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Final Fantasy 7. Tifa Lockhart: Journey to Midgar.	By : Nickamano Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 7306 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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15. Missing.
That evening, Tifa leaned against the white painted railing to the ocean ferry’s stern, looking across at the increasingly cloudy and grey sky. She was considering the fact that she only had one more day on board the ferry. Friday was their last full day and night. They would dock in Junon harbour in the morning of Saturday and then, her on-foot wilderness journey across a whole new continent would begin. A stranger in a strange land.

She felt simultaneously exhilarated and yet slightly anxious about crossing the Midgar continent, making for its Capital City, where she hoped her only real clue as to Zangan’s whereabouts would be fruitful. Abruptly, her wistful consideration was interrupted.

“Excuse me, it’s Tifa isn’t it?” Came a grating masculine voice.

Tifa turned around to find herself standing in front of a couple. They were probably somewhere in their thirties. The man was large, robust and wore loosely buttoned, short-sleeved white shirt and cream trousers, with open-toe sandals peeking out from the turn-ups. He looked older than his years, even though his heavy, jowled face was still smooth, it looked more ruddy than tanned. His auburn, heavily receded hair had flecks of grey, though the auburn was a darker shade of orange than his daughter’s peach hair. He looked concerned and annoyed in equal measure.

“You’re friends with our daughter Miki, aren’t you?” His wife said.
“I’d like to think so, though I haven’t seen her since yesterday.”
“That’s the problem, she’s gone missing.” Miki’s father said. “We haven’t seen her since this afternoon.”

Miki’s mother took over again and Tifa turned back to the attractive woman. She was slightly heavy set, a jutting bosom, a visible bulge to her belly and wide hips. She was wearing a light summer dress with a silken shawl across her shoulders. She looked like an older version of Miki, though with long blonde hair and a face lined with stress and worry. She could well have put on weight during pregnancy and never quite managed to get rid of it afterwards, though she maintained a degree of the attractiveness that was the resounding noticeable facet that her daughter carried with her. It was a facet once-removed from her mother by the pressures of life. Maybe Miki was a handful. Maybe her husband was.

“We were hoping you’d know where she is. A couple of the employees here mentioned seeing her with that obnoxious group of boys this afternoon, but we can’t find her and we’re really worried.”
“I haven’t seen her since yesterday Mrs Fort, but I’ll have a look around. Don’t worry, we’ll find her…” Tifa said reassuringly.

And then with harried, half smiles and nods of gratitude, the older couple departed quickly.

Tifa stood for a moment thinking and then headed for the usual haunts that the gang of boys tended to frequent.

The first port of call was at the bow near the swimming pool. However, there was just a middle-aged couple, standing there at the railing, arms around each other and enjoying the sunset as it glowed against the thickening clouds, dyeing them a pink-orange. Tifa tried the bar, asking some of her new friends on the staff if they had seen Miki. A couple of them had reported seeing her earlier, just before lunch time, though not since then.

The small amusement-arcade was the next place to try. Tifa hadn’t been there herself but she had heard Miki mention it in passing. She looked all around the place but there was no sign of the peach haired girl and of the few people she asked who she thought might know her, no one had any news.

And then she spotted one of the gang of boys, strolling past the arcade toward the training room. She accosted him quickly, grabbing an upper arm and whirling him around to face her. He started out annoyed but when he saw who it was his whole manner changed.

“Oh, it’s you! Tifa right? Lovely to meet you.”

He was actually trying to be pleasant and even respectful and unusually, his eyes held onto her own throughout.

“I’m looking for Miki, my friend, pretty girl with the pale-orange hair. Have you seen her?” She said talking over his attempt to introduce himself.

He took a moment, as though absorbing what she had said but then with wide eyes he shook his head.

“I know Miki, but I haven’t seen her at all today. I do know she’s been hanging out with Tomo quite a lot.”
“Where’s he?”
“Haven’t seen him either, now you mention it. I can ask around if you like?”
“Please do, I’m worried about her… Any more of your little gang around here?”

He baulked at the way she said ‘little gang’, frowning slightly.

“Try the restaurant.” He said with a sudden air of dismissiveness.

Tifa let go of his upper arm, noticing the red marks where her fingers had been digging into his tanned skin. She bit down the automatic urge to apologise and instead spun on her heel and stormed away in the direction of the restaurant.

She found another two of them as they were just leaving the restaurant though they weren’t quite as polite as the previous boy. They didn’t take her too seriously, at first.

