Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Keep On Rockin' In Midgar ❯ And So It Begins ( Chapter 1 )

 

Keep On Rockin' In Midgar

 

By Kawaii and Junsui

 

Disclaimer: We do not own Final Fantasy or anything mentioned in this fic… if we did, we'd be rolling around in the money we got from it like a rich assholes we were.

 

Chapter 1:

And So It Begins

 

Cloud sat, staring out the window, as there was obviously nothing better to do; because if there was, Cloud would probably be running around town, killing random objects with his shiny blades of doom. Cloud was doing something very important. Something a man does when-

You are SICK. Get your mind out of the gutter.

When he's waiting for his girlfriend to come home from… the dreaded… the terrible…

SHOPPING.

Oh yes, Cloud hated shopping, almost as much as he hated Sephiroth, maybe even more. All those hours and hours of “Do we need this, Cloud?” and “I don't know Tifa, do you think we need a thigh master?” as well as “Cloud, does this make me look fat?” and “YUM.” Well, that wasn't so bad. But when she did try on something that didn't look too good… he didn't want to lie… and-

Cloud rubbed a sore spot on his head.

The blonde man wondered what Tifa would come home with today… maybe another chia pet… those were kinda fun. But nobody ever took care of them and they always died after about two weeks. Or maybe one of those as seen on TV things… that seemed really useful but never seemed to work properly after the third time you used them. Or some of those fun balloons that didn't pop when you poked them with a fork… or more random shit they didn't really need but Cloud enjoyed for all of two days anyway.

Suddenly, Cloud heard the front door open.

“Ch-ch-ch-chia!” He muttered to himself. He hoped Tifa got him a new chia pet. That would be nice.

“Tifa!” He cried happily as Tifa walked in, “Did you get me a tweet? Did you get me a tweet?”

“Um, you want a tic-tac?” Tifa held out a small box of tic-tacs to Cloud, who made a sad face.

“Aww… where'd you go, anyway?” He asked.

“Um, you know, just the drug store, here and there.” She shrugged. Cloud went to grab her bag.

“What didja get?” He asked.

“O_O Um- um, just, you know, girly stuff, makeup and… lipstick… tampons!” Tifa replied a little quicker that she should've.

“>_< Ewww…” Cloud let go of the bag, “Get something good next time, like a chia pet!”

“o.o Okay, yeah, whatever, Cloud. Um- see ya?” Tifa attempted to dash off, but cloud grabbed her wrist, `Shit.'

“Where ya goin'?” He asked in a singsong voice.

“O_o Um… bathroom?” Tifa shot him a big smile.

“Whyyyyyyy?”

“Um, to pee?”

“You don't sound very convinced, do you really have to go?”

“Well, er… I just went but I think I may have to go again!”
“Okies ^_^ I hate it when that happens.”

“o_O Riiiiiight… Um…. Bye?”

“^_^ Bye bye. Have a nice leak.”

“O_o Okay.”

Tifa dashed off at the speed of light, leaving Cloud to morn over the chia pet he could've had. Finally in the bathroom, she ripped out a small blue box. It's face and sides where a pearly white with pink loopy cursive writing. On the very cover was a stylized happy face. Well that's kinda gay. Tifa thought, carefully opening the box. She pulled out a small wrapped stick and peeled off the wrapper. After reading the directions on the box several times, she followed them and placed the stick in a small cup of urine.

And now I wait! Tifa sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the walls. We really need to re-wallpaper in here. She thought. I should have got some more shampoo, and some bath beads as well. I KNOW Cloud has been using mine! That dumb good-for nothing, stupid, heroic, drool-worthy, blonde! Hmmm… Tifa turned her attention back to the stick in the cup. How does that thing work, anyway? I don't know how pee could tell you if your- Tifa drew in a ragged breath as the stick started to beep.

“Wah!” she yelped, racing to stifle the noise.

“What wazzat?” Cloud yelled from the other room.

“Nuh-nothing! Just my watch!” Tifa yelled back.

“What you set the timer for?” But Tifa was no longer paying attention to Cloud, and had instead turned it towards the small stick in her hands. Oh, shit…

“Tifa?”

“…”

“Tifa?!”

“Y-ya?”

“Are you okay in there?”

“Ya, I'm fine. I'm great. Everything is wonderful!” Tifa gave a fake smile to no one in particular. Her words sounded corny even to her own ears.

“Okay… but that sure didn't sound like your watch.”

