A Prince For Sale | By : FaTaLfURy Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Cloud/Tifa Views: 4009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or the characters in it. Nor do I make any profit from writing this story. Everything else is the product of my over-active imagination. |
~*~ I originally planned to do this plot for Inuyasha and Kagome. But having browsed through the Final Fantasy pages, I noticed a lack of Cloud/Tifa fics. So I decided it was high-time I did the honor of writing a fan fiction about one of my most beloved game couples of all time, Cloud and Tifa. This is actually my 2nd fic starring them both, the first is a one-shot entitled: "The Case of Cloud".
So I hope you Final Fantasy VII fans out there enjoy this one, esp. the Cloti fans. ^_^ Feedbacks are always welcome, so leave me one okay? Happy reading! Jaa ne! ^_^ ~*~
A Prince For Sale
FaTaLfURy
Chapter One - The Heiress She had very dark brown hair it almost seemed black and it fell like a silken waterfall down her back. She was tall for a woman, blessed with sinfully long legs that could make any man's mouth water just by looking at them. Add that to a very well-endowed figure, flashing wine-colored eyes, plump and luscious lips and voila!You have Tifa Lockheart, multi-billionaire heiress extraordinaire.
Every inch of her screamed sensuality... and money. Lots of it. Tifa's like your average 'Paris Hilton'... only richer and better.
Her parents owned over a thousand chain of hotels around the world but they didn't stop there. Her father was in too deep with the construction business, and now owned over five hundred consultation and construction firms worldwide. Her mother, on the other hand, fell in love with the glitz and glamour of the fashion world. Designing clothes and accessories were her mother's forte, and she also dabbled in building gigantic malls and the like when her schedule permitted her.
They were a worldwide conglomerate, thanks to her parents' joint efforts.
Tifa was also adding to the 'family' business, albeit modestly. They had just finished the newest installment of her bar franchise named "7th Heaven"; it was the tenth she had put up for that year alone, and she was determined for it to be a smashing success.
Her parents frowned upon her choice of business endeavor, but she already expected that. They still strove to support her all the way, though. Tifa also knew to expect that from her mom and dad.
And so her father was her designer and constructor for the bar, while her mother pulled her invisible magic strings behind the scenes for Tifa to gain the right connections for her type of business. Tifa appreciated everything, of course. She was no push-over either; watching her mom and dad build their empire, she knew it was all about sweat, tears and blood. She was ready to shed all of that and more for her to succeed.
Tifa was a bit of a rebel, so it came as no surprise to those who knew her well (and those who just thought they knew her) when she chose the bar for her first business on her own. They didn't know she actually worked in one so she knew how to operate things already. Her parents would've sent her to Timbuktu if they knew she moonlighted as a bar tender before in her college years.
But all's well that ends well. After she got her business degree (she wasn't just all boobs and no brains, you know) she went around trying to 'feel' her way around her mom and dad for what she wanted. When they gave her the 'go' signal, she didn't waste any time for them to change their mind.
And she planned on being a business-woman for many years more, despite the fact that her mom's already nagging for her to give them a grandchild. She wasn't even married yet (she was only 22, for crying out loud). And she intended for it to stay that way.
She could smell her parents' match-making attempts a million miles away. That was why she had a steady flow of boyfriends on her tracklist, all of them unsuitable, of course. Tifa wanted her parents to see she wasn't ready to get serious and settle down just yet. But that didn't stop them from trying.
Like tonight, for example. They were hosting some kind of charity ball at one of their villas and she was expected to attend. Her mother specifically told her to wear a long evening gown. When her mother made those kind of requests it only meant one thing: there was some eligible bachelor she wanted Tifa to meet. Her mother thought that while men would certainly jump at the chance of bedding her luscious daughter, they wouldn't be so eager to marry her if she dressed like a trollop (her mother's exact words, mind you).
So Tifa in turn strove to drive her mother crazy by somewhat following her dictates and adding some twists of her own. Her mother told her to wear a long gown, and so she did. It was scarlet red, and modestly covered her when she wasn't moving. When she started walking though, it revealed a slit that was up to her upper thighs and hugged every glorious curve of her body. The long sleeves and high neckline of the gown was made of very fine lace and provided a fake sense of cover only. The tops of her ample breasts could still be seen through the lace if you stared long enough.
Aside from her fabulous dress (that was sure to make her mother's eyes pop out of their sockets in anger) Tifa was also planning to go with her current 'flavor of the month' (as she and her bestfriend Yuffie slyly dubbed their beaus), Reno. He was exceptionally good-looking and fun to be with. It was rare for Tifa to actually like whoever it was her 'boyfriend' was at the moment, but she liked Reno so far. They've been going out for three long months now(which was kind of a record-breaker for her) and so far the only thing that turned her off about him was the fact that he was single-mindedly trying very hard to get her into his bed.
Despite popular opinion that she was 'free with her affections', it would be the farthest from the truth. No matter how wild, rebellious and liberated she might seem on the outside, her parents instilled in her the importance of waiting for the right man to give herself to. It was actually drummed into her skull by her mother, and no matter how many quarrels they may have had over the years, she was in whole-hearted agreement with her mom on this one.
So to make a long story short, Tifa Lockheart was still a virgin. A twenty-two year old virgin, at that. The world would probably be shocked shitless if they found out. But she didn't give a damn.
Tifa prided herself not only based on what she looked like and how rich she was at the moment. She was also a woman of considerable talents.
She was trained at a very young age on the merits of martial arts, her parents wanting her to be able to protect herself at all times. Little did they know how much interest and focus Tifa would give into her training. And so she excelled in it, winning various competitions and tournaments. She was an active supporter of mixed martial arts today, but no longer competed in it. She wanted to, but she was banned to do it by her parents. They were afraid for her, seeing as how brutal and bloody the tournaments could get. Her parents rarely forced her to do anything against her will, leaving her to her own pros and cons of deciding something. But they were adamant on this one, and so of course she gave in.
That didn't stop her from becoming an MMA icon. She was one of the most popular, sought-after and highest paid cover personalities that graced various sports and MMA-related magazines. Modelling came naturally to her. A cover of her in a short skirt and a simple tank top with her gloves on could top any best-selling magazine out there. But it wasn't only in her sensuality and looks that people (particularly men) were drawn to her. It was the fact that she actually knew a lot about MMA. It was rare for a woman of her looks and social standing to be interested in something like that. It showed them how far away she was from the typical 'Barbie doll' stereotype usually associated with heiresses.
Tifa was also fond of charities and causes. In fact, she handled most of her parents' charitable institutes and a member of lots of 'cause' organizations. She even went as far as shaving her eyebrows once for a particular cause she emphatized with. The world was used to Tifa Lockheart's unusual passion for charities and causes. That was one of the reasons so many followed her comings and goings: you never know just what might Tifa Lockheart outrageously do next.
Shaking her head at how far her thoughts led her, she decided to focus on the charity ball ahead of her. She and her mom will probably have a row before the night's over, but that's just the way things were between Tifa and her mom. They were quite used to rubbing each other the wrong way, and Tifa's dad usually serves as the buffer between the two of them. Nothing serious so far, of course.
Leaving her own mansion, she started on her way to her parents' villa. Reno said he'd just meet her there and that was fine by her. Her best friend, Yuffie, was on her way too. Everything was turning out perfectly.
She was suddenly looking forward to the ball.
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