Cloud seemed to be getting a bit impatient and annoyed.
"COME ON! It's a JUST a joke! Don't take it so harsh! Come on...let's see that pretty face...." Cloud tried his best to make Tifa feel a bit better since he felt a tad bit guilty about his earlier remark.
Slowly and hesitantly, Tifa raised her pale face and her hair fell out of her eyes. She slowly saw the boy who had just teased her. She finally met his face and then his eyes...His eyes...the color of the ocean. Never had she seen a boy with eyes of that color. His hair was also unfamiliar to her...Locks as golden as the radiating sun...
He looked at her nervously and smiled one of his obnoxious smiles. Her eyes seemed to glow and he had never laid his eyes upon eyes of that color...the color was a deep crimson, like a fresh pool of blood...They matched the complexion of her pale and youthful face. The two locked eyes, each of them investigating the other, so unfamiliar of this new person and of each owns world...
A/N: I know it's short, but this is just the very beginning. Besides, it's not going to be based on their kid era. I might do another chapter of their childhood days but I'm not too sure...anyways, review and tell me what you think! Worth continuing or is it trash? REVIEW!!!
