Why hello there fellow readers! I know what you're thinking, surfing plus the cast of Final Fantasy XIII, along with crazy summer flings and all that lovin'. Not to mention Cloud Strife as a cameo :D, along with free drinks and a nutella sandwich I have prepared personally! (scratch that last part). What could possibly go wrong? The only way to find out:
Read on, my pretties! Read on!
This story is very loosely based on the film Blue Crush, and will not feature any of the characters or themes from the film. I am also not posting this as a crossover, mainly because the fanfic is 99% XIII, with the remaining 1% being Cloud Strife. Enjoy!
I do not own Final Fantasy XIII, Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII, or Blue Crush
Chapter I: Double Overhead
"Hey there surfer, if you're looking for a good day to catch some rockin pipes, this'll be your day. We've got some big ones out there, and the sky's looking to be a fine blue, so get your boards out there and catch some wicked surf—"
The click on the phone beeped off as the hand holding it released its grip and placed the receiver back on the fat line it relaxed on. Stretching her arms behind her head, the tan raven-haired woman walked groggily through the sea-shack that was her home towards the doorless opening that led out to the beach.
Stepping onto the back porch, she glided down the broken steps to the border of trees that acted like a fence before the sands of the beach, rubbing her eyes profusely. She grabbed a plank of wood boarded to a tall leaning palm tree, and then grabbed the next, stepping up the boarded staircase to the tree. Hanging on a nail hammered to the slick bark, a pair of binoculars hung casually on a piece of thread, soon finding themselves in the hands of the tired woman. She gazed through the binocular lenses halfheartedly, never spotting a single good wave on the coast, let alone any waves at all,
"Of course the damn Wave Guru wakes me up at three in the morning to tell me there's some wicked waves out there. 'Good waves' my ass." She put the binoculars back on their hanger, but remained on the plank steps a bit as she watched the small and simple waves roll in,
"Maybe the Break's got some surf…" she pulled out her cell phone and began to dial a number lazily, her beautiful highlighted dark hair blowing lightly in the coast's breeze.
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riiiinnngg-riiiiinnngg.
The sound of a male groan erupted from under a strange tarp on the sandy beach as it began to move like an animal. A click emitted from the covering as a voice replied into the cell phone,
"Damn woman, do you even know what time it is?" the man threw the tarp off of him as he poked his blazing hair carefully, making sure not to mess up the strange mohawk.
"What's the status?" the woman on the other line completely ignored his remark and replied bluntly.
Popping his back and shoulders as his dark chestnut skin flexed marvelously, the tired surfer slowly got to his feet as he finally opened his groggy eyes. And suddenly, they got wide,
"Holy sh—urf," the man corrected before he cursed.
"What?"
"You better get down here, Fang."
"What?" the woman became irritated with the vague answer she was hoping to receive.
The man couldn't get over what he was witnessing. Perfect pipe was so rare nowadays. The wave rose up like a dark blue beast, curling downward towards the water's surface, and landing with a crash grumbling into the coast like a feral behemoth.
"It's perfect pipe. Double edge." A silence laid between them before the voice on the other line replied
"Thanks G-man." Fang said with an almost disbelief tone, still trying to grasp the fact that it was perfect conditioning for the surf.
She closed her phone as she gazed off into the blue horizon, the small measly waves washing up on the shore as a grin spread across her face.
With a raspy breath, she took a great leap into the sand below her as she headed back into the house with a quick and purposeful step.
Entering the only bedroom in the house-shack, Fang walked up to the one occupied bed against the wall, throwing her hands on the back of a sleeping red-head,
"Hey, 'Nil." A groan was her only answer as she shook the girl's shoulders lightly.
Rolling her eyes, she leaned down to whisper into the girl's ear,
"It's perfect pipe."
