Premonitions II-A: The Long Week of Hell

BY : Hippo_and_Friends_with_Benefits
Category: Final Fantasy VII > General
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Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any characters therin. I am making no money off of this work.

Premonitions II: Crisis Core

Chapter 12: A Date

Wednesday, January 31, 0008

Three Days Until the Wedding

6:00 p.m.

Barret walked into the North Corel inn to find Jessie laying on her side, crunched in a ball. His lit-up cell phone revealed that she was not crying, but her eyes were red. Nearby was a notepad with the number forty-two written on it. There were also previous numbers crossed off.

"You've been in the fetal position all day?" Barret inquired.

"Maybe," she groaned without looking at him.

"What's the forty-two mean?" he asked her.

"That's the number of days I've outlived my original death date," Jessie replied.

Barret quietly sat down next to her feet on the bed.

"I died in the original timeline, too, y'know," he pointed out.

"I know," Jessie said. "Nine years from now. Not to mention Bestla can't kill you anymore. She was so not nice she had to die twice."

"The timeline can't fight back perfectly," he said. "All the people in Junon...they can't come back."

Jessie was silent for a moment.

"I can't force your mind to think more positive," Barret began.

"No shit," Jessie sighed.

Barret then took a look at the sad Jessie.

"I have an idea," he said.

Jessie then made eye contact with him.

"An idea?" she asked. "What kind of idea?"

"You'll see tomorrow," he replied. "But in the meantime, are you sure you wouldn't rather stay on my couch?"

Jessie was again silent.

"You'll be somewhere lit, and within feet of people who care 'bout you," he added.

"I suppose," Jessie agreed. "Alright, you win."

And she stood up.


7:00 p.m.

Cloud, Tifa, Tseng, and Elena had all just finished their dinner at the diner in Nibelheim.

"Thanks for inviting us out, you guys," Tifa said in gratitude.

"Don't mention it," Tseng replied. "I figured we should have a formal double date...away from Costa del Luna."

"Yeah," Cloud said sheepishly. "Sorry about that."

Elena blushed and put her hands to her face.

"I can't believe you guys saw my boobs!"

"Well," Cloud began, but then he ended; his elbow bumped his drinking water, causing the glass to spill onto Tifa's lap.

"Cloud, that water is freezing!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry!" Cloud apologized as he frantically pulled napkins from the dispenser

"That's not funny!" Tifa protested as she dried herself. "It's spilled on my pants!"

"What's the big deal?" asked Elena. "In seventy-two hours, you won't be wearing any anyway!"

Tifa blushed slightly as she continued to dry her jeans off.

Elena's face suddenly became serious.

"Actually, there is something we want to talk to you two about," she began.

"What's that?" asked Cloud.

"We think we have a honeymoon spot for you guys," Tseng announced.

"Really?" Tifa asked as she finished drying. "Tell me."

"It's a private island," Elena replied. "Off the southern coast. It's privately owned, but you can pay a fee to go there. It has a cabin and everything."

"A helicopter shuttles you there," added Tseng, "and you to spend a week on the island. Just the two of you."

Tifa smiled.

"I'd like that," she said.

"But that's not even the best part," Elena continued. "You can spend you're whole time there naked."

Tifa began to blush.

"You can go naked there?!" she exclaimed.

"We did," Elena replied, slightly blushing. "We were in the buff the entire time, even when we were watching Meteor fall, and when the Lifestream emerged. I just thought, 'hell, we were born naked, so why not die in the same state?' But I'll tell you; feeling his skin against mine made everything feel easier."

Tseng shoved her leg with his own; it was too much information.

"Sorry," Elena apologized. "But you should do it. I mean, you've waited twenty years to see each other naked. Why not spend a week together without a strip of clothing on and make the most of it?"

Tseng nudged her again.

Meanwhile, Cloud and Tifa briefly looked at each other. The both nodded and turned back to the other couple.

"Actually, I kind of like that idea," Tifa said with a smile. Then her smile faded.

"But?" asked Elena, knowing that something was on Tifa's mind.

"I ordered a crop top that reads "Wifey" on it," Tifa replied. "It just arrived today. I was going to wear it for the honeymoon."

And then, she felt her cell phone buzz.  She checked it, and groaned inside.  It was not someone she had wanted to hear from.

