HunterBelmont: Welcome, one and all, to the much awaited Wall Market chapter! Hold your applause till the end please. We do hope not to disappoint, and if you really think Cloud is fantastic and shouldn't be made fun of at all…it's amazing you got this far actually. Anyway just like to shout out to all our fans, and say thank you for reading and reviewing; it's a needed ego boost. We love you for loving this story and sending us praise on how we make it funny and such. Anyway I see my offsider/partner is getting into the swing of things and has dressed up like a girl for the chapter….

Spopococ: Ass. I AM A GIRL. ANYWAY, since Hunter has taken it upon himself to, you know, be himself, then I'll just say a thank you to you guys as well, except in a much nicer fashion. He always seems to include me in his rants. I dunno, I was trying to think of something witty and nasty at the same time to say about him, but he bought us cola! –grin-

HunterBelmont: Seriously? You're a girl...-notices Spop's evil look- uh anyway, moving right along… We hope you enjoy this chapter, and of course, feel free to review and send us praise.

Disclaimer: You know the drill by now. This chapter in particular, though, will have gratuitous amounts of trans-gender jokes, sexual content, annnnnd as always, Cloud bashing!

Chapter 5: Mrs. Cloudfire

Following Tifa's capture by an unknown group, Cloud and Aerith rush after her and enter Wall Market, a seedy place of lustrous things only rivalled by Los Vegas. Here Cloud has to put it all on the line and dress up to find Tifa.

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Cloud scampered after his brunette accomplice, his eyes settling on the infamous Wall Market as his woman graced the place with her presence, chatting idly with some seedy hotel owner and eyeing off the rest of the town like she owned the place. Cloud was a little unsettled by the mysterious reggae music blasting across the area, which only increased his suspicions of the over all moral and social bounds that such a dodgy looking village could hold. Aerith, oddly enough, seemed entirely at home.

"This place is scary in a lot of ways. Especially for a girl. So we've got to find Tifa fast," Aerith nodded, as Cloud very elegantly arched an eyebrow.

"You seem quite at home here," He remarked casually, before receiving the most terrifying death glare of his life.

"What is that meant to mean?!" Aerith asked, as the blonde gazed around the town and scampered off to a guy wandering the corner by the gate. He was sweating, more so that a man of his excessive weight probably should be, and Cloud gave him a half-interested ear as he rambled about his horrible decision making regarding some place down on the right. Cloud ignored the comment for now, although his curiosity was drawing his gaze to what seemed to be bright flashing lights and a large group of seedy looking men loitering outdoors.

Looks like my kinda place.

The blonde spent a short amount of time engaging in conversation with the slum people, seeing it as part of his hero's duty to talk to the lesser crowds. After all, not everyone could be as exceedingly awesome as he was.

Eventually, his interest was drawn back to the fat sweaty man's indecisions, and he headed to the shiny, glowy, seedy looking place in the corner. The guy out the front looked like a real pretty boy; Cloud hated those types. Then, lo' and behold, there was good old Johnny who had left Sector 7 to go on some flash adventure. Turns out sector six was the first stop.

Yeah… that was a big trip there, Johnny.

Cloud eyed him off, as the redhead glanced nervously at him and hinted at what kind of place the 'honeybee inn' was exactly. Cloud's interest sky-rocketed. He approached the doorman, fully intending to sneak his way in, but was stopped with an arrogant shake of the head and a remark that only members were permitted entrance.

"Do you know who I am?" Cloud remarked, tossing his hair back a little and striking a slight pose, "I'm ex-SOLDIER."

"I'm terrified," The doorman drawled, and Cloud felt the words cut through him like a sword of some sort. Words were a vicious tool in the world of Cloud Strife. Pushing aside any homicidal thoughts involving the arrogant door guy, Cloud turned to the other, fatter guy, who promptly asked Cloud if he were looking for a girlfriend.

"You know a girl called Tifa?" Cloud asked, far beyond not-caring about anything slum people had to say after that last little comment.

"Hey, you're pretty fast. Tifa's our newest girl. But, unfortunately, she's having an interview right now. Here at the Honey Bee Inn, it's customary for all the new girls to be taken to Don Corneo's mansion," The guy grinned, as Cloud raised a brow once again, "Don Corneo's a famous dilettante. Now he wants to settle down and is in the market for a bride."

