A/N - My very first fic, please be kind. AU. OOC. ONESHOT.
- In this fic Lightning has a usually quiet and attentive attitude, but she can also be quite savvy, playful and flirty.

English? No, I speak Body Language.

She sat in the dim light with the guitar resting against her seat, the audible sounds of glass cups clinking together in good fashion and a hum of slow jazz music is often what she heard. In the room where she sat she could hear the mumbles of idle chitchat of the people around her. Across the room to the left she could see two older men, seeming to be around 65 years of age or older. One man had a clean shaven look, his hair beginning to gray, but neatly combed and parted to the side, dressed in a brown sports coat along with a brown pair of slacks. Meanwhile the other man had a rugged beard, his hair brown and trimmed short, he wore a long sleeved, wooly looking gray sweater and blue jeans. Both men had wrinkles engraved on their face as if they demonstrated the longevity of their life and the wisdom gained through it. By the way their bodies relaxed in the company of each other she could tell they were long time friends. She saw the genuine happiness in their smiles, saw the comfort they shared with one another through the small distance they sat from each other and finally she saw the trust that they had for one another in their eyes as they reminisced. The corners of her lips rose oh so slightly at the sight before her.

She turned her head to her right to spot a young man and woman around 20 years of age. The woman was quite beautiful. The woman had long brown flowing hair, large round hazel eyes and a petite face. She wore a pale pink summer dress that hugged her form due to the black velvety looking belt she wrapped around her waist. The dress hung off one shoulder revealing a smooth, tanned and soft to the touch neck. The man had a very lean built to him; he sported a black blazer with jeans. His medium length brown hair was slicked back which showed off a dominant jaw line. If anything this man was quite handsome. Unfortunately the woman seemed to think otherwise; for her body was tense her arms were folded showing obvious discomfort. The woman eyes clearly expressed irritation; her lips formed a thin line, if not a frown. All this came oblivious to the man. He, on the other hand was very… forward and … extremely touchy feely. Woefully ignorant as he was the spectator couldn't help but let out an undetectable chuckle. Poor guy she thought looks like he won't be getting any action tonight.

Getting bored she panned away from the 'not so cute, not actually a couple' couple. Scanning the pub she spotted a man even farther to the right in front of her. He had dark jet black spiked hair and midnight blue eyes that were staring off into the distance. The aura around him was dark, mysterious but strangely very alluring. Quite the looker, she thought as she continued to watch him. For a moment, just for a single brief moment an expression of sympathy flashed in her eyes. Hmm… too bad … what a shame. His posture was bad, shoulders hunched forward and back rounded*. She looked down to his legs ankles crossed*. She looked back up to his head neck craned out sticking forward*. Interrupting her gaze a waitress walks up to this mysterious man and asks for his order. As he ordered she could barely hear what he said to the waitress. Mumbling*. As the waitress takes her leave the spectator gets up from her seat and strides over to the man.

She sits down in the seat in front of him. An expression of surprise riddles his face before he turns his head down as if finding a sudden interest in his shoes. Cute she thought tilting her head to the side.

"I- is there uh.. anything I can uhm .. help you with?" He asks still looking at the floor. Avoiding eye contact*.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Uh.. it's..it's Noctis" he answers.

"That's an interesting name, it means 'of the night' in Latin right?"

"Yeah it does" At this moment he sluggishly poured himself a glass of water. "Would you like a glass?" he offers her tilting the jugs towards her glass.

"Yes, thank you" she replies, a subtle smile gracing her lips. Slow movements*. She takes a sip from the glass; she does not place it back on the table. Instead she places her elbows on the table one hand swirling the glass clockwise inches above the table the other hand cupping her face while she eyes the glass.

"So what's got you down in the dumps Noctis?"

In that instance a genuine smile appears on his face. "Hm? What are you talking about?" He asks, still smiling.

"That's pretty good Noct, you must've been working on that smile for some time now huh?"

His smile fades, but he is reluctant to give up. "I don't know what you mean."

"This is probably none of my business, hell I shouldn't even care. I suppose I just wanted to know what's got such a good looking man so …depressed" With the final word she looks up at him and as does he at her.

