Well, I'm back, and its been awhile since I've posted anything on and it's high time I got back into the swing of things. So I present to you a Final Fantasy 13 Au, and I promise its not a highschool fic, seriously its not.
Rise of Ragnarok
Chapter 1: A Break from the Normal
Death swirled around her as she fought, trusty spear in her hand slicing through waves of enemies. A well timed turn, a flick of her wrist and at least three of her enemies met their demise. "Impressive, I didn't expect you to last this long with that injury." A woman dressed in a brown overcoat, and matching short skirt looked down at her. Her glasses reflecting the moonlight as she regarded the spear wielding warrior below her. The horde surrounding the warrior retreated slightly giving her a moment of respite and she noticeably sagged. One eye closing as blood trickled over it. "How long can you keep this up Fang?" the woman laughed cruelly lazily flicking her wrist.
The battle once again resumed and the brunette warrior slowly felt her body weaken. "Have fun Fang." The glasses wearing woman disappeared in a swirl of dark energy, leaving the blue clad warrior to her demise.
"Shit." Fang grumbled sweeping her spear over her head she brought it down knocking back a few enemies with the shock wave. Knocking another down with a wide horizontal sweep, she stumbled slightly from the effort it took. Her guard broken another dark clad figure surged forward sending a sword into her exposed stomach. Groaning Fang knew she was running out of time, knocking away the enemy closest to her she racked her brain for a quick spell to allow her to escape. With a faint smirk she held one glowing hand towards the air and screamed towards the heavens, "RUINGA." A flash of white enveloped the forest clearing.
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Smiling brightly, a young redhead made her way down a sidewalk, it was the first day of summer break and the music playing on her mp3 player was just right for the occasion. Heavy guitar riffs lifted into a slightly upbeat and poppy mix of overly happy vocals.
Rounding a corner she found herself walking alongside the city park, birds chirping happily and woodland animals darting in and out of the cover of foliage. She merrily skipped down the sidewalk thinking of all the things she was going to do today. Hangout with her boyfriend, hopefully trick him into watching a chick flick and maybe a stroll through the park bathed in twilight afterwards. She smiled to herself imagining the events in her head.
Her fluff laden thoughts were interrupted as she spotted someone leaned against a tree. A woman dressed in a ripped skin-tight, blue tee with equally ripped pants. "Is she a hippy? Maybe a hobo?" With the wild state the woman's hair and clothes were in that was the only possible conclusion. With mild disgust she noted the brown substance caked on the tan woman's skin.
But the closer the redhead got, the less it looked like the woman was sleeping peacefully. When the teen was within a foot of the woman, she realized something was very wrong, what had looked like mud was actually dried blood, and the woman's skin was marred with bruises and small cuts. Looking around the girl found herself eerily alone on the sidewalk, alone with an injured woman who was unconscious.
Crouching down she looked at the woman's face, hair that wasn't matted with blood hung loosely in her face along with the shade and sunlight casting swaying shadows on her visage, the red head blushed faintly and almost died when she noticed the small beauty mark under the brunette's right eye. "She's pretty…" the redhead breathed out unaware that she'd even said it out loud.
Reaching out a hand her fingers ghosted over the woman's cheek. The redhead jolted when an overly poppy tune abruptly destroyed the silence. Stumbling back from the unconscious brunette, she scrambled to pull out her cell phone.
"H-hello?"
"Vanille? Are you okay?" the redhead cast a worried glance over to the brunette, a low groan escaped her lips as she moved slightly, straightening out her leg.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a little…surprised is all."
"Oh, okay, well how close are you to the park?" Vanille cast another apprehensive glance toward the brunette.
"Umm, Hope, about that, I don't think I'll be able to make it."
"But why…it's our one month." Her boyfriend's voice went from normal into a slightly whiney and less than masculine pitch.
"I have something to take care of, it just came up. I'm really sorry, how about we reschedule for tomorrow?" The boy on the other side of the line sighed in resignation.
"Sure, I'm going to miss you though." The redhead hummed in agreement before wishing Hope a good rest of the day, and apologizing again.
"Heh, so was that your boyfriend?" A heavily accented voice drifted through the air and Vanille jumped once again in shock nearly dropping her phone. Turing around the teen saw the brunette grinning up at her left eye still shut from the caked on blood, but the other shone a clear emerald; a shade of green that matched her own eye color. Vanille nodded hesitantly. A chuckle escaped the brunette's lips and she immediately regretted it as pain ripped through her ribs. Vanille was once again at her side.