Bride?! Tifa's my woman.

"What happened to Aerith?"

Aerith's my woman.

"…I… never mind…"

Cloud met up with Aerith, who was already standing out of Don Corneo's mansion for him. It struck him as odd that Aerith seemed to always be ahead of him without actually talking to anyone, but he dismissed it for the moment at least.

"This is the mansion of Don Corneo, the most powerful man in Wall Market, kook. The Don's not into men, so don't let me catch you around here again..." The door man proclaimed rudely, Cloud feeling a rising hatred for doormen within him. Aerith pulled him to the side before he could make the doorman wish he hadn't turned down the second best ex-SOLDIER in existence.

"Hey, this looks like the Don's mansion," Aerith said, completely missing the fact that they had just been told the exact same thing by the doorman, "I'll go take a look and tell Tifa about you."

"No you can't!" Cloud exclaimed, knowing full well that without him, Aerith would probably end up dead. He then got another shiver up his spine at the thought of her death.

What is that all about?

"Why can't I go in, Cloud?" the brunette ask innocently.

"You DO know…what kind of place this is right?" Cloud asked, again shuddering at the thought of his woman in a place like that.

"Then, what am I supposed to do? You want to go in with me?" Aerith smirked slightly, as an idea began to form in her head.

"Well, being the prime male specimen of perfection and ruggedly good looks that I am, that'll be pretty hard. Besides if I bust in there, it'll cause too much commotion."

Cloud struck a pose and smiled slightly, remembering all those hours he spent making himself look as fantastic as he did. The smile quickly faded as Aerith began to giggle; she always seemed to be laughing at him.

"Aerith what's so funny?!" Cloud's feelings yet again being hurt by her and her evil, evil laughing.

Aerith looked at him somewhat deviously, "Cloud, why don't you dress up as a girl? It is the only way."

Her smile at the suggestion was creepy, to say the least.

Cloud's face paled, as he regressed a little.

"CLOUD! Get up, you lazy brat. It's time to play dress ups!"

"But Mamma, I don't want to play dress ups again," Cloud whined a bit, before a bottle whacked him across the head at high velocity, subsequently breaking into millions of pieces.

"You will do as I SAY boy, or so Gaia help me I'll ship you off to Cactuar Island!" His mother towered over him, brandishing another bottle in her left hand.

"…Ok mum, but this time, can you not show me off to the other parents or introduce me as Cloudina? It embarrasses me, and now the kids at school tease me about it!" he begged slightly, before receiving another hit from the bottle, the blow knocking a few more IQ points off.

"You do as you're told young man! Just like your no good father, you are never doing what I say and always taking but never giving," She gave Cloud a quick smack across the head with her hand, before pulling out a dress for him to wear.

Cloud snapped back to reality, noticing that he was being dragged towards the dress shop; apparently he didn't get a say in anything that happened. Aerith was already making choices for him, and they weren't even married yet. Cloud wondered if maybe the relationship was based on lies and her telling him what to do, before they promptly arrived at the dress shop.

"Excuse me, I'd like to get a dress," Aerith asked politely, as Cloud realised that a mannequin was eyeing him off rather intensely.

Not even really alive and it's checkin' me out, oh yeah.

"Soooo many things wrong with you…"

The lady behind the counter gave out an excuse that they would have to wait because she was crappy at her job, before going off on a tangent about how her father was an expert, but he was off boozing somewhere. Aerith took it upon herself to go find the crazy old guy and get him to make dresses again somehow. Cloud failed to see the logic, but as Aerith darted ahead, Cloud had little choice but to drearily follow along not too far behind. He always liked shopping, but he knew this wasn't for accessories for himself or hair care products. That reminded him; he needed more extra strength hair gel.

They arrived at the bar, looking around vacantly, before spotting an old man sitting alone with a rather empty glass as he sobbed softly.

"Excuse me; are you the father of the girl at the dress shop?" Aerith asked, yet again being fairly polite.

It would be faster to threaten him, Cloud thought quietly.

"I own the Clothes Shop... but I ain't your father," The old man slurred, hiccupping a few times in between.

Cloud cut in. There was very little attention being paid to him, and it burned him up.

