A/N: Sorry, I couldn't resist, I'm not done with my other story but this one keeps disturbing my thoughts, whispering things to me on my sleep that I had to start atleast a chapter, but expect slow updates on this one because I plan to finish 'Once again' first. I just had to get this out of my system.
Final fantasy and its character belongs to Square-enix
One
"I'm late! I'm so late!" A girl with unruly raven hair and wild ruby eyes frantically paced on her studio apartment, it was the day of her interview and she happened to slept in.
"Stupid alarm clock!" She yelled while she threw a pillow on her useless clock, but it didn't budge, still standing and mocking her, of all days it decided to play a prank, it chose the day she had her first job interview on her dream company.
Tifa Lockhart is a talented, intelligent and over enthusiastic aspiring news anchor, she had just graduated from Nibelheim university with communication arts as her major and she moved to the city of dreams to fulfill her biggest ambitions and fantasies. Midgar, the largest city in the world and home to the biggest television network, Shinra Network and Entertainment which handles every top rating shows from dramas to talk shows, talents, news team and the number one news channel: Channel Six, Midgar Today.
Her job interview today was for an opening for a field reporter position, of course, nobody could easily get to the top unless you start somewhere. So there she was, shoving a whole toast in her mouth while she pushed up her dry raven hair into a ponytail to get there on time or she will lose an opportunity of a lifetime. She hastily went over to her front door to put on her shoes before she grabbed her keys and went out the door. She sprinted ove the halls of her apartment building while she shoved another toast on her mouth, when she reached the elevator, she found Barret Wallace, a single father and one of her neighbors who was holding the hand of his six year old daughter, Marlene.
"Hi Tifa!" The little girl piped as she waved her hand.
"Hi Marlene! Barret!" She greeted in a shaky voice, her bangs were all over the place from her running.
"Where's the fire?" Barret said then he guffawed, Tifa let out a nervous laugh before she exhaled a loud breath.
"I'm so late for my interview today! I'm have to get to Shinra in thirty minutes or I'm toast!" She bit on her nails nervously while she looked up at the elevator, she groaned loudly when it was stopping on every floor. "This won't do!" She started running towards the fire exit, Barret looked at her and was feeling sorry at the state she was in.
"See you guys later!" Her voice echoed inside the fire exit she just disappeared into. She ran all the way down from the seventh floor, where she was residing, she kept running until she was finally out of the building, she immediately waved her hand to stop a taxi that was coming her way, but a guy wearing a suit got hold of the door first, they looked at each other and Tifa's eyes were in for the kill as she glared at him.
"I got this one first." She said with venom.
"No, I got hold of the do-" She silenced him by pushing him away from the cab then she hurriedly slid inside. "Hey! You ugly son of a bitch!" The man yelled and Tifa just started cackling inside the cab as she looked back at him, she waved her hand with a sweet smile before she looked up ahead.
"Where to Miss?" The driver asked.
"Shinra Network please." She said while she brushed her hopeless bangs with her fingers, some of them were sticking into her forehead because of her sweat. She kept looking at her wrist watch and she released a sigh of relief when they finally reached her destination, she gave the driver her fare before she hurriedly went out to start running again, she smiled brightly when she saw the main entrance and she started laughing like a crazy person as she reached it. earning perplexed looks from everyone she passed by.
"Hold up!" The security guard held up his hand in front of her face before she could even touch the door, she stopped on her tracks but she stumbled, almost falling to her face on the ground. "What's your business here?"
"Oh! I have a job interview here! And I'm almost late!" She exclaimed then she looked at her wrist watch, she gasped then looked up at the guard with wild eyes. "I have fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes!" She said as she shook the guard by his arms.
"W-Whoa!"
"I need to get in!" She said then the guard studied her from head to toe before he raised an eyebrow. She looked down on herself.
She wore a lose fitting white dress shirt with long sleeves, a brown skirt that goes below her knees and some black, flat formal shoes. She wore large black rimmed glasses and her hair was in a ponytail but her bangs were everywhere and it was overall dry looking. Tifa looked up again with one eyebrow raised before the guard gave her a fake smile.
"Please go in and goodluck with your interview." Goodluck with that ridiculous outfit. He thought.
"Thanks!" She piped before she went inside, she started running again until she reached then reception where she plopped herself down on the desk, making the receptionist jump.
"Excuse me, the interview, field reporter..." She said while catching her breath. The receptionist stared at her bizarre appearance before she spoke.
"Fifth floor room 5098." She said while she too took in her appearance then she visibly grimaced making Tifa's blood boil.
Why you...!
