Yo you guys! Wierd story idea I got from something I said in an argument. I said, "SOMETIMES I THINK!!!!!"...I don't care to elaborate on that conversation...Anyways, I just had this idea and started typing away on my computer...Strange...One thing I've noticed though. My typing has gotten REALLY proper and I can't stop dammit! Fuck me dead!!!! (heh heh got that 4rm me mom's hubby) Anyway, it's weird. This story is, my own OC, Faytaliny-centric ok? I have to say, this is one of the more wierder things I've written...Wait. Scratch that. It's the weirdest thing I ever wrote. Ye have been warned.

WARNING!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT: There will be something in here that might offend somebody. It has to do with a shirt. And if you get offended I'm sorry. I don't think you SHOULD be offended though, cuz I'm half! I have nothing against anyone's backround ok? A freind of mine ACTUALLY had this shirt and it cracked me up to no end!!!

Disclaimer: I own no one from the damn game. Hence me writing a FAN-fiction about it. Dumbasses... If I did own it though, there'd be lots of smexii RenoxCloud, CloudxReno moments!

This story is a dundunduuuuuuuun FayxVincent!!!! Bet you weren't expecting that since I'm such a total Cloud fan-girl but lately, I've been feeling Vinne. A lot! WOOT!! VINCE IS HAWT!!!!!!!

Sometimes, I think.

Seeing that sentence, you'd probably think I was some idiotic blonde, right? Wrong. Quite the opposite, actually. My hair is dark black and VERY stylish I must say. It's in a mohawk. A kinda short one. The sides of my head are NOT shaved, but braided and there is a curly but short ponytail in the back. Goes down to about half my neck. Like I said, VERY stylish. But that's just what I think. Like I said before. Sometimes I think. Keep in mind this is me you're talking about. Faytaliny Taisho. Defective(read further for description), fun-luvin bitch with a badass attitude. People don't expect me to think much and, in reality, I really don't. I'm an impulsive kinda chick and thinking isn't something I do. But here I am. Thinking. Thinking about how the whole planet seems to hates me. Thinking about what a fucked up place the shit-ass world is. Damn Shinra. Damn Sephiroth. And his dumb dog, too! And most importantly, Damn Hojo.

DAMN HIM ALL THE WAY TO HELL! And, if possible, beyond that. Stupid mother fucker. Look at what he did to me! The Experiment That Never Was. Look at me! I'm half a FRIGGIN ANIMAL. I have a TAIL and EARS for Gaia's sake! Worse than that is, I have NO idea what kind of animal I'm supposed to...er...be, yo! My tail looks like a fox's tail with an artic wolf's coloring. My ears are most deff.(1) that of a wolf and have the same coloring. As do my paws. Yes, my paws. My HUGE cat paws! No I don't have paws for hands, thank you. I DO, however, have paws for feet, but I can turn that on and off. Damn, yo. I almost walked straight into a building! Gotta keep focused. Guess you're wondering where the hell I'm going, huh? I'm on my way to a bar. ANY bar. I know that sounds incredably stupid. Going to a bar and not knowing where the hell it is but hey! Fortunatly, one of many upsides of being half an animal is I have an awesome sense of smell(hearing and sight too but ,most importantly right now, smell) and, damn it all, I smell a bar! And here I thought good fortune was only a myth!

I stroll in and wince immediatly at the loud, but familiar, noise of the bar as it hits my very, very sensitive ears. Damn it all, I should be used to it by now! The place is very nice looking. Nice -if slightly beaten-up looking- tables, that dark glow that only bars and clubs can have, different leveled grounds and music. My favorite element. I immediatley memmorize the tune and begin to hum it softly. I sigh as I walk to the bar and take a seat, ignoring the cat calls and whitles coming from the ignorant men. I look good and I ain't gonna sit here and pretend I don't. Now, I don't brag or anything but if anyone came up to me and asked, 'Yo, you think you're hot?' I would honestly reply, 'Hell naw, boi! I KNOW I'm fione!' I don't see how people can tell I have a nice bod, though. I have on baggy (extra baggy, to hide the tail. Luckily, most people think the ears are some sorta kinky fashion statement) black pants, torn and ripped with chains all over. I have on a white shirt that is printed on in black letters (that no one here would be able to read considering its in the language of my people:Viaţă dans. I tell you more 'bout that later.). Now, you're probably expecting it to say some thing like 'The beast within shall never die' or some scary, creepy, prophetical shit like that, right? Ha ha! Wrong! It actually says 'You rock my socks!' on the front and on the back -this is where it gets funny- it says 'Nah. That's too white. You rock my sneakers bitch!' I think thats fuckin hilarious!

It's kinda hypocritical considering the rents were 'supposably' Ancient Roman (not that I'd know) and usually they're pretty erm...pale... but I actually look sorta like a like-skinned brown sort of color so you couldn't tell. Yeah, anyway I had on a baggy black sweatshirt, unzipped over said shirt, showing of my not-too-bad sized knockers. On my hand were fish-net gloves with the knuckles cut off and over those leather gloves, also, with the knuckes cut except on these the fingers were cut off too. The leather was torn and chains hung randomly on it. I had on all-over deep black converses. Got them from some foreign country. Americoo, or something...(A/N: Yeah, dude. That's exactly where you got them...) Over all, I'm completely covered, so I don't see how the hell they know I'm curvy. They ain't Superdude. At least...I hope not...Damn pervs...