"Make me some clothes," the blonde demanded, trying his best to sound tough.

"I don't make men's clothes…I don't feel much like makin' anything at the moment…" The boozehound slurred a little more, his breath burning Cloud's nostrils. Between this guy and Rolly, Cloud doubted he'd ever have a sense of smell again. Aerith ordered Cloud to go off to the side, and before the blonde could make an indignant comment about slave labour, she sweetened the deal by saying he could get a drink. He felt like he needed one, before flashing back to getting a bottle across the head and shuddering, before moving off to the side.

"She was evil really,"

Huh? Who Aerith?

"No… 'Mrs. Strife'."

Cloud looked over at his woman talking to the probably drunk dress shop owner, before the old man glanced over and laughed. Aerith joined in, though Cloud suspected she was joining in just to convince the old man whatever lie she fed him. Cloud rejoined them, not wanting to be left out on what was so funny, as the old man eyed him off, which made Cloud exceedingly uncomfortable.

That's creepy… he is like 4 times my age!

"… and male…"

Oh… yeah, and he's male!

"…Something you're not telling the world, Cloud?"

So hey, conversation going on right here…

"All right, what type of dress do you want then?" The blonde zoned in on the old guy talking, as he continued to check Cloud out whilst saying it.

"Something…" Aerith trailed off as if waiting for that force to tell her what to do again kicked in, "That feels soft, and something that... That shimmers!"

"Hmm, got it. Y'know I got a friend that has the same taste as him. I'll go talk to him."

The trio left the bar and returned to the dress shop, Cloud trying his best to hide his feelings about getting a pretty dress.

"Alright here ya go, go try it on," The owner handed Cloud a purple silk dress. Cloud's jaw dropped, it was a pretty dress, and his favourite colour as well; things were finally going his way.

Cloud entered the dressing room, pausing trying to pretend he didn't know how to put on a dress.

"Not fooling anyone! Drama queen…"

Aerith tired to sneak a peek, but seemed not to notice anything but the fact Cloud still didn't look, "pretty" enough for her.

"You're missing something…I know! A wig!"

She moved to the owner asking him if he knew anyone. He went on about knowing that there were plenty of people 'like' Cloud at the gym which made Cloud wonder what exactly it was that Aerith had told the old man in the first place. When he tried to question her about it however, she quickly dismissed him, claiming that it didn't matter, before insisting that they follow the advice of a drunken old man and head for the gym. Cloud eyed off the variety of individuals in there, and did a double take at one of them.

Is that a girl or...?

"You the one.... Who wants to be cute?" The figure asked, in a clearly masculine voice.

Oh holy shit, it's a dude! He's kinda...

"Cute?" Cloud frowned, as the figure nodded.

"Right," Aerith nodded, "And about the wig..."

"Yeah, I heard. But it'll cost ya," the girly man raised a brow, his eyes roving over Cloud in matter that made the blonde somewhat uncomfortable. At that point, three others working out in the gym came over, and Cloud held back a sigh of relief at the option of a squat competition instead.

A little known fact about Cloud was that he and his second class best friend Kunsel, used to do squats for the kicks. Cloud was well able to do over a thousand squats. There wasn't a chance in hell that he'd be beaten here. The blonde gave a smug smirk as he approached this shady bulky character, before agreeing to the challenge. Girly man, apparently also known as 'Beautiful Bro', asked if the blonde wanted any practice, before Cloud gave a confident shake of the head.

"Nah, I've done this in SOLDIER," Cloud nodded, as girly man gave an impressed raise of his brows. Aerith did that weird eyelash flutter thing again, but Cloud paid little attention, flexing his leg muscles as he grinned charmingly. Cloud stretched a little more, before starting to do his squat thing.

Down, mid, up, mid, down...

After thirty seconds of squats, Cloud straightened up to find his competition sweating excessively and seemingly faltering.

"He had seventeen squats, and you had twenty," Girly man announced, as Cloud gave a small fist-pump in the air. Nobody beat Cloud at squats. He was the best in SOLDIER, after all.

"You're really something," Girly man winked almost flirtatiously, as Cloud continued striking poses, oblivious of the attention, "Okay; I'm a man of my word. Here you are."