"Are you going to be okay? Do I need to call an ambulance or something?" Worry and sincerity evident in her tone.
"No, I'll be fine after a night's sleep, I just need a bit of help getting back to my apartment." The brunette attempted to stand with Vanille's help.
Hailing one of the many taxis that travelled through the city the duo found themselves in the backseat of the yellow cab zooming towards one of the few high rise apartments in the city. "So who are you exactly, you don't sound like you're from around here." Perfectly shaped pink lips curved into a smile.
"My name's Fang and I'm not, I just moved here a month ago. But what's your name gorgeous?" Vanille felt her face heat up once again.
"I'm Vanille...Dia." she added her last name for her own benefit.
"What a lovely name." It was a quiet whisper that Vanille barely caught over the thrum of the engine. When she cast a nervous glance in Fang's direction the woman was looking out the window as if she hadn't been exchanging words moments ago.
After a few seconds, her skittish glance had become a full blown stare as she soaked in the perfectly tanned woman in front of her, trailing down from Fang's face she saw her stomach was perfectly tone and the low rise of her jeans showed just enough of Fang's underwear to be sexy without looking scant.
"Like what you see?" another husky chuckle rang out and Vanille's face matched the color of her hair, eyes darting up she met emerald twinkling amusedly.
"I'm straight!" Vanille squeaked out.
"I know, it was a joke kid." Fang's voice held an underlining humor that made Vanille smile even if she was embarrassed. Looking down at her hands she wondered how she'd been caught staring, better yet why she was even staring in the first place. The rest of the taxi ride went without the two talking, Fang staring out the window uninterestedly, and Vanille fidgeting, hands pulling and twisting the fabric of her skirt in her lap.
The taxi pulled up to Fang's apartment complex, after paying the cab fee, the duo headed towards the elevator, with Vanille helping to keep Fang upright. The elevator ride was silent and for the first time since meeting Fang, Vanille distantly wondered how old the brunette actually was. Opening her mouth to speak, she felt the elevator jolt unnaturally and then continue on its track a couple more seconds until the doors slid open on Fang's floor.
Before she could ask what had just happened, Fang was limping out the door, finding her voice again Vanille called after her, "Fang, wait, you're still injured!" The brunette paid her no heed and the redhead found herself chasing after the older woman. "Fang what's wrong all of the sudden?" It was easy enough to catch up to her but she wasn't expecting the dark look she received.
"Leave, I don't need your help." Vanille had to fight the urge to recoil from her words. The accent that had been so warm and inviting when they first met was now filled with anger and was barely recognizable. The brunette took a few more stumbling steps before she cursed, "They're here…" The redhead barely registered the words when hell broke loose around her.
A door to her left burst open and creatures that should only exist in the nightmares of young children emerged from the wooden shrapnel. The monsters were solidly black, with white glowing eyes. With a slouched back causing its overly long arms to drag against the ground, legs bent in a predatory stance. One of the creatures cast a hollow look in Vanille's direction and she screamed, body frozen on the spot. The monster howled, an unearthly screech that made the redhead's blood run cold, and charged. Almost as if in slow motion the creature moved towards her arms dragging against the ground, and all too slowly she pulled up her arms to block her face as she stumbled backwards. Curling up into a ball she waited for the end, sending silent prayers that it'd be painless.
"Vanille!" The redhead opened an eye to see Fang fighting off the monster that had charged her. Knocking it away with a well timed spin of her black and red spear. "Run! Get up and run!" Scrambling Vanille got up and ran down the hallway eyes frantically searching for an escape. "Last door on the left!" the warrior's voice echoed in her ears, as she found the appropriate door.
Wrapping clammy hands around the doorknob she pushed inwards, it was locked, "Its locked!" she screamed over the sounds of the battle that was approaching her.
"I know I just needed you by a window." The underlining humor was back in Fang's voice as she scooped Vanille up, the redhead giving a startled yelp as she saw the black creatures once again charging for her. "Hold on tight kid." With a good meter to collect speed Fang launched towards the window, busting through the glass with trained ease. The duo seemed to glide through the air for a moment before gravity caught up with them and they began to plummet towards the Earth. Vanille was still screaming as they began their descent clutching onto Fang with everything she had and just as quickly as the descent started, it stopped and the rush of wind was gone, quickly replaced by a nice breeze. Vanille opened her eyes, not realizing she had squeezed them shut in the first place. The duo was on ground level again and Fang was carrying her.
"You okay?" Fang set the redhead down, Vanille nodded shakily as she looked around, no one was around, and it was unnaturally quiet.
