examinations, competitions and fanfiction ... The are, as usual this month, in term examinations. I've made two and I'm still missing two other ...
Tserith The competition is having its end. I know it has been for weeks that I say it, but who could foresee that some professor for "personal reasons" he would advance
not follow the academic rules that forbade advance or postpone examinations within the period established between the first and second week of October? Obviously informed at the last minute ...
I've also lost a genius, because a professor had put on 16 with the appeal that the written examination was 24 but the delivery of the dissertation on 17 ...
Obviously there was no consideration, as it happens.
back in the virtual world - that in these situations is the one I prefer - I attended a fanfiction contest and won. : D It was about Final Fantasy VII, just focused on the couple Zack / Tifa. I could not try the two I like and I have a deep love for couples unusual, as you well know ...
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Title: Croco
Characters: Zack Fair , Tifa Lockheart, Aeris Gainsborough, Cloud Strife
Pairing: Zack / Tifa (main)
Rating: yellow
Genre: romantic, melancholy, comedy
Link: EFP Summary: the story of four love stories around a flower.
Notes: Fack ranked first contest held by Taiga Aisaka
Out of nowhere, I'll find between the fingers. E 'thin, delicate, with fine stem.
"And that flower?" He asks curiously.
'E' anemone that I bought from a florist with a nice button to attack her, "says the friend, and smiles, that smile long and curved corners of the mouth of senior Zack Fair.
Cloud rolls his eyes and sighs, with that a little 'stove and a little' fun. "One day you will be sued for sexual harassment ..."
Zack does not listen, his eyes focused on the receipt that parchment is torn in so many tiny pieces. It has no worries about the future and does not mind the consequences, has small scraps of paper on the bar on which you are leaning his elbows and thinks only have to hit the damn trash can near the entrance. After three shots succeeds in, cheers for a moment and then immediately returns to dwell on this, leaving behind just after the past, like all his other past abandoned over time, lost in oblivion.
"We're going to make us a ride," offers.
"I can not, I'm busy."
Zack looks sideways at him, then smiles. "You're hiding something," asserted amused.
"What do you want to hide?" Cloud answered with platitudes. We trust all the innermost fears, deepest secrets, but basically even between two childhood friends as they may exist something that has never been told.
That something is the other friend, her childhood friend who does not know. Cloud is in another bar, now, less famous than the previous, smaller, a little more 'resigned. Log in pushing the door of the rusty door and behind the counter. And 'his ecstasy, his weakness, the reason why sometimes Zack finds him dazed and distracted. Tifa greets him with a warm smile, as always, and as always Cloud returns him, weakly, with embarrassment.
"What's up with the locals?" He asks after sitting on a stool.
"missing a few days now at the official, but I still need a few chairs, a table and a name for the bar."
Cloud nods, then orders a drink. Peeps his fingers ends, tapered, encasing the wet cloth that goes on the counter. Think, while shaking the glass of gin and tonic, there's nothing better than drinking his favorite cocktail while watching your hands. That you will be incomparable to any other. Always.
Although it always had before his eyes, he realizes his presence late, why he was composing a bouquet of flowers for two clients. He raises his hand and cheeky smiles.
"Zack, right?" Does she smiled with a barely mentioned, and throws the soil into an empty vessel.
"I think we know each other enough that we can exchange cell phone numbers," he decrees with ease.
"You're insistent. E 'already the tenth time I come here. "
" It's not my fault. You're the nearest florist and I just died the third mom. "
" Stop joking, "she addressed him while he laughs, a soft rice, velvety, very feminine.
"Why do not you ever tell me your name? Aeris is a nice name, "he said seriously, his voice softened. She looks surprised.
"How do you know?"
"She told me the ghost of my third mom." Aeris
laughs heartily, with spontaneity, and this is what he likes most of all else.
"I heard from your colleague and you bear the vessels, when I was a hidden spy on you," she says Zack. "I do not think that much effort should at least reward with a date? "question, and put that expression on his face from lost puppy, a boy, unlucky and clumsy, clumsy though in reality it never was.
"And so we arranged to meet tomorrow in front of the monument in the main square."
Cloud nods and rotates the index on the rim of his glass of bourbon.
"What flower do you have trimmed this time?" Asks hilarious air.
"His name is crocus," says Zack, drawing from his pocket yet another flower.
"It 's very beautiful, "Cloud sincerely believes after carefully observed, passing the stem end with your fingers, purple petals which fade to white. It 'a flower that has just been born, which has yet to blossom end.
"If you want to do it," said Zack doing shrugs. "All the flowers that I brought home have dried up now, I'm not going to see another die."
Call bartender with an exaggerated shrug of his hand, shouting his name loudly. Tony, Bob, Jim Murray, called him in many ways, a bit 'because it never remembers his name, a bit' because he likes to combine different to its bartender ruined face of nicotine and alcohol, presenting the most abused of the action movie business - just to laugh, because Zack can all be a laugh. Meanwhile, Cloud team thoughtfully cross between your fingers and forget his bourbon. Until the ice melts to water down at all.
soon as he heard the door creak, Tifa looked up mechanically. "Hey," he says, laying two crates of beer bottles on a table. He raised his sleeves, pants comfortable, a high ponytail. He wipes his brow moist with sweat and come back at him smiling. He comes over and hands her the flower.
