Chapter Three: The Good, The Bad, and The Horny Narrator: But doesn't that last one include EVERYONE? Author: *points to the Janitor* not him Rusty: Rusty must contend to that assumption. *Points at a pile of contented female/herm janitors* Author: ...didn't...need...to see that. *twitch* (END SILLY INTRO) Usagi sighed as she sat in the classroom, alone except for a single other person. Sadly that person was Kusanagi Motoko, Biology teacher and general hardass. Tapping a pencil on the desk she stared into the hawkish gaze of the violet haired woman. "Are you going to start sometime soon, Usagi-san? Cause I can wait all day, and if we need to, all night." She glared. "If I had the books I checked out maybe..." she muttered. The teacher sighed, her trim body flexing and relaxing as she leaned back in her chair. She looked at the clock and seemed to be calculating a bit in her head. "You have fifteen minutes to get to your dorm, gather what you need and get back here. Starting...NOW." she spoke as the second hand reached the 12 on the clock face. "What?" Usagi yelped. "14 minutes, 50 seconds." Motoko stated, dryly. The blonde was up and bolted for the door. GODDAMN MILITARY CU- she stopped her thoughts for a moment as a devious idea came into her head. In less that five minutes she was at her dorm door. In twenty-four seconds, she was in her room. After an additional three minutes, she'd told her plan to Harriet. In less than half a second, the living tome had an answer. "Yes." And so, with the sexual tome hidden amongst her mundane fellows, Usagi returned to the room with exactly seven seconds to spare. Tifa Lockheart was a kindhearted woman who, despite her incredible figure, lacked what could be called a satisfying love life. The man she had sought for over a decade, whom she had spent her life aiding in all his endeavors, whom she had consoled in his moments of utter despair, was gay. It had gotten her a little riled up when he'd mentioned seeing someone new five years or so back. When he mentioned that someone was a 'he' Tifa suddenly felt like a shallow whore, doing all those things with the sole intent of getting into her childhood friend's pants. However she got over it, met the guy, and soundly the three hit it off as great pals. Alas this still left Tifa alone, and quite in need of someone strong to alleviate her sexual frustrations. To add to this, her adopted daughter, a perky brunette named Marlene, and Tifa's friends' adopted son, a blond lad named Denzel, had started dating. It was like fate had thrown salt in her old wound. However great her frustration she felt naught but the sincerest joy that the younger girl had found a kindhearted boy to share her love with...she just wished she had one of her own. So she sat on a plastic stool in her bathroom, fingers working feverishly in her ritual after school masturbation. Her right hand was cupping her glistening mound while her left pulled on her massive teat. She let out sharp gasps every time an involuntary shudder caused her to pull on one of the golden rings that pierced the tender portions of her body. Both her nipples, as well as he thumb sized clitoris, were pierced thusly and as she worked herself over they glistened with moisture. Part of the reason that Tifa's breasts were so massive was that she was permanently lactating. While this would be great if she had someone to share it with, as mentioned she had noone so sucking on her nipple gave her only a taste of the loneliness that encompassed her sexual side. Her fingers, well traveled in Tifa's inner self, found a tender knot of muscles that is commonly called the 'G-spot' as she felt the patch of flesh she convulsed in a prelude to the orgasm she was about to inflict upon herself. It took all of ten minutes for her to work up to the blinding climax that cause her to fall back, leaning against the wet tiles of the bathroom wall. She let out a sigh as her mind returned to the face she'd seen as she reached her peak. It wasn't her long time friend's face, nor his silver haired lover, it wasn't one of the many men she'd foolishly, but kindly, turned down before she'd seen her childhood crush could only return so much of her love. It was Masato's face. The young gaijin had appeared before her mind's eye and as he did she felt a rush of ecstasy that brought her farther over the edge than she had ever gone. If that's what a vision, a mere THOUGHT, of him could bring, she could only imagine what the feeling would be should she and the young man ever knock boots. Her logical side stepped in. She couldn't do that! She'd lose her job. Her passionate side spoke up. Not if she was careful, gentle, and the best damn thing the gaijin had every imagined. "I not gonna get fired for this," She muttered. "But I'm not gonna be a damn forty- year-old-virgin!" she grumbled. