Hi again.
OK, this is the romance part of the story. It is nowhere near
as interesting, and it doesn't have a killer sex scene? It is kind of
a story mover. It moves the story along to the main point. And while
it is not at all as interesting as a good love scene, It is very
important.
Enjoy, kindof
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Tifa awoke in a hospital room. She was surrounded by white
walls, and hospital equipment. The light was bright enough to cause
her to want to keep her eyes closed, and her head throbbed. The only
good thing she knew of at this moment was that someone was holding her
hand. She had not yet looked to see who, she just knew someone was
there, and they were there for her. This men't someone still cared,
and in the back of her head, she wished it was Cloud. She knew the one
holding her hand wasent him, for it was the hand of a women.
Tifa wanted so much to look into her eyes, and ask her why she
had saved her life. To ask her if she knew the torture that her life
had become, and she want to scream at her, and to call her obscene
names. Above all, she wanted to die, and to take her savior with her,
for it was her only, who was the reason, who was to blame, that she
was still alive. And death called to her, every second that she lay
there awake with her eyes closed, it called to her. Like a vampire to
his lover, so was death.
And then at some moments, Tifa did not want to know who it was
that had given her life back. Out of some fear that she may kill her
where she sat, Tifa kept her eyes closed, because of this. But even
the slightest touch from the girl, or the softness of her skin made
Tifa wonder. And it was out of this great wonder that caused Tifa to
open her eyes and look at her savior.
She sat is an uncomfortable looking, brown hospital chair,
reading her book. She had short blond hair, parted on the side of her
head. Her brown eyes moved along each page, and she wore a blue suit,
with a red tie. Tifa sighed in disbelief, a Turk had saved her.
"Elena," she hissed. Elena looked away from her book, 'Are you
awake?" She said with a smile. Tifa looked into her large brown
eyes, "No dipshit, I'm dead, I died in you're arms tonight, can you
pretend you're not blond for two minutes, and tell me why you saved
me," Tifa spat without care. Elena looked back to her book, letting
go of Tifa's hand, "no, I didn't,"
"I did," came a shrill voice from the door way. Before looking
at the figure Tifa spat out, "I didn't ask who I asked why." Tifa
turned her head to the door, "Oh shit." The figure in the door, also
blond, stud tall in a white trench coat, and pants. Tifa knew him
well, this was Rufus, Ex-president of shinra's son. Tifa gasped in
fear, the only thing missing from the profile was his large rifle. He
stud in the door way for only a moment, before walking to Tifa's side,
and taking her hand.
Tifa jerked her hand away, out of fear for the touch of another
gost. The last one landed her where she was now.
Elena raised quickly, "That is no way to treat him, he hasn't
left you're side, scence you got hear," she said meekly. A look of
disgust crossed Tifa's face, as she pulled away from Rufus's oncoming
hand. There was nothing anyone could do that would make her want to
hold his hand, concitering, he had been trying to kill her. "I'm
trying to change, why else would I save someone from the alleged
group, Avalanche," He explained to her, in regard to her earlier
question.
Tifa turned her head away, he was trying to change, what the
fuck was that. Was he full of shit or something? "Please," she said
in a whisper. Rufus cupped her face in his hand, and turned it to
look into her eyes, "You're right, I'm not changing, I was just
always particularly fond of you, pet." Tifa jerked her head out of
his hand, and looked away again. Rufus lay his hand on her shoulder,
"why are you so upset?"
Tifa gasped. Had he really just asked her why she was upset?
He should have already known.
"Doesn't anyone die anymore," Tifa hissed, "I have everything
almost back to normal, then Sepheroth appears, and I wake up in a
hospital. Then, you appear from beyond the mother fucken grave, and
act like you dident try to kill me." Tifa looked him in the eyes, "A
few times."
Rufus nodded, He understood her anger. "Then you may leave
when you are ready."