"It 's a crocus," Cloud says, "e. .. is for you. "Tifa
notes incredulos the flower, then the boy.
"I'm not a rich person, nor famous, but I hope this makes you understand that I ..." and the words break so, sucked into the throat, trapped by fear. At last look, with hesitation, and sees her smile, embarrassed, red, happy. "I've always loved it," he adds.
Tifa reaches out to take the flower and the other touches the fingers intertwined with hers, gently. Their lips in a kiss so they hatch, indulgent, as if both were the first.
Tifa gives the local name of their flower. For customers, the Crocus is a bar a little 'curious, a bit' hidden, small, cheap, colorful, with purple tapestries attached to windows. "It 'was inaugurated a few days, the bar is my girl," she says down the road.
Zack looks at him amazed and rolled his eyes. "I do not know."
The light turns green, but it takes a while ', he pushed the accelerator machine. "Me You've really made the blonde! "
not remember who had been the idea, but that night about three months later, they meet all four together for the first time. The long tail of Aeris floats in the air, gently while attached to the arm of Zack says, "is a really nice room. The crocus is one of my favorite flowers. "
and 'put there on the high shelf in a glass of water that Tifa changes every day and every day poses on the window sill in the sunlight. He takes care of as something precious, something that when you die can never be reborn.
"Thank you," he says awkwardly.
Cloud is in a corner of the room with Zack, talk about bikes, racing and displacements.
While walking, Zack holds it vehemently and affection, makes a joke that has to do with chickens, chicken coops and a poster hanging on the wall nearby. Aeris smiles and kisses, kisses that hot night of passion. Behind their backs, a few steps, Cloud and Tifa go hand to hand and watch them staring and curious. They think, "We have already said everything in these years, they still have to be able to say everything. "
That evening is a weekend, there's more customers than usual, Tifa is behind the counter who is uncorking a bottle of beer. Your eye on them all three sitting at a table away. Zack has a way of gesturing violent and excessive, but Cloud is always still and calm, speaks only with his mouth, barely with eyes, a bit 'with expressions. Aeris keeps his head with his hands under his chin, looks like a curious child who listens to two adults.
"But it looks like Cloud laughs, you feel up to here," Tifa thinks with envy pouring the rum to the man already a bit 'tipsy sitting on the stool in front, who quaff with devour.
"I see from your eyes, girl, you're Scazzi a mess! Life is just a nuisance, right? "Exclaims an unsteady voice.
"At least you can drink," Tifa replied with a rueful smile.
Chat with a weak voice, yet so loud for that unnatural silence of the night in the alleys of the Cross. The drunkard said before, how many people are increasingly coming to his bar, as will probably be always so and it will be harder to be alone. Does not hear him answer, so she turns to him.
"What's wrong?" He asks, taking his hand to retrieve it. Cloud will be charged and smiled almost imperceptibly.
"No, Tifa, I'm just a bit 'tired,' replied with assurance. "Tomorrow I will go."
But the next day, between the sheets fulfilled, he is still the case. E 'sitting on the edge of the bed, has his elbows on his legs and hands that keep head lolling forward. He thinks you are asleep, but instead is awake to look back with regret the curvature. It looks like the run-down of who is holding back a weight greater than oneself.
That silent anger explodes suddenly. "I had planned this trip for a long time in China, remember?" Says the anxious voice while folding clothes and puts them in the bag.
"But just at the last minute ... could you tell me first! "Tifa picks it up from the corridor outside the room.
"Excuse me," sa just say it. She sighs and frowns.
'E' for two weeks you do so, "she recalls," you are more cold and you have a problem that I do not want to talk ... "
" There is nothing that is not goes, "interrupted the Cloud.
"You're a liar."
He thins his eyes, as if to hold back a tear, or perhaps anger.
"Think what you want," murmured the last, before crossing the threshold of the door. "I'll be back soon."
Tifa looks out the window of the building and sees him walking on the sidewalk. "Cloud!" He shouts, and again: "Cloud! Cloud! "
But he does not turn around even once.
Sign in with vehemence, slamming the door of the door. At the bar we all turn and look for a moment, then return on their glasses and their talks. He did not notice anything, just sits at the counter.
"Brenda" Brenda
, calls it. Tifa turns around and sees him stunned, holding his wallet open, the coins already laid on the table. "Whisky, thanks."
"Hello, Steve," calls it the default, simply.
"My name is Zack."
"And I'm Tifa," she says with irony, filling his glass of whiskey.
He chuckles softly. "I remember another bartender, a certain ... Oh God, I do not remember ... We have never become great friends. But the two of us know, fortunately, so when I am drunk and decides to vent with you I'll be less pathetic Trincone of those who speak at the first opportunity of his life to remember that not even a bartender. "
swallowed his glass and immediately ordered another. Tifa upset the corner of the lips and uncorks another bottle. "I already have for me, problems, and I do enough," he relates.