“It's… uh… running out of batteries!” Tifa replied, hunting for a quick answer.

“So why didn't you get more while you were out?” Cloud inquired, still oblivious.

“Because… uh…” Tifa found herself speechless to her dismay. “Because I needed to get waffles!”

“Huh?” Cloud scratched his head on the other side of the door. Waffles?! Tifa fumed at herself. I'm gonna have to tell him sooner or later. But… when? “Right.” Cloud nodded sarcastically. “Waffles…” Cloud could hear Tifa sigh through the door. The doorknob rattled, and the door swung open. Tifa stood before Cloud, hands clasped before her. She stared dolefully up into Cloud's azure eyes, biting her lip in uncertainty.

“Cloud…” Tifa stopped and swung her arms around his neck, bringing her body close to his.

“Uh?” Cloud uttered in brief shock. “Heeeey, Tifa!” he wiggled his eyebrows at his girlfriend hopefully. Tifa pulled her face from out of the crook of his neck, chocolate orbs staring back at him in exasperation. She snuggled into his chest, running a hand through his straw colored hair.

“Hold up, Spiky!” She muttered with a grin.

“Awwww.” Cloud pouted.

“'Cause take a look at THIS!” Tifa brandished the half-wrapped stick in front of Cloud's chest, just at his eye level. Even as Cloud read the block printed words on the stick, a small part of his mind registered that Tifa was uttering the same words he was reading. “Cloud. I'm pregnant!” Tifa smiled nervously at her boyfriend. Cloud blinked, looking up with a dazed expression at Tifa.

“I'm gonna be… a… DAD!” Cloud beamed as he scooped Tifa off the ground and swung her around. Tifa relaxed and embraced Cloud, kissing his neck.

“So… uh… does this mean we're getting married?” Tifa asked hopefully.

“Hell yes!” Cloud nodded, maintaining that dazed, sugar-high appearance. Tifa nodded and smiled.

“Hmmm.” She looked into Cloud's eyes playfully. “You know we have to tell the others, right?” Cloud paled.

“Oh, ya.” He agreed sullenly, making Tifa giggle.

“What's the matter?” Tifa asked, sitting next to where Cloud had plopped himself down on the sofa.

“Vincent's never gonna let this one go.” He whined.

“Huh?” Tifa cocked her head to the side.

“Well, you know that whole thing with Lucrecia, and Sephiroth possibly being his son? Well, I always gave him a hard time about having a love child and… well…” he trailed off.

Tifa snorted, “Ya, but we ARE getting married, so-“

“Ya, but the point is that you're pregnant before we're married.” Cloud pointed out.

“That's not hardly my fault.” Tifa smirked, poking Cloud in the chest playfully. “You just have been taking a while to propose!”

“Well- I- uh… I've been busy!” Cloud defended himself, blushing brightly.

“Ya, with me!” Tifa laughed.

“Ah-heh heh.” Suddenly, the phone rang, saving Cloud from more questions. Tifa jumped up to answer it, leaving Cloud alone on the sofa. Within a few short minutes, Tifa was back, a slightly disturbed look on her face.

“What is it, Tifa?”

“Well, there have been some reports that Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo are… back.”

“What?! That's Impossible! Kadaj died from the wounds I inflicted Sephiroth, and he died in my arms. As for the other two, they blew up in the explosion!”

“Well, at least Loz did.” Tifa agreed. “Apparently, Yazoo survived, and… well…” she trailed off, holding in laughter.

“And what?” Cloud pushed.

“And Reno dragged him of into the sunset and MARRIED him!” Tifa exploded.

“He WHAT?!” Cloud asked, eyes bugging out.

“You did know Reno was gay, right?” Tifa inquired.

“I thought it was just an act.” Cloud sat back dumbfounded.

“Oh, honestly Cloud!” Tifa cried in exasperation. “Anyways, apparently through some weird twist of fate, Kadaj and Loz are back from the dead.”

“So what do we plan to do about it?”

“Well, seeing as Sephiroth was only using Kadaj as a vessel, and you killed Sephiroth, I don't see Kadaj as much of a major threat anymore. But still, we can't exactly just let them wreak havoc in the streets.”

“Ya…” Cloud trailed off, looking out the window, the image blurring in his mind. Tall, metal buildings exploding, scraps of metal falling on the streets, spearing people, catching fire in the sunlight. Cars lying wreaked and piled up on the sides of the roads, street signs lying wily-nily about. Asphalt torn in several places, broken sidewalks. And death. Death everywhere. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, children. And in the middle of the city, the three silver haired men from hell - smiling, of course. Cloud gave an involuntary shudder.

