Chapter Eight: Let's Rock!

Genesis looked at his reflection in the mirror. His make-up artist had just finished applying make-up on, and was now busying herself with his band mates. He could hear their fans' impatient screams outside, and he was waiting for his phone to ring.

Tifa had disappeared, after she had called him to say that she loved him. Where the hell was she? Why did she go away just like that? She could have at least told him her plans! Her manager, Rufus, had informed him that they were doing everything they could when he called, demanding answers.

"Where did she go?" he asked haughtily.

"We're still trying to locate her whereabouts, Genesis. Be patient. She left her phone at home so it's no use." Rufus answered.

"Call me when you find her."

"Of course."

"Hey, Genesis, it's time to go!" his band mate called after him. "Alright. I'm coming." Genesis answered softly. He heard the fans' gasps of surprise when the lights went out, shrieks echoed out to him. Genesis smirked. The stage was dark when they walked in on the stage. Angeal started to do his drum solo and the fans screamed their lungs out. The spotlights went on and moved randomly around the crowd. Their guitarists started their riffs, Genesis could feel the music surging in. The spotlight hit his profile and he screamed as a greeting to their eager fans. They roared back.

When they finished their first song, he said, "Alright, Roquefort, I want you to march!"

They marched, as if in a trance. He smiled as he watched them do his bidding.

She sat under a Banora apple tree with her leather sketchpad on her lap. The sketchpad was a gift from Genesis, two months ago when she announced that she would be launching a clothing line. It's still clean. This time would be the perfect time to fill it with her drawings. Her art…

Tifa twirled the pencil around, thinking. What did she want to do?

"Hey, are you an artist?" somebody suddenly asked from behind her.

She turned around to see a girl with braided mousy brown hair with a pink ribbon tied to the end. Tifa smiled, "You could say that."

The little girl smiled. "You're pretty. I'm Marlene."

"Hi Marlene, that's an awfully nice ribbon." Tifa said. Years of being a celebrity had trained her to say hello and add a customary compliment on anything worth mentioning.

Marlene giggled. "Nah, it's not. May I see…?"

Glancing at her empty sketchpad, Tifa grimaced. "It's empty right now."

"Then let me see it when you're done drawing!" Marlene said with a smile. She had wonderfully, long lashed eyes. Tifa added Marlene's eyes to the vision of her future daughter.

"You'll be the first one to see." Tifa smiled.

Marlene sat down beside her, "So… where are you from? You're not from around here. I saw you yesterday, you had longer hair. Are a criminal?"

Tifa laughed. They thought she was a criminal?

"No, I'm not a criminal, silly. I just wanted shorter hair yesterday."

Marlene nodded. "You look like my favorite actress, Tifa Lockhart. Is she your twin? Do you have a sister?"

Oh great, somebody knows me here. What luck! Tifa grimaced. Of course, she was going to lie to this girl. She would tell her that she was not Tifa, and that she was not related to Tifa. She is Jessica Lockes, an independent, free spirit from Nibelheim. Tifa Lockhart was bound to her name, and Jessica Lockes is the complete opposite. But something in Marlene's big, brown eyes made Tifa say the truth.

The girl's reaction was comical. Marlene's eyes widened and her mouth opened into a little 'o'. Her breathing seemed to have stopped then she squealed really loudly. Then fell backwards that Tifa dropped the sketchpad to prevent Marlene from rolling all the way down. Tifa was laughing as she positioned Marlene upright.

"We have to keep this a secret, alright, Marlene?"

"Yes!"

Somehow, it felt nice that somebody knew her and she knew that she could trust that person. A child would never lie, right?

Rufus sat elusively in his leather chair, thinking. Where could his star client have gone off to? He had been in her house—he had his own key—and saw that she had left in a hurry. Clothe hangers lay strewn all over her bedroom floor, in the walk in closet. She had taken only her sweatpants, jeans, shirts and her favorite items. Her jewelry, shoes and gowns stayed neatly organized. Only one pair of shoes were missing, Lazard said, her running shoes. The stylist was obviously annoyed with this fact—"She is so unfashionable! If I were to run away, I'd pack all my good items, not the rotten ones!" Lazard yelled with frustration.

Rufus only chuckled.

"Tifa is Tifa, Lazard, you really cannot make her change." he said.

Two hours, fifteen songs. He had already taken off his coat and tossed it to the crowd. Sixteen fans have fainted. Genesis and his band were exhausted. Really exhausted. But when he saw a certain auburn haired girl sitting in the dressing room's couch, all his exhaustion magically disappeared. He grinned broadly as she welcomed him in her arms. Angeal and the guitarists proceeded to the tour bus.

"Hi," Genesis whispered in her hot, creamy skin.

"Hey," she whispered back. "I missed you."

"And I missed you too. C'mere," Genesis pulled her up and he sat down. She sat on his lap. They kissed voraciously. She undid his pants and gave him release.

"Oh yes—!" Genesis moaned.

Angeal brandished his drumsticks and sighed. One of these days, he was going to hit his friend's head and give him a lecture about fidelity.

Author's Note: UUUUHM since this is a Rated T fic, I'll let you hang by a thread on Genesis and this creamy skinned girl. Use your imagination, it includes a lot of sweat, I tell you. A lot. I feel really sorry for Tifa now. Wonder who this girl is? =3= .. tell me who you think she is in your Review, alright?

I believe that I am entitled to brand Genesis a whore now. XD