Waking up felt like waking up from crystal stasis and boy had she had enough of it. It happened to her two times, and slept in crystal for more than a thousand years, making her the oldest human on the planet. She stretched and yawned, before pulling the blanket from her naked body and made her way to the bathroom. She turned the lights and the water on in order to fully wake up. She looked at the mirror, her green eyes shining in the light. She scratched her tattooed arm and stepped inside the shower. She felt the water running down her spine, and had the feeling that all the sleepiness was rushing down in the sewage and smiled at the thought, after applying a dose of Shampoo on her brown hair, massaging carefully her scalp. She then rubbed herself in lotion, leaving her tanned body fully cleaned.
She stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel that was hanging on the door and strapped it around her waist before heading to the kitchen. She needed her dose of coffee, now, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving behind her little droplets of water and footprints on the tiles, not having a care in the world about it. She reached the coffee maker, whistling, and put the dose in it to let the coffee run down, and turned the TV while she waited. Every day she was expecting to see something, anything about the ones she cared that had been taken away from her, because yes, Fang remembered everyone, her sister Vanille, her friends, Snow, Sazh, Hope, Serah. And Lightning. The problem was, she didn't know where they were, and after days of research she gave up, focusing on something else in the process. She remembered being Ragnarok, and saving Cocoon. She remembered defeating Bunhevilze with all of them and reaching the new world. At first she thought she was the only one to actually remember everything so precisely, but after overhearing conversations between people in the airport, where she was working as a security agent, she figured she wasn't. "Then how come we can't find each other" she thought out loud, having completely forgotten her coffee. She turned her head and walked into the kitchen and stared at the window, watching the leaves falling on the ground, dying miserably after a short rebirth. The smell of her drink reminded her of it, and she grabbed the cup before going into her bedroom to put her work clothes on including a black pair of pants and blue shirt. She put the mug on the dresser and quickly dressed up, before grabbing the mug again and went to the living room, sitting down on her leather sofa, her feet resting on the small glass table in front of her. She put her left hand in her hair and closed her eyes, the other one brining the coffee to her lips, enjoying the sweet scent of Coffea arabica filling her nose, and leaving her in a state of absolute pleasure. A branch tapping on one of her windows made her open one eye in surprise and took the opportunity to look at the clock, showing it was already 9AM, meaning she only had an hour before starting her boring day, spending it squeezing people buts and arms, but if she was lucky, maybe one of them would do something stupid, allowing her to chase him down and kick his sorry ass, and couldn't help the small smile placing itself on her lips. She went back to the kitchen and put the empty coffee mug in her dishwasher, before picking up an apple and went towards the door, grabbing her brown, torned apart rucksack, her keys and shot the door behind her. She reached her blue Mustang Ford that she liked to call blue babe, opened the door and sat on her seat, before heading out to the airport. On the way there she ate her apple and listened to some music, bouncing her head at the beat of the drums, and took a cigarette out of the glove comportment while waiting for the light to turn green. She took a drag of it, letting the smoke come out of her nose and smiled again at the sensation. As the light turned green it was already 9:37AM and she only had a little more than 20 minutes to reach her work place and simply said "I'll make the impossible possible." And smiled at the memory.
"You're late, Miss Yun, again." Fang walked passed by her colleague, an idiotic teenage boy, with as she described it, stupid black hair falling on his stupid face, without giving him a single look, and quickly positioned herself on ail 4, for the departures leaving to Sydney. She patted several women and girls, checked multiple luggages's, and sighed an amazing number of times in one short hour. This day couldn't last any longer, and she felt the urge to actually leave, and find another job, maybe something more dangerous like a bouncer in front of a night club, or a bar, somewhere she could actually have some fun and enjoy her work. She had already thought about it, but the problem was, the pay was good here. She made 4300 gils pro month and didn't see how she could make the same amount of money anywhere else. She sighed again and patted the huge dude standing in front of her.
As her hands came closer to his chest, she heard the word "Fang." Looked up and took a step back, only being able to say "Snow?"
