Spopococ: Okay kiddies. Sorry we're a little late on this one, but Hunter and I came down with a major case of CBF-itis. I'm sure many of you know the feeling. So ya, we're back at my house today, pigging out on stuff that just can't be healthy. All the better for writing, of course.
HunterBelmont: Thank you all for your kind, kind lie…I mean comments regarding the last chapter it really did a lot for my fragile ego which took quiet a beating in an undisclosed incident involving many hurtful things that have nothing to do with the parody at all.
Spopococ: Ya, we'll probably not go there. Stupid girls, eh? Hahaha.
HunterBelmont: Yeah I wanted to be discreet about it.
Spopococ: My bad. X3 ANYWAY, ya, spoppy has a shit family too, so we've both been down and gloomy and we love yooooou. So thanks for the ego stroking. I love me a good ego stroke. e.e Hehe.
HunterBelmont: Short version: ladies I'm available and I don't do children's parties! Anyway moving right along hope you enjoy the introduction of dead chic…I mean Aerith.
Spopococ: …I can feel the flames coming already. Anyway, onwards!
Warnings: Eh, too lazy. If you don't know what to expect by now, you're in trouble. Plenty of Cloud bashing. Life's not fun without it. Also: HOLY LONG CHAPTER, BATMAN!
Chapter 4- I never promised you a rose garden: the introduction of the real Aerith Gainsborough
We meet Aerith, the town drunk turned flower girl, who immediately turns damsel in distress as Reno the show pony, Cloud's arch-nemesis in bragging rights, tries to kidnap the girl with little success. Then, whilst Cloud relives his childhood in the park, Tifa reveals herself as the hussy that she is.
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…You all right?
…Can you hear me?
"…Yeah…" Cloud managed to get out, his head swimming with a blinding pain which blurred the world around him.
Back then… you could get by with skinned knees….
".....What do you mean by 'that time'? .....What about now?"
Don't worry about me. You just worry about yourself now.
"…I'll give it a try…"
Oh, he moved… I just lost five gil.
Well how about that, I won…
Take it slow now, little by little.
Cloud blinked as the world began to come into focus; the last thing he remembered was something about a watch before blinding pain in the head followed by a black abyss from which escape seemed unlikely.
Sort of like Tifa.
The blurs began to take form as a young familiar looking woman leaned over him, "You okay?" The voice seemed angelic compared to the last two girls he had encountered.
"This is a church in the sector 5 slums…you suddenly fell on top of me! It gave me quiet a fright," The woman continued.
"…I came crashing down?" Cloud replied as the memory of plummeting to the ground flooded back to him.
I survived! Take that voice!
"….I wouldn't be lucky enough."
"The roof and flower bed must have broken your fall, you're lucky," The woman continued before Cloud realised he had met her before somewhere. Cloud made an offhanded remark upon realising that the odd smell surrounding him was thankfully not the result of him soiling himself on the fall down, but rather, a patch of flowers. He mumbled a half-hearted apology; sincerely not bothered by the squashed remnants of what he was sure had been a somewhat pretty little display. A part of him argued to himself that the flowers should have known better.
"That's all right. The flowers here are quite resilient because this is a sacred place," The woman smiled softly; "They say you can't grow grass and flowers in Midgar."
Cloud looked around at the flowers at his feet, trampled beyond repair, and wondered if she was aware that resilience seemed to do very little when a roof and a bulked up, extremely good looking, heroic ex-SOLDIER came toppling down on top of them.
"But for some reason, the flowers have no trouble blooming here. I love it here," The woman sighed softly, eyes full of adoration for the flowers surrounding them. Cloud, never one to be outshined, gave a few more subtle stomps to the remaining flowers, as the woman began tending her flowers.
".....So, we meet again. Don't you remember me?" The woman asked, as those nagging little voices in Cloud's subconscious made their presence known.
"Yeah, I remember you," Cloud nodded.
"She was the slum drunk."