With that, Tifa raised up, and walked out of the room, with a
hospital nightgown. Rufus shuck his head as she walled back in and
demanded her clothing, and ten minutes later she was on her way to
sector seven.
It was snowing outside, as Tifa walked back into her
bar, with a case of Vodka. She struggled to keep it in her arms as
she walked to the counter. "May I help you with that," came a shrill
voice from behind her? Then Reno of the Turks carefully tuck the case
from her arms, and walked to the storage room. Tifa gasped, "What are,"
but she was so carelessly interrupted as she lost her balance and
fell into the arms of a large bald man with an unshaved face. "Are
you all right ma'am," he asked, his voice was deep, and almost
caring.
"Let go of me, rude," She hollered at this fellow member of
the Turks. She begin backing up, until she was agents her own counter.
At the door she could see Tseng, and at the pool table racking the
balls was Elena. Tifa had all four of the Turks in her bar, and did
not know how to get them out. With Tseng at the door she could not
make an escape. There was an escape panel in the underground chamber
beneath her floor, but she could not let them know that it was there.
The skinny red haired Turk Reno came out of the storage room,
"Evening miss, Is there anything else we can help you with?" Tifa
gasped once again. Not only were the Turks in her bar, they wanted
to help her. This couldn't be real, she had to be dreaming, so she
could take complete advantage of them, and not have to worry about
them hurting her. Tifa smiled, "Well, I have to do the floors,
counters, windows and bathrooms, but I feel so tired and week," she
said sweetly.
"Well, then," Tseng said, smiling, "Why don't you go home,
take a nap, and we'll get this." Tifa acted as if she had to think
about it then nodded, and walked out of the bar.
It had been a few days scence the Turks had cleaned Tifa's bar,
and it all seemed to be going back to normal, for the second time. The
days were slow, and she couldn't get anyone out at night. To her, this
was everything one could ask for. To just have a normal life, and to
understand it all, or to think that no danger was coming. Alas, she
could not ever say, that dident miss her old life with avalanche, But
this was a lot better then that.
This was so nice that Tifa did not notice the young blond
standing at her counter, holding a long thin box.
"Excuse me," Elena said softly. Tifa jumped in fright before
realizing there was nothing to fear. Elena laughed silently to
herself, as Tifa pulled herself to where she stud. Tifa looked at
her, wondering what she was doing there, "have you come to clean my
bar again," Tifa asked in amazement. Elena laughed out loud this
time, letting Tifa know that was NOT why she was there.
"You have a gift from Rufus," she said, laying the box down on
the counter. Tifa just stud there, unsure of what to do, until Elena
nodded. Then Tifa opened the box by undoing the single ribbon that
crossed over twice, and tied in a bow. She lifted the lid exposing a
bunch of 13 long stemmed roses, and a tiny card, with even tinier
writing. Tifa bent over to smell the roses, which were knoticibly
fresh. Then she reached for the card that read
"Tifa
With the understanding of how you feel,
I must do my best to change you're mind
Would you be so kind as to meet me, and give
me a chance to show you only love."
Tifa looked into Elena's large brown eyes, "This all wont stop,
" she started with haste, "unless I say yes?" Elena nodded, and Tifa
joined her.
Tifa met Rufus at the restaurant nep' lent. He asked
her normal date questions, and kept to small talk. Soon, well, as they
left the restaurant, Tifa knoticed all the talk had been about her,
and that she still knew nothing of him. He was a gentleman the hole
time, and she found herself wondering how this could be the same man
who believed that he would control people with fear.
Rufus opened her car door, and she crawed inside. She wondered,
was this really it, he just wanted to know some personnel stuff about
her. Then she realized they were not driving in the direction of home. In fact, They had just left midgar. Tifa tapped Rufus on the shoulder, "Where are we going?" She said with no trust. Rufus held up two fingers as to say he couldn't tell her. Then the car stopped.
Rufus got out, and once again opened her door. Tifa recognized
the place now, they were on a little beach, just a few miles out of
midgar. They walked along the beach silently, and uncomfortably,
until Tifa asked the question that had been on her mind scence the
restaurant.