"I have to go to the bathroom real quick," Tifa announced.  

She then turned, and went into the ladies' room. She then opened the window and climbed out.  Now in an alley, she quickly ran in the direction of her destination.  She ran across the town square and entered the building where the texter  was.  She quickly climbed up the stairs and fast-walked down the hallway.  She came to the door at the end, and knocked on it.

"Good evening," greeted the Continental Governor as she answered the door.

"You rang?" Tifa asked.

"I saw your little trip to the Translator's fun house on TV," Bismarck began.

"I forgot they broadcast that," Tifa said.

"This is your last warning," Bismarck continued.  "People are going to come after you, and I don't know if I'll be able to protect you."

"I have to take that chance after coming this far," Tifa insisted.  "You called me here for this?"

"That," the Continental Governor replied, "and I need to set up a time to go over the final details of your wedding.  Is Friday morning good for you?"

"It's good for me," Tifa replied.  "May I go now?  I 'm on a double date."

Bismarck sighed.

"Yeah, go ahead," she reluctantly agreed.  "I'll see you Friday.  If you survive long enough."

Tifa nodded and fast-walked out of the building.  She then ran across the town square and back to the diner.

"Sorry," she apologized as she sat back down.  "There was a line."

"No worries," Elena assured her.  "I just go in the men's room when that happens.  So where were we?"

"I ordered a crop top for the honeymoon," Tifa replied.  "But if it's a nude island...."

"You can always go cartoon animal style," Elena suggested.

"Cartoon animal style?" asked the perplexed Tifa.

"Shirt, no pants," Elena clarified.

"Oh," said Tifa.

"A lot of people on Costa del Luna were doing it," Elena pointed out. "It protects them from the sun and it catches sweat."

At that moment, the waiter appeared, prompting the four of them to end the somewhat steamy conversation.

"Excuse me, Miss Lockheart?" he asked.


"Your credit card has been declined," he replied.

"I know I paid it," she sighed as she pulled another one from her wallet. "Try this one."

The waiter went and tried it, but ended up with the same results. Tifa gave him a third one, but that one failed as well.

"Why are all my credit cards going bad?" she asked rhetorically.

"Don't worry," Cloud assured her. "I've got cash."

Tifa smiled, but her mind was still troubled.

It's a message from Karnak, she thought. It means "stop."


8:00 p.m.

Tseng and Elena entered their house. Elena stood in the foyer as Tseng silently shut the door.

"I did it again, didn't I?" Elena asked sheepishly.

"What?" asked Tseng.

"Ran my mouth too much," she clarified.

"Not really," he assured her. "That's what we invited them out to tell them."

Elena nodded.

"It must be a pain in the ass to search for your dad and plan a wedding in the same week."

"Agreed," Tseng said. "Listen, I have a couple of things to check. I'll be upstairs in a few minutes."

Elena mounted the stairs to the bedroom, pondering how the week was going.

I'm really glad it worked out this way, she thought. I was always hoping to become friends with them.

She then realized something else.

Tifa's never had a girl for a friend. I'm happy to be her first. Maybe I can even be...her best friend. After Cloud, that is.

She reached the top of the stairs and entered the bedroom.

And Tseng and I, she wondered. I wonder what's going to become of us? Maybe we could get married someday, she thought. Just maybe.

Stripping to her underwear, Elena sat down on the bed, awaiting Tseng's return.


9:00 p.m.

Tifa sat at her laptop, clicking in frustration.

"The internet's down," she muttered. "And my phone."

"My phone still works," Cloud pointed out as he checked his own.

It did not take her all that long to realize what was going on.

"He's getting to me, then," Tifa sighed.

"Who?" he asked.

"Karnak. Now Tobin can't text me back," she groaned in frustration.

Cloud placed his arm around his fiancée.

"We could always go see him in person," he suggested.

Tifa squeezed his hand.

"I don't know where he lives now," she replied.

"Doesn't your Uncle Albert still have that farm outside of Gongaga?" he asked.

"He does," she replied. "But I don't think he lives there anymore. Tobin's two years older than me."

"I'm sure Uncle Albert knows," Cloud suggested. "I mean, he's his father. What've we got to lose by asking him?"

Tifa nodded.

"Okay, it's decided," she said. "We'll see my Uncle Albert tomorrow morning. He'll lead us to Tobin, and, with a little luck, he'll lead us to the Island Gulag."

