Hi, this is my first fanfic of final fantasy 13. I love all the games but this one was my favourite because lets face it, Lightning is kick ass and hot. Plus he clothes aren't revealing like the some of other characters in past games.
Fair warning I do ship both Lighting/Snow and Lighting/Hope. Only in certain situations.
With this story It'll be Lightning and Snow with hints of other relationships. This takes place after LR and it'll be a slow progression. Happy Reading.
Love Midnight
It's been 6 months since my sister actually died for good. I remember having to go identify her body. I let a scream, the same scream I let out when I learned my mother died at fifteen. I knew there was no way I could bring her back again. We are world that is godless now, and fought not to become the goddess of death. Instead of becoming that goddess, I returned to my old ways, cold, emotionless Lightning. I know it's selfish of me.
I knew it wasn't an accident.
I knew it was cold blooded murder.
I didn't have any way to prove it.
My eyes shot open to banging on my door. I looked at the time and groaned sheepishly, trying to use my pillow as ear plugs. It was past midnight and I had work in the morning. I waited five minutes before getting up out of my comfy nest I called a bed. I took a sweater out of my closet and placed it over my head. It was more a dress than a shirt. The knitted fabric settled on my mid thigh, covering my black short-shorts.
I walked out of my room, grabbing my knife just in case the person at the door didn't have good intentions. I heard even more banging and I shout out.
"I am coming, hold your god damn fucking horses."
I got to the door and steadied myself for a defensive attack. Switching my knife open and opening the door. As the dark figure comes in and Lunge at him, only to be over powered. His hand gripping my wrist of the hand the knife is in. Suddenly he was behind me. This was not good, I wasn't going to win this fight. I struggle a little before the power arms wrap around me.
"Light, stop. It's only me." A gentle voice said, one I recognized all too well. At that point I dropped the knife.
"Snow?" I call out. I am soon released from his strong grip. I hear the door close behind me. He switches the light so it wasn't so dark. I slowly turn around to see Snow, in a suit, part of it bloody, a suit on his forehead. Blood on his hands. He reeked of some sort odour, like a mixture of weed and alcohol.
"What the hell did you do?" I asked. The look in his eyes were that of desperation. A look I knew all too well.
"I think – no – I know who killed Serah." He said.
He explained everything to me. I sat down, arms crossed, legs crossed but willing to listen.
"So what do you think Light?" He asked.
"Let me get this straight, you think she was targeted by someone that may have it in for you? May I ask why you think that?" I asked.
"He showed me the pendent I gave her. He said other things too. I tried to take him and rush and then-"
"You come to my door, all bloody and beaten up and expect me to take you in like a sick puppy?" I intervened with a question.
"Heroes don't need to be taken car of." He said, standing up with the cocky smile of his.
"Your wounds say another. Let me patch you up before I send you away back home." I said getting up to go fetch a first kit. I get it from it's usual place and turn around only to find Snow behind me. Before I could say anything he began to speak.
"Don't send me back there. My mind goes crazy, and I can't think of anything else other than Serah's death. I cased this to happen, if I didn't ask her to get that item she would still be here with us." He placed his head on my shoulder. He was tall for my figure, and heavy. I didn't expect that happening and I nearly fall down to the ground due to the wait. "Just one night, I'll even take the couch, or the floor. Whatever I deserve."
I had to think on that. I know Snow went a little crazy, bringing women home all the time. Rumours had it he's slowly turning to drug use. I could believe that much just by his smell. I wasn't going to ask about it either. I didn't know what to say or do. I ended up going with what Serah would do. "You can have the couch, but you think of coming close to my bedroom door I'll castrate you."
I brought the medical supplies to the table and pulled out a chair for him to sit on. "Now sit down and let me tend to your wounds." I ordered, patting the seat of the chair.
Snow did what I ordered him to do. I sat in the chair across from him, cleaning his hands from the blood and dirt he built up. He looked at me and smiled. "You should see the other guys." I stayed silent. My main attention was to get him all bandaged up. I didn't want his blood all over my apartment. I took his hands into mine and started wrapping the bandage around it. I looked at his chest, watching the blood seep through his shirt.
"I need you take off your shirt. So I clean your wound." I said. He instantly ripped his shirt off and threw it on the ground. I don't if he thought I would be impressed his body. It didn't phase me. Snow was no different from another person. I stood up, my hand resting on his bear shoulder. I was for certain I heard him smirk.
"Hey Lightning." He started to say.
"Shut up, I'm almost done. I have work first thing in the morning." I turned him down.
"But it's important." He pleaded
"No." I hissed back.
I finally get to the cut on his eye brow, slowly cleaning it. It was deep I could tell. He may end up needing stitches. "I may need to stitch you up. Tomorrow you can get it looked at." I pointed out. I went to go grab a needle when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap.
"Snow, what are doing?" I questioned his movements.
"Have you ever thought that-"
"No." I cut him off.
"But you didn't let me finish."
"You don't have to, now let go of me."
"And if I don't, what will you do solider?" He questioned me.
I hit him in the gut, causing him to curl up and letting go of me for a mere 20 seconds. Al I needed to get out of the strong grip. I slammed the kit shut and headed back towards my bedroom. I felt his hand wrap around my arm and yank me so I can face him.
"Light, I'm sorry I didn't-"
"Stitch it up yourself! I want you gone before I head for work. In the mean time whatever you do with your time is none of my concern." I put myself on the defensive again.
"Will you at least look into the lead? Please only you can do it." He asked
"I can't touch Serah's case. You have to go to the regiment and talk to the detective on her case. Tonight will not and should not be mentioned when you talk to him." I said before opening my door and slamming it shut. I went back into bed, hearing little mumbles coming from my door. I paid no attention to it. I'm thinking there's a possibility and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Looks like Light has a small soft stop after all. More will come in due time. This is my first time writing a final fantasy piece, so please review.
