A/N: A collection of 100-word drabbles focused on the Turks' relationships. Some romantic, some platonic, some ambiguous. They may share the same theme but they're not directly connected, so expect to see a variety of ships.

Every tagged character comes with a drabble (or several) from their POV. The chapter titles include the characters involved.

Each drabble is a self-contained mini-fic. That's why this collection is marked as complete, but I may add more if/when inspiration strikes, so feel free to follow if you wish.

Tseng and Aerith, ambiguous

Whispers

At times like this, Tseng misses her.

He's not sure why. Perhaps it's the hint of earthy rot in the air, as leaves go from yellow to orange to brown in the gutters, that takes him back to the decaying church in the slums. Or perhaps the chill of the wind in his face, as biting as the words she always saved for him.

I never brought you in, he thinks. I didn't cause your death.

From the shadows of his mind, a voice answers; a voice that sounds eerily like hers.

Maybe you didn't, it whispers, but Shinra did.