She then stood up, turned around, and pulled Cloud up with her.

"So, Cloud," she began. "What do you think of Elena's idea?"

"You mean the private island?" he asked.

Tifa nodded.

"I like it," he replied. "It's practically the only place on the planet that we haven't been to already."

She smiled at him.

"We don't have to be naked the whole time," he added.

"Actually," Tifa said, "I'd kind of like that."

Cloud's eyes widened. He knew she would want to have sex on their wedding night, but to be naked for a whole week...

"Surprised?" Tifa asked with a smile. "Elena was right, Cloud. We've waited twenty years for this. I want to make the most of it. I want us to be butt naked together the whole time."

Cloud was silent. This didn't seem a lot like Tifa, who wouldn't even change her clothes in front of another woman.

"And," she continued as she took his hand, "I want to feel your skin against mine. Do you know how good of a feeling that's going to be?"

Cloud nodded.

"It's a private island, Cloud," she reminded him. "Nobody's going to see us."

He nodded again.

"Are you uncomfortable?" she asked. "Trust me, I'm a little nervous, too."

Cloud shook his head.

"I still just can't believe it," he said. "In three more days, we'll see each other naked for the first time."

Tifa smiled.

"We know everything about each other except for what we look like naked."

"Or cartoon animal style," Cloud added.

Tifa giggled.

"You're okay if I wear my 'Wifey' crop top a couple of days, right?" she asked.

"Of course," he answered. "Cartoon animal style."

"I could have sworn I heard that term before," she added. "But I can't, for the life of me, remember where."

She did not let that get to her. Despite her apprehension, she looked forward to spending a week with Cloud wearing nothing but her earrings and necklace.

And her "Wifey" crop top for a day or two.


9:30 p.m.

"Done it," Lechar announced. "I've hacked into her cell phone, her credit cards, and her internet."

"Congratulations," Karnak said sarcastically. "She didn't need any of those defeating Sephiroth. There's no she had to go to."

Anez started to giggle.

"Shut up!" Karnak snapped.

The four of them were seated at the table in the blue room again.

"Besides," Karnak continued, "does anyone here remember the last person who discovered where we are?"

"Tobin Lockheart?" answered Lechar.

"Very good," replied Karnak. "Now start with clues, such as same last name."

"Her brother?" suggested Anez. "Cousin? Ex-husband?"

"The second one," Karnak confirmed.

"You realize, sir," continued Lechar, "Tobin could also lead her here."

"I know," Karnak said. "He might have told her. If he has, she'll come here. I'm afraid our secrecy's been compromised."

"What do we do, then?" asked Lechar.

"The answer's fairly simple," Karnak replied. "We kill her tomorrow."

"Why wait?" Anez protested. "Let's get it over with right now!"

"No, Anus!" retorted Karnak, causing the other two to giggle.

"Anez," he corrected.

"If we kill her now," Karnak continued, "in front of everyone, we turn the whole world against us. Not to mention, we get caught by the Continental Governor. We have to catch her in private. She'll be beaten to death."

"You're not actually going to hit a girl, are you?" asked Anez.

Karnak simply turned to the muscular woman next to him.


10:00 p.m.

Elena kissed Tseng deeply as she continued to ride his manhood. She immediately resumed her loud moaning, and suddenly squeezed his shoulders.

"Fuck!  I'm cumming!" she shouted as she closed her eyes.

"Me too!" shouted Tseng as he released his seed into her vagina.

Slowly, Elena opened her eyes, and smiled before kissing him again.


"Elena?" asked Tseng. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," replied Elena softly, her head on his bare chest.

Tseng was skeptical; it almost looked as if there were tears in her eyes. He had been laying there, gently rubbing Elena's bare back. Her hair was really starting to grow longer, and now seemed like a blanket running down her back.

"You seem uneasy," he continued.

"I just have a really bad feeling," she replied, "that something bad's going to happen tomorrow. To Tifa."

Tseng pulled his girlfriend up until her face was at the same level as his.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I know it's not the best after-sex subject, but something just feels wrong about tomorrow."

Tseng stroked her hair gently before kissing her.

Although she loved his affection, she did not find it reassuring.

Something's going to happen tomorrow, she thought. Something's going to happen.

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