“Uh, Cloud?” Tifa inquired, peering over at the towhead in concern.

“Wh-wha?” Cloud stammered, remnants of his vision still clinging to his mind.

“What are we gonna do about this?” Tifa bit her lip.

“I think this calls for desperate measures.” Cloud stated grimly. “I'm sorry, Tifa, but I must do this!” Tifa looked at her man curiously, as he stalked over to the phone and punched in a number.

“Yes, Jo? This is Cloud Strife. I need your assistance. How many? Three. How old? Well… they've only been around for three years, but they're - no I don't think they're three. I don't know. Yes. Thank you.” He hung up the phone and turned to Tifa sullenly. “It has been done.”

Tifa shivered. “You called… her?” she stammered. Cloud nodded.

“I'm sorry darling.” He said apologetically.

“So, they're gonna be kept here?” Cloud nodded again.

“I guess so.”

“For how long?”

“As long as it takes.”

 

“Hey Kadaj.” Yazoo began. “What do you think big brother will do, once he finds us?”

The silver haired, leather-clad men stood in the city's core, at the site were an old monument used to stand. One of the men, the one with mid-length hair, kicked at a metal sign with the words “Keep rockin' in Midgar,” inscribed in it. He looked up with a bored expression, and in a laughing sort of voice, “He'll probably try to kill us again. But we'll be ready.”

“How is it that you and Loz are… alive?” Yazoo inquired, setting himself down on a broken piece of stone, ignoring the questioning glances of passersby, whom had yet to forget them.

“Ya dumb kids!” a man yelled to their deaf ears. “You some group of Satanists or something? You think it's funny to pretend to be those creeps?!” Yazoo calmly flicked his hand outward, summoning several shadow raptors.

“What about you?” Kadaj retorted. “You're alive, aren't you?”

“Hm, yes. Well… I'd almost rather not be.” Yazoo shuddered.

“Well, whatever it is, Loz and I are back for some paradox like reason.”

“Paradox!” Loz began. “1: a tenet contrary to received opinion, 2 a: a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is perhaps true b: a self-contradictory statement that at first seems true c: an argument that apparently derives self-contradictory conclusions by valid deduction from acceptable premises, 3: one (as a person, situation, or action) having seemingly contradictory qualities or phases”

Yazoo and Kadaj stared at the usually slow man, agape. Kadaj slowly approached Loz, resting his wrist on the other man's forehead.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“What?” Loz looked around, confused. “I was just reading from my pocket dictionary!” he beamed.

“Your what?” Kadaj replied dryly.

“Oh… that.” Yazoo replied slowly.

“Oh that what?” Kadaj snapped. He hated not being in on things.

“I was sick of him asking me what every little word was, so I got him a pocket dictionary.” Yazoo replied nervously. Kadaj may be the youngest of the group, but he was the most skilled as well. Kadaj held the tiny book in his hands.

“Wait Kadaj!” Loz whined. “I need to look up `every', `pocket', and `dictionary'!”

“THIS is a dictionary, you moron!” Kadaj growled, throwing the miniature book at his `brother'.

Suddenly, a loud, commanding voice bellowed out, “That is NOT ac'ceptable!” The three silver haired men turned to stare at what would become their worst nightmare - well, with the exception of Loz, of course.

“Pick up your brother's book and give it back, right now or you have to sit in the naughty stool!” Snapped a British woman with brown hair pulled out of her face. Strict eyes gleamed with power behind oval-shaped glasses, and she was dressed in a cranberry-red business suit with a skirt, and holding a black umbrella.

Kadaj looked up hopefully to the woman, “The naughty stool?”
“Yes! The naughty stool! You will have to sit there for three minutes at a time, one for each year of age, until you apologize to your brother.” Commanded the woman sternly.

“Why the fuck should I?” Kadaj sneered, pointing Shouba to her throat, “I don't have to listen to any shit you give me, bitch.”

“THAT IS NOT AC'EPTABLE.”

Her booming voice shook the very souls in which their bodies were located. Causing the three to cower in fear as the super nanny, wielding a massive bazooka on her right arm towered over them.

“YOU WILL SAY `SORRY' AND GO SIT IN THE NAUGHTY STOOL FOR THREE MINUTES-”

She pointed the bazooka right at them.

