Growing Pains
I'm a little nervous about posting this, I don't think it's any good especially since it's my first fanfiction ever, disregarding that pokemon one...I would say I'm an okay writer but I need some huge improvement, mainly in the whole commas and junk like that department and my vocabulary, so please give me some constructive criticism. No flames.
To sum up this story, it's suppose to be a memory of Lightning's childhood in a way, I didn't use her real name for obvious reasons. I might post another story, a pairing one, sometime in the near future but I have to finish some RL stuff first so who knows when. :'D
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXIII but if I did there would be more Light and Fang kicking ass.
Lightning remembers her first fight.
She was twelve, stubborn and temperamental, a young girl with no regards to consequences just payback; same person with less control and a different name. It was only natural to protect her sister from some jerk that was pestering her but never would she have guessed it would end with him on the ground with a broken nose, bleeding a deep crimson color into white sand and herself, with bruised and bleeding knuckles.
Her mind was a swirl of emotions, dazed by the sheer moment that blurred before her, nerves electrified to the points of her fingertips. All she wanted to do was tell him off, grab Serah and leave the suspiciously deserted space of Bodum beach with the jerk and the circle of kids who clearly just showed up for their daily regiment of teen drama but Light was in no mood to care let alone waste time on anyone. The second she turned to leave, he spit out a comment that froze her steps.
All it took was five seconds, her anger blinded any shred of apathy left, her nails digging moon shaped cuts into her palms, her chest constricting; her fist connected.
It took another five seconds before Light realized the pain from her right hand and her bloody knuckles, an extra two to notice jerk-face on the ground moaning and his bloody nose, three seconds pass before she grabbed Serah and raced out of the circle and away from the beach front. Light got an earful from her parents later on in the night, typical lecture of violence is bad even if you were protecting your sister, her mother did most of the talking while her father stood off on the side giving small comments of agreement.
After twenty-five minutes, her hand was bandaged and she was given a restriction of 2 weeks, of what she'll never know, her mother's stern expression turned into guilt for scolding her eldest daughter before she cradled her face and kissed her forehead, bringing a small smile to Light's face. Her father, chest puffed out and arms crossed, waited until his wife left the room before looking down at her and cracking a smile, he reached out with his gruff hands to ruffle her hair before leaving in the same direction. Light glanced over to the hall entryway of the opposite side to see her sister peeking over with crestfallen eyes before giving her a timid smirk.
Lying in bed with insomnia keeping her from sleep, Light remembers staring up at the ceiling in her room, rubbing the bandage on her hand, her restless mind repeating the moment of cause. She knew her temper was one of her weaknesses but she never knew she was capable of such a feat. The feeling of shame she felt from her parents scolding, the feeling of gratification they gave her for protecting Serah, and the undeniable feeling of satisfaction for bringing down someone twice her size even if she was freakishly tall for her age. Lightning could have cared less if she was scolded tenfold from her parents if it meant protecting one of her own and reliving that feeling of victory. Anger issues be damned, Light wanted to harness that power now that she knew it was there.
Lightning gave a small smirk.