Authors Note: I've been reading these Lighting/Fang stories and thought I'd write one of my own.
Chapter One: Shut up, Fang.
The thundering of her heart was loud in her ears as the footsteps and rusting of trees behind her came to a halt. This act was one normal people would have been relieved by. To them it might have been the sign that they were looking for. That they had indeed out ran the thing that hunted them. The young warrior removed the soft tuffs of light pink hair from her eyes. She concentrated on the area that surrounded her. She knew that silence only meant one thing. Her rival was on the prowl, shadowing her every move and waiting for her to make a mistake.
A blunder she couldn't afford to make. She had to get to higher ground if she had any hope of turning the tables on her persistent rival. The young warrior slipped her sword off of her shoulder and looked for a vulnerable building. She knew her time was almost up. The warrior she was anxious to come face to face with again would soon be upon her.
Hazy blue eyes scanned the surrounding area before closing. The young woman inhaled deeply and that's when she felt it with her senses the light panting of her opponent as they drew near.
The swoosh of the other warriors spear as it soared past where she's previously been standing told her that the race was on again. The weapon lodged itself into a tree and she pulled it out.
She heard a light growl and that was her queue. She jumped as high as she could. Her legs launching her above the tree's enabling her to get a good look around. She felt her accent began to slow. She lifted the arm that held the spear and with as much force as she could muster, without proper leverage, threw it.
The wooden weapon's soar was impressive as it cut through the air. She began her descent before she could begin to see it fall. She smirked. She could just sense the irritation that her predator emitted. She landed in one of the tree's knowing better than to step foot on the ground.
"Fetch," She told her enemy. Her voice was husky as she taunted the hidden being.
"With pleasure," Her stalker replied and before the light pink haired woman could blink strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her backward. The two fell heavily from the tree. The blue eyed woman landing on top. The grip around her shoulders slackened and she pulled herself away.
Standing up slightly she staggered back and glared at her opponent. Dark raven colored locks covered the woman's shoulders as they shook. The dark haired woman was laughing. She lifted her left hand and pushed her hair back from her face. Jade locked with azure.
"I didn't mean me, Fang," The standing warrior said pointedly. The scowl on her face produced more taunting chuckles from the other woman.
"I know," Fang replied standing up. She brushed the dirt from her clothes. The dark blue sash she wore was covered in grass stains due to their little game. She looked up at the sky and noticed it was growing dark. "You should get back."
"Don't," The shorter woman replied. The other woman had an annoying habit of telling her what she should do. Fang watched her as she shook her head in protest. The dark haired woman shrugged and turned in the direction in which the other woman had thrown her weapon.
"Lightning?" Fang called turning to look back at her over her shoulder.
She was gone.
Fang shrugged and began walking. Animals scurried past her as they heard her trudging through. She climbed multiple hill sides and plant life. It took her some time to find the discarded weapon. She growled lowly. The tip was in good condition but the wood was broken in three places. She'd have to give it to Lightning. The other woman had a great arm. It was well after dark now. She shivered quietly and adjusted her sash to provide her with some cover. As water droplets began trickling from the sky, Fang figured that wasn't going to be enough.
In her haste to capture the ornery woman, they made it a few miles too many away from camp in her opinion. There was no way she was going to crawl through the oncoming storm to make her way back to camp. She scoped out a tree that would provide her with plenty of cover and began to climb. Thunder sounded in the distance as she made herself comfortable in a little niche.
The wind picked up and she sat with satisfaction watching the night sky light up. Something below her caught her attention. Something was attempting to inhabit the same tree. Fang watched with interest as a fur covered creature made its way up.
"Stupid," The creature called Fang. It stopped once it reached her pushing her aside. The large fur item slipped off and revealed Lightning. The girl carried a pack and took it off her shoulders. She thrust it at the other girl who had no choice but to accept it.
Fang raised an eyebrow and opened the latched on the pack. She rustled around inside. There were dry clothing and foodstuffs.
"Lightning…"
"Shut up, Fang."
The raven haired woman knew better than to be a smart ass at this point. Instead she pulled out one of the dry dress items. She shook it out and set it down. While Lightning was preoccupied with making herself comfortable, Fang pushed the sash off of her shoulder and removed the short top she wore.
Lightning scanned the tree they were in and spotted Fang's broken tool. She grabbed it ignoring the half naked female behind her. She inspected the wood taking note of its characteristics. She put it back and without a word climbed out of the tree.