Cloud was then handed a blonde wig, not entirely too different from his own luscious locks, whilst there was a small scuffling between Big Bro and Beautiful bro, as they bickered over who saw him first.

I'm a stud magnet.

"You can not be proud of that..."

...No, just an observation...

"Alright Cloud," Aerith smiled sweetly, "Let's look at a few more shops. We'll see if we can doll you up a little more."

Cloud gave a firm nod, as they headed back out into the streets of sector six, and a large pot of what seemed to be stew caught the blonde's attention. He headed over, and was almost immediately told by the pot's attendant that it wasn't time for feeding yet. Cloud felt another bubble of insecure paranoia rise within him, insisting to Aerith that the guy had refused him food intentionally, before the brunette led him into the nearest shop possible.

Cloud wondered exactly what girly product they could get at a materia shop, but it seemed his question would have to wait, as the owner quickly made it clear that he wanted Cloud to venture on another errand that he could probably do himself.

"Hey man. Got a minute? I need to talk... man to man."

"...What is it?" Cloud raised an eyebrow, wondering why the hell he indulged these slum people by talking to them, when they always seem to load their daily chores on him.

"Really?! I really appreciate it." The man paused, glancing at Aerith, who was smiling her innocent smile.

".....I'm sorry but, young lady? Would you turn the other way, for a second?"

"Why...?" Aerith sounded innocent yet again; she always seemed to play the innocent smile card.

"Aerith... it's your turn to do as I say, and let us manly men talk," Cloud stated, ensuring that he was keeping his woman in line in front of a potential new manly friend, before quickly turning to face the shop owner. He was well aware that Aerith was probably shooting him a strong death glare, before doing as Cloud had asked.

"I'm sorry, lady," the shop owner offered as a humble apology, seemingly a little bothered by the blonde's attitude, before focusing on Cloud himself.

"Now here's the thing. Do you know that vending machine in the inn?" The guy asked, as Cloud nodded, not really having any idea what he was talking about, "I'm itchin' to know what they're selling in it. I just can't ask a girl to go get it."

Cloud shot a look of bewildered disbelief at the fact that, yet again, he was being asked to do a menial chore that could be done by a monkey. To add onto that, the guy was mentioning some kind of an itch, causing the blonde to wonder what the nature of this product really was. Cloud raised a brow incredulously.

"What? Why don't I buy it myself? Well to tell you the truth, I got in a fight with the guy at the inn and can't go there anymore. Come on, so how 'bout it?" The guy offered his somewhat pathetic reasoning. Cloud nodded reluctantly, before leaving the shop with Aerith in tow, following and berating him with question after question about what exactly it was that they had to do.

"Maybe we should call it a night?" Cloud asked, trying desperately to distract Aerith, who simply nodded and said something about getting some tofu for dinner. Cloud had stopped paying attention in all honesty; the promise of sleep was a good distraction.

Tofu? What is she talking about? I hate tofu.

"....She said Tifa...she's talking about Tifa,"

Tifa for dinner? Whilst it's kinda... appealing... that is definitely not the balanced meal a growing ex-SOLDIER needs.

"...You stopped paying attention ages ago didn't you?"

Somewhere amongst his musings, night had fallen, and Aerith had zonked. Cloud silently got up and snuck into the hallway to the vending machines. It was better than lying across from Aerith herself, who, even when she was asleep, seemingly couldn't stop rambling on about unimportant nonsense; Something about the planet and the 'Seh-trah' or something.

"So this is what he wants me to get...." Cloud leaned closer, checking out the prices, "Well, I suppose I should get the 200 gil one. Nobody calls Cloud a cheapskate."

"…Nobody did call you a cheapskate…"

"And now, nobody will!" Cloud retorted out loud, before shuffling away.

He quickly ducked behind the side of the machine as someone walked passed. It wasn't exactly a great place to be caught. The blonde grabbed the product and quickly darted back to the room, falling asleep quicker than expected, despite his woman's constant jabbering.

The next morning, the two headed back to the materia shop. The owner perked up upon their entry and did the finger gesture for Aerith to please turn around again. She did so with a minimal fuss this time, although not turning without at least a huff, as she crossed her arms across her chest. Cloud was momentarily distracted by the gesture, before the shop owner opened his mouth again.

