[fic] 30_nights: Downpour
Prompt: 1 - You were never mine to begin with
Title: Downpour
Fandom: Final Fanstasy VII
Characters: Rufus Shinra, Tifa Lockhart
Rating: G
Summary: Wherein reality slaps so painfully.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all of its characters belong to Square-Enix.
Notes: This fic is actually connected to Memories in the Rain. Yep~♥ I was going to make it an arc [well, Luminescence is already the arc] but I got too lazy and whatnot. I'll continue it, if I get inspired enough. For now... yeah.
Downpour
It was raining that evening as well, did you remember? It was our first meeting in years.
The skies were dark that night, the moon hidden behind a veil of rain clouds. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Who wouldn’t be? You, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, jumped out of the darkness that I had almost thought I had killed you. You, who was surrounded by that ephemeral mist, that soft glow as you stood under the pouring rain. You, whom I had thought was a mere hazy figure in my memory, a sharp slap from the past. You had stood before me that evening, vulnerable and fragile, breakable upon touch.
I remember feeling pissed off all a sudden. Because you simply stood there, wordless, like a lifeless impassive doll, despite the fact that we were both getting drenched in the rain. I too was scolding myself for doing such a stupid and reckless thing. For me to bathe under the rain, all for one female, it was unheard of. I would’ve left you right there. I really would have. But the look on your face, the glint in your eyes stopped me. And so, I decided to run a charity and hold out a hand to you, offered my home, one you had surprisingly accepted.
I took you home like a child adopting a kitten of sorts. Unlike those kittens though, you were rather talkative, inquisitive. You kept asking me one question, one word. Just one.
‘Why’.
I myself had no answer either. Because of my helplessness in question-and-answer, I decided to throw back the question at you.
‘Why’.
Even without asking, I already knew that it was Cloud Strife. You still were in love with him, weren’t you? I did not know if it was one-sided or reciprocated. I did not want to ask. I just knew that it was him, unrequited love or not. You were always far too easily affected when it would come to him. But I didn’t care at that time, your life, your love story.
I offered you a place to stay, clothes to wear, food to eat, time to think. And in return, you cooked breakfast and offered me your story, answered all my questions. You were always trusting, even from before. You really were, even up until now. And I fell for it, stupid me. I really did.
Wasn’t that the reason why I stood beside you that moment, on the street across Seventh Heaven, under the pouring rain? Even Tseng refused to understand why I did it.
“Go.”
You looked at me with an apprehensive expression, hesitation evident in your sanguine eyes. A soft sigh left your lips and you looked away. “I can’t.”
I found it stupid, your words. You told me you couldn’t and yet we were standing there like idiots. “Just go.”
“Rufus-”
“Would you like me to drag you over there instead?” You shook your head in response and I sighed an exasperated sigh, my voice lowering to a whisper. “What are you so afraid of, Tifa Lockhart? Cloud Strife?”
“I-”
“Just go.” I shoved you forward and you stumbled across the street, surprised by the action. I merely raised my hand in the air, a gesture of a wave. “Go. Because I know you want to.”
You had stopped in your tracks and turned to me, a swirl of emotions in your eyes. I turned away and started down the street, towards the direction of my car; I did not want to see them, that parting look in your eyes. I did not want to hear them, your words of farewell.
It was goodbye, it seemed.
“And don’t jump in front of my car again. Find someone else.”
Just goodbye.
Title: Downpour
Fandom: Final Fanstasy VII
Characters: Rufus Shinra, Tifa Lockhart
Rating: G
Summary: Wherein reality slaps so painfully.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all of its characters belong to Square-Enix.
Notes: This fic is actually connected to Memories in the Rain. Yep~♥ I was going to make it an arc [well, Luminescence is already the arc] but I got too lazy and whatnot. I'll continue it, if I get inspired enough. For now... yeah.
Downpour
It was raining that evening as well, did you remember? It was our first meeting in years.
The skies were dark that night, the moon hidden behind a veil of rain clouds. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Who wouldn’t be? You, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, jumped out of the darkness that I had almost thought I had killed you. You, who was surrounded by that ephemeral mist, that soft glow as you stood under the pouring rain. You, whom I had thought was a mere hazy figure in my memory, a sharp slap from the past. You had stood before me that evening, vulnerable and fragile, breakable upon touch.
I remember feeling pissed off all a sudden. Because you simply stood there, wordless, like a lifeless impassive doll, despite the fact that we were both getting drenched in the rain. I too was scolding myself for doing such a stupid and reckless thing. For me to bathe under the rain, all for one female, it was unheard of. I would’ve left you right there. I really would have. But the look on your face, the glint in your eyes stopped me. And so, I decided to run a charity and hold out a hand to you, offered my home, one you had surprisingly accepted.
I took you home like a child adopting a kitten of sorts. Unlike those kittens though, you were rather talkative, inquisitive. You kept asking me one question, one word. Just one.
‘Why’.
I myself had no answer either. Because of my helplessness in question-and-answer, I decided to throw back the question at you.
‘Why’.
Even without asking, I already knew that it was Cloud Strife. You still were in love with him, weren’t you? I did not know if it was one-sided or reciprocated. I did not want to ask. I just knew that it was him, unrequited love or not. You were always far too easily affected when it would come to him. But I didn’t care at that time, your life, your love story.
I offered you a place to stay, clothes to wear, food to eat, time to think. And in return, you cooked breakfast and offered me your story, answered all my questions. You were always trusting, even from before. You really were, even up until now. And I fell for it, stupid me. I really did.
Wasn’t that the reason why I stood beside you that moment, on the street across Seventh Heaven, under the pouring rain? Even Tseng refused to understand why I did it.
“Go.”
You looked at me with an apprehensive expression, hesitation evident in your sanguine eyes. A soft sigh left your lips and you looked away. “I can’t.”
I found it stupid, your words. You told me you couldn’t and yet we were standing there like idiots. “Just go.”
“Rufus-”
“Would you like me to drag you over there instead?” You shook your head in response and I sighed an exasperated sigh, my voice lowering to a whisper. “What are you so afraid of, Tifa Lockhart? Cloud Strife?”
“I-”
“Just go.” I shoved you forward and you stumbled across the street, surprised by the action. I merely raised my hand in the air, a gesture of a wave. “Go. Because I know you want to.”
You had stopped in your tracks and turned to me, a swirl of emotions in your eyes. I turned away and started down the street, towards the direction of my car; I did not want to see them, that parting look in your eyes. I did not want to hear them, your words of farewell.
It was goodbye, it seemed.
“And don’t jump in front of my car again. Find someone else.”
Just goodbye.