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, or rather schoolroom, Usagi had more on her hands than she'd bargained for. Presently she was on her knees, naked and sucking on as much of the fourteen inch erection Mokoto was sporting as she could. Her tongue working around the uncut cock as her hands fondled the teacher's shaft and mound. The purple haired woman sat in her chair, legs crossed so Usagi couldn't relent in her efforts to bring the older hermaphrodite to a climax, reading a very special book. "Interesting research material, Usagi-chan..." Motoko said in a lustful tone. For about ten minutes she'd been at the blonde's mercy as her new organ had overwhelmed her with new feelings, but the moment she was attuned to the meat, it was in insubordinate blonde that was on the receiving end of a heated piece, "I don't think I'll confiscate it though...wouldn't know what to do with it...still...this has made things easier for the both of us..." she said as Usagi's eyes widened. The already incredible organ was expanding; a sign of what was to come for sure. "Now here's the deal. Either we stop here and go on as usual with both of us suffering through long, boring, detentions, or I start 'tutoring' you on certain matters of the anatomy...what do you say?" Usagi gave her a glare that was one part indignation, two parts humility. "Oh right I'm pretty much gagging you at this point. Okay, Swallow for 'yes', spit for 'no' and use the trash bin if you could, Usagi-chan?" She said a second before she let out a long moan of climax. In that brief moment, Usagi was able to pull her head back enough that the semen didn't go straight into her stomach. Instead it filled her mouth to where she looked like a chipmunk that tried to eat a bunch of cream filled pastries. She thought for a good thirty seconds, leaning over so she could breath through her nose. This wasn't what she'd planned for, she wanted to be the one to call the shots...but this way she didn't have to worry about missing homework. Then again...if she made it a habit Motoko might run out of tame things to try and start getting a little crazy...She groaned internally as she swallowed the seed. It tasted a bit saltier than Masato's, Makoto's, or Ami's. Most likely due to Motoko being a bit older than any of them. "Well than, my little pet..." Motoko leaned down and cupped Usagi's chin in her hand, "What do you say we work off that paper you owe me, eh?" Masato eyes were narrowed, his mind focused, all his attention was centered on what was before him. He had his weapon in hand, and the enemy in sight. "DIE ZOMBIE!" Masato roared as he pulled the trigger on the plastic gun. The device made a clacking sound as a faux firing system sent an invisible infra-red signal to the arcade game's screen, resulting in a virtual zombie's head to explode in all its three dimensional glory. As Usagi had said, the arcade was a gathering spot for all the students, and a veritable neutral territory for the various sports and martial arts clubs. Despite it not boasting any teams that would tour and challenge other city teams, there were still groups who trained amongst themselves for whenever they chose to leave Mizuraku. The Wrestling club, which from what Masato saw was a grand total of four, five including the old man who seemed to show up whenever the only male in the club was facing a moment of awkwardness if only to make it more awkward, seemed to be in a feud with the karate club, which out numbered the one hundred to one. Not good odds, for the karate club. A blonde with a harsh attitude had slammed six karate girls to the ground, all while fondling them with such force that they were beet red. She had licked her fingers in a taunting manner as she entered the arcade and those inside who were associated with the karate club relaxed their postures a slight. If a fight broke out here, the precious technological escapes from school would be damaged, a major taboo. He'd made it to the final level, 'High Score' flashing constantly above the first and second person score boxes. He had both of the unit's guns in hand, unleashing a barrage of bullets that seemed to be as fluid as the plasma in the screen. He actually drawn a bit of a crowd, by the third level, now many were watching the 'Cowboy Gaijin' turn virtual zombies into virtual meat chunks. A gigantic abomination stood before his screen, it was horrid, disgusting, and evil. He shot down in the right corner to switch to the rocket launcher for the right controller. "Unload the pain." he whispered in English. Trigger pulling back several times, four rockets coming from off screen. The missiles exploded into the monster's face, causing a minor glitch that took its health down to nearly nil. A quick shot from his left pistol and there was a cutscene and everyone was cheering, but Masato just raised his pistols again. Luckily the game was advanced enough to notice this so it went onto a separate 'track' for the scene. The character, a man with dyed blue hair in a very ragged outfit turned to a door way where a small girl stood. She had appeared earlier in the game, very subtly, in the corner of a room during a highspeed kill spree. "Do you want to play?" Came the text on the screen. Yes and No appeared in boxes on either side. He shot yes with both guns. The girl smiled before her