"An ID please so I can give you a pass." The receptionist said as she lifted her hand. Tifa rummaged through her bag then gave her card before she was handed a pass.
"Thanks!" She said with a fake smile before she hurriedly went over to the elevator. There were many people waiting along with her and hoped that she could squeeze herself eventually. When the elevator chimed, she hurriedly made her way through the crowd, she squeezed herself in and she pulled back her head when the door was closing. She tried to reach for the button but she couldn't, she stretched her hand and kept trying but it was no use.
"Which floor?" Someone asked and she looked on her right and saw a raven haired man, his hair was slick back and shoulder length and his stare was cold looking. Tifa gulped loudly before she spoke.
"Five... Please." Then he pressed the button. "Thanks..." She said quietly then she adjusted her glasses.
"No problem." His outer appearance totally contradicted the way he spoke, it was gently but firm. When she reached her floor, she smiled then hurriedly went out to look for the room of the interview.
"Oh! Here it is!" She exclaimed then she opened the door with a bang. Everyone looked at her direction as she stumbled her way in. She looked up around before she let out a nervous laugh. Everyone were either raising an eyebrow or scowling at her direction. She cleared her throat before she found a seat on the corner of the room. She looked around she suddenly felt self conscious. Everyone were wearing suits, professional looking and were obviously questioning her appearance. Someone was actually snickering at her direction which made her purse her lips.
"Tifa Lockhart." Someone emerged and called from inside of another room which made her smile brightly.
"Oh! That's me!" She raised her hand up while the person who called her raised an eyebrow.
"Right... This way please." He said slowly, Tifa stood up then followed him to go inside the room.
"Goodluck finding your way out of Dorkland." A woman with blond hair and big breasts said as Tifa passed her, the brunette look at her direction then raised an eyebrow.
"What's eating you? Didn't have enough dough to undo those fake uneven boobs?" She said with a smirk which made everyone laugh and the blond woman fume. She wiggled her eyebrow once before she went inside with a smug look on her face. The interview panel was stared at her with their eyebrows furrowed. She smiled brightly at them before she sat down on the chair in the middle. The panel was composed of three people, a man with raven hair and a goatie, who she recognize as the respected news anchor, Reeve Tuesti, she kept herself composed when she wanted to do was clobber him and have his autograph. Another one was the same guy in the elevator, she smiled at him but he didn't return it. The last one was a beautiful woman with brown hair that was pulled up in a ponytail, some bangs were framing her face.
"You're name?" The guy in the middle asked. Tifa adjusted her glasses before she spoke.
"Hi, my name is Tifa Lockhart and I'm 23 years old."
"Tells us something about yourself."
"Oh, I'm from a small town named Nibelheim, I just graduated with honors at Nibelheim University with Communications arts as my major, and I aspire to become a news anchor that's why I moved here to the big city, I'm very hard working and I'm willing to endure anything just to reach my dreams, even if I have to crawl all the way up with weights on my hands and feet I would!" She said then she laughed but when she saw that no one was laughing she clamped her mouth shut. Reeve visibly sighed while he looked at her appearance.
"Your resume is impressive, you look like you are intelligent and talented, but you do realize that being a field reporter, you will need to appear on camera Miss Lockhart."
"Yes, Sir!"
"That won't do." He said as he gestured to all of her, it was true, her appearance was a disaster and applying in an appearance driven industry will end up in another disaster.
"Uhhh..."
"We need you to read these, we'll need to see how you deliver your lines."
"So, how did it go?" Her bestfriend and neighbor, Yuffie Kisaragi asked from the other line, Tifa sighed before she spoke.
"I got slammed, hard." She said while she angrily took a bite on her bagel.
"Not surprised." Yuffie said nonchalantly.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Tifa asked while she moved her head in a sassy manner.
"Look, I've telling you that I will help you get a make over because, let's face it, you're talented, you're smart but you won't go anywhere with that face of yours unless you're applying for a freak show." Yuffie started guffawing while Tifa sneered.
"Oh shut up." She pulled away her phone from her ear then she furrowed her brows. "Wait someone's calling." She ended her call with Yuffie then answered the other one. "Hello?"
"Miss Lockhart, this is Tseng, I was one of the panels earlier at your interview." The man on the other line said, Tifa gasped loudly before she spoke.
"Yes, Mr. Tseng, what can I do for you?" She asked then she bit her lip in anticipation.
"I need you to report back to me, I have a job offer you can't refuse." He said, Tifa's mouth fell open and her eyes went wild again.
"A jo... A jo..."
