A Good Other

XV

"Relax, -----. I promise that all of us will make sure that ------ will be comfortable."

A feminine voice broke the tense air with never ending blue eyes stared, concern filled and swirled with the blue. A small frown line was prominent despite the encouraging grin glowing back.

A timid young teen stood next to a figure cloaked in light armor. There was a dazzling glow to the armor as it was lined with gold finishing. A long cape fluttered in a soft almost non existing wind. It confused her, everything was confusing to the young teen. 

She stared up to the figure beside her, the woman couldn't have been five years older.

[Colour] eyes glanced down and the young teen couldn't help but feel a small squeak dying in her throat. Even as six other people looked on, there was something about this woman right here that just seemed completely different than everyone else.

Timidly did the young teen glance out at everyone else, some of varying ages and genders. Each of them wore something different than the other. A common thing that she noticed happened to be gold trimming and  an aspect of white somewhere. 

A hand laid on her shoulder, it was warm, comforting. "Welcome home, ------."

...

Tifa watched as you spoke to a group of customers, one of the regulars that began to come every afternoon since you started. You laughed as some of them said something, Tifa could see a hopeful glint in their eye, they must've asked you to go out.

Deep down the bar owner hoped you said no, or anything to decline. After all you did look better with Cloud..

With a hip check, Tifa jostled oh so very slightly. Yuffie wiggled her eye brows. "You've noticed too, huh?"

Caramel-red eyes rolled ever so slightly. "Knock it off Yuff. People can change."

Yuffie pouted while partially paying attention to a bar order. The customer rambled on about his ex boyfriend or something along those lines. Typically she was all over gossip or heartbreak, but right now this felt more important. "But... don't you remember Tifa? [Name] was a terror a couple of years ago."

Tifa bit her lip unable to say anything back to Yuffie. It was true, just a couple of years ago before your disappearance you were a terror. 

You fought a lot with different people, either verbal or physical. Rarely did you socialize with anyone outside of university, the only reason you would socialize with peers was because you were forced to.

Then there was the Professor, Xehanort if Tifa was remembering correctly. You and the Professor would come in very so often and speak in the corner, folders and files spewed about with disregard for taking up more than one table.

She tried saying something once but the way that Xehanort stared at her, his amber eyes had a glow to them that she gave up. Never to try again.

Guilt chewed up Tifa's insides remembering the day that the news announced the disappearance of the Professor and you. So many people came through the bar talking about the topic, it went on for months. Everyone saying nasty things about both of you, some going as far that you eloped with the Professor.

Yet, she did nothing to shut anyone up.

Here you were now, it was more than a month and a half since you woke up without your memories. Completely different and getting along with everyone.

"Hey Tifa, are you all right?" 

You couldn't help but notice your boss beginning to space out, not usually how Tifa acts at work.  Innocently blinking Tifa broke out into a grin while rinsing off glasses. "Actually I was thinking about how we may decorate for Halloween."