“OR BURN IN HELL.”

._. “Yes… Miss Super Nanny, ma'am.” Kadaj whimpered, “I'm sorry, Loz… Where's the stool?”

“At the house. Of course.” Super nanny replied, composing herself to her normal form.

“What house?” Kadaj muttered, “We don't live in a house. Accept for Yazoo. But he lives in a dark, scary room.

“DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK THEREEEEEE!!!! YOUUU CAN'T MAKE MEEEEEE!!!!” Yazoo howled in despair.

“YELLING IS NOT AC'EPTABLE.”

“Meep.” Yazoo cowered in fear, “Yes Miss Super Nanny, Ma'am.”

“Now come along, let's get back to the house.” Super Nanny commanded as the three quietly followed her, quivering in fear.

 

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“Hey everyone! ^_^ The Great Ninja Yuffie's In The House ^_^V!”

“Yuffie, will you please remember to knock?” Cloud asked as Tifa slipped out from under him.

“Maybe you shouldn't be sucking face for all hours of the day!” Yuffie beamed as she went over to the TV to plug in her Play Station 2.

“What are you doing?” Tifa inquired, blinking slowly.

“I'm playing my new DDR: Materia Mix! ^_^V” Beamed Yuffie as she dragged a metal DDR pad out from behind the TV.

“Why is that thing at our house?” Cloud asked, his hand slowly slipping into Tifa's shirt.

“I put it here ^_____^” Yuffie grinned, a little too wide, as Tifa slapped Cloud's hand away.

“When?” Cloud asked slowly.

“A little earlier today… DADDY!” DUN DUN DUNNNNN! Yuffie pointed an accusing finger towards him.

“GAK!” Cloud and Tifa jumped as Yuffie paraded around the room, hopping and squealing like a little girl.

“HA HA! So you admit it?! Oh Vincent's goanna loooooove this one…” Yuffie smiled.

“NO!” Cloud and Tifa yelled in unison.

“No, what?” Yuffie grinned.

“You can't tell anyone!” Tifa shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.

“Especially not Vincent!” Cloud yelled.

“Oh, and why shouldn't I?” Yuffie grinned, turning on her PS2.

“Because… because... um… er…” Cloud grumbled.

“Because we'll let you stay here!” Tifa shouted.

“O_o WHAT?!” Cloud yelled, shocked as Yuffie began to look ecstatic.

“^_______________^ Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeealy, Tifa!? You'd reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeely let me stay here and help take care of the baby?!” Yuffie grinned.

“She didn't say anything about-“

“Yes!” Tifa nodded, “We'll let you stay here up until the baby is born and a couple weeks afterwards.”

“Wow!” Yuffie's eyes developed shiny sparkles, “I've always wanted a little niece or nephew. So when's the baby due?”

“We don't know! We just found out earlier today.” Cloud shrugged.

“So when's Tifa goanna get all fat and whiney?” Yuffie crossed the room and sat on Cloud's lap, “Because when that happens… you'll need a new mistress.”

A train of drool came from the side of Cloud's mouth.

“NO WAY!” Tifa cried, pushing Yuffie off of her boyfriend's lap, “If you think I'll let that happen, you can just go live in the gutter.”

“I was only joking.” Yuffie huffed, going to the DDR pad to pick out a song. She chose “One Winged Angel: Speed & Advent” before angrily stomping on the arrows, a pouty look on her face.

“Where did you get that thing from anyways?” Cloud asked, rubbing the red mark on his face, courtesy of Tifa.

“Places.” Yuffie huffed, pouncing on the left arrow.

“What kind of places? You didn't steal it, I hope?” Cloud persisted.

“Uh… damnit, Cloud! You made me screw up!” Yuffie growled at the screen. “Hup!” she exclaimed, jumping on the `accept' button as the song “Real Emotion; A.E.O.N. Mix” began to play. “So!” Yuffie panted. “What can I do to help you guys with the baby?”

“We need to prepare for the baby first!” Tifa said. “But not before Cloud and I get married, so I guess we have to plan for the wedding first.”

“Cloud proposed?!” Yuffie turned to face the couple in surprise.

“Well, erm, not-“ Cloud mumbled in embarrassment.

“HA! I knew it! Cloud's to chicken to propose! Heh heh!” The TV booed at Yuffie's turned back. “Damnit!” she screeched, starting the song over. “I can't wait to see what type of father you'll be!” Yuffie snorted.