eyes turned red. "Yay..." more text on the bottom of the screen, but Masato was already firing away a few quick pistol shots. She was mid transformation, fleeing down a hall so she couldn't be killed...YET... Some running, popping off a few extra baddies along the way to score extra points...then the REAL boss fight. This one took around twenty minutes and all of his ammo he'd saved up but when he had one last pistol shot with his left side 'dead' (he never added cash for a replay) he managed one last shot, and there were the words. "TRUE VICTORY" He let out a breath amid the hollers and cheers, put the guns down, and walked aways to buy a drink from a vendor machine. "Nice shooting there, Tex." Masato turned to see the blonde leaning against another machine. "Just a game, real zombies don't explode that much." He said with a laugh. He'd seen enough of the school to guess they had regular run-in's with supernatural phenomenon. "Don't they usually just shatter?" she asked, half-heartedly. "Those are skeletons." he noted as he took a long draft of his root beer. "Ah." She nodded, watching him. "Say...I saw you and some of the girls from Dorm Six hanging out this afternoon...actually they seemed to be really keen on you..." She said with a grin. "Stalking is a criminal offense you know..." he said with a wry grin. "I'm not stalking, just observing..." She said and in a passing tone, "So what's Ami taste like down there?" "Bitter and sweet at the same time, like blueberries." He said before he realized she was just pulling his leg. She stared at him in shock. "Not. A. Word." He said simply. She nodded with a grin. "I'll be sure to remember that...so..." "Not answering anything else along those lines." Masato stated flatly. "That's fine by....oh..." she stopped as she looked past the gaijin to outside. A young boy who, Masato guessed, had mixed Japanese/American descent was squaring off with a young girl who looked a bit like Iori, except her hair was hanging low, almost completely shrouding her eyes. The boy couldn't have been any older that 15 yet he carried himself with a strange skill, which Masato realized was the norm around here. His dirty blonde hair wafted in a breeze as his blue t and grey jacket rippled like waves. His baggy jeans made a mild shuffle as he sidestepped the girl's attacks. "Damnit Shermie's out of the hospital the same day Iori gets outta lockdown...fuck..." The blonde girl swore. "Shermie?" Masato said the name with mild interest. "Iori's crazy as hell sister. I'd help the Strife brat, but with so many Karate bums here it'd turn into a slaughter..." "And that's a bad thing?" The gaijin laughed. The blonde just smirked," Normally, no. However the Captain told me to keep my brawls to a minimum outside of school." Masato looked back to where the rest of the Wrestling club, and the old man, was standing, watching the fight, which had just heated up. The girl, Shermie, had her hands wrapped in a light purple flame, similar to her brother's aura. The 'Strife brat' was encompassed by a strange blur of an aura that Masato couldn't quite perceive...a light aura? He held his ground as Shermie sent a clawed strike into his chest. A short girl with brown hair tied up in a pink bow screamed, "DENZEL-KUN!" So that was the kid's name. The boy, Denzel, rolled into the strike and grabbed Shermie's shoulder and wrist, his foot shot between her legs and she was upside down and looking stunned in a blur of motion. She rolled away and got up to her feet, her eyes glowing underneath her hair, a hiss emanating from her lips. Denzel's eyes were glowing too, and a deep draconic growl rolled out from his mouth. Things would have gotten hairy if someone hadn't stepped between them. That someone was a tall, blonde, blue eyed, muscular man, in a pink shirt and khaki pants. His spiky hair seemed to defy gravity as it jutted out at various angles. "Denzel...what have I told you about picking fights?" He asked in a calm voice. "Ummmmm" the boy feigned serious thought as his aura subsided, "Don't?" "Indeed." The man confirmed. His gaze turned to Shermie, "And what would your father think if he found out you were causing trouble so shortly after your release from the hospital?" Shermie only grinned. "He'd ask why I didn't ask him to join me." The man only glared at the girl, who shrugged and started walking away. At a snap of her fingers, several of the Karate club moved to follow her. Like sister, like brother, both had a thing for minions. As the blond man turned to Denzel his gaze caught Masato's, only for a moment, but still there was something there that almost seemed....maternal...which caught Masato off gaurd to say the least. "Cloud Strife," The blonde wrestler said beside him. "100% Gay, 100% Power, 100% Beat-yo-face-into-the-ground" She laughed. Masato nodded, "Mmkay...well I need to be heading back to my place, procrastination doesn't suit me as much as it used to." He sighed. "Whatever, oh by the way, My name's Higuchi, Vice captain of the Wrestling club." "Masato..." the Gaijin stated, thinking a bit. The blonde stopped