Her office was too big. Not too big because there was too much space, but too big because she had zero furniture except a desk and a chair, leaving the rest of the room completely empty. She had thought about putting a couch, and a pair of cupboards for a coffee maker maybe?
"This is driving me crazy." the woman sat down at her desk and prayed for something, anything, feeling restless since her shift had started at 7AM, 4 hours ago. She put her head in her hands and sighed heavily, before putting the pink hair out of her face. She stood up, for the 10th time in twenty minutes and walked around her office, before going near the window to open it. She looked outside and felt the breeze on her face, knowing that soon, autumn would make its way. She stayed by the window a couple of minutes before hearing footsteps approaching, and regained her seat in a hurry, nearly hitting the only picture she had. She exhaled in relief and saw the door opening, revealing her boss. Fortunalty, as Lightning took her first footsteps on her new planet, it was next to Lieutenant Amodar, her friend and former boss, who immediately recognized her. After spending time together, adjusting to their new lives, he opened a precinct, and formed soldiers to be part of the CSR, or City Security Regiment, and chose his favorite colleague to be in charge of the new recruits. But that was a month ago, and now all she was doing was to get bored, again and again, never seeing the end of it. So when the Lieutenant came in, a glimpse of hope appeared in her eyes, and wasn't unfortunate.
"Farron, you're needed on a crime scene, the killer has been apprehended immediately but we still need you there." Lightning nodded, took her black jacket that was hanging on her chair, walked outside her office, and glanced at the room before closing the door with the words "I really need to decorate."
On the way to the crime scene, Lightning felt nervous, anxious, and realized her breath was shacking. She shook her head, but the image of the corpse being someone she loved was simply terrifying her. What if it was Serah? Her beloved sister that she had lost, again. Or that stupid Snow she hated so much? Or any one of her friends with whom she spent so much time fighting over Cocoon, Gran Pulse or Luxerion? She closed her eyes, and swallowed with difficulty, giving the opportunity for one of her colleagues to stare at her. «Stop staring at me private or you'll never be able to do it again." She said, slowly opening her eyes, revealing her icy blue stare piercing his own. The menace was effective, since he turned his head, looking for something else to look at.
As the car stopped, Lightning was the first one to come out, and looked at the street in front of her, dirty and dark, the walls filled with obscene tags, and being so big, the sun couldn't even pass through. She sniffed in contemption and put her jacket closer to her neck, feeling the wind brushing her face. She marched forward and saw the scientific team around a dead body, and felt this terrible feeling again, but started walking even quicker, to see you were the poor person that had lost its life. She saluted her fellow soldiers already on the scene, and leaned over the body. It was a men, couldn't have been more than 35 years old, and had a bullet wound between the eyes. His hair was brown, and his eyes that were still open were brown as well. She repressed a sigh of relief as she saw it wasn't anyone she knew, and crouched next to the victim. "Let me guess. He died from the bullet wound." She said smirking at the scientific team, wasting its time on the body since it was pretty obvious how he died. They nodded at her, and all took a step back as she stood up, giving the body one last look before disappearing to the car. She took her phone out of her pocket and called her Lieutenant, explaining him the situation, and ordered her to come back to the precinct with her colleagues after talking to the witness that identified the killer.
"Isn't that a waste of time, sir?" she asked, slightly annoyed by the fact they had to interview someone even though they already had the killer.
"It's protocol Farron. That's an order." Lightning sighed and put the phone back in her pocket, and asked the private who was staring at her earlier to point her to the witness. He raised his hand and showed her a coffee place where the witness was staying until she could question him, without giving her a look, too scared of being threatened again.
Lightning exhaled deeply at the thought of it, but made her way to the coffee place, opened the door and scanned the room. She saw a mountain of hair sitting at a table, and figured out it was a guy, seeing the long green jacket and masculine shoulders. She came closer to him and before looking at him introduced herself. "I'm Sergeant Farron from the CSR, I have a few question I'd like to ask you." She waited for him to answer and decided to look at him, only to provide at gasp a surprise at the sight of the men. "Lightning! I can see you haven't changed."