"You were the slum drunk," The blonde grinned triumphantly.
"Heh…"
"That's really rude!" The woman huffed indignantly, as Cloud looked on in puzzled confusion, "But I'll forgive you because you bought flowers from me."
…She bi-polar or something?
After a few brief moments, the woman started talking some kind of nonsense about materia and basically admitted to being about as good with her own materia as she was with the upkeep of her flowers.
"Say I feel like talking. Do you feel up to it? After all, here we are meeting again right?" The woman interrupted Cloud's train of thought about how devilishly good looking he was at the moment.
"I…don't mind?" Cloud wondered why everyone felt like talking about trivial things, and not about how fantastic he was or how he looked.
She feels like talking? What, does she feel like breathing as well?
"Wait here, I've got to check my flowers. I'll be just a minute," She walked away, before Cloud could give a proper answer.
"Just a little longer. Oh, now that you mention it.....We don't know each other's names, do we? My name is...." She paused as if waiting for some mystical force to tell her what her name was, her head tilting in apparent confusion, before a smile graced her features.
"Aerith, the flower girl. Nice to meet you."
Cloud paused in confusion of his own, before striking a truly spectacular pose in his opinion, "My name is Cloud Strife and I do a little bit of everything,"
Oh yeah. Lookin' good.
"Oh like a jack of all trades?" Aerith responded, not seeming to notice Cloud's pose of awesomeness.
"Ye…Yeah I do whatever's needed" Cloud winked at her as he finished speaking, Aerith simply broke into a giggle, utterly confusing the mercenary, "What's so funny? What are you laughing at?!"
Cloud regressed to his primary school days.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words are like a knife through my very being.
"Such a Nancy boy…"
"Sorry…I just…" She stopped, her eyes widening as she noticed a figure standing at the church door.
The figure smirked before running his hand through his red hair and adjusting his jacket slightly, striking a somewhat confident pose in the process.
Wh…who is that? AND WHY IS HE STEALING MY MOVES?!
"Sorry bad timing on my part," Aerith said completely out of context to the current situation, Cloud took a step towards the move stealing, scene usurper, before Aerith yelled at him, "Cloud, don't let it get to you."
Cloud stared at his competition, wondering what type of hair gel the man used and how exactly he got his teeth so… shiny.
Pfft… anyone can pull off a suit; it takes talent to pull off an outfit like mine!
Aerith, who had moved behind Cloud without him actually noticing, spoke up again.
"Say Cloud, have you ever been a bodyguard? You DO do everything right?"
Cloud smirked before running his hands through his hair, smoothing it, and struck the best pose he could.
"Yeah that's right."
Aaaaaannnnnnnnnndddddddd IIIII will alwa……
"Don't you dare finish that sentence I swear to Gaia."
"Then, get me out of here and take me home!" Aerith proclaimed, wanting to escape as soon as possible.
"Ok I'll do it…but it'll cost you," Cloud was happy with earning a bit of extra money on the side and if he got to hurt a scene stealer, then it was all the better.
""Well then, let's see......How about if I go out with you once?" Aerith said as Cloud gave a small nod trying to hide his joy and excitement.
Yes a date! And it's not with Tifa! A girl is actually notic...I mean, yeah… I knew no girl could resist the Strife.
"…Nice cover up…"
Cloud turned his attention fully to the redhead scene stealer then, not waiting to deal with the evil voice's lies anymore.
"I don't know who you are, but.... You don't know me.....?......I know you," Cloud's world went white for a few seconds, "Oh yeah I know you….that uniform..."
Cloud slyly gave his competition a once over, as several Shinra guards entered and guffawed like the pack of morons they most likely were.
"…Hey, sis, this one's a little weird," the redhead remarked somewhat cockily, as the Shinra goons cackled obediently. Once again, Cloud's insecure sub-conscious died a little inside, and he lashed out, stepping forward with the most dramatic arm fling he could muster.
