Chapter 2

"Voicemail! Always voicemail!" Tifa exclaimed then threw her phone away to her bed which rolled off and landed on the wooden floor with a thud. She pouted childishly while she crossed her arms in front her, competely looking like a Yuffie clone in her gesture, but with bigger breasts and buttocks. "Maybe he didn't want to be my pretend husband in this mission..." She said to herself glumly as she plopped down her bed, arm still crossed. It's been a day and the mission will be starting tomorrow and there was still no sign of the blond swordsman. Tifa stood up and yelled in frustration while she ruffled her raven hair. Then she slowly looked over at her cabinet, hurriedly ran to it then opened the doors with force to glare menacingly at the red and lacey item inside. She took it then held it in front of her. "And this was expensive, too." She said with a frown. Then she took out another item, which was a short, black whip, she suddenly blushed and started thinking why on Gaia did she buy such a thing. Will she use it on Cloud in case their relationship would progress during their mission? How and which part of his body is supposed to be hit by it? Should she do it hard or maybe she should asked him how he will like it? But she realized her questions were useless for Cloud would not be even there. She went over her dresser and stared at herself while holding the whip on her side. She lifted it up then flicked her wrist to hit the wooden surface of her vanity. The sound which came out of it was surprisingly arousing.

That wasn't so hard. Then she hit her vanity again. "You like that?" She asked no one in particular, then she hit again. "What? You want more? I'll give you more." She whipped her vanity repeatedly while laughing like a crazy person, it was really uncharacteristic of her, but being a grown woman with undying love and eventually, lust, for the person she lives with had build up something sinister inside of her, and it decided to show it's ugly head the moment she saw herself holding the whip, ready to punish the man who has been tormenting her emotions over the years, the man called Cloud Strife. The noise didn't let her realize that someone was actually on the door, the usual stoic face of the said someone was completely replaced with shock and horror. When Tifa stopped whipping, she stared at herself again in the mirror and that's when she saw someone at the door and nothing could explain how she felt at the moment but she knows one thing, she was shocked, for two reasons, one, for her usually demure, shy and gentle self to be caught red handed while doing some kinky activity, two, for seeing a completely rare sight and she knew she was the first and last person to see the absolute terror that was plastered on Vincent Valentine's face, in which she was also mirroring.

Oh Gods... WHY?

Cloud was already going crazy, the sandstorm had not died down, in fact, it had gotten worse, he was worried for Tifa and the kids, they might think that he went away again but it was not the case, he would never do that again to his family, but he couldn't even reach them. He already thought of leaving even if there was a sandstorm, he tried actually, but he decided to let it go and go back to the hotel, terrifying the kids and some adults as he walked past them in the theme park, completely covered in sand. He was so stressed so he decided to go out and watch some chocobo race instead, waving off a ghost which was approaching him as he walked through the lobby, and it turned to smoke when he flapped his hands over it's transparent body, letting out that same annoying ghostly sound before disappearing completely.

Curse this place.

Tifa and Vincent sat on the bar, across from each other but couldn't look at each other's eyes. Tifa closed her eyes with pain written all over her face while Vincent just merely looked away. Tifa decided it was best for her to speak first, knowing the gunslinger all these years she knew he wasn't one to initiate a conversation, much less when he saw her in her humiliating act. She cleared her throat.

"Ummm... Vincent... About... Ummm..."

"There's no need for apology." Vincent suddenly said that made her jump. "I do not judge you for your... Strong and unusual desires..." He kept himself composed as he spoke about it but Tifa can tell that he struggled to say it out loud, specially when she saw a bead of sweat come down his cheek.

"Unusual de... What?! That's... No..." Tifa blushed furiously and she just wanted to be swallowed by the ground, it was too much to take and Vincent's current lack of reaction while saying those things was the cherry on top of the humiliating event.

"It will be forgotten. I will not tell a soul about your activities... You're secret is safe with me, Tifa." He told her, his face was so serious that Tifa wanted to laugh out loud but who was she to laugh?

I am a disgusting human being. She thought to herself.

