Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ It's you that I adore ❯ Games ( Chapter 2 )

Authors Note: Just because I'm on the biggest kick of ff7 right now, I couldn't help but add another chapter to this story. I'd also like to thank the helpful reviewers who encouraged me to write more :)

 

Hipathya: Hahah, yes! Aeris is very much dead ::grin:: **gives you Vincent plushy**

 

Fukki-chan: Mother of Christ!! I love poky!! Of course I'll continue for you ;)

 

Leah: Thanka' thanka' ::cheers::

 

Chapter II

Games

 

The sun poured its bright rays of light down upon the lifeless looking woman dressed to kill. Even on her worst of days, Tifa still looked absolutely gorgeous in her customary outfit of a short skirt, white top and skin-tight suspender's. Her long dark hair brushed calmly in the breeze while she apathetically continued to put one foot in front of the other.

 

She wanted to break down into tears, wanted to scream at the one who abandoned her; to shout as loudly as she could just how much she still loved him. But what use would that be? He was miles away by now, miles away to even hear the woman's cry of heartache. Knowing Cloud though, even if he had heard the noises, it was more than doubtful he would have done anything to soothe them.

 

Finally, reaching just before mid-afternoon, Tifa had approached her objective. The woman stared emotionlessly at her sparring partner as he came into clearer view, nodding in acknowledgement. They stood across from each other in the deserted grassy field for quite some time with no exchange of words. This wasn't unusual though- they both were never big on that sort of thing. Each in fact, preferred the silence, using the time between them to merely train.

 

Suddenly, laying his trusty rifle down carefully, Vincent made the first physical attack. Catching her off guard, he managed a swift kick to her side.

 

Promptly coming back to her senses, Tifa quickly returned the assault with an equally aggressive punch at her opponent's jaw line.

 

The two continued in there violent exchange of blows until Vincent snatched hold of Tifa's arm harshly so that each fighter was nearly inches away from the other's face. This new perspective gave the dark clocked man the ability to notice her ruby-colored eyes were glazed over; filled with a sorrow that he too could relate with. Rejection.

 

Yes rejection, Vincent had known that word all to well.

 

With her hand still caught in the tight grasp, Tifa knew she could feel his concern pouring out from his stare. The air soon became haunting- almost as if they were two strangers.

 

She didn't know what to say to the man.

And the man didn't know what to say to her.

 

Not able to take the uneasily silence between them any longer though, teardrops overflowed like rain down Tifa's face.

 

Unknowing what to do, he impulsively pulled the women into a steadfast hug while the worry across Vincent's features deepened. He had never been quite good at expressing emotion; not good at all. Offering comfort was also something that the man's common sense lacked in.

 

Inside and out, Tifa wracked with sobs and weeps of hopelessness. Her thoughts were only filled with questions of why. Why didn't he love her? Why did he love Aeris? Why did he leave her? Why? Why? Still, she remained contained in the solid hold of Vincent Valentine's arms.

 

Standing stiff he tried to sooth her cries with gently rubbing her back in a circular pattern. She had stopped weeping now, but her head was still buried deep in his cape.

 

“Time can heal,” he said impassively.

 

She immediately looked up and glared daggers. Tifa would have never disagreed with him more.

 

Furious, she retreated from the hug and opened her mouth in protest. “That's not true!” She shouted, causing Vincent to step back up a little. “I will forever hate myself for what little fling of passion Cloud and I shared; and how much of a fool I've been to ever have feelings for him in the first place!”

 

The poor demon was way beyond confused now. He just shook his head, thinking it better to not say anymore to anger the fuming female in front of him. After watching her pace back and fourth for the 10th time Tifa sighed, throwing up her arms over her head and slouched onto the grass. Joining her in a sitting position, Vincent crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

 

“Vincent… I'm-I'm…sorry,” she replied hesitantly.

 

He continued not to say anything and just nodded in agreement.

 

“I know how long you travel here once a month to spar with me and that the last thing you'd want to deal with is some human's petty emotional breakdown.”

 

“It's no trouble; we all have our own problems.”

 

Tifa looked off into the direction of the sunset; seemed like they had been training for longer than expected with night just about to fall over them.

 

“There's always tomorrow,” she half-smiled. “Your always welcome in my house.”

 

Standing up, Vincent extended a hand to Tifa's “I have nowhere to be,” he said as she took hold of his grasp and was immediately pulled up. “Besides… It's not like you would be much of a challenge with your poor eyesight in the dark.”

 

Tifa's face turned red with a mix or rage and embarrassment. “You have to the count of three before I kick your sorry arrogant ass right back to Nibelheim. I'd start running, demon” she laughed.

 

Smirking, Vincent persisted with trying to edge her on for a second time “The challenge is always half the fun anyway.”

 

“One, two, three!” And not with a second to spare, Tifa had already darted in the path to which her antagonist ran.

 

Chasing not far behind the man in black, the two headed in the direction of the young woman's house; each a little more uplifted in the company of one another and the childish game they had just recently created.

 

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