"So you got it?" He asked, leaning closer, almost whispering in his attempts to hide the conversation from Aerith.

"I got it," Cloud said, acting as casually as he could muster. After all, he had to pretend that it wasn't the first time he had done such a task.

"Oh really? Hey!" The owner grinned almost maniacally. The store owner wasn't the creepiest guy Cloud had seen so far, but he was definitely getting there; right between the gym guy and the dress shop owner. Cloud gave an absent thought to it, before handing the product over.

"A 'protein drink' set. That jerk. I'm gonna do so much more business than him, his head'll spin," the shop owner cried, punching the air as the blonde mercenary gave him a rather puzzled look. Cloud didn't really get why everything had been kept as such a secret from the brunette, and why had he been so embarrassed about it.

It's only protein drink, what's the big deal?

"Alright man, I'm motivated now so take this as a sign of my thanks," The owner smiled, as he handed over a diamond studded tiara which sparkled brightly in the light. Cloud immediately tried it on to make sure it was his size, much to the puzzled looks of Aerith and the shop owner.

Holy mother of Gaia... It looks sooo good on me!

"...."

What? Just cause it totally does...

"Why did that guy have a diamond tiara anyway?"

Cloud ignored his inner musings, something that was becoming a recurring instance, and he and Aerith both headed back to the sweaty fat guy down by the entrance to the town. He 'ummed' and 'ahhed' for a little bit, before the guy handed Cloud a card. The blonde, avoiding the smell of the card for the moment, latched his eyes on what it was that the card had scrawled across it. Apparently, it was a membership to the Honeybee Inn. Cloud, ever the cool, calm, and collected individual that he was, forcefully prevented his eyes from bulging from their sockets, before heading down the path to the Honeybee. He stopped outside whilst all the men took their chance to grovel around his brunette woman.

"...Are you seriously going to stand for that?"

I wonder if they have any redheads... Or maybe a more exotic colour... like a reddish-brown or... or silver...

"They're swarming your... 'Woman'... and you're more interested in the tramps inside?"

Maybe a girl with some nice, long, silver hair...

"For the love of-"

"Hey! Is that a 'Member's Card' I see shining in your hot little hand?" The guy at the door asked, as Cloud approached, the blonde cautious of the fact that it very much seemed like door guy was hitting on him.

"Please, come in," the doorman grinned slyly, as Cloud abandoned Aerith amongst the sleazy men and slipped inside. As soon as he entered, a girl dressed in a slinky little bumble bee suit approached him and demanded he quickly pick a room. For a strange moment, Cloud was almost sure that she was saying negative things about him. He brushed it aside and headed for the dressing room, talking to a few of the honeybees in there, as they idly whispered amongst themselves. Cloud soon grew tired of the time being spent on someone other than him, before he moved back outside, and the bossy bee from the beginning rushed him along a little. He took a peek through one of the keyholes, and locked eyes on an elderly couple making some suspicious noises, before he retracted himself from the door in a hurry.

Cloud moved to another room and decided to take a gander through the keyhole, only to find himself setting his sights on... something he didn't want to think too much about.

...Is that the president?

"..."

There was some kind of role-playing going on, talking about the Promised Land or something or other, and whilst Cloud was all for some odd kinks and kicks that some people may have, he wasn't all that interested in people dressing up as-

Holy... is that meant to be Sephiroth?

Cloud's interest was piqued as the president wiggled his brows suggestively, before the honeybee just about dragged him from the peephole.

"Alright, alright," Cloud muttered, dragging his attentions to choosing a room. After checking out the names, he realised he had the option of the 'Group room' or the '&$#% Room'. It was just about a hands down decision then, as Cloud elegantly arched an eyebrow at the '$#% Room', and subtly told the bee he'd take it. She asked for confirmation, and Cloud put his foot down, his impatience a little overbearing as he told her not to make him repeat himself. She muttered some things under her breath, before ushering Cloud into the room, closing the door behind him.

The blonde froze, seeing a silhouette of a figure by the tub that looked remarkably like... him.

Hel~lo handsome!

"...What?"

Cloud put a little of his charm on, as the Cloud figure approached him.

"Hmm.....? You.....? What are you doing in a place like this?" Cloud asked, as ghostly Cloud came towards him. It was then that a part of the blonde's brain went into over-drive at trying to comprehend the image before him.

