"Square One"

Disclaimer: I'm horrible. Again. XD Yeah..What Rude writes is not his. It's from a song called "My Name is Trouble" by Nightmare of You. Awesome band. That some inspired me to write this chapter after about a month more of procrastinating.

Author's Note: Hm..Hm hm hm. I love Nightmare of You. Makes me wanna dance, dance, dance! Whoo! ...and I love Rude! And Rufus!...Anyways. Yeah. I have school and shit...and..I was supposed to be doing a book report while I was writing this but I wasn't. That's how inspired I was by that song. Aaaanyways. Here you are.

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I'm Your Biggest Fan.

Well, lately, we've just been staying at the random Kalm bar. They didn't have any more room in the houses for Turks, but that's okay. The bar wasn't that bad.

Everything's quieted down for the last few days. Reeve has been trying to figure out what to do with everyone from Midgar and with Kalm.He's basically taking Shin-Ra into his hands, or what's left of Shin-Ra.

Anyways, the restoration of Midgar and Kalm and the world are not important.

...no. It's not. It's time for 'me' time. Heheh...Yeah.Sorry.I had a few beers before I started writing.

Kay..so...

I see her alot.And that's all that matters to me right now.

Reno's growing very annoying, and Elena's all depressed because well, Shin-Ra's gone and Tseng.Yeah.Boohoo.I know. I sound so cold right now but...it's the 'me' time talking right now.

Just now, about...a half an hour ago, whoo, I had more than 5 minutes of talking to her. See, the barkeeper doesn't like us staying there so he purposely leaves early without really...doing anything to the bar and expects us to make it nice and tidy for his ass the next day. Well, fuck him.

Anyways.

She's been opting to stay and clean. I don't know what it is with her and bars, but oh well. I won't complain.Sooo..for awhile, Reno and Elena and Reeve just...go and sleep. Well, Reeve will help sometimes, then claim he has to think about the next day's plans.Whatever.And what do I do? I choke up and go right along, but today...well..mind you I had a few before I started this entry, SO, today, I felt pretty good about myself.

"Need any help?"

Yeah.It was like, an in the moment thing, you know? Like..just go and do it. The worst she could do is smash my face against the counter.

Wait. I actually didn't think about that...Hm..Well, in that case, I'm glad she didn't smash my face into the counter.

Hey.I just found some Skittles in some drawer. It must be the barkeeper's stash. Sucker...

Anyways.

"Sure."

Beautiful, beautiful smile.

"..what are you gonna do now?"

"I'm not sure...I could run this bar. I clean it already."

"You don't have to."

"Well, if I didn't, the owner would kick you guys out."

"We'll be fine. I think."

"Too bad. I like doings these things."

"..cleaning up after your enemies' so they could stay in town longer?"

"Well, no. It reminds me of 7th Heaven. Besides, I don't consider all of you guys enemies."

"You don't?"

"Nope."

"...what about me?"

"You? Well.."

"Weeell?"

"You're nice."

"...what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a caring, likable person. And that doesn't sound like an enemy to me."

"No. It doesn't."

"Do you consider me an enemy?"

"What? No."

"What am I to you, Rude?"

..yeah.What's a Turk supposed to say?

Well. I didn't say anything for a long time. I sat down on a barstool across from her. She was behind the bar, drying off a glass.

So I said..

"..."

Then..she just put the glass in its place, and leaned down on the counter.

"Night Rude."

"..night."

AND she kissed me on the cheek and left. She left, but aaaaah...

and now I'm up grinning like an idiot while everyone's asleep.

"I know I stole your coat. You can have this song I wrote. I've just crossed the line from fashion to crime. So this is last time that I'll hold your hand. I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you, 'I'm your biggest fan.' "

I'm lame and I don't care.

Rude.