"So, what about you," she asked. Rufus looked at her as if she
was out of her mind. "I mean, what was you're life like." Rufus
stopped, dead in his tracks, "Why do you ask." Tifa looked into his
deep blue eyes. "I never had a childhood," he said as he began to
walk, again. Tifa follow, very confused.
"While you were playing with dolls," he said, "I was learning
to handle my rifle. I was killing people at age ten, and discovered
how fun it was to be feared at age seven. My hole life I have been a
controlling figure. So now that everyone thinks I am dead, I think me
and my Turks shall just lay low. It seems better, because how can I
be better for the city, When I dident even cry over my fathers death,"
he explained.
Tifa wrapped her arm around his, "But you don't have to be that
way, you never had too." Rufus looked into her sad brown eyes, "I was
abused if I did not kill them, This was the only way I knew." Tifa's
eyes began to tear. Had the late president of shinra been that cruel
as to unleash herself onto his own son. She hated him. Yet Rufus was
now almost understandable to her. Even evil, did not have to be all
that evil.
Rufus stopped walking again, and cupped Tifa's face in his
hand. Tifa looked into his eyes, and he into hers. Then his lips
touched hers, and he pulled away, unsure if she wanted it as much
as him. But as soon as it had finished, her hand was on the back of
his head, pulling him down for a real kiss. When he pulled away this
time, Tifa began to undress him, and he in return, did the same to
her. She started with his jacket, and worked her way down. And before
long they were both on the sand making love.
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Hi again.
I know, I know. It sucked, and I have to start letting people
stay dead. But they got to stop killing off all the best people.
Anyway, a few bases to hit, I dont know Rufus's past, and I dont
really care, I am writting a story, having fun. Yes, he still owns
the turks in this story. It seemed like a good idea. Um, i think that
is everything.
so in the next one (haha, it is not over yet)
Happiness, saddness, and the return of sepheroth.
Later
OK, this is the romance part of the story. It is nowhere near
as interesting, and it doesn't have a killer sex scene? It is kind of
a story mover. It moves the story along to the main point. And while
it is not at all as interesting as a good love scene, It is very
important.
Enjoy, kindof
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tifa awoke in a hospital room. She was surrounded by white
walls, and hospital equipment. The light was bright enough to cause
her to want to keep her eyes closed, and her head throbbed. The only
good thing she knew of at this moment was that someone was holding her
hand. She had not yet looked to see who, she just knew someone was
there, and they were there for her. This men't someone still cared,
and in the back of her head, she wished it was Cloud. She knew the one
holding her hand wasent him, for it was the hand of a women.
Tifa wanted so much to look into her eyes, and ask her why she
had saved her life. To ask her if she knew the torture that her life
had become, and she want to scream at her, and to call her obscene
names. Above all, she wanted to die, and to take her savior with her,
for it was her only, who was the reason, who was to blame, that she
was still alive. And death called to her, every second that she lay
there awake with her eyes closed, it called to her. Like a vampire to
his lover, so was death.
And then at some moments, Tifa did not want to know who it was
that had given her life back. Out of some fear that she may kill her
where she sat, Tifa kept her eyes closed, because of this. But even
the slightest touch from the girl, or the softness of her skin made
Tifa wonder. And it was out of this great wonder that caused Tifa to
open her eyes and look at her savior.
She sat is an uncomfortable looking, brown hospital chair,
reading her book. She had short blond hair, parted on the side of her
head. Her brown eyes moved along each page, and she wore a blue suit,
with a red tie. Tifa sighed in disbelief, a Turk had saved her.