Fang pulled on a warmer piece of clothing and removed the rest of her sopping wet garments. She hung it out on one of the limbs. She felt slightly awkward in only a shirt as she snuggled into the warm furs that Lightning had provided.
She laid there munching on dried fruit for some time, wondering where the other woman had gone off to. The raven haired woman stayed up as long as she could before falling asleep waiting for her counterpart.
Lightening ignored the sopping wet feeling of her clothes as they rubbed against her skin. Her hair clung to her face but her eyes were squinted in determination. She climbed the next tree, slipping on its moss covered bark. Her hand slipped. She couldn't find a stabilizer and, like the tree was rejecting her, she fell. The feeling of hard rock's pressing into her back as she landed made her grown.
She looked up into the tall tree again and began with a new approach. She left the tree's trunk alone and pulled herself up on various limbs. She almost grinned when she found what she was looking for. She would have preferred for the branch she was about to steal to have already been on the ground, but the fresh limb was sure to have a pleasing feeling in Fangs hand.
"Forgive me," She whispered to the tree as it swayed in the winds of the storm. She pulled out her knife and went to work.
Fang arose early the next morning. The storm had passed leaving only wet terrain and chilling wind. She sat up from her niche and retrieved the sack. Lightning never did return. Fang slipped on the rest of her dry clothing and gathered her things. She wrapped them in the wet fur and removed the rest of the foodstuffs from the bag before slipping the furs inside.
The tall woman tossed the pack out of the tree and hopped out. Taking a good look at her surroundings, she saw footprints in the mud leading away from her tree, but oddly not toward camp. Fang felt something in her chest become unsettled. She didn't like it when Lightning left on her own. The light haired woman almost always met trouble that way.
She hitched the pack onto her shoulders and tracked the little trouble maker. Fang knew she wasn't trying to hide. Lightning was very skilled at disguising her tracks. She eventually found the young woman leaning again a large rock. She appeared to be humming lightly to herself as she made deep carvings into something in her hand. Fang crept closer seeing the shorter female more clearly.
"What do you have there?" Fang asked once she knew she'd been noticed. She recognized her blades on both ends. They glistened in the early morning light from a very recent sharpening.
Lightning stifled a growl at the blush she felt creeping up the back of her neck. Fang smiled as Lightning's cheeks became as pink as her hair. She held out the repaired tool. The carvings were finished. She'd spent more than half the night making it as perfect as she could. She wasn't an expert on making spears. They weren't nearly her weapon of choice.
Fang looked from the new spear to Lightning and back again. The other woman's craftsmanship was impressive. She stepped forward and took the outreached lance in her grasp. It was well balanced and light weight. The wood was strong. It felt of high quality and the boost in power from the carvings made her feel good. She twirled it before stabbing it into the earth.
"Thank you," Fang said. She locked eyes with Lightning and for a second she could see behind the steeliness of foggy blue eyes.
Lightning turned her face away and began walking toward camp. She didn't dare look into Fang's gaze. There was too much appreciation behind it. Seldom did she do anything out of guilt. Although it wasn't her intention, there had been no reason to damage the dark haired woman's spear.
They'd almost made it back before Lightning stopped. She looked up toward the sky and watched the local birds as they flew in formation. They continued on. Fang could eventually hear the giggles of one of their comrades.
"Fang," An accented voice called. "We'd thought Light had finally done you in."
The redhead before Fang grinned at her. She was a few years younger and only reached her shoulders. Lighting scoffed as she entered camp. She went over to her things and shuffled through them. She pulled out dry clothes and disappeared to change.
"How was sleeping out in the elements?" Vanille asked. She was as full of energy as ever. It appeared that none of the males were awake yet.
"Interesting," Fang replied. She chatted on more with the other woman. She set her pack down and pulled out the contents so that they could properly dry. Vanille helped her spread the fur over a large rock. She rang out her clothes and hung them over a tree branch.
Fang grabbed her newly handled weapon and figured that it would be an appropriate time to practice. Her old handle had groves for her fingers in it but the new one had natural curves in it and would lessen the stress on her hands and wrists.
She ran her finger over the blades nicking herself on the palm of her hand. She grasped the wood tightly.
"I hope it gets infected," Lightning remarked perching to watch.
"You look better. No longer are you a sopping puppy," Fang replied listening to lightning scoff. "How about we spar?"
Lightning pursed her lips in thought. She was tired and her senses weren't sharp. Perfect. She looked at Fang with a new sense of fortitude that made the older woman step back.
"You're on," Lightning grinned.
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