Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII; I do have some nice red hand wraps like Tifa's.

A/N I decided to pay tribute to a special group of people who have had a major influence on my life, martial arts instructors, the ones who teach others the way of the warrior. So with a major dedication and lots of hugs to the fantabulous people out there (you know who you are), I give you the return of Tifa! Cause I want to save Zangan-sensei for a special one later.

Hojo smirked walking out of the reactor, "careful with those samples! I want them in as good of condition as they can be in!"

The men carrying the stretcher sighed, the kid wasn't all that heavy but that was just on his own. "Yes sir…"

He nodded returning to walking along silently, a small soft cackling chuckle escaped his lips, "yes we could do that… yes we could…"

The pair carrying the stretcher sighed, they silently agreed he was insane, but what else was new. He always had a habit of talking to himself in the first person plural. It would be fine if it was the singular but something about the fact he seemed to be making it plural deliberately was bothersome.

Behind a rock that the pair with the stretcher was coming, Tifa was regaining consciousness. She remembered that her father had been killed by Sephiroth, something to do with Zack then someone who sounded suspiciously like Cloud saying they were late. Peering around the rock she glared at the Reactor, "Shin-Ra…"

She stood up using the rock for support; her eyes fell onto Hojo walking around the bend looking so smug. Tifa had read about him in the newspaper, he was a Shin-Ra official, if he was Shin-Ra then this was his fault. "Grah, I hate Shin-Ra… Sephiroth… mako… I hate all of you!" She screamed running forward raising her fist and slamming it into his face.

Hojo seemed to move in slow motion as Tifa's fist connected with his face, slowly whirly-gigging in the air before slamming into a rock. Storming over the martial artist kicked him right in between the legs; he whimpered putting on a grotesque puppy face, "mommy! The mean girl is picking on me!"

Tifa rolled her eyes bringing one hand up and striking his collar bone with the edge of her hand. The force broke his collarbone with ease; the dislodged piece however drove into his heart killing him instantly. Leaving him dead with that stupid look on his face, Tifa sighed kicking him again for good measure before stopping. The two guys with the stretcher had come around the bend.

The one in front stopped so suddenly that the second jostled the stretcher sending the grunt's helmet rolling off. Tifa recognized the guy under it instantly, "Cloud!"

He opened his eyes blearily, "hey Tifa… I'm sorry… I was late."

She smiled at him rushing over as they set the stretcher down; she bent over and kissed his temple. "No problem, you stopped Sephiroth. And you came when I was in a bind, just like you promised."

He managed a smile, "you're not mad I didn't make SOLDIER?"

"No, now let's get you outta here," she smiled before glaring at the two guys; the pair gulped glancing at Hojo's body and running.

A/N Ready to be disappointed? Starting on November 1st I will be participating in NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. I will try and post weekly if I get the chance otherwise we'll finish out October and you can look forward to the return of the Hojo deaths in December!