'E' this is the condemnation of the bartenders, "he goes on to say emphatically," but know that I have come not to break balls on purpose, hoping to break-Cloud. "
Another glass is already finished, it is already leaning forward for another filled. "By the way, where's the blond?" He asks.
"Did he say anything?" Tifa surprise demand. Zack looks dazed.
"What?"
"It 's going to take a vacation abroad."
But he, the fourth glass, has already stopped listening.
did not speak, not even once. Examines the reflection of your face on the bitter liquid amber color of whiskey with the hope to understand themselves better, to find answers to his own questions. Now he drinks and he can not help but empathize with that empty glass. She stares at him for a while ', this time without intent, only to distraction, not having to think.
The sign of Croco dazzles with flashes like a dying firefly, before turning off. Tifa closed the door and down the gate defaced murals. Zack is a few steps further than barcolloni forward with his hand leaning against a wall to stand, then stumbles on a step near a doorway. The girl quickly grabs her arm, holding firmly to balance it. He stares and smiles drunk.
"Now you deserve just a tip, the bartender," he says, pulling out his wallet from his pocket.
"I'm going to call you a taxi," informs the seriousness with Tifa, leaving him to the wall.
"Hey ... no, I walk ... I a trip as they did the once nomadic, destitute, without a goal ... "
She does not hear him, is already there at the side of the road to talk to a taxi driver had just arrived. "Where do you live?" Asks then turned to Zack.
"Pennsylvania Avenue, 1600, Washington. I live in the White House, "replied with a mischievous smile. Blackberry steals his wallet from his hands and pulls out an identity card to read his address.
"Lollard Street, 32. I'll walk you home, I will not find yourself in the morning after sleeping on the street naked, or even worse in the crime of some newspapers. "
"For a lot of apprehension towards me, I'll give you twice the tip," reveals Zack honored with a nest egg of notes between your fingers do not count. Tifa takes the money without too much hesitation and looks imperious.
"from the tip to the taxi driver."
"Welcome to the Fair Palace, built in 1342, the date confirmed by the presence of a rudimentary Byzantine fresco representing the portrait of the famous Queen Dalamberta of Cornwall, here in its most humble guise, "Zack joked indicating a stylized nude woman painted on the wall building. Tifa ignores him and begins to climb the stairs holding his arm, careful not to drop it. When she reached the front door, pulls the keys from his pocket and tried to insert a couple into the lock.
"And before his eyes is the first door of paradise," stated Zack and bombastic voice unsteady. "It is said that was guarded by San Pietro, but unfortunately, it immediately lost the keys, and then God rebuilt elsewhere a new door of paradise. Peter was a bit like a 'distracted and lose things easily, it is for this reason that in his deck, there is always more than one key, " adds solemnly and feel the creaking rusty hinges.
In the dark, Tifa turns on the light and feeling his way along the narrow corridor, flanked by the boy again.
"Why not talk to me? Do you think that is a heretic? "He asks bitterly. "I am not a heretic, I can only tell the truth dangerous, and that is why I came directly to the attention of a secret clerical organization established to assassinate people like me, who know too much. Can not imagine how much fear of the nuns armed with sharp crucified, and that scar on his face proves it! "
" Stop to be funny, "she warns Tifa with a sigh as she does lay on the bed.
"And here in front of her is the bed that bears witness to the existence of the Holy Grail, as told in the apocryphal gospels is that Jesus and Mary Magdalene went there for ..." The brunette gives
a slight pinch on the arm that makes him shut up immediately. "I just saved from an assault of nuns," she says with irony.
Zack laughs and acts without thinking. When Tifa is found lying with his nose pressed over the groove of his neck, wrapped in an embrace bully, and perceives the skin her breath hot and heavy, struggles now and throws a punch in the face.
Soon after, Zack hears the door shut with a thud and cheek that throbs with pain. In a moment of lucidity can also curse, before sinking into a long and dreamless sleep.
That evening, oddly, is hesitant as they crossed the threshold of the Cross. You start with small steps silent, mingling among the people. Tifa, from behind the counter as soon as thine eye can not even make an effort to smile.
"I wanted to apologize for last night ..." he hastens to say, Zack.
She does not answer, he looks at his hands drying with a cloth wrinkled. So he is approaching, sitting on a stool.
"When I drink I do not have a lot more control, especially in the presence of females ..." he says hesitantly. "Sometimes even the confused. One night I helped a girl crossing the street, while a little old lady I asked her name, and if he gave me his mobile number. "
Tifa let out a slight chuckle, entertain, and he raised, smiling weakly returns and grateful.
"You are the woman of my best friend, we do not ever try with you. But you know, the worst crap coming out drunk, Tifa. "
The brunette finally gets his eyes and serene smiles. "At least remember my name."
He tells her that evening has squandered a lot of notes without realizing that he had a headache the next morning was amazing and found a sock in a hand. "I'm not drunk anymore," a solemn promise.
Tifa looked at him puzzled and intrigued. "Why would you get drunk?"