"Shut up, you Shinra spy!" The blonde cried, as the redhead eyed him off with something akin to confused amusement.
"Hey Reno, want him taken out?" One of the goons asked, as the redhead flicked his hair a little, eyeing Cloud off in much the same manner that the blonde had done to him.
"I haven't decided yet," Reno replied, as Cloud felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
…Good Gaia… This guy might be cooler than me…
"Don't fight here, you'll ruin the flowers!" Aerith whined, clearly not appreciating the dire situation the blonde was now facing. Just as the blonde was about to challenge his Turk counterpart to a cool duel, Aerith demanded that Cloud follow her to the exit, and the blonde reluctantly agreed.
Reno brushed his hair back again, frustrated at the failures of his new hair gel, and watched his new nemesis disappear through the back entry of the church. Like Cloud, he too had an inkling suspicion that his counterpart may just rival him in the cool factor.
"They were… mako eyes," Reno murmured out loud. The Turk had always been somewhat jealous of mako eyes, the pretty little glow they often admitted outshining his own eyes, and therefore a clear threat.
"Yeah, alright. Back to work, back to work," the redhead ordered, strutting his way across the flower bed as if it were a unique kind of cat walk. He paused in his musings, however, aware that if word got back to his boss that he'd trampled the flowers, there would be a prompt ass kicking involved on the Commander's behalf.
"Oh!" The redhead called, trotting back to strike a pose and glare at his Shinra goons, "And don't step on the flowers…"
At that, the Shinra goons all muttered what they presumed were witty statements, as Reno followed after Cloud, keen to see if his concerns about the growing cool factor were correct.
Cloud followed Aerith up three floors, wondering if he needed any more exercise, being the fit guy he was and all. A huge Shinra missile was in the middle of the floor plan, conveniently having destroyed most of the floor and the stairs, leaving gaps in them.
Holy shit, is that a missile?
"I believe it was, genius"
Reno eyed off the missile, wondering who had been stupid enough to fire one in a church, yet had the inkling it may very well be the Shinra logo staring him in the eye.
"Talk about bad publicity if this gets out," Reno mused before pointing out where the blonde and the girl were to his less than bright troops.
Aerith pointed at the redhead, "Cloud…that one!"
It made absolutely no sense to Cloud, who none the less pressed on anyway.
Was she talking about the redheaded guy?
"Just nod and agree…"
"I know…looks like they aren't going to let us go," Cloud's mind quickly jumped to the idea of selling Aerith to the Turk for a good wad of cash, but then remembered the promised date and reluctantly decided against it.
"What should we do?" Aerith asked in typical damsel in distress tone.
"Well, we can't let them catch us, can we? Then, there's only one thing left," Cloud said as he was in mid jump over the giant hole that used to be floor. He landed with what was almost certainly a ten, before gesturing for the flower girl to follow him; only to get her shaking her head in defiance.
What the hell? Just jump you stupid wench.
"Alright, I will hold them off," Cloud struck a pose, knowing that the whining flower girl wouldn't jump, a serious point in the 'sell her to the Turks' category.
"Right, make sure they don't get through!" She commanded, much to Cloud's dislike. More and more often, the blonde was finding himself commanded around by females, and he was beginning to fear the idea of being whipped.
Reno, never one to be shown up, struck a dramatic pose of his own, shouting at his men, "The Ancient is getting away! Attack! Attack! Attack!"
Cloud frowned at the remark, clear insult ringing through his thoughts.
Who's he calling Ancient? He's gotta be at least double my age!
To the amazement of Reno, one of the grunts then managed to actually make the flower girl fall from the walkway, and the Turk watched with mild amusement as she flailed her way to the ground.
"Aerith!" Cloud almost screamed, the prospect of his date growing slimmer and slimmer as the flower girl fell. Reno mumbled something about not putting up a fight, as the Shinra troopers surrounded Aerith. Cloud ran around somewhat like a headless chocobo, looking for a way to save Aerith.
Must save my woman from the ruthless Turks!