It had been 30 days, more or less, since she had started crying. Every time she woke up she could feel the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, and every time she went to sleep, she could feel them rolling down her face. The only time she wasn't crying was when she guarded little kids, as a nanny. She wanted to be a teacher but felt too weak to do so, and chose that instead, still keeping her in contact with children. She loved the way they laughed, struggling to talk, or even walking, so yeah, it kept her mind occupied.
She was currently sitting on the toilet, wiping out the tears from her cheeks and relieving herself in the process. She didn't understand how she could still pee with the amount of water coming out every day. She softly smiled at her own thought before standing up and flushed the toilet. She looked in the mirror and almost shrieked as she saw her red puffy eyes, and put some makeup to cover it up. It worked, but her eyes were still red, and she relieved herself by thinking that the kids weren't here until 4PM, which was in thirty minutes. She went out of the bathroom and went into her kitchen, following her hallway, looking at her pictures hanging on the walls. One of them was being held by each person on it. You could distinctly see Fang, her hands on her hips showing a flirting smile and standing next to Vanille, her two fingers forming a V, next to herself doing the same thing. She felt her throat grow smaller as she watched her fiancée, a hand around her shoulder and the other forming a fist, rose in the air, and felt her world crumbling as she looked at her sister, her arms crost on her chest, looking at Snow with her usual anger. Next to Lightning stood Sazh, his son Dajh sitting on his shoulders, smiling cheerfully.
Serah shook her haea, repressing the wave of sadness enveloping her and continued walking to her kitchen. She took out a saucepan, put milk in it and waited patiently for the milk to warm up while putting some coco in a mug. When it was ready, she poured the milk in her mug before putting the saucepan in the stew, and went into her living room. She sat down and put both her hands on the cup, blew on it so the hot chocolate wouldn't stay so, well, hot. She leaned forward and took the remote control, but kept it in one hand without using it, lost in her own thought. She snapped out of it and pressed the on button, revealing a cartoon, and stayed tuned on it. She wasn't even looking; she just wanted to fill the house with noise, feeling so lonely ever since she "woke up". She took a sip of her drink and finished it in the following ten minutes, the cartoon still playing in front of her. Her heart almost stopped as the doorbell rang, and ran to the door to open it, revealing the two kids she was guarding today, Mike and Lara. They both ran into the house laughing and chasing each other. Serah shook their mother' hand and nodded as she said that their night nanny was going to pick them up in two hours. Serah closed the door and watched the two kids sitting on the floor in front of the TV, the cartoon being apparently a fantastic diversion.
"Do you want me to keep that on?" Serah said with her soft voice.
"Oh yay!" the two kids answered smiling from ear to ear. Serah smiled back at them and sat down on the couch, before putting each of them next to her.
They all watched the movie, laughing when there was a joke, and being sad when the time was appropriate. The story was actually pretty dull, just being about small, yellow creatures called Minions, who have existed since the beginning of time. Unfortunately these creatures were talking, making the endless torture even worse. Every time something was supposed to be funny, Serah couldn't help but roll her eyes, stopping herself from sighing in despair. "I took on your bad habit, Light' «was all she could think.
At the end of this never ending movie, Serah made two hot chocolates for the kids, and told them to wait until it was cold enough, and they did just that, asking Serah to taste it before them, because they didn't want to get hurt. At 6:10PM, she was starting to worry, because the night nanny still hadn't shown up, and had even thought about calling their mother, but heard the doorbell ring at the exact same moment. She came to the door and opened, hearing the girl say as an apology "I'm so sorry, I got lost and then there was traffic, and then the lights were all red…" staring at her feet in shame. Serah took a step back and felt tears forming inside her eyes, not of sadness this time, but of happiness. The girl heard the other sobbing and lifted her head up, making a sound of surprise, before hugging her long lost time friend "Serah! I've finally found one of you!" and closed the door, leaving sorrow and regret behind her door.