"To dispose of a little 'sad, like all Trincone. It does so, no? "
"I work here for months, but I've never even seen a drunk out by Croco happier than when he entered."
'It is true, "Zack admitted by sliding your finger on the edge of the shelf counter. She confesses everything. "Aeris has left me."
In this time of year, the lawn of the garden of Aeris is always full of dandelions. Zack likes to touch the petals, giving the strange tingling sensation and inconsistency, as when washes her hair brown, long and silky. Aeris But that afternoon, not responding to his caresses.
"What?" Asked worried.
"Sorry," she says now, "what I'm gonna tell you you will not like."
He explains that it is confused, that does not know how she feels, she needs to get away from him for a bit 'and that tomorrow has already booked a flight, maybe when he comes back it has made clear throughout.
"It seems as if you want me to leave," he manages to say after a few silent seconds.
"I do not want to ruin any friendship ..."
"If this is bothering you so much, I assure you that we will never stop being friends, whatever happens, so do not get to hasty conclusions and do reckless things just because you're afraid of that."
She nods disagreement with the head and lowers his eyes, hiding eyes bright beneath long bangs. "It 's late," he says. He takes the bag from the ground and walks away. The lipstick closed evil falls from his pocket and rolls up on the lawn at his feet. It 'an eyesore in the midst of so much green.
"I've never felt so sad a girl in my life, "he tells her firmly grasping a glass vacuum left by the man who was sitting nearby. "Aeris is different, I believe that you have been true love."
Tifa takes the glass from the hands to rinse it, mechanically, while the attention and the eyes are turned to him.
"That evening I phoned. It was more calm and I spoke with clarity and I in my turn, I was able to listen better than a few hours before. He repeated the same things that afternoon. I'm not disappointed and I have not had to do anything, it was the right thing. M'illudo Maybe, but I hope that on his return everything back to normal. "
"Sorry."
Zack smiles and shrugs. "Maybe China's sane."
A Tifa the glass slips from his hands. The dark gets up to help her, but she already crouched, shaking his hand stops him.
"It does not matter, only three pieces," assures him picking up the pieces, put them down on a piece of paper, one above the other. If a heart breaks in practice, she thinks, here, would be so.
was not difficult to understand, after all. Cloud, Aeris, the same behavior, the same trip, the same goal. Tifa actually makes it into account in the night, having tossed the empty beer bottles in a chest of junk. He collapses like a crouching nearby homeless shivering and crying no longer hold.
Nobody feels it, so, apart from a curious cat who looks at a few yards away with variegated irises.
He never dwelled on the environment, has always cast his eyes in the glasses. But now that he does not drink, now you do not need, he looks over the shoulders of Tifa and your eye on the flower immediately.
"That's the cross that gave the name to the bar? "she asks.
"Yes," Tifa replied.
"The last flower I bought from a crocus was Aeris. And 'the symbol of youth and exuberance, telling me that it perfectly with my personality, so I gave him up. "He smiles for a second, sweetened, nostalgic. "The cross represents the love and passion from the time of the ancient Greeks, who used them in the bridal chamber. Aeris told me the day before our meeting ... "
" If you is such a beautiful memory, I'll give you the crocus, "said Tifa with simplicity.
"How?" Zack asks astonished.
"I am treating it more like once, I have little time, and could dry up at any moment."
one side so the other Tifa if they want to leave, a little ' because it is right and a little 'to forget. Takes the glass from a shelf high on tiptoes and puts it on the counter. At Zack's mind all the precious memories resurface. "Thanks," murmured thoughtfully. "I'ma take what I want to prove to her and let her return to the stucco when she sees me at the airport with the cross in his hand, "says returning optimistic and exhibiting her smile once, long and curved, the corners of the mouth high.
Tifa, sometimes, is so moved by his courage and safety. She is fearless as he hides in itself and cries, we would envy. But sometimes the test is also a strong shame.
"At the very least, there to support me Cloud. It 's a chance that there are friends, there's always a comfort to all, "Zack says with a smile.
And here, that shame, that emerges from the bowels of Tifa and get to touch her throat, dry up.
"When the blonde returns?" Asked Zack concerned.
"Soon," she answered without answering.
becomes a habit begun without them even noticing. Zack goes to find the Cross all weekend, some Thursdays and some Tuesday, Tifa is waiting in front of his favorite stool, next to the painting by Degas hung near the window, the glass of cherry ready he ordered ever, just for a sweet taste, to caress the palate, with no intention of getting drunk.
"Entry This bar is the gate of heaven, "he says with a compliment, a bit 'sought. To the detriment of the reaction he expected, Tifa began to laugh out loud.
"What did I say?" He asks confused.
"I have remembered the night that I went with you at home, you said a lot of nonsense on a door at the entrance of the paradise of your apartment," he says with amusement.
"I do not remember anything of what I said but I can imagine the crap that I shot ..." he admits a bit 'embarrassed.
"I had never seen a drunk driving museum improvise so well as you."
"As they say, there's always a first time for everything!"
"This is good."
He frowns and looks confused. "Why?"