for a moment, "What is it?" she asked. "Hmm? Oh just thinking you aren't as much of a dyke as Mayumi-sensei made you out to be." He said in passing. The blonde laughed. "She's just mad cause she can never get a good grip on me, course the came can't be said in converse." She added, her fingers flexing in a 'fondling' manner. Masato paled. "I may have to rescind that assessment." "Then do so." Higuchi laughed as she walked over to the wrestling club. Masato made his way over to his bike, it was still gleaming and untouched, which was a good sign so he mounted it without much worry. He revved up the engine a bit before he noticed that Denzel was next to him, getting on a bike of his own, this one was red, with a more laid back seating style. The small girl was nearby and so was Cloud. Something flashed from Denzel's eyes that seemed like a challenge. "To the school and back?" Masato suddenly inquired. "Just to the school." Denzel responded, pulling on a helmet and starting his bike up. The girl sighed and Cloud gave him a disapproving look but simply motioned to get it over quick. "3!" came a voice, Makoto? Masato pulled back out of the parking spot to the exit of the parking lot, Makoto was there, a bandana that Masato had seen on the male wrestler's head a moment ago. "2!" Denzel leveled up beside Masato, flashing a peace sign which Masato returned in kind. "GO!" Makoto brought the bandana down and both young men were off like streaks of red and black. Five minutes of high speed racing later, both were sitting in front of the school, drinking sodas. "We should have had someone come here to act as a judge." Denzel sighed. Masato took a sip of his root beer. "Well it was a good race, you handle the turns well." "You found that shortcut pretty easy, took me a week to figure it out." "Well you had to be slowing down for some reason." Masato laughed. "True..." The dirty blond hair wafted in the breeze. "Well I gotta get home." "Ditto." Masato sighed, tossing the can into a recycling bin. They parted ways and set out to their respective domiciles, unaware that both were being watched. A silver haired man with pale eyes observed from high atop a building adjacent to the school campus. His black leather holding tight to his body as his vision zeroed in on Masato and Denzel before focusing on the Gaijin. He pulled out a black cell phone and dialed a number. It the tone came once, then twice, before a calm voice came over the phone. "Hey there, what's up?" It was Cloud's voice. "Nothing much, Denzel's coming back, and the new kid is heading to his place...you want me to see where?" He asked in a gentle tone, pulling a long bang out of his face. "Nah, we can just look it up if we need it. Anyway I got the stuff for dinner, come home soon okay?" "Yeah just gonna do a few more rounds...not that there's anything to do..." he sighed. "Just don't start trouble for the sake of trouble okay, hun?" The man laughed. "Right, Right, I'll be home round nine, love you." "Ditto, Sephie-kun" Cloud said before hanging up. The long haired man fumed a bit as he stared at his phone. "He knows how I get when he calls me that...he's so getting it when I get home..." The man grumbled as he leapt to another roof to see if any rogue spirit was causing mischief...there hardly were any around anymore. Masato was deep in thought when he opened the door to his apartment, he didn't notice it was unlocked. He wondered how so many people with mystic or superhuman abilities could congregate without SOMEONE stumbling onto them. The city was fairly out of the way. If you were there, you meant to be there, or were really stinkin' lost. He sighed as he grabbed a water bottle from his small fridge, a polite cough brought his thoughts back to reality. He dropped the bottle before he could open it. "Tifa–sen.....sei?" Masato's eyes boggled at the sight before him. Tifa was clad in a red, elastic, two piece swim suit. The material was straining to just stay together, though it seemed her body had no need for any support it might bring. He could see her areolae and nipples quite clearly, as well as...nipple rings? He blushed a bit as she stepped forward, red high heels pressing into the shallow carpet. "Before you say anything..." Tifa started, she knew this was a bad idea, coming here, but if she was gonna bang a student she'd at least do it off the main campus, "I...I need to tell you something..." she stopped. She had thought this out a dozen times while she waited for him, and all her plans came to a slim to nil success rate. Sure she was hot, but she was a teacher! Damnit this was gonna backfire. Masato could see the anxiety in Tifa's eyes. A glimmer shot of his own in a reflexive manner and he could see a brief glimpse of her soul's outer shell. What he saw filled him with surprise. There was a light around her, a glow that seemed faint but present, something that could be taken away, or given away. She was a virgin...he nearly gaped in surprise. Tifa, seeing the stare of her pupil, bit her lip and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done this." She