"Yes, I'll be waiting at the fourth floor elevator in five minutes." Then there was click. Tifa slowly lowered her phone before she started screaming and yelling while she jumped in the air, scaring everyone who were passing by.
"So, Mr. Tseng, what kind of job is this that you're offering?" She asked as she walked side by side with the same raven haired man in the elevator and in the panel.
"This job requires dedication, unlimited patience and endurance, and based on your interview, I'd say you are perfect for the job and the pay won't be bad as well." He said and she bit her lips while she closed her eyes tight.
Oh my gods I'm so excited! I'll do anything, I'll even be a janitor if I have to!
"So... What is the job... Sir?"
"You will be working as a personal assistant for one of our famous talents. A model, to be specific." Tseng said. Tifa silently gasped at his statement.
I'll get to be close with one of the celebrities?!
"Who is this personality Sir?" She asked, Tseng was silent for a while before he spoke.
"Our most in demand and highest paid male supermodel, Cloud Strife." Tifa stopped on her tracks with her mouth wide open in a silent scream, Tseng stopped as well to look at her with a perplexed look.
Cloud Strife, the epitome of human perfection, with a body of a God and a face of an angel, every woman in the planet would spread their legs just in the hope of touching a strand of his golden, spikey hair. He was a sex on a stick, a sexy prince with piercing blue eyes that will make you feel like climaxing just by looking at him.
Oh... My... Gods...
"Oh my Gods..." She said quietly while Tseng watched her with an eyebrow raised. "Oh my GODS!" Then she shrieked, it was very ear splitting making Tseng and everyone passing by wince at the noise she was making. "OH MY GODS!" She ended the last word with another screech while Tseng held his hands up towards her to stop her but failing.
Tifa started imagining Cloud Strife, wearing a prince outfit and was walking towards her direction with a bouquet of flowers and handsome smile on his face.
"For you, my love, my sunshine, my beautiful maiden, the one who holds my heart." He said in a husky voice while offering the flowers at her direction. Tifa started giggling.
"You don't need to do that, but okay!" She said as she greedily took the flowers. Then Cloud started leaning forward while he slowly closed his eyes, Tifa closed her eyes as well and their faces were just inches from each oth-
Tseng snapped his fingers in front of Tifa's kissy face while he called her name, the brunette snapped back to reality then she cleared her throat loudly. The raven haired man raised an eyebrow again before he started walking again, Tifa followed after him.
"This is it." He said as he pointed at a door. "Would you like to meet your boss now?"
"Yes!" She said with huge grin on her face, she straightened her hopeless appearance when Tseng started knocking.
"Come in." A lazy voice sounded from the inside then Tseng opened the door, he went inside while Tifa followed after him.
And there he was, the man every woman in the planet was fantasizing about, his spikey hair and blue eyes were reflected on his vanity mirror while he stared with a bored look at Tseng's direction.
"Cloud, I'd like you to meet your new assistant. Miss Tifa Lockhart." Tifa straightened herself again when Cloud stood up to face them. Her breath hitched when she saw how truly perfect he was in person, but as soon as he landed his eyes on Tifa, he visibly grimaced.
"Just where did you get this disgusting thing?" He said while he looked at her up and down.
Tifa's image of the gentle and sweet prince Cloud Strife shattered all around her like a broken mirror. Her mouth slowly slackened and her glasses fell to her nose.
"Cloud, you will be in her care from now on, so be nice." Tseng said before he turned away to go out.
"Wait! You're leaving me alone with this... HIDEOUS CREATURE?!"
Tifa's eye twitched.
"Like I told you, you will be in her care from now on."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! WHAT IF SHE RAPES ME OR-" He stopped his rant when Tifa threw a cup of water all over him, she found it sitting on his vanity. "YOU UGLY BITCH!"
"What makes you think you can talk to me like that you prick?! Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can act like a little shit with everyone else!" She yelled as she angrily set down the cup back down. Tseng smirked while he stared at the feisty brunette, despite her nerdy appearance, she sure is something else, and she was perfect for the job at handling the most spoiled brat in the modeling industry.
"YOU'RE FIRED!" Cloud yelled on top of his lungs but Tseng merely chuckled.
"Now now Cloud, I hired Miss Lockhart, that means I'll be the one who will decide if she's fired or not, and I would say that she isn't, a little disciplining will do you good." He said.
"What?" Cloud said through gritted teeth. Tifa gave him a smug smirk.
"Well, well, well, looks like we are going to be stuck together for a long while, Mr. High status supermodel Cloud Strife." Cloud's nostrils were flaring and his eyes were hard as he stared at the wiggling eyebrows of his new assistant.
This is going to be interesting. Tseng thought before he walked out the door.