“Tifa's pregnant?” said a deep, smooth voice from the corner of the room.

“Well of course she's- AH!” Cloud cut-off mid sentence. “Vincent! When did you get here?!” As Vincent stood up from his slouched position against the wall, his deep velvety red cloak fanned about him, and his golden arm glinted in the light of the lamp. For once, his crimson eyes held a touch of amusement, and it appeared he was suppressing a smile.

“A while back.” He replied. “Around `what can I do to help you guys with the baby'.”

“Wha-?!” Vincent chuckled at his friend's display of emotion. He approached Cloud, slowly backing him into a wall.

“Not married yet, hm?” he smirked. “Love child? Sound familiar? Hmmm?”

“No!” Cloud wailed. “Nononononono NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You weren't supposed to find out until AFTER the wedding!”

“Which would be when?” Vincent continued.

“Uh….”

“You're spiraling. You're life is going down a dark road and you can't turn back. Spiraling spiraling! You can never go back. You are gonna have a love child. Loooooove child. There's nothing you can-“ Vincent stopped his teasing for a minute. If he were in anime form, he would have sweat dropped. As his teasing went on Cloud backed himself farther and farther away, shaking his head in denial.

All until, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” And Cloud turned around and bashed head-on into the wall, knocking himself out.

“-do.” Vincent finished, blinking down at the stunned towhead.

“Vincent!” Tifa scolded. “You're fixing that!” she commanded, pointing at the large crater-like Cloud-shaped hole in the wall.

“Erm…” Vincent began, trying to escape the `Wrath of Tifa'.

“And you aren't getting out of it eith- YUFFIE!” Tifa cut of, turning sharply to the bouncy girl who was busy attempting to kill the TV.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I STINK???!!!” she yelled angrily.

“Yuffie-chan! No killing the TV!” Tifa scolded, trying to pry the girl from the abused screen. In the meanwhile, Vincent slowly sidestepped his way to the open window. Smirking, he `became one with his cloak' or some weird shit like that, and floated out the window. And then it came.

“Hey look, Kadaj! A floating red cape of magical doom!” a deep voice said. Then a loud `WHUP!' that sounded like the speaker just got hit upside the head.

“THAT IS NOT AC'EPTABLE!!!” a female voice yelled.

“They're here.” Tifa breathed as Yuffie disentangled herself from the TV.

“You don't mean…?” Yuffie whispered.

“Yes.” Tifa nodded. The door burst open only moments later. It just so happened that this was the time when Cloud chose to regain consciousness. From his position on the floor he could make out a REALLY bright light and three dark people standing in the doorway, another red figure behind them. He frowned.

“Why is the world… upside down?” he asked no one in particular.

“Why hello there-“ Kadaj grinned down wickedly at the unprotected form, withdrawing Shouba from it's sheath and pointing it in Cloud direction. “-Brother.” He said the last part with every bit of malice and disgust as he could muster, the finished product being a chillingly creepy threat.

“THAT IS NOT AC'EPTABLE!” the red clad woman screamed into the young man's ear.

“Holy shit, woman!” Kadaj yelled, rubbing his sore ear. “Tryin' to make me go deaf?!”

“NO YELLING! NO SWEARING! NO WEAPONS! NO THREATENING PEOPLE! NO TALKING BACK! You have one hour and 15 minutes to sit on the NAUGHTY STOOL!” the woman yelled.

“Hypocrite.” Yazoo muttered.

“THAT”S 45 MINUTES FOR YOU!” Super Nanny screamed, pointing at Yazoo, who tried to find a retort that wouldn't earn him more time. So he just decided a lethal glare was enough.

“AND AS FOR YOU!” she roared, turning on Loz.

“Meep!” he squeaked.

“You've been a good lil boy! Have a cookie!” she beamed.

“YAY! Cookie!” Loz cheered. “Thank you Ms. Jojo!” he grinned, sitting down where he stood and nibbling on the edge of the cookie.

“Heeey.” Kadaj said, staring at the dance pad and TV. “Wazzat?”

“This?” Yuffie asked, pointing at the DDR set. Kadaj nodded, not liking that she knew something he didn't, and having to ask about too. “This is Dance Dance Revolution: Materia MIX!” she said proudly.

“Materia?” Kadaj urged.

“No, that's just what it's called.”

“Oh.” Kadaj said, depressed. “What does it do?”