Not a second later as Fang had already walked out of the room, a head of messy hair sprung up from the dented pillow, a 'would have been excited if she wasn't still half asleep' face appeared on the younger woman's face,
"What—"
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**Could You Be Loved by Bob Marley
The sun finally began to rise on the waves of the Pacific Ocean, but the blue haze was still settled down like the sands. Fang gave the gas pedal a push as Could You Be Loved by Bob Marley blasted from the speakers of the car as the two girls drove at a soaring speed down the vacant, winding road, the boards on top seeming to almost fly off completely on every turn. The tropical trees and mountains in the distance on the driving side flew by in a beautiful blur as the car sped down the road, soon reaching its destination.
The car skidded to a halt in front of a nice beach-front house similar to the girls' own seaside shack. The red-head sitting in the passenger seat stuck her whole body out of the car window as she cupped her mouth,
"Hey sleepy-heads! Lebreau! Get your boards up, we're heading down to the surf!" she grinned widely as she shouted at the sleeping house.
The woven door of the shack opened with a loud creak as a girl in purple underwear and a frilly bra walked angrily, yet groggily towards the parked car,
"Do you all even know what time it is? I've got a killer headache, and I haven't had a hangover this bad since Gadot's last Rock Bash, and—" the black haired, mostly naked girl droned off as she stared confusedly at the red-head, who was happily smiling like a maniac directly at the puzzled woman. The girl's mouth hung open as she turned her head to look at Fang in the driver's seat,
"Why's she looking at me like that?"
Fang smirked with her eyes half closed, turning her head in a pivoting motion to look at the unembarrassed girl,
"We got Double Edge."
Silence hushed the three girls for almost a minute, each wearing a crazy expression, save Fang.
With her mouth still hung open, and her eye twitching profusely, Lebreau held her pose casually. She coughed intentionally and turned slowly back towards the house, taking a deep breath as she closed the door behind her,
"MAQUI! YUJ!" from that point on everything was chaos, screams and cries coming from within the open-aired shack, including rustling and shattering of who knows what.
Fang looked towards the ocean with a small grin, her bones ached to surf on those ripping curls. She turned her attention back to the car as she twisted the keys and heard the engine roar to life. The bellow of the car reminding her of the sound of the crashing waves in the near distance.
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With a quick jerk of the keys, the car's engine died down, but the roar of the ocean waves still sounded in the air. The thud of car doors closing emitted from the parking lot as small groups of people grabbed their boards and headed towards the water, Fang's gang following in suit. They grabbed their respectable tankers, and the girls began to strip of their 'land' clothing into their colorful bikinis.
As they got their stuff together, two male surfers made their way towards the group of five,
"Girl, I was wondering when you'd get here." The muscular, dark skinned man bellowed as he put his elbow on the paint-scraped car.
The others ignored him with smiles, and so did Fang, but she went to the trouble to at least reply,
"Easy, Gadot, I had to pick up the kids." Fang threw her shirt back into the car, revealing a black tinted bikini top.
"Hey!" the three surfers, Maqui, Yuj, and Lebreau cried in perfect sync. Vanille giggled as she grabbed her yellow board.
Another large giant followed up from behind Gadot, a black beanie worn on top of his blonde-haired head. His gorgeous smile swooned most girls, but being oblivious to flirtatious behavior pushed dating from his schedule, which didn't help keep the beach babes away,
"Fang, Vanille! Didn't know you barreled down here." He grinned at both girls, giving a high five to Maqui, the young sixteen year old shoving his darker board under his arm.
Vanille rested her arms on the car's chipped hood as she smiled back at the gentle giant,
"Nah, but who wouldn't want to with this killer surf?" Everyone turned their heads to see a massive wave break into the coast, a surfer unfortunately going down with the wave. The group gasped and 'oooh-ed' as they watched with pain, but things like that happened all the time, so their worry washed away without a sweat.
"You still up for walking through the backdoor?" Gadot chimed in as he glanced over at the two Aussies, using 'walking through the backdoor' as an alternate term for pipe surf.
The girls let out their held breaths with ambiguous faces, but Fang turned to the man with a confident smirk,
"Dude, I eat waves for breakfast. I can take this shit." Her accented voice was edged in toughness, following with the woman putting her hands on her hips with a sassy hair flip.