"It 's a bit complicated ... I think we forget about a bad situation and do not need to mull over all over again, and to get to what really must do something never done before. "
" It 's a periodaccio for you, eh? "
"Yeah."
"Maybe this method is also more functional than the talk about their problems ... "reflects Zack concentrate with his hand on his chin and his forehead wrinkled. "Go to walk home after closing the bar?"
"Yes, I live nearby. Will be yes and no five-minute walk. "
He smiles a mysterious smile, a bit 'different. "It 'still not enough."
is waiting outside the Cross. Her hands in the pockets of a leather jacket, the legs a bit 'apart, your back straight. She sees him as the curtain of vapor that comes out of a warehouse nearby, under the dim lighting of a lamp shabby.
"I'll walk you home, and could you tell me the first thing that comes to mind that you have never done," he says.
"Anything?"
"Sure. You can do everything, Lockheart. You can always do more. "
" I have never killed a person. "
Zack rolls his eyes and made a little grimace. "Ok, let's say that you can do everything except kill."
The girl giggles and looks down with doing the thinking. "I never sang."
"I never sang?" He asked shocked.
"I mean, in karaoke with friends or at home, yes, but never on the street."
"Mh. Be ', either. "
He snaps his fingers to the beat and a melody softly moans. She followed him to the wheel, immediately recognize the chorus of Radio Ga Ga . They sing, Zack wears a microphone to his mouth invisible by imitating the movements of Freddy Mercury and Tifa clapping in time, as in the song.
"It 's one in the morning passed, the people at this hour asleep!" He shouts after a few minutes a man looking out a window.
"E because she does not sleep? "Zack asks slyly.
"Because some idiot woke me up cazzatine pop singing their hearts out!"
"If the show did you like the point of having to wake up and look out the window, can contribute to this beautiful young lady and me jumping some coin, "Zack is smiling and adamant attitude with provocative as ever.
"I'll give you some bullet if you do not finish, you moron!" Yells the man driving out a gun and pointing it at her.
The boy jumps, takes her friend's hand and runs off onto a street at random. After several minutes of frantic race to stop the sidewalk of a busy main street is still a point of salvation full of people and light, and are based on a parked car.
"It 's the first time that a psychopath, I point a gun on him," Zack told her wearily. "You think that happened to him are all, but ..."
"We update the list of taboos and say that you can do everything except kill and singing Radio Ga Ga at night ..." Tifa whispered his breath heavy.
Zack laughs, reflecting on the fact that it is the first time evidence that in doing so much pain, but he likes it. It hurts because he has shortness of breath and unable to breathe, think, or perhaps because he was more accustomed for so long.
'Tell the first day of the week that comes to mind. "
Tifa looks up and makes a slight grimace with his mouth. "Wednesday."
"Have you thought about Wednesday because it is your day off, right?" He says with alleged.
"No, I thought to Wednesday because I like the word Wednesday."
Zack smiles as if to say you made me . "I am free on Tuesdays and Thursdays. What is the day most suitable for you? "
" Suitable for what? "
" To test our experiment, to try something never done before to start fresh and forget the problems, " he explains. "For you it sounds better 'Tuesday is the day of the experiment' or 'Thursday is the day of the experiment'?"
"sounds better when I'm free, ie only on Thursdays. "Zack
nods excitedly. "Sounds a lot better, I think so too."
The day of the experiment meet near the station, the city center. In light of the sun they realize that this is the first time they meet in the afternoon, and this is a bit 'weird. Running in the streets, stopping then to a store that sells items from the carnival. Zack gets a fake mustache and keeps them with her fingers under his nose.
"They're really good," jokes Tifa. He rises from his mustache off and their supporters on the Prolabo workplaces.
"They're better than you."
Shortly after Tifa leaves the shop with a mustache wearing already, flanked by Zack is holding a bright red lipstick.
"Today is the day of the experiment in which we put in the shoes of the opposite sex to have a more open view of the world," he says earnestly.
"You're putting bad lipstick," she informs Tifa fun taking him with her chin with one hand and wiping the red smear in the mouth with the other.
"How difficult it is to be women ..." he mutters with a sigh intentionally cumbersome.
"It 's hard to be male. I do not know how to make a mustache, every time I speak I enter a synthetic fur in his mouth. "
" And what about the men who are looking at me, then? "He angrily states, with the voice of goose. "They have a minimum of decency, staring at me as if I were an alien. It 's always so when a male reveals physical interest against women? "
" I do not know, people looking at me more now than before. "
Zack sighed again. "We are born with the wrong sex. I would be very famous actress, beautiful, in spite of everything good, but you'd be a millionaire any artist is always full of models posing for you for free, of course, nude. "
" the face "said Tifa.
"Look at that woman, do not you leverage your eyes off me!" Refers to Zack with a walk, read by pulling elbows on the arm. The friend frowns and becomes serious, this time for real.
"Uhm ... I do not think that's a woman, not totally. And I think that instead is watching you. "
Zack astounded, rolls his eyes and I can only say an uncertain and whispered:" Oh. "
"It's not so strange to eat in a restaurant," she insists.
"Yes, but I had never eaten in this restaurant," he states.