...That doesn't work...

"Hooray, he's thinking."

That's... me?

"Don't think too hard, you'll hurt yourself."

Cloud, as if on cue, then clutched at his mind, seemingly overwhelmed with pain, before the ghostly version of him spoke up.

"That's what I want to ask you. Should you be foolin' around here? You think problems will go away just thinkin' about them?" Ghostly Cloud asked.

What..?

Ghostly Cloud rose and fell into Cloud's body, as the blonde quickly fell unconscious.

"You can't change anything by just sitting back and looking at it."

What are you saying?

"It's started moving."

What has?

Cloud felt the room spin a little, as he opened his eyes slowly.

"Uh... OW..!!" the blonde groaned, abruptly aware of a large weight on him and the sides of his face being slapped repeatedly, accompanied by the repeated phrase of 'wake up'. Cloud opened his eyes properly, and became aware of a burly man in nothing more than a pair of budgie smugglers, straddling him. The blonde sat up abruptly, the blood draining from his face at the stranger straddling him, before the stranger fell on his side and told Cloud he was pleased to find him well.

"Bubby!! I heard you collapsed," The stranger, apparently named 'Mukki' remarked, as Cloud struggled away from the scantily clad man, "No, no, no. Don't get so uptight."

"Ugh?" Cloud frowned, as the stranger muttered some things and began to slip from the room. Cloud made to follow, and 'Mukki' turned to the blonde.

"Don't get depressed over a thing like this. It happens to me all the time," Mukki winked his moustache wriggling.

... Eh?

Cloud shuffled over to talk to the honey bee. Any excuse to get away from the strange scantily clad individual was well appreciated. After speaking to the honeybee, however, she offered him a pair of lingerie briefs, and Cloud was beyond confused.

Those are quite... fetching... though...

Cloud cleared his throat, however, concerned with the impression he was giving others.

"What, this rag? For me!? I just don't get it," Cloud cried, feigning outrage, as he headed out the door and back for the dressing room on his way passing a familiar looking redhead.

The blonde gave a wiggle of his eyebrows as he spoke to the honeybees within there, and they screwed up their faces with what Cloud could clearly see as being nothing but admiration.

He struck up a conversation with one of the girls, and curiosity mixed with logic somehow lead him to asking for a make up application on his face. The honeybee gave him an odd look, but complied, seemingly wanting the blonde to simply go away. He gave a glance at himself in the mirror and gave a satisfied nod, before heading out the door. Aerith was being ogled by several sleazebags, before Cloud gallantly disrupted the gathering and listened to how effectively Aerith had scammed them of their money.

Women are manipulative.

"Hey Cloud!" The brunette smiled sweetly, in a way that once again had Cloud questioning just how innocent Aerith was behind that smile.

"Hey Aerith," He nodded, as she looped her arm through his.

"Should we eat?" She asked politely, her eyes flicking to the crowd of seemingly grumpy individuals who now knew she was off limits.

My woman.

"...Well shit, it seems so..."

The pair of them headed to look for somewhere to eat, and Cloud was distracted by the flailing arms of a salesman attempting to pitch their own establishment to passers-by.

"Please come in. Here's a free 'Pharmacy Coupon' if you enter now," An individual outside a restaurant called out. There were few words that Cloud's ears perked up at immediately. 'Free' was definitely one of those, as was 'pharmacy', but that was a different story. Cloud casually shuffled inside, not wanting to look too much like a cheapskate, before taking a seat between a fat ass and a loud mouth, catching eyes with the chef and offering a 'feed me now' kind of expression. The chef came over, all grease, sweat, and excessive body hair, before casually leaning on the counter and asking what the blonde wanted. There was very little variety, but always up for a treat, Cloud ordered the 'special'. Cloud finished, and gave a nod at the cheesy grin along the chef's face. It tasted awful.

"It was alright..." The blonde nodded, as the chef handed over a coupon.

Cha-ching!

Cloud headed straight for the pharmacy and approached the desk, where the clerk seemed stoned and barely even comprehending the approaching blonde.

"Whoa! Why don't you say something, if you're standing there?" The guy asked, upon noticing that Cloud was standing there, his blood shot eyes locking on to Cloud's coupon, "Oh, you have a coupon. Then please select any one medicine you like."

