DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FINAL FANTASY OR THE CHARACTERS. I OWN THE THEMES AND THE WRITING.
Introduction.
Lightning sat at the table, her fingers drumming a continuous beat on the aged wood. Her ice cold blue eyes narrowed at the door. Serah was supposed to have been home three hours ago. Man, was she gonna get it.
A giggle. Lightning stopped the drumming and popped her knuckles. A man's voice. She stood up, one hand on her gunblade, just in case. The doors locked clicked, and in hopped Serah, followed by a tall man.
Wearing a goddamn coat.
Serah..." Lightning spoke, her voice cold. Her little sister had the man by the hand, beaming. "Light!"
She ran over to her, and Lightning took a step back. Lightning's eyes narrowed once more at the man. "A bit hot to be wearing that, isn't it?" She motioned a gloved hand at his coat and hat. Was that a scarf on his belt?
What the hell was wrong with this guy?
He chuckled, a low, deep, rumbling sound. Lightning was NOT amused. The woman looked away from him. "Serah Farron." Serah looked up at her. "You were supposed to be home three hours ago."
She looked slightly guilty.
"Sorry, Lightning..."
Lightning made a 'tsk' noise, and turned her back, walking away from them. "Who's your friend, Serah?" Serah opened her mouth to reply, but Snow was quicker. "Snow, Snow Villiers." He strode over and held out a hand for Lightning to shake.
Her only reply was to sigh and walk away.