"However, it is not something you can define completely new ..."
discussions of these on the second day of the experiment, while sitting at a table in a restaurant where Zack chose to enter only for the presence of a giant painting of a donkey on the sign of questionable taste.
The waiter arrives to give the bill and Tifa, reading so many zeros, opens his eyes.
"This is a joke," says fearful and show your receipt to Zack. He whistles loud, with eloquence.
"You have enough money behind it?" He asks.
"Yes, and you?"
The boy nods, then, soon after, extending along very well and that smile curved the corners of the mouth high, the question: "Have you ever ordered something in a restaurant late in realizing did not have his wallet? "
the negative response of the girl, the consequence is alone. Zack calls the waiter and apologized in a polite and mock frightened, reported that both do not have a portfolio because they were convinced that offered the other. The waiter continued to smile, albeit this time in an uncertain, and advised that he spoke of what the head chef. What comes after less than a minute still holding the dirty spoon of soup, the strangely identical to that of the donkey appearance of the sign.
"Do you think you make me, boys?" Yells angrily, knocking the spoon on the table, by turning all the guests. "Do not pass easily! I'll call the police! "
" Please, we'll do anything to repair the damage, "he assures Tifa softly, smiling frightened and sorry. The cook
silences, raises an eyebrow and makes a strange verse pursed lips as much like a bray.
spend three hours and are still there in that restaurant's kitchen area to wash piles of dirty dishes.
"It 's a classic film," Zack said while taking the soapy dishes that go Tifa.
"It's better to be arrested," she decrees just before hearing a plate crashing to the floor. He turns to his friend and found it with empty hands in the air and icy expression. I feel a whisper through clenched teeth ache withheld shit.
"You made the classic even more classic," says the friend with irony as he gathers with the fragments. "Fortunately, the chef has not seen." Zack spits
another shit, this time more painfully. "I cut my finger," said raising the index bleeding.
Tifa's mother looks at a bit 'worried and a bit' as if to say you are always the usual .
"It's nothing," he reassures her, then chuckles. "Of course now we're just skimming clichés. Now it would take a pretty girl I kissed his finger and puts me on a patch with little hearts. "
" This cliché exists? "
" Dear Lockheart, do not know the harmony! The sweet girl appears behind my back under a bright, white light and I will declare his love with a sweet voice! "
" No trinkets, work! "Screams the chief cook at a distance, returning to focus on accounts of money in cash.
"It was not much of a sweet voice ..." whispered Zack disappointed.
"If any consolation, I have some patches of Winnie the Pooh at home," jokes Tifa.
"And a beautiful blonde sitting on the bed waiting for me?"
The brunette pulls the soap on him and smiles. "Change cliché, yours is too sophisticated."
lost count of the days spent together, the experiments, this Thursday. Rains hard, the sky is leaden, Righetto by many water blades sharp. She looks over a lamppost closed window of the car in traffic stops and says nothing.
"You're weird, are you okay?" Asks Zack leaving and entering the steering wheel and handbrake.
"I am a bit 'tired, rain always makes me such an effect."
"And for the rest, in general, how are you?"
Tifa turns to look a little' surprise. "Well," he says, taken aback.
"If you have a problem you can tell me about it. I do not want you to trust me with strength, even if I did it with you ... now that I think a bit 'too many times ... It often seems that the world revolves around me, but I'm not the only carrot or Donald Duck on Earth. "
smiles to his own statement, but when he turns to her again takes his mind away. Is a few months before, always near a lamppost in the rain in front of a kiosk sandwiches. Tifa sees him now, clearly, with blond tufts wet, slightly pencolanti and stuck to the front, while putting a song unknown to the stereo and plays with his hand never leaves, except when to change gear. Remembers him as saying that there is a lot of traffic and did not care, because they remain more time with her. Tifa sporting a smile and bittersweet emotion, his lips to the taste of tea that had been mixed with those of his little spice first, then tells her he has never been so happy in his life and feels that it never will.
"I assume that we will skip our day of the experiment," said Zack back to reality. "The machines do not move and it's raining cats and dogs. We could make a few new things in these conditions, for example, singing in the rain, just like that movie ... that classic which is entitled ... ... entitled "
" Singing in the Rain, "Tifa replied softly.
"Yeah, that's strange," he laughs, and turns. Petrifies when is entertained with tears, already down, and there is no time for her bittersweet, tears and bitter and barely salty.
Tifa leans forward, wiping his eyes, the Zack puts his hand on his shoulder and carries her into a gentle embrace. With voice cracking in the folds of his shirt, Tifa tells him, sometimes unexpectedly touched: "It 's the first time that I cry on the shoulder of someone."
That Thursday evening she finds the courage to face Cloud. He calls to the phone and he says the second attempt.
"I know everything you and Aeris, "the report Tifa unstressed. In the prolonged silence of the other, she continues: "When Zack told me that Aeris was going to China I understood everything."
no longer pass through the receiver noise. Tifa Cloud bites his lip and left the head forward, rubbing his forehead.
"Zack knows?" He asks.
"No, it's just me tell you."
