A/N: This is my first attempt at FangxVanille. Bear with me! Also, how does a person go about getting a Beta? I think I really need one, despite my best efforts, there's so much to keep track of in the FFXIII universe, I miss stuff sometimes!
"I'll tear down the sky, if it'll save her." Fang said vehemently to Lightning. Fang did NOT mess around with Vanille's safety. She was the closest thing Fang had to family, and she meant it when she'd told Vanille she'd find her, wherever she went. Vanille's last plaintive words to her, "Fang, please! Don't leave me!" reverberated in her head on a daily basis. Damn, did it hurt. Vanille. Please,forgive me. She thought about their Focus. Or, at least, what they seemed to believe was their Focus. Ragnarok. Why did that name always send a shiver down her spine and cause her brand to throb, ever so slightly? Sheesh, wonder if I'll ever get my memory back.
All she could do is look forward. So that's what she did. A trek with this bunch cumulated battle after battle, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Seemed to her that building strength was a necessary part of toppling the Sanctum, and saving her girl from imminent execution. Vanille, stay safe. I'll be there soon...
All their lives they'd been raised together, as family, sisters orphaned by the horrible creature, Valefor, who wracked Pulse with a savagery as of yet unknown to them. But, oh, they knew too well now the capabilities of those vipers from above.
When they were first thrown together, as young children, Fang was the tough one, hardened by the loss of her parents, determined to look forward and avenge their deaths as soon as she was big enough, and strong enough. Vanille was a whimpering, shivering, fragile child. Fang should've been irritated and disgusted by such a show of weakness, but ever since those minty eyes met hers, burdened with fear, Fang had been overcome with a desire to hold her close and protect her.
Now that she was older (Fang'd just celebrated her 18th birthday, Vanille her 16th a few months before), that desire was starting to come out in other, more confusing ways. When she looked over at Vanille, sometimes she'd feel the urge to run her fingers through the strawberry curls. Or, at other times, a feeling of need would wash over her, something she was more accustomed to feeling about the strong men in her tribe, the ones that aggressively tried to break down Fang's defenses and get under her sari. I wouldn't let some foolish man have my innocence. Not when its the only way I know how to show Vanille I love her.