"One date doesn't make her your woman…and you'd have to actually go on that date first."
Cloud ignored the voice again, noticing four barrels contently sitting on beams that were right over the offending troops.
How convenient! Now to squish those Shinra goons and make off with my damsel.
Cloud ran, hitting the closest barrel he could, which spiraled through the air and landed with a thud on top of Aerith. Then, upon trying the next three times, Cloud failed just as horrible, but hoped that the repeated blows to the brunette's head maybe erased the last 5 minutes. If so, he may have a chance at lying his way out of it.
"Wh…what happened?" Aerith mumbled, coming out of her concussed state.
"I saved you by dropping the barrels on the Shinra goons!" Cloud proclaimed, proudly hoping he sold the lie convincingly as Aerith miraculously managed to jump that gap she so adamantly claimed was impossible for her to jump previously.
"…Thanks Cloud?" Aerith said, doubting that it was what actually happened, but she didn't want to damage the blonde's obviously small ego. The two then jumped out of a hole onto the roof of the church, safe from the Turk's line of sight, much to Reno's disappointment.
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Cloud fell back on to the roof of the church, his arms sprawled outwards with the exertion of having to travel more than he'd deemed necessary. He was a hero damn it, he needed his beauty rest. Aerith was peering down the hole in the roof of her church, her eyes alight with apparent amusement, even as Cloud's head span with the terror of having to confront the closest living rival to himself. Frankly, he believed that the flower girl realised just what kind of a peril they'd just faced.
"Ha, ha..... They're looking for me again," Aerith remarked flatly, as the blonde sat upright and glared at her suspiciously.
"You mean it's not the first time they've been after you?" He asked, and she shook her head, answering no.
She knew there was someone like Reno in existence and she didn't tell me?! This relationship is based on lies and deception!
"…Relationship?"
"They're the Turks," Cloud stated factually, as Aerith gave him an expression clearly stating something along the lines of 'no shit'.
"The Turks are an organization in Shinra. They scout for possible candidates for SOLDIER," Cloud continued, pleased to see Aerith's interest rise slightly. He enjoyed being impressive.
"This violently? I thought they were kidnapping someone…" Aerith frowned, as Cloud shrugged casually.
"They're also involved in a lot of dirty stuff on the side. Spying, murder... you know," Cloud gave a sidelong gaze at the brunette, before continuing "You know they really must have a fabulous beautician or something. They're all horribly good looking…"
"They look like it," Aerith nodded in agreement, much to Cloud's outrage. They needed a topic change and fast, so he quickly fired off questions about why they'd be following the church-goer, and bit back a smug snort of amusement as Aerith tried to imply she might be SOLDIER material.
I like 'em crazy.
"…"
Cloud watched with amusement then, as the flower lady followed him across rooftops, her skirt snagging and forcing her to fall flat on her face on one occasion. Cloud, too absorbed in his near hysterical bout of laughter, merely waited for the lady to catch up.
"Funny, I thought you were cut out to be in SOLDIER," Cloud said sarcastically. Aerith, completely missing his tone, laughed flirtingly and batted her eyelids, Cloud concerned that he may very well be paired up with another one of those nervous tick girls.
"Hey Cloud, were you ever in SOLDIER?" Aerith asked, as the blonde automatically struck a pose at the word.
"You're damn right I was!"
"Your eyes, they have a strange glow…"
"It's all man, baby- I mean…That's the sign of those who have been infused with Mako...A mark of SOLDIER. But, how did you know about that?" Cloud asked, glad for the change of topic. That could have been awkward. Much to the blonde's dismay, Aerith was as cryptic with her answer as most women were about… well, life in general. Cloud was seriously considering the possibility of simply marketing himself to a different audience, but found his attention was drawn to Aerith's chest far too often for that to work entirely.
"Good Gaia, there are so many things wrong with that I don't know where to start."
None of your business, voice.
"Just sayin'…"
Quiet, you.