Cloud frowned a little, his eyes raking over the selection before him. There was a limited variety, and much to Cloud's disappointment, there were no enhancing drugs, or anything along the lines of Cloud's usual purchase choices. Feeling illness rifling through his stomach, however, he reluctantly picked a digestive and handed over his coupon. Cloud nodded, before heading off to the bar, knowing all too well that if he didn't have some kind of booze to wash the digestive down with, he was likely to throw it up before it'd help him out. His stomach, however, was not doing so well. Before he even had the opportunity to ingest a little of it, his stomach was heading him towards the toilet. It was occupied.

NOOOOOO!

The woman in the toilet gave a flustered look up at Cloud, as the blonde thrust his digestive in her hands.

"Get out, get out!" The blonde urged, as he flung the woman out of the toilet stall, and disappeared into the confines of the tiny bathroom. After several entirely long minutes within the bathroom's confines, Cloud re-emerged, stomach settled, and his thoughts vowing to never eat slum food again. The woman outside was waiting with a flirtatious smile along her lips, before thanking the blonde with a bottle of perfumed cologne. Cloud gave a suave look, well aware of the woman's suggestive glance, before she leant to his ear and lowered her voice.

"Spray some of that in the bathroom, it stinks," she murmured, and Cloud slumped slightly in his posture.

Fine. But I'm keeping the freaking cologne!

The woman disappeared, and someone else boldly stepped into the bathroom, much to Cloud's mix of amusement and embarrassment. Aerith looked over from her mid-slump against the bar, and smiled a little lopsidedly.

...Has she been drinking?

"Come on Cloud; let's go to the dress shop!" The brunette urged, as Cloud allowed her to guide him there.

Cloud slipped into the dressing stall and changed properly into his dress, ensuring to pull on his sexy new lingerie, smoking hot dress, and entirely wonderful dress. He looked over at himself in the mirror, and stars filled his eyes. He was...

Beautiful!

"Ah Gaia..."

Oh Gaia, I look gorgeous!

"I... Give up..."

This could be a new thing for me!

Cloud flung open the curtains, and was pleased as each jaw in the room dropped in succession. The dress shop owner nodded, seemingly impressed, as he exchanged a glance with his daughter.

"Hmm, not bad. This may be a new business for me," the owner nodded, and Cloud fought back outrage. 'Not bad'? Not likely! Cloud knew he looked amazing, who was this guy kidding?

"Oh you are so cute, Miss Cloud!" Aerith beamed, as Cloud did a little strut as if he was on a catwalk, before she demanded a dress for herself.

Aerith looked through the large selection of dresses, seemingly ignoring the advice given by the old man and his daughter about which dress was best, until she picked out the second most seductive dress in the shop and headed into the change room. Cloud smirked to himself, knowing that the honour of owning the first belonged to him and him alone.

Before long, Aerith threw open the curtain and did a sultry walk showing off her new red dress.

"So Cloud, what do you think?"

Whoa...

"Indeed."

What no insult?

"Not now..."

Aerith simply smiled before taking him by the hand leading him out of the shop and towards Corneo's mansion in search of Tofu. As they went towards the mansion they passed a familiar looking redhead whose head followed them.

"Wow the one in the red dress isn't bad but the one in the purple….somebody let the gorilla out of the zoo, lucky I didn't get stuck with that flat-chest!" Reno mused before heading back to Turk Headquarters.

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A/N

Chapter Image: Sorry, deviant art's not working FOR SOME LAME ASS REASON (spopococ here, if the swear didn't indicate enough), so I'll throw up chapter art link on profile with the others as soon as is possible. Stay tuned!

HunterBelmont: Well we hope you enjoyed the first part of the wall market section and we do hope you enjoyed it....soo Spop no hard feelings about the crack about you being a guy right?

Spopococ: Well, considering I just shaved off all my hair for Leukemia research, I reckon I should KICK YOUR ASS. Actually, totally unrelated... How would you like... to go for a little... 'ride'?

HunterBelmont: Well how was I suppos....oooo a ride doesn't sound bad at all and completely innocent.

Spopococ: Anyway, hope you liked the chapter. ^-^