I've decided someone is narrating this, and you'll find out who in this chapter. Oh, and Cloud's coming back. Drama time?

After Tifa and Vincent had gotten over their embarrassment, and Reno and Yuffie had actually gone to the mall, everything was back to normal, thank Gaia.
Tifa was now silently wiping the countertop of the bar, which was closed because it was Sunday.
Ahhh, that was refreshing. Well, aren't you going to talk to her?
What?
Talk. You know, articulate one's thoughts, feelings, opinions, or just random words.
I know what talking is, Chaos.
Well, you should try it more often, then.
Are you actually giving me good advice?
Hey, I was bound to start feeling sorry for you sometime.
Why, because I have to deal with you?
No, because you couldn't even get laid by a chick when you only had an ugly, insane scientist as competition.
Ouch, poor Vincent.
So Vincent walked over to where Tifa was standing. "Do you spend every day like this?"
"What?" Tifa asked, wondering if she was dreaming and whether or not Vincent really had started a conversation. "Well, usually I have lots of customers to deal with, but I close the bar on Sundays."
"I see. Do you have any help?"
"Well, Cloud used to help, but he-"
"Tifa, I think it's about time you told me what happened."
"Fine. I… I told him my feelings for him, and he… well…"
"The feeling wasn't mutual?"
"Yeah. And he left to go find Aerith. And I realized that he was never really around anymore, and he only used us as a place to sleep. So… I kicked him out."
"You kicked him out?" Vincent sounded just as blank and unemotional as usual, but was, in fact, very surprised at Tifa's actions.
"Yes, and I hope he never comes back-"
BANG. The door flew open, as it usually did when Cloud kicked it open.
"Hey, Tifa, I was wondering if I could stay for a bit, I just need my room for one night-"
The smile returned. That horrid, empty, automatic smile that Tifa always had worn and hated.
"Sure, Cloud, it's no trouble…" She said loudly, while her brain was screaming at her to tell him to leave.
"Hey, thanks. I-" He looked at Vincent. "Vincent?"
"Yes."
"Nice to see you."
"Same to you, Cloud."
They nodded in the usual guy-greeting they shared.
"Anyway, I just need to stay until Fenrir gets fixed, so I can go to the forest again. I think I may have found a way to resurrect Aerith!" His voice sounded so hopeful, so cheery, that it destroyed any hope Tifa might have had about her and Cloud.
Cloud then proceeded to walk upstairs, trailing mud from outside all over Tifa's newly washed floor.
Tifa's smile cracked, and then disappeared. Slowly, tears started to drip down her cheeks, dropping onto her blouse after rolling off her chin.
I can't cry, I won't cry, I'm strong; I can do this-
No.
Not alone.
The thoughts entered her mind, pounding and pulsing in her veins, making her grit her teeth. A strangled sob escaped her throat.
"Tifa?" Vincent abandoned his shield of indifference and walked over, patting her back awkwardly.
A sob. She continued to cry there, as Vincent rubbed her back.
Cloud was upstairs, still trying to figure out the details of the process that would allow him to resurrect me, Aerith Gainsborough.
"Vincent, what'd you do? What are you doing to Tifa? You made her cry!" Cloud, who had just ran down the stairs, yelled.

Oh, Cloud, can't you realize that it's you?

WHOOO! Done chapter nine! R&R please! Tell me what you thought of the narrator…