grabbed a heavy coat from a table and went for the door, but Masato took her by the arm, and before she could respond, he kissed her. He kissed her deep. The tall brunette moaned at the sudden romantic contact, her body quivering as she dropped the coat on the ground. Masato wrapped his arms around her slender waist as she fell against him for support. Her breasts hindered their kiss for a moment, but Masato pressed against her, squeezing the warm flesh between them. They stood for what felt like an eternity, but was only a few minutes. She stared into his eyes and he into her own. "You don't have to make love to be but...please...I-" he put a finger to her lips. "I don't have to...but I will..." he kissed her just as he pulled the finger away, suddenly displaying some considerable skill of dexterity and strength as he picked her up and carried her over to his bed without breaking the kiss. He laid her down on the bed, her knees were together, out of nervousness, but her face had all the eagerness of a young charge willing to learn from a more experienced teacher. Masato knelt on the bed next to her, running a hand down her form while the other deftly unbuttoned his shirt. Tifa reached out and helped slip it of his body once it was unfastened, kissing his nipples and rubbing his chest as she did so. To say Masato was aroused would be an insult to the sheer readiness his sex had achieved in just those brief moments. As he slipped off his pants, Tifa stared straight down into it, though she had to open a line of sigh between her breasts to do it. Of course trying this caused the swimsuit to suddenly SNAP and both of the young people now half naked let out respective shouts of shock. Tifa covered her nipples a slight, though one of the golden hoops still hung below her right hand. She was transfixed by the throbbing member that was so close to her now, its heat was incredible, it was close to her leg and she could feel it radiating a pulse that was making her very...damp. Which was obvious to anyone who noticed the spot growing on the sheet just below her. "Oh no!" she remarked suddenly, "I'm so sorry I didn't me-" Masato put his hand to her lips again. "That's nothing compared to the stains we're gonna make together." He smiled at her with a calm that was all the more arousing for her. This time she was the one who intiated a kiss and wrapped her arms around the young man. "Wait just a second." Masato asked, breaking the kiss. Tifa looked at him in confusion as he walked away from the bed, then heard the sound of the door being locked. And it was quite a few hours before it opened again. <> Some of you at this point my be feeling a bit cheated right now. That there haven't been many FULL sex scenes or at least start to finish ones. I DO intend to go back and make little chapter 1.5's and such for all the sex scenes I omit, AFTER I get the story over and done with. Those things will be sex from start to fin, so don't you worry....but who knows...I may throw one in here soon... ... ... Like now *Evil Smile*>> Tifa smiled at as he returned to the bed. "Feeling a little paranoid?" "After someone shows up in my home half-naked without my knowledge? Yeah, a little." He admitted as he got on the bed with her. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her to lay back on the bed. He kissed her gently, on her lips, her chin, the hollow of her neck, her sternum, taking his time to slowing bring her to the edge of ecstasy. It was when her got to her breasts that he reached his first major hurtle. The were big, they were soft, and those rings were just begging to be tweaked. He looked into her eyes for permission as he ran several fingers around her pierced nipples. She nodded with eyes wide, hoping to catch a good eyeful of what he was about to do before she was lost in the feeling. Masato began to massage her breasts, at their base on her chest first, then slowly outward until the two bags of flesh were putty in his hands, and Tifa was panting like she'd run up a one hundred story staircase. He stuck three fingers into the breast ring on his right, whiles on the left he began to gently suckle her nipple. He was surprised when he felt a warm liquid enter his mouth. He pulled his head back to see the teat was dripping what he could only guess was milk. He looked to Tifa in shock and she only grinned sheepishly. He resumed his efforts in earnest and Tifa's reaction was immediate, her legs a suddenly were crossed behind Masato's back, the heels pressing into his back, and her toes were curling in the feeling. He lessened his attention on that particular breast and pulled up suddenly on right breast. There was a sharp gasp, like being tossed into cold water, and Tifa arced her back briefly. Reaching to pinch the areola she let out a long moan as her body went rigid, her legs going straight out in response to the harsh attention. It took Masato a second to realize she'd just climaxed. "Wow...didn't know she was that sensitive..." Masato breathed, Tifa still in a haze of orgasmic bliss. He turned his head to gaze at Tifa's feet. He