"What's going on? Where is everyone?" I want to go home. Those five words screamed at her, made her want to run away as fast as possible.
"Do you trust me?" The brunette's words cut through the fear that had invaded her senses. Her brain told her not to trust the mysterious woman, every fiber of her being agreed with her. This woman oozed danger, danger she didn't want to get involved in. Faintly she realized this was the moment that transpired in all the romance action flicks she loved to go to. The moment the normal high school girl was given the choice of doing something great, or staying normal and living a boring life.
"I-I trust you."
As if on cue a screeching howl erupted and Vanille felt a strong tug on her wrist pulling her down the sidewalk. "I'd stop running if I were you, Fang." A chilly iciness filled the air as a swirl of darkness revealed a woman dressed in a brown overcoat with matching skirt. Her hair a sandy brown that also oddly matched her outfit. In one hand she held a device that looked like a cross between a baton and pointer that a teacher would use during class. Vanille gulped as Fang slid to a stop. "We need the girl." Huh? "Yes you ginger, like Fang over here you have an abnormally high level of Crystarium, enough to potentially bring back the Savior." Her tone was clipped and precise. "Now Fang, this doesn't have to be difficult, just hand her over and you can get back to your work."
Fang growled, "She is my work, you know that as well as I do Nahbaat. I'd die before I gave her up." Vanille blushed despite the serious situation she was in; no one had ever said anything like that in her defense. Not even Hope had claimed her like that.
Chuckling darkly, "Well I guess that leaves only one option." She brought her baton down with a sharp crack and the duo was surrounded by a wall of black bodies. "Have fun ladies." With fake cheer Nahbaat disappeared in a whirl of black energy.
"Shell!" A translucent honeycombed shield bloomed around them with a three meter wide diameter giving them a large circle of space to move around in. Vanille looked back at Fang, and she held back a startled gasp, the brunette was breathing heavily from excretion, hand clutching her ribs.
"Are you okay?" rushing to the woman's side Vanille caught her just as she toppled over. "Fang?" the brunette smirked in acknowledgment.
"Nothing a good night's rest can't fix." Laughing slightly she then turned serious, "You said you trust me right?" Vanille nodded quickly. "I need you to fight those things."
The redhead shook in disbelief, "I can't possibly-" Fang was quick to cut her off.
"You can, and I trust you to."
Shakily reaching up Fang passed her spear to Vanille, something in the woman's voice made Vanille believe she could actually do it. The moment the teen touched it, something changed in her, she felt like she was tuned into a power that she'd never felt before, "Just imagine yourself protecting the most important thing to you." Vanille let her eyes close as she pictured herself fighting though the hordes of monsters that surrounded her.
"I want to protect…" her hands started to tingle from the heat emanating from the spear, "I want to protect this new found friend…" Her hands were now on fire, but she couldn't let go of the spear, "I want to protect Fang!" Her eyes snapped open as the spear disintegrated into white and began spiraling around her.
The energy surrounding the duo was strong enough to cause the breeze to pick up making Fang's hair whip around and her clothes ripple with air, Vanille's clothes were in a similar state, the spiraling energy forming in her hand swirled and folded in on itself until it began to take shape. When the energy faded Vanille was standing with a moderately sized long bow in her hands. Here goes. She drew back the string and let loose. As soon as the white beam of energy left the barrier, it exploded into multiple arrows destroying anything in its path. Replicating her action every ninety degree turn, in four attacks she cleared the area of all the creatures. Smiling she sank to her knees next to Fang as the barrier around them dissipated into oblivion.
"Fang, I think it's over."
"Yeah you did it." Hearing the admiration in Fang's voice made Vanille's heart soar combined with the smile on the brunettes face she felt all the breath leave her lungs making her dizzy. With rapidly dimming vision she realized she was happy that she skipped her date with Hope. "Hey, stay with me, don't be a stereotypical school girl and pass out!" Fang's words went unnoticed as the redhead collapsed into well tanned arms.
Author's Notes: Yeah so, thats the first chapter of my new, hopefully, epic adventure. Actually this starts kinda slow...really slow...and if you read the whole chapter, thanks. But anyway I figure I should explain why I wrote this, I mean besides the obvious I had an idea speech. Like I totally had a whole nother FF13 fic in the works and I put it on the wayside for one reason...theres definately not enough Fanille floating around and I figured the world could wait for one more Flight fic, plus this has been pretty fun writting, like its been awhile since I've been this excited about writing a fic.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Rise of Ragnarok, and theres more to come, probably weekly since its the summer.