A/N: Well, I wanted to write a Final Fantasy XIII fanfic, even though Narcissist recently published one (I wanted to write this before then).

I had this brilliant idea (okay, so maybe it's not all that brilliant…) to write a Sazh x Lightning fanfic. I don't think I've ever seen a pairing for them which is kind of surprising and kind of…not surprising… They're the first Characters to step on the scene, remember? Well, enough with my banter; enjoy while I corrupt your pretty little minds with Slight/Sight. XD

I use both of them for point of views.

Sazh's PoV

That girl could leave me in the dust if she wanted to. She could survive on Pulse alone if she desired.

At first, I saw her as a means to help me save Dajh, but now she's much more. She's my teammate, my friend. I've got her back and she's got mine when we need it.

After I saw what happened with her and her sister, I wanted to protect her from the horrors of these terrible worlds. Even so, nothing can stop our cie'th clocks from ticking. But I can protect her now that I'm a l'cie. I can help her fight.

She's still young and she's powerful soldier. Me? I'm old and all I ever accomplished in life was flying around a bunch of air ships. That's why she shouldn't have become a l'cie. She could've continued her work and had a perfectly happy life, had the fal'cie not been found.

Lightning's PoV

Sazh wondered off again. He said it was nothing, but he was definitely thinking about something.

I always worried. What if a bunch of cie'th got a hold of him? I knew he could probably handle himself, but still. I felt a need to protect him.

He was the first person I met in this mess. My dearest friend. I don't act all motherly to him; with Hope it's natural, the poor kid lost his mother and got stuck with these awful circumstances. Sazh was an adult that I could relate to and learn from.

I found Sazh, sitting at the edge of the stairs leading to the ocean. The chocobo chick drifted lazily around his hands before fluttering into his nest of hair.

I decided to confront him today. If no one else, he would tell me of his troubles.

Tapping his shoulder, he froze and turned to me. "Oh, hey, Light," he said, the tension leaving his face.

Sitting down beside him, I ponder how to phrase my question. "What's up with you lately?" I ask, almost laughingly. Almost.

"I just…I want to protect you all… You're all to young to be dragged into something like this. I mean…look at Hope…"

"No, no, no," I counter. "Protecting each other is what we do. And, yeah, look at Hope: he lost his mother, but he connected with his father and he learned a lot through all this. He learned about fighting and he learned about revenge…"

"He and I both did…"

"Are you still worried about that?" Vanille and Sazh already made up; no hard feelings for either of them. If anything, they get along better. "It's…about Dajh…isn't it?" I ask, knowing that this was a touchy subject, but there was no way to dance around it. "You'll get him back. Just wait, you'll see."

"I'm glad you think so," he answered, smilingly.

"Don't you?"

"Even if it was impossible, I would get him back. Nothing else matters, besides protecting all of you and him…well, trying to."

"You've done well. You don't need to worry about it though. We're strong now."

"Guess you're right…I still worry though…" he responded, almost embarrassed.

"That makes two of us… I worry about all of you guys; you're my comrades… That's why I came to check on you," I said, relating to him. At least we weren't alone in apprehension.

"Maybe it's a l'cie thing," he shrugged.

"In my case, maybe it's more…"

Sazh PoV

"In my case, maybe it's more," she said, almost absentmindedly, staring to the ocean.

What was she trying to say with that comment?

She turned to look at me, eyes wide, an almost invisible light pink blush on her face. She looked almost like a little kid who accidentally said a bad word in front of her dad. I smiled at that.

I put on the air of a soldier, realizing what her comment meant. I smirked. "What exactly are you insinuating… sergeant Farron?"

She looks away, light pink turning to dark red. She stood up, arms crossed, facing away from me. "Why don't you figure it out…Katzroy?" She said sarcastically.

I stood by her, looping my arm around her shoulders. "C'mon. Best get back now; the others will worry something got us," I coaxed.

"As if anything could get me," she countered in an arrogant fashion, lacing her fingers into mine. That statement was justified. Nothing could get Light; she was a soldier! "You're right though; we should get back, what if something got them," she smirked, leading us back to camp.

I'm glad I get to see that smile once I a while; I've got something to fight for and encourage me on my search to get Dajh back.

James: You love? You hate? Review all the same.

Narcissist: You uh…wrote a Lightning/Sazh fanfic? You're…kidding right?

James: I just had you read it, didn't I?…

Narcissist: Weird pairing… but what a lovely 'sight' *falls down in fit of giggles*

James: *rolls eyes* I just remembered why you're the narcissist…

Narcissist: Wait...did they both just Friend Zone/Comrade Zone each other and...get out of it 0_o

James: Don't worry about it. Also, if anyone wondered, I'll be writing a Devil May Cry fanfic soon.

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