He scoffs then smirks "Damn.. you're reading me like an open book. My friends always fell for it, but you … so easily saw through it. How fucking funny is that?" He grits his teeth clenches his fist and closes his eyes.

"..How, how do you know?" he questions.

"Y'know Noct your smile is good, I'd give it an A plus. So by 'how do you know' do you mean what gave it away? It was your eyes." He looks up at her questioningly. "What you don't believe me?" she sighs and places her glass down. "A fake smile like yours is well defined only in the mouth region, the entire top half of your face is left vulnerable, showing the feelings you were trying to hide. Your smile…it wasn't apparent in your eyes. Let me tell you something, you can give me the biggest smile you got but when your eyes are left unchanged then to me you might as well be frowning." He contemplated her words.

"My eyes huh.. I would've never guessed"

"So?"

"So ..?"

"You haven't answered my question Noctis"

" Hm?...oh…." Noctis inhales and exhales deeply trying to think of what to say. Unbeknownst to him his breath was held for five seconds to long showing his unwillingness to talk. She also notices his demeanor.
" Actually never mind Nocty, it was rude of me to intrude. Sorry" She interrupts his breathing as she begins to leave the table.

"W-wait!" Noctis grabs her hand before she could leave. She looks back at him with her lips partly open and an eyebrow arced. "Your name! What's your name?"

She gives him a simple smile, true yet simple. "It's Lightning, but call me Light"

"Light .. uh .. if possible, would you hear my story?"

"With pleasure" Lightning sits back down as he gives a shy grin, a grin cute enough to make any woman's heart flutter. A light blush is dusted across Lightning's face. Noctis soon after begins to blush seeing as his hand is still clutching onto Lightning's. He wails and lets go abruptly.

"S-sorry!"

"It's fine"

"..."

"..."

"haaa.. I don't even know where to start. This'll take long, you sure you want to hear it?"

"If I wasn't sure then I wouldn't of asked." she replies calmly and patiently.

"Right... okay... In my Family I was an only child, I... uh always admired my father and cherished my mother. We were like any ordinary happy family. One day though my mother got unbelievably sick. She was bedridden for the past five years, she couldn't leave the house, she couldn't even tend to the garden that she loved so much. W-we hired a caretaker to look after her while my father and I were out... The caretaker said that she looked so miserable when we weren't there." His breath hitched but he continued on. "It killed me to hear that, it really did. She was suffering so much, living with so much pain everyday for five years and I couldn't do anything. So...uh... three weeks back my father and I were at her bedside. She told me that she loved me and that she always would. She said she was happy, happy that she was able to watch me grow up. What I don't understand though is that she told me-... she told me not to cry when she was gone, but she also said... that she would rather die than to only have a life. She told me to please understand and with that she… passed." He looked up at Lighting. His eyes were watery. Lightning matched his gaze; in his eyes she saw regret, sadness and anger. He was hurt and broken. "What did she mean by that Light? I don't understand. I just don't understand. Did she mean that she wanted to leave us? That she chose death over seeing us? That she wouldn't care if her death broke the relationship that I had with my father?" His voice grew desperate. "Please… tell me what she meant Light."

Lightning sat back in her seat, eyes closed and began contemplating to herself. She straightened her stiff back and rolled her neck to get comfortable, she relaxed her body once again. When Light opened her eyes once again. Noctis was hypnotized by the deep azure color of her eyes.

"Noctis tell me what it means to have life and to live."

"We-ell it probably can't be too much of a difference right?...You need to have one in order to have the other. To have life is to be alive and to live is to…well live"

"That's correct...I guess...to a certain degree at least. Noctis to have life means that your heart is beating, that you are breathing, that your blood is pumping. To live on the other hand is to have goals, have fun, and strive to achieve, overcome trials, explore, and find your purpose in this world. When you truly live you experience all the world has to offer, whether it be positive or negative. That Noctis is the thrill of what it means to live. What you mother meant was that if her entirety of living revolves around not being able to leave her house and to be stuck in her bed all day then she would gladly welcome death. You said so yourself Noct, she was going through excruciating pain. Also I believe that she firmly believes that her life's goal was complete, that's why she was able to let go of her life."

"What was it?" he whispered.