"Anyway," He interrupted her thoughts, and she was thankful for the sudden change of topic. "I came here under an order from Reeve." He said then looked away again, Tifa could have sworn that she saw a blush on his cheeks but shrugged it away. "I came here as replacement..." He trailed off, Tifa tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"Replacement?" She asked. Vincent looked at her again, straight into her eye, she gulped when he looked like that he was going to suck the life force out of her, mentally cursing herself for even thinking about her good friend that way, that he was being an immortal by drinking other people's souls like a cocktail on a beach. She shook her head hastily then blinked. Vincent blinked slowly before continuing.

"Replecement as your pretend husband in Costa del sol."

Tifa felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped to her head.

Reeve kept his chin rested on top of his intertwined fingers while he stared ahead. He had received another report of more disappearance in Costa del sol and he knew that the situation was getting out of hand. Looks like I need to ship off Tifa and Vincent sooner than what was agreed on... Then he frowned. Cloud... Just where on Gaia are you? He had been reaching the blond but couldn't through and he was starting to get worried. He continued to stare ahead and his assistant had been looking at him for the past five minutes, worried about his boss' well being, he knew that his boss was very stressed and thinking about a lot of things, and he was right.

I never knew that Amylia would accept Bren as her own just like that. The president of WRO thought sadly, disappointed at the turn of events in his favorite soap opera.

It was the day of the trip to Costa del sol, since they were under cover, they need to change their appearance for everyone in the planet knows how the members of AVALANCHE looked like. Tifa brushed her light brown hair with her hand, she had cut just it down her shoulders, and full bangs was in front of her forehead. She wore a light blue flowy sun dress with white some white, strapy sandals, and some big floppy hat to go with her summer look, she looked really stunning, men had been staring hungrily at her non stop but she was already used to it. She waited at the dock of the ship for Vincent to appear, she had no idea how he disguised himself so she didn't know what to expect.

I wonder where he is. She asked herself.

"Tifa." She heard that familiar voice that made her looked around in surprise and she thought that seeing Cloud Strife dead drunk in her bed with a big red bow was the greatest shock of her life, but she was wrong.

Vincent Valentine had become a completely different man, he had cut his hair with the same length and style when he was still a Turk, but he had it dyed blonde, and it greatly highlighted his crimson eyes. Tifa wanted to laugh for his clawed hand was replaced by a real looking prostectic, probably made for him by Reeve, he was wearing a dark grey dress shirt that was folded up to his elbows, and some semi fitted khaki pants that had him bulging in places along with some brown loafers.

What in the world...? Tifa thought while she was out of breath. The way that the sun eluminated Vincent's whole being was making her eyes burn, he was a like a God walking on the face of Gaia.

He was a gorgeous, sexy being.

Women surrounding them looked like they were going to pass out just by looking at the sexy beast that was her pretend husband. She was still finding it hard to speak which made Vincent raise an eyebrow at her.

"Tifa? Are you alright?" He asked her that got her out of her daze. Then she said the first thing that came into her mind.

"The sun, aren't you going to melt?" She asked then held her hand to her mouth with a gasp. Vincent raised his eyebrows again.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said... You look..." She gestured to all of him, trying to change the subject. "Different." Was all she could say, but she wanted to say differently.

"Thank you, and you... You look..." He blushed then looked away, she did the same. Vincent pulled out something from his pocket then handed it to Tifa. The brunette gave him a puzzled look but took the thing anyway. She stared at the beautiful platinum ring that had some gems and diamonds encrusted into it. "Wedding ring." He said when she didn't say anything.

"Oh! Right..." She said then hurriedly put it on and stared at it, the gems shining and shimmering in the sunlight. But she wasn't looking at her ring, but over it, she kept her eyes on the gorgeous, immortal man who was looking away in daze in front of her, and they were going to spend a lot of time together, alone. Her heart hammered mad, little did she know, that he was feeling the same way towards her.

She just realized that from the new threat that was arising, this was one of them.

"Oh dear..." Was all she could say quietly to herself.

Somewhere far away, a young woman was looking at the pretend couple from a pair binoculars while munching on some oatmeal cookies. Then she pulled it down from her eyes then frowned with a pout.

"Why can't I be the one to go with that sexy Vincent instead?! It pisses me off!" Yuffie exclaimed while she threw away her binoculars then began crushing her cookies with both hands in fury.