scowled a bit at the heels as he rubbed a sore spot on his back. They'd scratched him badly, oh well. He turned and went to remove them when a short gasp issued from behind him. "Your back..." Tifa gasped. "Oh...no..." "Don't worry it's just one scratch...oh..crud." he suddenly remembered, his illusion spell must have worn off. Masato had a vast number of scars on his body, or would if his healing magicks weren't so good. The only place he had trouble reaching was his back, so they ended up getting general patches which meant nasty scars. He'd cast an illusion on himself during gym yesterday and explained the scars to the girls the night before. "Just...don't worry bout them, okay?" Masato asked as he pulled of her heels and set them next to the bed. She reached out to him and drew him close for another kiss. Masato smiled leaned out of it kissing her body again. When he reached her covered sex her could smell the pent up want her organ was releasing. He ran his tongue over the sheer material of the bikini bottom and her legs were wrapped around his head, pressing his face into her crotch. He grabbed an edge of the bottom with his lips and pulled it aside, a soft clink of metal to metal as a golden ring piercing a rather large clit struck his glasses. He blinked once, wondering for a second if she was a hermaphrodite, then laughing inside he took the clit into his mouth and started to suckle it. Her moans were getting to be rather fierce again, and Masato guessed she was nearing another climax. He began to gently 'pet' the entrance to Tifa's virgin sex. He was going to have to go slow, and make sure she was really wet for this. He wasn't exactly the size of the average Japanese man, it was gonna be a tight squeeze. She let out a long gasp and a fresh wave of feminine juices came seeping out from between her 'lips'. He licked it up and looked up at her face. She was panting for breath, but enjoying the whole experience. Masato smiled as he got to his knees, Tifa's legs resting on his shoulders as he readied himself. She looked at him with a want and need that Masato was surprised to see, but he smiled as he moved forward and entered her body. She arched her back again and Masato took hold of her hip with one hand and reached up to caress her face with the other. She took the hand on her face with both of her own. Holding it gently as he penetrated her. She was gritting her teeth and Masato noticed a small trickle of blood from the flesh stretching, she really was a virgin...He kept his breathing even as he fully penetrated her. Then...he was in...all of him. "Are you..." she tried to ask but couldn't her mind was overwhelmed. Not in her wildest fantasies or most powerful bouts of self-gratification was the feeling this strong, this intense. "Hai...now...I'm gonna start slow..." And so he did, easing out until only his 'head' was left inside her, then slowing penetrating once more. It was slow, it was quiet, but Tifa was soaking in every second of it like it was the best thing ever. Suddenly she let out a half hearted murmur and, staring at Masato and his focus on her sexual needs, had a spark of inspiration. She suddenly shifted her weight so she was sitting upright, and her legs were crossed behind Masato's. "Tifa." The young gaijin let out a gasp as her body shifted around his heated shaft. She kissed him deeply and, with a skillful grace, eased him onto his back, while she straddled his shaft. "Thank you so much, Masato..." she had a tear in the corner of her eye, "Now...let me return the favor..." She began to twist her body back and forth, her hands massaging Masato's chest as she did so. The visual effect of her moving like that was intoxicating alone, but the feeling Masato got from her soft walls wrapping around his pole was too much. He let out a gasp, cried out his sensei's name and released his tension, and his seed, into her waiting womb. She let out a pent up as the sudden warmth triggered another orgasm, smaller than her previous, but still enough for her to have a nice, sated warmth throughout her body. She pulled Masato's organ out of her and picked him up, gently. She laid him down in the same spot she had been, and she giggled inside when she saw the spot she first made was just next to where his flaccid member hung over his leg. He was exhausted, he couldn't be sure why, maybe he hadn't fully recovered from his previous sexcapades, maybe he just was tired and in need of rest, maybe the sex was just that awesome. He sighed as drifted into unconsciousness, Tifa kneeling over him, caressing his face in a gentle manner. She would shower here, she had decided that much, and she had to get home soon and change before Marlene came back from 'studying' at Denzel's. She smiled one last time before she went into the small bathroom. Suddenly she noticed how..plain...almost substandard the apartment was, she was sure the budget for housing would have gotten Masato a much nicer place...damn bureaucrats... she scowled as she started the water. She shook her head free of the thought, focusing back on the warm after glow.