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Chapter 7:Opposite perspectives
Tifa woke up that morning with weary eyes and blurred images. 'Why am I feeling so cold?'
The sun was on her eyes that caused her to hiss and her hand automatically to her forehead. 'Oh no…' she exclaimed as her hand touched her forehead.
She could hear something ringing. Her head pound a sort of loud sound she usually knows so much. Oh wait… it was her cell phone. 'Stupid ringtone' she exclaimed.
Without glancing at the call register, she put her phone to her ear. "Hey, you're late."
"W..who's calling?" she asked, her voice sounds roughed and weak.
"Tifa, it's me,Cloud."Tifa groaned. "What's wrong? You don't sound so good."
'Of course I don't feel well you twit, you lied to me' the angry voice ringed into her mind. "I'm fi-" she stopped as she coughed wildly.
"That's definitely does not sound good," said Cloud again. "What happened to you yesterday, you didn't answer your phone." Said Cloud.
'wow, that's the longest sentence I heard in years; a new recor- hold on…' she said, glancing at her phone. '11 messages, 30 miscall. What the-'
"Tifa?"
"…I… found out that rain and accelerating rollerblades equals fetal." Said Tifa gravely.
The line went dead. Tifa grunted.
With nothing else to do, she checked her phone; the miscall list was dominated by Cloud's name with four from Zack and six from Aerith, and the other five from certain people that Tifa did not bother to check. She sighed again. Tifa never seen her miscall list so long.
She read her lowest messages.
'Hey, save this number it's Yuffie… Zack said that you can play the piano is that true? Sel-' Tifa stopped reading it then push open another.
'Hey Tifa, when's the first le-' it was from Zack. Again, not important.
She flipped off her phone. She then realized something, 'Hey, didn't I at the Po Xiao before?' then she got a new message. She groans 'why can't I get messenger when I'm healthy… what' next…"
It says, "Get well soon"
Then she realized five bottles of pure substance placed on her side table.
Her phone rang again. She groans. "What…?"
"I've called-" "Tifa!" someone called, smacking the door open. "-Lydia to take care of you." Cloud said, stiffing a laugh. "I'll better be going."
"Tifa…" Lydia said, walking towards the woman. "I heard you're sick so I came right over." She said again, pushing back her's and Tifa's bangs then pressed her forehead on Tifa's. "You've got a fever, sweetheart." She made a concerned gesture.
Lydia was always like this with her; overprotective like her father. Maybe that's why she liked Lydia so much.
Though, she DID put the word 'over' for something…
XOXO
"Yo, where's Tifa?" Zack asked, scanning the hall.
"She's sick." Said Cloud simply.
"What? But I needed her now!" Zack moaned.
"For what?" asked Aerith.
"I-"
"Zack." A voice behind Zack said, making him shudders by the sound of his name. Squall, with his usual black outfit, crossed arms then glared at Zack.
"I'm going…" he sighed then walks away.
Squall's gaze fell on Cloud. They both glared at each other long. "Did I kill your cat or something?" Squall asked.
"No, sir," he said but did not lower his glare.
Aerith stood between them, bewildered by Cloud's behavior. Her gaze fell… no… shot skywards at the tall man. She narrowed her eyes. 'Why do I sense a cold aura around him…'
"Whatever," Squall said finally, walking away.
"Who's that, Cloud?" Asked Aerith.
"An old friend…" he said.
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Tifa coughed violently as she drank the fifth bottle of bitter substances. "What was that?" Judging the all five bottle of medicine, the last one was the worst.
"It was from Aerith." Lydia said, putting away the medicine. "You know how she can be sometimes right?"
Aerith was dabbed hands in medic. She could almost describe as a cleric, a healer in ancient times. She usually experiments with plants with Atoli, a girl who work part time as a nurse at a clinic and in Aerith's classmate in medic class; Atoli was the one who sent the bottle of remedy on her table. However, how did she manage to get in her room?
"So how's your fever?" she asked an hour later. She put her hand on her forehead and checked on the thermometer that poked on Tifa's mouth. "Wow, this medicine really works. Your fever is already down. Aerith should get an award for this." She said, taking her handbag, "Okay, sweetie, I gotta go to work now, take care Tifa." She said, leaving the room.
"Hey, watch it!" she heard Lydia exclaimed.
A second later, her door bangs open and reveal a man panting heavily, glaring at her. Her eyes went wide;
It was the person she addressed only as a stranger.
XOXOX
Cloud went out early because he finished his French paper half an hour early. He was satisfied with himself when the teacher said he got high marks… as usual.
'At least the little chatterbox good for something…' he said in his mind. His phone rang. He groaned as he received a call from the person he was talking about earlier. 'I take back what I said…' "More stories about you 'Claudette' career, Claudette?"
"you're juz know how zo put pillz in my mouz don't zou" she groaned in thick eccentric French.
"I'm just doing my job as a brother," he said sarcastically.
" chuckle, chuckle, laugh ,laugh." She said indignantly. "Why can't zeou be like Zain (Her way of saying Rain) for a change?"
"You mean always walking with a decent thick book if front of my-" he stopped. "Hey, I call you later."
"But Clo-"
His eyes fixed on a couple stood very close with each other below a maple tree. He eyed them as he stood there across the road, standing on what look like dried out red paint.
How could red paint matched exactly like pure blood?
Yokatta!! Finished! Sorry it was short… I'm just out of ideas right now. (throbbing… head… killing…. Slowly….GAH!)
Oh, ignore the French essence.. I don't take French… and I can't just make her talk in full English, can I? She's in Paris for god sake (PARIS PEOPLE!) XD
So anyway, reviews please. I take flames as well… heh.
Jaa ne!