"Elena," she hissed. Elena looked away from her book, 'Are you
awake?" She said with a smile. Tifa looked into her large brown
eyes, "No dipshit, I'm dead, I died in you're arms tonight, can you
pretend you're not blond for two minutes, and tell me why you saved
me," Tifa spat without care. Elena looked back to her book, letting
go of Tifa's hand, "no, I didn't,"
"I did," came a shrill voice from the door way. Before looking
at the figure Tifa spat out, "I didn't ask who I asked why." Tifa
turned her head to the door, "Oh shit." The figure in the door, also
blond, stud tall in a white trench coat, and pants. Tifa knew him
well, this was Rufus, Ex-president of shinra's son. Tifa gasped in
fear, the only thing missing from the profile was his large rifle. He
stud in the door way for only a moment, before walking to Tifa's side,
and taking her hand.
Tifa jerked her hand away, out of fear for the touch of another
gost. The last one landed her where she was now.
Elena raised quickly, "That is no way to treat him, he hasn't
left you're side, scence you got hear," she said meekly. A look of
disgust crossed Tifa's face, as she pulled away from Rufus's oncoming
hand. There was nothing anyone could do that would make her want to
hold his hand, concitering, he had been trying to kill her. "I'm
trying to change, why else would I save someone from the alleged
group, Avalanche," He explained to her, in regard to her earlier
question.
Tifa turned her head away, he was trying to change, what the
fuck was that. Was he full of shit or something? "Please," she said
in a whisper. Rufus cupped her face in his hand, and turned it to
look into her eyes, "You're right, I'm not changing, I was just
always particularly fond of you, pet." Tifa jerked her head out of
his hand, and looked away again. Rufus lay his hand on her shoulder,
"why are you so upset?"
Tifa gasped. Had he really just asked her why she was upset?
He should have already known.
"Doesn't anyone die anymore," Tifa hissed, "I have everything
almost back to normal, then Sepheroth appears, and I wake up in a
hospital. Then, you appear from beyond the mother fucken grave, and
act like you dident try to kill me." Tifa looked him in the eyes, "A
few times."
Rufus nodded, He understood her anger. "Then you may leave
when you are ready."
With that, Tifa raised up, and walked out of the room, with a
hospital nightgown. Rufus shuck his head as she walled back in and
demanded her clothing, and ten minutes later she was on her way to
sector seven.
It was snowing outside, as Tifa walked back into her
bar, with a case of Vodka. She struggled to keep it in her arms as
she walked to the counter. "May I help you with that," came a shrill
voice from behind her? Then Reno of the Turks carefully tuck the case
from her arms, and walked to the storage room. Tifa gasped, "What are,"
but she was so carelessly interrupted as she lost her balance and
fell into the arms of a large bald man with an unshaved face. "Are
you all right ma'am," he asked, his voice was deep, and almost
caring.
"Let go of me, rude," She hollered at this fellow member of
the Turks. She begin backing up, until she was agents her own counter.
At the door she could see Tseng, and at the pool table racking the
balls was Elena. Tifa had all four of the Turks in her bar, and did
not know how to get them out. With Tseng at the door she could not
make an escape. There was an escape panel in the underground chamber
beneath her floor, but she could not let them know that it was there.
The skinny red haired Turk Reno came out of the storage room,
"Evening miss, Is there anything else we can help you with?" Tifa
gasped once again. Not only were the Turks in her bar, they wanted
to help her. This couldn't be real, she had to be dreaming, so she
could take complete advantage of them, and not have to worry about
them hurting her. Tifa smiled, "Well, I have to do the floors,
counters, windows and bathrooms, but I feel so tired and week," she
said sweetly.
"Well, then," Tseng said, smiling, "Why don't you go home,
take a nap, and we'll get this." Tifa acted as if she had to think
about it then nodded, and walked out of the bar.
It had been a few days scence the Turks had cleaned Tifa's bar,
and it all seemed to be going back to normal, for the second time. The
days were slow, and she couldn't get anyone out at night. To her, this
was everything one could ask for. To just have a normal life, and to
understand it all, or to think that no danger was coming. Alas, she
could not ever say, that dident miss her old life with avalanche, But
this was a lot better then that.