"Alright. Let's see what you can do, ozzie girl—" the flaming-haired man said deeply in a playfully manner as he and the woman began to stride down to the beach, the tan female wrestling with him humorously.
The blonde broskie watched the two with a laugh, not prepared for a yellow 'gun' board to be flung into his muscular arms as he caught it clumsily,
"You just gonna sit there like a buoy, or you headin to the surf?" the crimson-pink haired eighteen year old stared up at him with a sweet grin, her beautiful green eyes gleaming in the sunless air. Her green and pink bikini top cutely decorating her beautiful light skin.
The guy gave a fake punch to Vanille's shoulder as she laughed, stealing her board back from him as she headed off with the rest of the group who had already made their way down to the front coast.
Grabbing his own board, a darker gun with blue teeth-stripes decorating it, the surfer gaited across the sandy beach and towards the shoreline. A gregarious smile was painted on the rugged blonde's face as the seven surfers jogged to the blue ocean.
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Earlier that morning
The navy blue mist of the ocean hovered aimlessly in the pretty, yet simple beach house, as it entered through the doorless entryway. The lack of sunlight made it much easier for the pink-haired girl to sleep in bed. Her beautiful face was tucked away in the many sheets that covered the mattress, and her crystal blue eyes remained shut in a serene slumber, deep in a locking sleep.
A small creak emanated from the wooden boards on the floor outside the room, the door to the girl's room left open for air and for hearing people trying to sneak out. Setting her dainty foot down on the boards again, a smaller girl with similar hair attempted to creep her way past the door to her sister's room. A painful look appearing on her face with every creak, but as she peaked her head into the open room her sister was still sound asleep curled into a ball. With a sigh of relief, she set continued her trek across the hallway before a stern and dangerously low voice called out,
"Serah."
The girl twitched in fear as she pouted before turning to her older sister, who still remained in bed,
"Y-Yeah?" she squeaked.
"Where are you going?" her emotionless tone made Serah worry, but in a calm attempt she replied with a stronger voice.
"To the Break. It's supposed to be perfect pipe."
Silence fell upon the two siblings as Serah waited patiently for a reply, be it good or bad. She continued to curse in her head as she looked down at the floor with a pungent expression, her ice blue eyes filled with doubt. A sigh escaped the older sister's mouth,
"Be back in time for dinner."
First, a surprised look overcame the younger girl, but it was quickly replaced with a gleeful smile as she spoke with a soft voice.
"Thanks, sis."
A stray hand lifted from under the covers as it waved in a tired manner, spurring another grin from the pink-haired girl, who was now making her way towards the back door.
Jumping over the steps that lead down from her house, she quickly threw her hair into a side ponytail, swung a nice canon camera over her shoulder, and jumped onto her bike, quickly pedaling down the road to the nearby shore.
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**Cruel Summer by Blestenation
**Jetstream by Doves
A wave splashed harshly in the rugged blonde's face, but the surfer quickly brushed the pain off as he continued to paddle out towards the wave break. There were tons of surfers around them, but most were newbies to this beach, so the main gangs still had their own waves blocked by their friends.
A giant hollow wave began to rise in front of him with a menacing growl, but the blonde man quickly duck dived under the monster as it rolled him down his back. Resurfacing with a raspy inhale of breath, the brosky shook his head and hair, surprised that his beanie hadn't fallen off yet.
"Hey Snow, waves too rough for ya'?" the darker woman turned around on her board to shout at him, the tattoo on her arm rippling on her muscle.
"Not a chance—" just as he replied, another wave smacked his face causing Fang to laugh.
He shook it off as he finally reached the wave point where a ton of surfers were wading on the surface, each waiting for a wave to snag. Taking this pause in wave activity to his advantage, Snow caught his breath as he began to chat with the other surfers around him. He gazed out towards the horizon as the sun began to rise over the waves, creating an orange atmosphere to set it. He didn't even notice another wave had come.