“Hey, you two. I’m looking for my friend Miki. She might be with Tomo?”
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the snooty tit-bitch.” Laughed the taller boy, not paying any attention to what she had asked.
“I don’t have time for your crap, have you seen them or not?” Tifa snapped.
“Information ain’t free babe.” Drawled the other boy, shorter, stockier with a deeper tan and a smarmy look. His eyes slithered up and down her body. “What you got on offer?”

Tifa looked at one boy then the other, started to say something, silenced herself and then drove her fist into the gut of the taller boy. He dropped immediately as though she’d hit him with a tree and was on the deck before he even realised that she had punched him, he wheezed breathlessly, curled up on his side in a foetal position and then vomited.

“Hell-fucking-damnit, bitch!” The shorter boy yelled, aghast and angry at her sudden violence.
“Don’t be angry kid... Be scared.” She growled, taking an intimidating step into his personal space.
Under other circumstances he might have been excited by her proximity, but not after having witnessed what she had done to his friend.

“Where’s Tomo!?” She said quietly and slowly. “Or Miki. Last time I’m going to ask you.”

Her clenched fist came up slowly, into his eye line and then slid backward to cock itself at her right hip.

“Down below. Rear right side stairs, there’s a little storage room. We sometimes hangout there, steal booze, get pissed. Tomo might be there. Maybe that little slut’s there too, who knows?”

Tifa desperately wanted to floor the kid for the way he referred to Miki, but she stormed away instead.

Miki and Tomo were there, along with another boy. They were all drunk, Tifa spotted three empty bottles of some strong spirit discarded against one bulkhead, however Miki appeared to be just about catatonic. There were canvas ‘blankets’, maybe spare covers for the lifeboats or pieces of spare sail or something. They had been rolled out in the shadowy rear of the little storage room and a single bulb cast a dull dirty orange disc of light onto the makeshift bed.

“Hey, Miki look… It’s your mom!” Tomo drawled, his words slurred.

The young man’s eyes were bloodshot, his pupils dilated. His hair was a mess and he was naked. His companion was the same, apart from a sweat-stained T-shirt. They both sported jutting ruddy erections.

Miki was also naked, a quick glance around allowed Tifa to spot her orange and blue bikini discarded outside of the meagre circle of light. Her pretty figure was bruised in numerous places and glistening with both perspiration and other bodily fluids, her nipples looked red raw. And Tifa could see a little smear of blood between the spread tops of her thighs. She was shivering, her hair matted and dishevelled. It was obvious what the boys had done to her after they had got her too drunk to stop them, it was also obvious that it must have been going on for hours.

Apparently, not even aware that Tifa was there the other boy, in the T-shirt, drunkenly reached for Miki, slapping her thighs apart, squeezing one of her handful breasts while his free hand tugged idly at his erection.

Tifa skipped forward and grabbed him by the hair with her left hand and then, with a rage she hadn’t felt since her father’s murder, she drove her right elbow into his ear. She might as well have clubbed him down with a lump of concrete, the result was the same.

Then she turned to Tomo. Kneeling down, her knee pressing hard into his pulsing erection and no doubt drained testicles. She slapped aside a weak attempt to push her off him and then, grabbing his wavy hair in a fist, she slammed his skull into the steel bulkhead three times in quick succession. Blood burst from his nose on the second and three broken teeth oozed from his slack mouth contained in a mixture of blood and saliva following the third.

She let him go and stood up again, watching as he slumped down onto his side, sliding down the bulkhead and leaving a long paint-streak of blood on the wall. Then she went back to the other unconscious boy and yanked his t-shirt off. She gathered Miki’s bikini, awkwardly fastened the two-piece over her naked curves, luckily it was a string bikini so it wasn’t as tricky as it could have been. And then she pulled the oversized t-shirt over her friend’s torso and then picked her up and carried her out into the corridor.

She, coincidentally, met a Deck Officer along the corridor, who stopped in the middle of the well-lit space and stared, simply horrified at the appearance of Miki. Her injuries were even more plain in the bright lights of the corridor. Her arms and legs bruised, her face ruddy and marked by slaps and scratches, her lip split, mouth smeared with blood.

“I’m taking her to the infirmary.” Tifa grunted, trying to fight back her own tears of disgust, horror and cold, hard rage.
“Yes, miss. It’s just down this corridor second right then first left.” The wide-eyed man stammered out.
“There are two boys.” Tifa went on. “The ones who’ve done this to her. They’re in that storage place under the stairs back there. They’ll need a doctor as well. But not until Miki’s okay.”

She spat the last, barely able to control her temper. The ‘not’ reverberated around the white painted steel of the bulkheads on either side of them.
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Final Fantasy 7. Tifa Lockhart: Journey to Midgar.