This was so nice that Tifa did not notice the young blond
standing at her counter, holding a long thin box.
"Excuse me," Elena said softly. Tifa jumped in fright before
realizing there was nothing to fear. Elena laughed silently to
herself, as Tifa pulled herself to where she stud. Tifa looked at
her, wondering what she was doing there, "have you come to clean my
bar again," Tifa asked in amazement. Elena laughed out loud this
time, letting Tifa know that was NOT why she was there.
"You have a gift from Rufus," she said, laying the box down on
the counter. Tifa just stud there, unsure of what to do, until Elena
nodded. Then Tifa opened the box by undoing the single ribbon that
crossed over twice, and tied in a bow. She lifted the lid exposing a
bunch of 13 long stemmed roses, and a tiny card, with even tinier
writing. Tifa bent over to smell the roses, which were knoticibly
fresh. Then she reached for the card that read
"Tifa
With the understanding of how you feel,
I must do my best to change you're mind
Would you be so kind as to meet me, and give
me a chance to show you only love."
Tifa looked into Elena's large brown eyes, "This all wont stop,
" she started with haste, "unless I say yes?" Elena nodded, and Tifa
joined her.
Tifa met Rufus at the restaurant nep' lent. He asked
her normal date questions, and kept to small talk. Soon, well, as they
left the restaurant, Tifa knoticed all the talk had been about her,
and that she still knew nothing of him. He was a gentleman the hole
time, and she found herself wondering how this could be the same man
who believed that he would control people with fear.
Rufus opened her car door, and she crawed inside. She wondered,
was this really it, he just wanted to know some personnel stuff about
her. Then she realized they were not driving in the direction of home. In fact, They had just left midgar. Tifa tapped Rufus on the shoulder, "Where are we going?" She said with no trust. Rufus held up two fingers as to say he couldn't tell her. Then the car stopped.
Rufus got out, and once again opened her door. Tifa recognized
the place now, they were on a little beach, just a few miles out of
midgar. They walked along the beach silently, and uncomfortably,
until Tifa asked the question that had been on her mind scence the
restaurant.
"So, what about you," she asked. Rufus looked at her as if she
was out of her mind. "I mean, what was you're life like." Rufus
stopped, dead in his tracks, "Why do you ask." Tifa looked into his
deep blue eyes. "I never had a childhood," he said as he began to
walk, again. Tifa follow, very confused.
"While you were playing with dolls," he said, "I was learning
to handle my rifle. I was killing people at age ten, and discovered
how fun it was to be feared at age seven. My hole life I have been a
controlling figure. So now that everyone thinks I am dead, I think me
and my Turks shall just lay low. It seems better, because how can I
be better for the city, When I dident even cry over my fathers death,"
he explained.
Tifa wrapped her arm around his, "But you don't have to be that
way, you never had too." Rufus looked into her sad brown eyes, "I was
abused if I did not kill them, This was the only way I knew." Tifa's
eyes began to tear. Had the late president of shinra been that cruel
as to unleash herself onto his own son. She hated him. Yet Rufus was
now almost understandable to her. Even evil, did not have to be all
that evil.
Rufus stopped walking again, and cupped Tifa's face in his
hand. Tifa looked into his eyes, and he into hers. Then his lips
touched hers, and he pulled away, unsure if she wanted it as much
as him. But as soon as it had finished, her hand was on the back of
his head, pulling him down for a real kiss. When he pulled away this
time, Tifa began to undress him, and he in return, did the same to
her. She started with his jacket, and worked her way down. And before
long they were both on the sand making love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi again.
I know, I know. It sucked, and I have to start letting people
stay dead. But they got to stop killing off all the best people.
Anyway, a few bases to hit, I dont know Rufus's past, and I dont
really care, I am writting a story, having fun. Yes, he still owns
the turks in this story. It seemed like a good idea. Um, i think that
is everything.
so in the next one (haha, it is not over yet)
Happiness, saddness, and the return of sepheroth.
Later