“It plays music, and you have to dance to it.” Yuffie responded.

“That's dumb.” Kadaj spat.

“It is not!” Yuffie retorted. Sniffing, she started another song - “1000 Words; Speed Re-mix” - and began to dance to the expert level song. She was very well aware of Kadaj's eyes on her back, and smiled to herself.

“That looks easy.” Kadaj rolled his eyes.

“Oh ya?” Yuffie challenged. “Then why don't you try?” she suggested, sweeping an arm out to the mat.

“Fine!” Kadaj spat back! “I will!”

“Go right ahead.” Yuffie leapt off the pad, conveniently leaving it on “Heavy” mode. Kadaj stepped on and hit the circle button to his upper left as a horribly fast song began to play and arrows raced up the screen.

“GAH!” Kadaj attempted to follow the arrows as he saw them appear, only to find that that made the sound FX on the screen boo even louder, “What do I do? What do I do?” He asked nobody in particular as he flailed his arms around like a fish out of water. All the while Yuffie was rolling around the floor in hysterics and Cloud was confused as ever.

WHAM! Two metal gates shut in front of the TV screen with `FAILED' written upon them in big, block, red letters.

“An E?!” Kadaj screamed as the TV chorused, “There is always, a tomorrow!”

“How the f-“ He glanced at super nanny, who was giving him the evol eye, “How in the world did I get an E?”

“I don't know… maybe because… you SUCK! You suck! You sucky sucky suck!” Yuffie sang, dancing around the room in pirouettes.

“Shut UP!” Kadaj screamed, pulling at his silver tresses.

“NOT-“

“AC'EPTABLE! WHATEVER!” Kadaj whined in defeat, “I'll be on the naughty stool.”

“HA HA HA! ONCE AGAIN, THE GREAT NINJA YUFFIE- PREVAILS!” Yuffie declared triumphantly.

“We're ho-ome!” Denzel yelled, marching into the room, tossing his red backpack on the couch.

“As if it wasn't already bad enough.” Tifa sighed.

“Hi Tifa! Hi Cloud! Hi Yuffie! Hi lady-I-don't know! Hi scary man that scares me! Hi other scary man that scares me! Hi Aunt Yazoo!” Marlene said, happiness shining in her eyes as she clasped a pink, plastic “My Little Pony” backpack to her front.

“Hi!” Loz smiled, waving back.

“Hi scary man! Do you want to do homework?” Marlene grinned, plopping down next to him.

“I don't have any homework.” Loz shook his head.

“You can watch me do mine, then!” Beamed the younger girl, “Today we have to color this picture; but we have to find out what number to color by doing these multiplication problems.”

“Sounds fun! Do you think I could help color?” Loz inquired, leaning foreword to look at the picture of two giraffes.

“Sure! You can color the brown parts!” Marlene nodded happily.

“WOW! Is that a real sword?!” Denzel raced across the room to Kadaj, who was holding his Shouba protectively to his chest.

“Yes, but you can't see it.” Kadaj huffed, still in a bad mood.

“SHARE YOUR TOYS.”

“Here ya go.” Kadaj all but threw the sword at Denzel.

“Wait! Wait! WAIT!” Tifa cried, waving around her arms, “Denzel! Put down the sword! Marlene, get away from Loz! Cloud- UGH! Just STOP!” Cloud pulled his hands away from Tifa's chest.

“What's up with her?” Kadaj grumbled.

“I am SICK and TIRED of all this- this SHIT, OKAY? Tifa screamed, “Just- UGH! Marlene and Denzel, go to your room!”

“Aww…” The two moaned, heading upstairs.

“Yuffie, GET THE HELL OUT. You can't blackmail up anymore!” Tifa pointed at Yuffie.

“Fine, then! I'll just have to embarrass you!” Yuffie snorted, “CLOUD KNOCKED UP TIFA!!!!” She belted out of the house, screaming it as she ran through the streets.

Tifa's eye twitched as she turned to Super Nanny, “And YOU. GET OUT.

NOW.”

Super Nanny “Meep”ed and ran out.

Kadaj then said, “I shall worship you.” And began to bow at Tifa's feet.

“AS FOR YOU…”

 

End Chapter 1

Next Time, On “Keep On Rockin' In Midgar”…

 

Tifa: Cloud, we need to start cleaning out the house!

Cloud: Nightmares of doom plague me…

Vincent: I feel like a hypocrite.

 

Yuffie: Love will do strange things to you…