"Nothing happened to her, Tifa ..."
"But you've followed and that says it all. Why do not you leave me? "He
sospira. “Volevo farlo di persona, non via telefono...”
“Non ce n'è più bisogno, ti lascio io, adesso.”
Non si sente risposta, di nuovo. Nel silenzio l'aria diventa troppo gravosa, sembra irrespirabile per entrambi.
“Torno tra qualche giorno, mentre Aeris vuole rimanere in Cina ancora per qualche settimana,” le fa sapere.
“D'accordo, ma per un po' non voglio vederti,” gli dice Tifa con freddezza, ma è calcolata, è solo ostentata, e il tremolio sulle labbra che lui non può vedere lo dimostra.
“Mi Sorry, "only he can tell.
The click of the telephone handset is not given as an answer. To this end, there is never answered.
He would never want that to happen, but it happens, is unexpected in the same way that manages to be immediately and fully with her himself. A Cloud this never happens, it takes a while 'to open up to others, and almost never at all. With Aeris was different, looks like a woman and also a girl, fascinated him and challenges him to leave out the sides of the same character that Cloud thought he did not possess. Love
confused and dazed. It 's like to Tifa, but in a different way.
"I'm going to pee," Zack said the two rising from his chair. There are left alone at the table of Croco away from the bench, but do not realize they are so immersed in interesting talks. Aeris, who likes to play with things is at hand, takes a handkerchief from the container on the table and makes an origami-shaped hat. Puts it in his head, makes a funny face and laughed, saying that surely will sound silly. "No," says Cloud, seriously, bewitched, "you're always beautiful."
not even know him how he could say, however you understand that it was a joke or a compliment due, and something changes, upsets them both. Aeris
jumps suddenly feeling the touch of someone on their shoulders.
"Hey, quiet, and I washed my hands," Zack joked. She smiles for a moment, then do not utter a word throughout the evening.
From then on they are afraid to talk. You do not say anything, but watching from afar, and here the feeling hot because it makes way more eyes, coming to mind, inspiring the imagination. Perhaps it becomes even dirtier.
airport if he suddenly finds himself before holding the bag shut properly. It has the heavy breathing, his jacket open and clothes a bit 'resigned.
"What are you doing here, Cloud?" Asks Aeris disorientated.
"I come with you," he says simply.
"I left in order not to ruin the friendship between you and Zack."
"I just want near you, is fine with me as a friend."
"I do not want to be unjust ..."
"I stay away it hurts."
The approaches, caresses his cheek and gently laying her head on his shoulder. "I do not want?"
She holds his breath and represses a response while encircling the torso with arms slender.
"China is full of flowers."
Cloud enters the Cross with hesitation. Tifa looks over the counter, then my friend shot back. As soon as you feel called, Zack turns already happy, having immediately recognized the voice.
"Blondie, you're back!" He shouts enthusiastically, before getting up from his stool and hug him. Cloud returns slightly, brushing his back with fingertips.
"I must tell you something," he relates. Zack goes off to him for potergli see his face, finding it without a smile, without a minimum joy mentioned. E 'dull, surrendered, with a touch of bitterness in his eyes.
"I just returned from China," she says Cloud. The startled dark becoming serious, seriousness accompanied by a foreboding. "I went to be with Aeris."
Zack petrified remains, a smile stretching a bit 'forced, unnatural.
"What do you say,
...?" Cloud" I'm in love with her. "
The Moor's throws a punch in the face, making him tumble to the ground. All turn to look at the two terrified. Tifa called them several times loudly and worried, but both did not listen.
"Get up," Zack's intimate, but the bio remains on the ground without moving from the unnatural position in which it was found to drop. "You put your eyes on my girl, you should be ashamed," it takes the dark with a strange calm before launching a kick in the stomach.
"Zack, stop it!" Tifa yells, grabbing his arm to try to move it.
"Come on, Cloud, Beat me, I'm waiting!" Provokes Zack hands outstretched, waiting for a reaction, a response, but do not get anything. So she throws another kick, this time on the face. "Why do not you hit me?" Continues to repeat Zack, Cloud suffers but remains silent, collecting the hits like a punching bag, even after the blood begins to uscirgli lips and nose, trying not to try shooting pain that runs through the chest.
The police arrived shortly thereafter. One of them rescues Cloud, Zack and the other two being nailed to the wall.
"Be calm the boiling staying overnight in a cool," Zack hears from behind while being handcuffed.
"Hello, Tifa," Zack greeted her feebly from behind bars, in the twilight of a night is not over yet, sitting on a cot with his back against the wall. "It 's the first time I've been arrested, and today it is not even on the day of the experiment," he adds ironically, trying to draw from affirming an amused smile, but it is only artificial, a bit' lame.
She bows her head sadly. "I went to the police station to explain what happened. Tomorrow you will get out, "he softly informs.
"Thanks," Zack murmured, then asked a bit 'hesitant: "How is Cloud?"
' A little better. "
The dark raised smiles.
"Why did you hit so hard? It did not seem a fit of anger ... "
" I wanted it to him to beat me. "
Tifa approaches confused by surrounding him with one hand and a cool bar worn. "Why?"