"You, it was you. Noct, her life's goal was to have a child with the man she loved and to be able to raise him with all the love she could possibly give. Every parents dream is to be able to see their son or daughter grow up to be both happy and healthy. Your existence itself completed her life so that she can rest easy in the afterlife. Understand Noct?"

As realization struck him, a warmth filled Noctis' soul. His mother's last 'I love you' rang in his ears. I love you too. A sincere smile danced across his lips. His eyes lit up as if all the pent up emotions keeping him down were unshackled. Noctis felt light, so incredibly light. He adored this feeling. With the sorrow now vanishing he only had one person to thank and that person was sitting right across from him. He looked at Lightning, not like before. This time he looked at her seeing what he was to blind to see before. He saw her heart shaped face, her pink hair that favored to trickle down one shoulder over the other. He saw her eyes that saw through all of his lies and hardships. He saw her lush, full lips and her small framed body that also had a athletic build to it. He continued to stare but to his disappointment he couldn't see what she was like in her mind, he couldn't decipher who she was and why she was so amazing to him. He took her right hand and brought it his lips.

"Thank you"

Light coughed softly in hopes to shrug off the unexpected gesture.
"It's fine." She said.

"Uhmm…"

Noctis looked up to see a very embarrassed waitress holding his order.

"H-h-heres your order sir."

"Oh…thanks" he managed to say suddenly getting red due to his very bold and intimate gesture.

As the waitress sauntered away the scent from Noctis' meal wafted towards him alerting his senses and triggering a grumbling from his stomach ordering him to eat since he remembered that he did skip out on meals. Lightning watched him with a little smirk, holding back a laugh. He looks like a five year old eating his special birthday breakfast. Noticing that more and more people were filtering in through the door she looked at the clock. It's almost seven already huh.

"Hey it's probably about time that I left" Lightning said as she began to get up.

"fhemn fmph mn mnhp fhmo aphrn?" Noctis muffled out.

Lightning laughed a soft laugh "Pardon me?"

Gorgeous, he thought. He gulped.

"When will I see you again?" Light grinned and paced over to his seat.

"I play here every Thursday at seven" With that she planted a short and sweet kiss on his temple. Noctis choked on his food as the blood rushed to his cheeks. He looked as Lightning walked away with a very enticing sway of her hips and a playful smirk on her lips.

She sat back down where she once was and picked up her guitar. When she strummed her tune, her song and everybody listened. It was she that was in the spotlight now. During this time she no longer observed people, instead she was the one to be observed and so she presented herself as a indifferent young woman that radiates confidence, because that's what she wanted others to think of her. If only they knew…

Her name is Lightning. She does not speak much, but she didn't have to. If she wanted to know about the people in her surroundings she would simply watch. No words are necessary for her language, for she specializes in reading body language. Every Thursday night she would sit quietly and inspect the lives of others. Every so often she would reach out and help the said people. This was her life. The only life she came to know and love after losing all that she once cherished before. Even after that fated day, every Thursday as she stared at the crowd in the pub playing her rhythm she would never fail to notice the head of spiky black hair with mesmerizing dark blue eyes accompanied with a warm, loving smile. Yes, this was her life and she loved it very much.

A/N- To those who are wondering yes Noctis was depressed after losing his mother. As for the *asterisks* after a couple of Lightnings thoughts as she observes Noctis (in the third paragraph and onwards) here are the reasons why those gestures are important.

shoulders hunched forward and back rounded*- Often when we see this action we associate it with someone being exhausted or just moping around. Although this could just be a hazard it could also be a sign of depression
ankles crossed* - An unconscious action/behavior, usually a sign of anxiety or away to keep their guard up or to protect their body.
neck craned out sticking forward* - Normally seen in dogs as a sign of submission or giving up. When a dog is seen doing this then it is offering one of its most vulnerable body parts showing that it is not a threat. This behavior is applicable to humans as well.
mumbling* - Usual people who mumble are not used to being heard, lack confidence, are used to being ignored.
avoiding eye contact* - Usually means the person may have low self esteem
slow movements*- Signs of lacking enthusiasm and energy. Can also mean that the person is not eating proper meals.

Since Lightning does not usually speak to much I picture her as a very keen observer that would be able to notice every gesture and movement and so I wanted to try to write her with such insight. Thank you for reading!