It was one of the hottest summers in history. I remember I was eighteen back then; young and freshly graduated. I went by the nickname of "Tifa" but my father had a bad habit of calling me Babydoll as often as he could.
Not that I minded; I loved my father. I looked up to him, admired him and thought that there wasn't a single man out there in the world who was better. Some would have thought an entire three months spent with the family was boring but I couldn't have wanted anything more. Truth be told, I was looking forward to this vacation all year long. I could barely keep the stupid smile off of my face as we drove down the highway, window rolled down, book in my lap and the wind whipping my long hair around my face.
My sister, Yuffie, sat next to me in the backseat, adjusting her short and straight dark hair. She had lucked out and gotten my dad's hair; shiny, black and thick. It came as no surprise that she was always trying to perfect it because hair like that deserves nothing but perfection. She wouldn't even bring down her window; she was that focused on getting it right.
My father was driving the car with my mom at his side in the passenger's seat. They had the radio blazing old classic tunes and they hummed along with the catchy beat. Occasionally, his laughing eyes would meet mine in the rear-view mirror and we'd share a smile. And then he'd glance upon mother, nothing but adoration and love in the way he'd watch her, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips while she indulged in the music of her past. And then, like the good and safe driver he was, he'd go back to watching the road.
Even the radio hosts had nothing better to talk about but the pure laziness of this season and the heated romance it would evoke. I undid my seatbelt and leaned forward as far as I could get without hitting my head, wrapping my arms around my father who sat in front of me. I embraced him from behind and rested my head on his shoulder, smiling all the while and just enjoying the amazing weather.
We were going to be staying at the Shinra's infamous 'Midgar Flower' resort, where numerous activities abounded and a lot of fun was meant to be had. How couldn't I have been more excited?
It was a long drive, but a relaxing one and by the time we reached the place, I couldn't help but stare as all the people bustled about, already enjoying the start of their summer vacation. Lush green land surrounded a massive and beautiful building, the size of a small castle. Houses littered about; where we would be staying, I imagined. The beach was nearby, blue waters glittering like little jewels underneath the piercing sunlight.
There were tennis courts with people already playing, volleyball set-ups that were also occupied, and a whole lot more of recreational activities to be had. There were magnificent trees and flowers of different kinds planted about, making it look all the more natural and colourful. The Midgar Flower was already looking to be exactly like what it was supposed to be; a family oriented summer resort.
We found a parking spot amongst many others and people were already unloading their luggage from their cars. Busboys were running about, helping out with what they could while all the folks chattered and listened to their radios really loudly. Yuffie was the first out of our car. She looked around, a huge grin set about her youthful and pretty face. I started to notice a rather interesting trend; many of the families staying here were rich, loaded and very much high maintenance.
As if on cue, a busboy rushed past me, carrying a mountain of shoe boxes in his arms, and almost toppled over me while he dashed on. Yuffie watched him go and then leaned in to talk to my mother, "And here you said I had too much things! Half the women here brought their entire wardrobe! And all I really wanted to bring along was my trusty materia collection!"
From inside the car, my mother got defensive, rolling down her window and confronting an aggravated Yuffie, "Honey, what good would a materia collection do you anyways? We're here to have a good time, not to play around with useless little marbles! Besides, what if someone tried to steal them from you? I doubt your father is really going to go out of his way to get you more."
Yuffie stomped her feet in protest, "But mom! What if someone breaks into our house while we're away and steals them from me then?"
My father got out of the car, shaking his head ruefully while he decided to take control of the situation, "Yuffie, no one is going to touch your materia. I've made sure of that. And even if they did, it's hardly a big deal. If we're going to show so much concern, I'd say focus on something a little more important, like world hunger or the exploitation of mako energy from the planet."
I leaned over the car's hood and rested my chin on my arms before taking part of the teasing, "But you know, having your materia collection stolen would cause many children to go orphaned and hungry, am I right? Who cares about the planet, anyways?"
She turned on me, her expression uncaring and bored, "Oh, shut up, Tifa!"
I just smiled cheekily in her direction.
There was an announcement being made regarding chocobo racing and lessons about chocobo riding. The announcer went on to discuss the times and locations of each activity such as swimming with the hotel's very own trained dolphins, an art class, beach volleyball and so on. I wanted to do all those things and more. I was going to be taking advantage of every single activity I could, even if I was horrible at it. I guess you could say I was an extremely hyper teenager.
"Doctor Lockart!" A voice cried from the distance.
My father turned and smiled, crying out right back when he recognized the man, "Shinra!"
I turned my head in the direction that my father's name was called out in, and watched on as an unfamiliar older man approached my family. He was short, round in the middle and had a tuft of receding platinum blonde hair on the top of his head. He was also sporting a well groomed moustache that matched the colour of his hair. His aquamarine coloured eyes landed on my father with mirth, the corners wrinkling in response to his age; he was happy to be seeing him.
What I found astounding was that despite the heat and lovely weather, he was still dressed for business in a clean cut suit. I also took notice of another younger man following at his side, wearing a wide grin and a pretty spiffy Shinra jacket. He had jet black hair, spiked in all sorts of impossible directions and a cross shaped scar on his left cheek. His eyes were a shiny indigo blue when I looked at them, and they glowed with an unnatural light. Mako...
He easily towered over the shorter and plumper man next to him, and looked like he could lift him with a single arm. I wasn't going to lie; he was somewhat impressive. When Shinra reached my father, he extended his hand to him and they gave each other a strong handshake. Both looked truly pleased about this run-in.