The roll of water beneath the surfaces began to rise ahead of them into a huge barrel, and Fang shouted with all her might after the wave,
"You got it, Vanille!" multiple whoops and cheers echoed from all around as the sole surfer girl paddled her way up the wave. Then, like a feather from a bird, she dropped onto the wave's current, and made her way down the pipe in a diagonal line. She stuck her left hand out as she grasped the left-hand wave smoothly, the water above her beginning to form a funnel. Shouts from the beach resonated as the girl surfed the beautiful wave, a smile of total bliss taking over her face. Every other sound was blocked out as she rode the wave, the crashing water the only echo in her ears.
On the beach front, a camera flashed capturing a beautiful snapshot of the wave and its rider. Serah lowered the camera from her eyes as she watched the wave in awe,
"What a wave…" then the crash of the falling beast roared against the beach, the surfer making her way out of the tunnel just in time. Her ice blue eyes sparkled in the burgundy sunlight before they were covered up by the camera again to snap some more shots.
After watching his friends and other surfers go a few times, Snow had a grin growing on his face before Gadot knocked it off of him with a huge smack to the back. Turning to his friend with a smirk, Snow rocked the flaming mohawk's board,
"Hey man, that was some sweet barreling out there!" Snow said with a booming voice, but Gadot quickly waved off the compliment before raising his hand behind him.
"Come on boss, you need to get in there. Look, we'll block this next one for you." He turned to point at a hill of water coming in a few hundred feet away.
With a quick 'thanks', Snow grinned even wider and gave the darker surfer a high-five shake. They both began to paddle out to open sea with a few others joining in from Gadot's loud whistle. He turned to the strangers and newbies outside of their group and shouted with a deep-toned voice,
"Alright guys, the boss-man here wants this here wave, so don't let me catch any of you snakin' it, ya'?" the other surfers relaxed on their boards, obviously not going to steal the wave from Snow.
As the behemoth approached, the group of guys including Snow and Gadot turned full 180's as they paddled like mad away from the wave. Whoops and cheers roared from the gang, as Fang and Vanille watched with humorous faces. Breaking off quickly, the boys left Snow alone to catch the wave for himself, and Gadot slowed to a stop as he felt the wave rumble under him.
The wave caught up to the muscular surfer as he paddled with incredible strength, but as soon as the wave broke the blonde quickly leaned up onto his board to ride the wave. He turned right immediately as the water formed into a right-hander, where the surfer's right hand gripped the inside of the wave, and zoomed down the wall of water in a bumpy ride. Finally finding a balance point, Snow leaned down a bit as the funnel began to form around him, as did a smile on his face.
Distracted by two taps on her shoulder, Serah turned around to see two random people smiling at her,
"Hey! Can you take a picture of us?" the two girls grinned crazily as Serah fumbled out a response.
"Uh, sure. Why not?" she grinned softly as she waited for the girls to stand on the beach in front of the surfer riding the pipe wave patiently.
As the two posed, Serah quickly snapped a photo of the two before her eyes slowly widened. The camera leisurely lowered itself from her eyes as the young eighteen year old watched the wave in awe. The blonde surfer running the barrel so smoothly, as if he were hovering above the water; her mouth gaped open as the camera in her lowered hands made a snapping noise as she accidentally clicked the capture button.
Snow continued to surf on the water with a grin on his face before turning his head to the left to see someone take a picture of him. He made a bigger smile before actually recognizing who it was that took the picture of him. As he focused in on the camera, he followed the delicate hands holding it up to the face of its beholder. His eyes found themselves locked as his entire body relaxed at the sight of the pink-haired girl, her cute skirt ruffling in the wind with her crystal blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
He felt locked in a trance as he stared at the girl before he felt a knock on his board causing him to jerk back in response. Quickly looking down at his board, which was being struck by stray water, he regained his footing on the gun before falling back into the wave, swiftly exiting the pipe and out onto the sand bar.