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Cloud and Aerith jumped down from the rooftop but before Cloud had a chance to leave the crazy flower girl, she pointed out they were near her home and that her mother would be worried about her.
Taking me home to meet her mother already…take that voice!
"You're such a tool,"
I'm no hammer!
"Point proven."
Aerith lead Cloud to a small but nice little cottage before walking inside, "I'm home mum," Aerith shouted as if to wake the dead from there unholy rest.
A mature woman walked over slowly, her eyes straight to Cloud looking him up and down much to his dismay, it seemed the older woman would like a taste of the Strife as well.
"This is Cloud Strife my bodyguard!" Aerith proclaimed proudly.
And boyfriend
"Will you stop?"
"Never!" Cloud said out loud to the confused looks of the two women in front of him, before shrugging and saying a meaningless apology at his apparently nonsensical outburst.
"He touched in the head is he?" Elmyra whispered to Aerith before going off on a tangent, "Bodyguard.....? You mean you were followed again!? You all right!? You're not hurt, are you!?"
Aerith shrugged, "I'm fine I had Cloud with me, he protected me from the Turks," Cloud couldn't help but smile finally he was being given credit for his actions, it was about time too he thought offhandedly resisting the urge to strike a pose.
Elmyra nodded before she started to ramble again, "Thank you Cloud," then suddenly she walked upstairs leaving the two lovers at least in Clouds mind alone.
"So what are you going to do now Cloud?" Aerith asked moving closer to Cloud slowly.
""...Is Sector 7 far from here? I want to go to Tifa's bar." Cloud replied totally oblivious to Aerith's intentions.
Aerith frowned a bit, "Is Tifa…a girl?"
"Either that or a guy with a really good plastic surgeon," Cloud had always wondered how much that operation would cost, just in case.
"….A girl….friend?" Aerith was leaning closer waiting for the answer.
"Girlfriend? Hell no I'm a one man, man….I mean a one woman man!" Cloud cursed to himself silently.
Aerith put her hand on his shoulder, "Hee hee hee... You don't have to get THAT upset..." Aerith took another small unnoticed step towards the mercenary.
Cloud shrugged thinking how lucky it was she didn't hear most of what Cloud said, his mind jumped back to how his relationship with her was going.
Pretty good I'd say, she digs the Strife fo' sho'
"Let's see Sector 7? I'll show you the way." Aerith interrupted Cloud's fantasy yet again.
"You gotta be kidding me, I was getting to the best part!" Cloud looked at her before changing the subject slightly, "You want to put yourself in danger again?"
"I'm used to it," She replied without even a pause as if she had been asked the question more than once.
"Used to it!?" Cloud shrugged it off, "Well, don't know... getting help from a girl…" Cloud suddenly flashed to how "helpful" Tifa had been.
"A girl!! What do you mean by that!? You expect me to just sit by and listen, after hearing you say something like that!?" Aerith exploded with anger and the blonde not wanting to get his ass handed to him cowered a bit.
Aerith called to her mother who quickly came down the stairs at Aerith's call, the two agreed that Cloud would leave in the morning before Aerith ran up stairs to make Cloud's bed leaving the blonde to deal with Elmyra.
"Your eyes…you're from soldier right?" Elmyra leaned closer a bit trying to get a better look.
"Yeah I was in soldier but I got kicked out for being too good," Cloud replied rather proudly as he was sure that was what had happened. Elmyra kept asking many questions and Cloud zoned out completely.
"You are kidding me"
What?
"Being too good? Mostly likely they added an IQ test"
Hey my IQ is way above average
"It has a twelve in it."
What is it then?
"Twelve"
Cloud stormed upstairs unhappy after bidding Elmyra goodnight and unknowingly promising that he would sneak out. Aerith waited at the top of the stairs for him.
"You need to go through Sector 6 to get to Sector 7. Sector 6 is a little dangerous so you'd better get some rest tonight." She commanded, again he was being bossed around but he didn't mind after all Aerith and him were steady now.