"Because I deserve it."
"Do not blame yourself too much," gently encourages him Tifa, "Cloud is yours friend and will forgive your gesture, as you know forgive him. "
A Zack runs a laugh and ridiculously fun and Tifa frowns, a little 'resentful.
"Cloud is not that I must forgive, but myself. After all, are not so different from him, since I myself have fallen in love with the girl of my best friend ... "Tifa
stops the breath in the throat and eyes widen in amazement.
" Yeah, surprise "he half-hearted jokes, spreading his arms. "Know that it is a surprise for me, is the first time I declare in a cell, but I guess for you is the first time you receive a statement from a prisoner ... "
It 's always been good, he, to play down in the most expensive, but for the first time is in trouble because he can not pluck fun. He looks at his hands, just to do something, but he raised his head in the direction of Tifa, the darkness of the corridor they would see only the outline. Do not see it helps to be more clear, more distant, less scared.
"I stopped even thinking about Aeris being with you ..." hesitantly confesses, "not Thursday for those absurd experiments or for that crazy psychopath that I had pointed the gun, but only because I knew those days I saw you ... "
The cop opens the door to leave and Tifa makes placing his hand behind his back. She comes out and all the words of comfort, sorrow or apology that he intended to say to Zack, crossed each other in the mind so confusing, not being uttered.
The truth is that even she knows what to say.
you think that you should not be seen for a while ', then for a while' becomes a long time without even noticing. So spend two months and Cloud, Tifa and Zack them set off in their streets without ever crossing.
intersect on a Wednesday in early April. Tifa wakes up knock on the door, opens it and with great surprise if he is in front of the uncertain waves without looking at her, smiling with his lips long, not curved, the corners of his mouth a little 'heavy.
"It 's up to you Cloud? I do not know where to look, I called several times but does not respond, and at home there, "he says now.
"No. .." she says quietly, still a bit 'surprised. Zack nods, looks down and begins to contract to hold a crying face.
"What?" Asks worried Tifa laying a hand on his shoulder. Zack starts to cry and she instinctively embraces him to comfort him.
"Aeris ..." murmured the sobbing, "Aeris is dead."
At the funeral there are a lot of people. Aeris had always been loved by many and Tifa, from far away and far between, he sees the two guys who have done so in a totally opposite, in the most pure and sweet guilty silence. Zack tries to contain himself, but his eyes are bloodshot and glossy. Cloud, however, looks like a child who is not ashamed to cry after he got hurt, betrays his pain complaints with almost shouted as he leans forward and hides his eyes. Zack watches him from afar, and soon goes away quickly from the crowd. Tifa follows him and finds him hiding behind a tree.
"Ah ... Tifa ... "he mumbles when he sees her, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. "You saw it, right ...?" he asks, his voice trembling. "Cloud has always been closed and a little impulsive, and now he is crying more than me is weeping over the people of the funeral put together! He really loved her, and I have only treated badly e. .. I have not heard ... "
This time it is he who, by his own will throw at her. Tifa enclosing it between the legs to support it, sinking his head into the crook of her neck and feels that her shirt knows the cry of that distant afternoon drive in the rain, still smells of soap bubbles that she had jumped on him, smells of confidence, joy and that expectation of the parties at the Cross with a glass of cherry already on the table, made of indefinite anxiety, frightening and reassuring. The Phat Girlz, even so, in that situation is quite unthinkable, and she puts on tiptoe to kiss him in a whisper. Zack stares dazed for a moment, then he kissed her, this time with more vehemence, and hold. Her cheeks are wet of her tears, her breathing still irregular breathing, and continue to kiss, even after the coffin is deposited in the ground, even after the priest says Mass and the ash turns to ashes and dust turn to dust.
On Saturday evening, two days after he entered the Croco making its way through the crowd is so full of people. Now occupies the usual stool in the corner the painting by Degas, near the window.
"So what? Where's my cherry? "Zack asked in a natural smile. Tifa, a little 'surprised him, he'll just pay a bit' in the glass. She watched him drink it, slowly, as he had learned to do a little 'to fully enjoy the aroma of sweet cherry. Can not speak, but would like to say many things.
"Today I made peace with Cloud," Zack suddenly informs. "Soon I shall be out with him. He does not want to come in here, think you have it with him again, but I told him many times that it is not. "
Tifa smiles serene. "Tell him to come to Croco tomorrow and tell him that I was the one to invite, and if not seriously begin to resent him."
"Yes, ma'am!" Zack is at attention. "I sense a little more 'cherry?"
"You do not want to get drunk to celebrate?" Application Tifa suspicious. Zack chuckles.
"This is the day that will put everything in the clear."
She laughs and pours the cherry in the glass. "It seems that you have to kill someone ..." He turns to lay the
bottle on the shelf, and when once again he's gone. E 'was only the glass is still full, a flower in it and a few coins on the counter. Tifa raised her glass and finds a confused note folded in four, takes it and opens it.
bet it's the first time that someone gives you a cross in a glass of cherry.
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