"Excuse me?" A kind voice broke my thoughts. I look up to see these HUGE tits!!!! I mean, I'm not gay or anything but DAMN! They, like, nearly smacked me in the face, yo! "Can I help you?" I was very tempted to say, 'Yes, can you pweety pweese remove your freak boobs out of my face?' Instead I reply,

"Yeah, uh, could you get me the best, most throat burning, stiff drink you got?" I grin at her, almost motherly? scowl. "I wanna get totally smashed." She tuts and faces away, bustling aroung getting my drink. It's then I get my first glimpse of her face, considering her rack was completely blocking the way. She's really nice looking. Pale-ish skin, long silky black hair, hazel-brown eyes and soft-looking pink lips. Picture perfect idea of what a nice girl supossed to look like...Ha! Too bad for her!!! Who wants to look like a nice girl? Whatever. Ah, yes! My drink! I am .

"You sure you can handle that?" She asks, looking worried. Tch. What a mom.

"Hmmm..." I glance questionally at my drink as I pick it up. I glance questioningly at it, lift it to my lips and chug the whole glass in one gulp. "Yyyyyyyup." I grin, again, and she turns to another customer still frowning. She probably doesn't feel right, serving a drink to a gal that looks nineteen,which I actually am, but she can't ask questions, seeing as my ID is pinned on my shirt and it clearly states that I am 21. "Ha!" I mumble to myself, quietly, smiling like a nut, "Fake IDs rock!"

"And they are also illegal." I jump up and whirl around to see who had spoken to me in such a deep, scary ( but surprisingly attractive) voice, but let's not get into that, shall we? So theres this dude, right? He looks like he jumped right out of a vampire comic! He has on black, well, everything! His pants, his shirt, his gloves, his (very cool looking, I might add) boots. Everything except his dark red cape. He eyes...whoa, dude...His. Eyes. Are. Red. Blood red. Yup. Most deff. a vampire comic. Damn. The way he's staring at me makes me want to squirm. But I won't! Cause I'ma bitch that way.

"Yeah? What's it to you?" I turned around, as if I'm not completely freaked by his prescence. Damn this dude is scary.

"The owner of this bar is an aquiantance(2) of mine and I don't think she'd like it if she found out you were underage." Damn, boy! Show a little emotion would ya?

"So basically what you're sayin is, you're gonna rat on me?" I sneer and glare at the shelf on the wall, holding all the drinks. I don't turn around and I definately don't look him in the eye, but not because I'm scared! Oh, no! This guy is just...erm...wierd...yeah... Creep. He leans back againt the bar table and crosses his arms.

"No. I personally don't care." Bitch, didn't I say to show some damn emotion? I glare and finally look at him.

"Then why the fuck are you talking to me?" I look him in the eye and there goes my glare. I'm...dazed. Shit that was a mistake. Fuck, I can't move. Let me GO, DAMMIT!!!!! ARGH!!!! He smirks. That bastard...He knows he got me stuck! DAMMIT!!! YOU FREAK! LET THE FUCK GO OF ME!!!!

"Hn." Dammit. I can't even say anything back! I hate this guy...so much...

"Vincent?" A soft voice calls out.

"Cloud." A pale, blonde-haired guy walks up to us, efficiantly breaking the trance. His beautifully blue eyes are glittering with question. Whoa. I just sounded poetic! Wierd. The blonde kid shrugs his shoulder at me, not even making eye contact.

"Who is this?" He glances at me. You hear that? Glances at me! Who the fuck does this guy think he is?!

"Excuse me! I have a fuck-ing voice! How are you gonna fucking sit there and ask him my name? I am sitting 4 feet away from you, you jackass!!!" I can tell my eye is twitching, but I don't really care at the moment. This guy -Cloud- raises a eyebrow at me. Jerk! "Don't you fucking raise your eyebrow at me, you bastard!"

"Fine. Who are you?" Damn, mother-fucker!

"Don't get smart with me!!!!" I stand up from my stool. Damn, why the fuck is everyone looking over here? That girl -who I now know is Tifa, at least, that's what it says on her name-tag- comes over. Probably thinks I'm causing trouble or something. Not that I can say I'm not...

"Cloud? You're back?" She smiles, coyly. Or this girl is totally sprung on this boy and I just got my ass saved by the same boy who would've been the cause of my ass being same in the first place?There's always that.

"Hn." He shrugs. What's with his damn shrugging. Can he not speak? Does he not know that it's rude?

"How was your trip?" She sighs dejectly, fishing around in the shelfs inder the bar island, awaiting his answer, probably knowing she won't get a very elabprate one. Aw, poor thing! You give up too quickly!

"It was fine." Well, I guess it's time for me to jet. I gingerly start to slip out of my seat, hoping they wouldn't notice, but nooooooooo!!!!! A gloved hand catches my shoulder and I am once again stunned by this man's mezmorizing(3) red eyes. He lifts his unused hand and gently trails it along my left ear, making it twitch. Shit, I wince, I'm caught. The emotion in his eyes are so intense and I can hardly breathe. I can't even tell which fuckin emotion it is!!! The next thing he says surprises me and I can see an almost...sad look in his eye. Though the bar is loud, Cloud and Tifa are whispering to each other (obviously about me), I can still hear his whispered words.

"It's you." Like I said: Sometimes I think and right now? I think I've found someone who might be able to explain a few things. I opened my mouth to speak but the hand on my shoulder squeezes a pressure point and my vision blurs. And right before my visions completely darkens and I slump to the floor, I hear, again, the almost silent voice speak.

"Faytaliny..."

(1) deff. means definately. Just so you know

(2) I'm pretty damn sure that's not spelled right lolz

(3) Fuck, I'm a shitty speller

I have sooooo many run-ons in here. Kindly ignore them lolz

Alright dudes! Although, when I was typing this it, was planned as a chapter story, I don't plan on continuing. However, reviews are still appreciated and if I get enough telling me to continue, I will happily do so!!