Cloud walked to the bedroom door leaning against it, trying to look as good looking as he could before giving her his trademark look, Blue Steel.
"Cloud….is that a buster sword in your pants or are you happy to see me?" She fluttered her eyes trying to look as seductive as she could.
"Pants are a really bad place to store a buster sword…it can lead to very dangerous and serious accidents….Goodnight Aerith," Cloud stepped back a bit before heading back to his room, Aerith was crazier than he thought.
What is wrong with her?! Cloud junior's life would be at stake
"…."
Cloud laid down quickly falling asleep.
"My how you have grown…..more like your bloody father and just as useless!" a woman almost screamed.
"Sorry…" Cloud managed to get out before the next barrage of insults came
"I wanted a girl but noooo your stupid father had to get me pregnant with you!"
Cloud rolled over covering his head with a pillow.
"The Lockheart's got a girl and all I got was a worthless lay about just like my bastard of a husband may he rest in peace."
A tear gently rolled down Cloud's cheek.
"Who would have thought the drunken lout would crash and roll into a ditch, knocking out a live wire from the post he'd hit and electrocute himself," the woman sighed. Cloud, who had never heard of his father's death, had his interest piqued at the story, and raised his head up from his pillow fort.
"Did the wire hit the car or something?" Cloud asked, his mother looking on in disdain as he shook her head.
"He got out to take a piss and got fried."
Cloud would never ask about the incident again.
Cloud awoke with a start, the thought of the dream still fresh in his mind, "I'm a big boy now…no more tears Cloud be strong, it was only a dream," Cloud sighed before standing up stretching slightly.
I'm a big boy now!
"Debatable."
Cloud left the house as quietly as he could, promising himself that he would come back for his woman when the time was right, and they would inevitably live happily ever after. He idly strolled through sector five, contently being fed bullshit by the slum residents, as long as they showed some kind of interest in his appearance or oversized sword. For Cloud, appearance and size was everything. The blonde wiggled his eyebrows slightly at his own thoughts, and the woman at the item shop promptly slapped him across the cheeks.
Slum people are frickin rude.
After his leisurely stroll, Cloud shuffled over to the gateway connecting sectors five and supposedly sector six, only to find that Aerith had somehow teleported herself there before him. He felt his chest tighten, and was momentarily certain that he was having a seizure, as the brunette mustered a death glare in his direction.
"You're up bright and early," Aerith remarked coolly, as the blonde continued to clutch at his chest.
"What are you, a frickin ghost or something?"
"I might be!" Aerith huffed, as Cloud felt a sudden chill race through his spine at the vivid thought of Aerith being knifed in the near future. Or sworded.
Is that even a word?
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"How could I ask you to go along when I knew it would be dangerous?" Cloud asked gallantly, as the brunette idly filed her nails, the blonde going off on a seemingly well rehearsed survival speech, and a tale of getting lost on a mission back in his SOLDIER days. Cloud paused, aware Aerith wasn't paying attention.
"Are you done?" She asked, and the blonde sulked slightly.
Bitch.
"You have to go through the slum in Sector 6 to get to Tifa's 7th Heaven. I'll take you there. Come on!" Aerith chirped, as Cloud twitched slightly, chasing after the brunette, before pausing, his eyes settling on a playground. His heart swelled with an indescribable joy, as his gaze locked onto a swing set.
"The gate to Sector 7's in there," Aerith nodded, turning to face Cloud, before the blonde ran past her and hurtled himself at the swing set.
"Thanks. I guess this is goodbye. You gonna be all right going home?" Cloud asked, clambering into the seat and ensuring that the little chain was across the seat before he started swinging.
Safety first!
"Oh no! 'Whatever will I do!?' ...isn't that what you want me to say?" Aerith asked, watching as the blonde tipped himself as far backwards as he could go, kicking his legs erratically in an attempt to get higher. Cloud completely blocked out the statement, determined that if he swung high enough, he'd be able to reach the upper plate with his toes.