After standing up and jogging as best he could out of the shallow drop, Snow made his way onto the beach with a smile, the board under his arm. Serah turned to see him approach her with a grin, but a large blush crept up her cheeks as she realized just how muscular he was up close. Wiping the wet fair hair out of his eyes, the burly giant managed to spit out a few words… word,
"Hey."
"H-Hi."
Both stood in silence for a minute before Snow intervened with a quick cough,
"So, um, you a photographer?" was his best attempt.
"You a surfer?" she said with a smirk, the sass in her tone easing Snow's nervousness.
"Ha, yeah, it's just for fun really. You surf?" He smiled sweetly at her as the girls from before squealed annoyingly before running off.
"Y-yeah, just a little." She stuttered as she heard the rumble of an incoming wave.
"That's cool! So, do you wanna come catch some pipe? I got some friends that'll block for you, and they're good with strangers, so don't worry bout' being the newcomer." His charming smile was incredibly tempting, but the young girl tried her hardest to resist the enticement—
"Oh no, I mean, I'd love to, but I just moved here and I don't have any boards." Yes! Target avoided—
"No worries, I got another gun if you don't mind the style." Crap…
"O-oh." Serah tried her hardest to come up with another excuse, but nothing was coming to mind.
"So, you up for it?"
Serah glanced behind the blonde to watch a massive thirty-footer roar from the ocean and crash into the lava rocks beneath the water's surface. At least ten surfers went down with the beast, along with a guy straggling his way out of the water with a bloodied scar across his face.
Serah gulped before turning back to the attractive surfer,
"A-alright."
With a whooping cheer, Snow began to head over to his car to get the extra board leaving a petrified Serah Farron to stare profusely at the monstrous waves causing her mind to fill with worry and fear. She slowly removed her clothes to reveal a cute bikini, but her thoughts were roaring like the waves crashing into the shore,
Graaah! Why'd the guy have to be such a charmer! I never should have come here. Now I have to surf the hardest waves in the world, when I haven't even surfed a single day in my entire life! I mean, it can't be that hard right? Float on water, get on board, ride wave without falling into water with sharp rocks. Maaaan, what have I gotten myself into—
Her thoughts were cut off as the blonde surfer ran up to her with another board,
"You ready?" his smile brightened the whole world up, but Serah was still stuck in the small pit of darkness.
"Hahahahahaaaaa, you kidding? I was born ready!" she laughed crazily as she grabbed the board with shaking hands from the confused twenty-one year old.
He watched her as she made her way down to the water on wobbly knees, still laughing like a maniac as people began to stare at her. A huge grin played on his face as he followed behind her,
"Man, the confidence is glowing from her! She's one serious pro."
Serah stopped at the edge of the water as she looked into it with a grimace. Taking a deep breath, the young girl continued into the blue abyss before the water swashed up against her hips. Snow began to paddle towards the group of floating surfers as he directed her with a wave of the hand,
"You okay back there?"
Serah set the board down in the water and slowly set herself on top, almost falling over a good ten times,
"Y-Yeah! We're good! We are sooooo not good…" she mumbled the last part before reaching her arms into the water to paddle, but for some reason the surfboard wouldn't move. She began to flail her arms wildly in the water as she continued to whine in place, before a hand lifted the entire board with her on it.
Serah almost screamed as she was raised into the air by Snow's muscular arm, who was smirking with a sympathetic grin,
"You were on the sandbar."
Serah propped her head on to her open palm as she stared at the broskie with an unamused face,
"I know."
So! There's the first chapter of this crazy fic! I hope you all enjoyed it, and if so, I hope you keep reading :3
Also, there will be quite a bit of surfer lingo, so if you ever have a question leave it in a review, and I will post the Q&A on the next chapter! I have also put in a fansoundtrack in the midst of the chapters, so if you wanna get in the mood, feel free to listen, but if YOU have a suggestion as a good song to listen to, leave it in a review or pm me as well :)
With relationships of the characters, I must assure you that I don't plan to make it a "a love at first sight" kind of deal. More of a "crush at first sight" ;D. There will be relationship build-up...and some FLUFF x3
Until next time... :3