I'm kickin the shit outta that thing.
Cloud narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow, as Aerith got closer and closer to his swinging feet.
Mooooove, bitch.
When the brunette simply placed her hands on her hips and glared however, Cloud's childhood once again wilted before his eyes, as he slowed himself to a stop and unclipped the chain.
"Can we take a break?" She asked seriously, as the blonde sulkily followed her to a giant moogle playhouse thing. His mind travelled to his childhood once again.
"I have a moogle toy at home," One of the school kids remarked, a smarmy look plastered on his face as he sneered in Cloud's direction.
"Cool," The blonde shrugged, as another boy approached.
"And me, I have this awesome toy bike from Wutai, my father got it specially for me," He boasted, the others looking on, impressed, as Cloud toyed with the hem of his shirt. Tifa then gave a well-to-do smile to the others and huffed out her recently developing chest.
"Well! I have this little doll that has its own wardrobe, with lots of dresses and everything," Tifa grinned, flicking her hair over her shoulders. Cloud's interest perked up as he looked on with starry eyes.
"Well my mum sometimes gets her own wardrobe and puts her dresses on me!" Cloud grinned, as the other children looked on in mortified horror.
Cloud settled himself on top of the moogle set, his cheeks paling at the sudden recollection.
"…Wow, no wonder you're so messed up."
Please… let's not talk about it…
"Whoa."
Cloud zoned out for a bit, before he perked up at Aerith asking what rank he was. As was the norm, he offered his usual pose and nodded that he was first class. When Aerith began comparing him to some other guy, Cloud nearly fell off the play set. As far as he could see, it was as bad as Aerith cheating. What if that other guy was as skilled in swordsmanship, or Gaia forbid, even handsome?
Cloud didn't have long to muse on the thought, as a giant gate opened, and a large chocobo carriage rode out, a somewhat scantily dressed female in the back.
Niiiiice.
He then zoned in on an all too familiar set of bazookas, and almost swallowed his tongue.
"Tifa??!"
The carriage disappeared, and Aerith gave him a skeptical look.
"That girl in the cart was Tifa? Where was she going? She looked kind of slutty..." Aerith remarked.
"What?"
"She looked kind of odd," Aerith quickly corrected, as the still stunned blonde nodded.
"Yeah, kind of slutty."
At that, Aerith clambered off the play equipment and hurried after the carriage. Cloud let out an exasperated sigh. What if Aerith actually met Tifa?
Good Gaia, that could be awkward.
"It's not like you're cheating on either of them."
I could be!
"…No you couldn't."
Cloud chased away his inner dialogue and ran after the brunette, his thoughts reeling of an odd mixture of childhood memories and the thought of what he might look like in something like Aerith's dress.
Hot. Undoubtedly.
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Spopococ: I gotta admit; I made myself lol this chapter. At one part in particular. Try and guess what it is.
HunterBelmont: I don't even know what to say. Epic chapter, epic dialogue, and wall market is next.
Spopococ: Basically, we're pretty pleased with ourselves. With this in mind though, doesn't mean you can stop stroking our egos. We still need it. It's all fine us telling each other we're awesome, but you guys have gotta tell us too. It's like a package deal. –grins to the maxxxxx-
HunterBelmont: We slaved our asses off on this.
Spopococ: SIX HOURS STRAIGHT OF MIND GRUELLING WRITING.
Just sayin'.
OH!
I seriously almost forgot. I did some doodles for this chapter (Hehe, doodles.), but because deviantart was not being nice to me, I threw them on photobucket instead. SO:
Cloud meets Reno- http : // i91 . photobucket . com / albums / k285 / candycane1990 / CloudmeetsReno . jpg
And the first in a series of pictures of "The World Through Cloud's eyes, Tifa- http : // i91 . photobucket . com / albums / k285 / candycane1990 / TWTCETifa . jpg
Both without the spaces. =D