This is for Hikari (http :/ www .fanfiction. net /u/ 1581021/)
I haven't played the game (so get over it) and took as much as I could into this AU.
Warnings: Yuri (Shoujo-Ai), Violence


Together
Prologue


She was a woman of stature, standing tall at almost six foot, fearless and stubborn. So why was she running along the ledge of the river, screaming at the top of her lungs, and eyes darting at the bobbing shape frantically, trying to keep it in sight? The chill of the lingering winter air whipped around her, she hadn't been prepared for the quick change of temperature when she had arrived, back from the place they'd never return to. Only dressed in a short ebony top, with a blue Sari over it, matching ebony sleeves on her forearms, and tan leather, open-toed boots, she was frankly, freezing to death. The belt around her waist only seemed to do nothing to keep the Sari around her and the wind from her skin. She grumbled, thinking that the temperature should have been more warming if spring was right around the corner.

The twenty-one year old woman kept her breathing even, glad for the sun's rays, that pelted down onto her light bronze skin. The violet claw-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, dancing in the wind just as her wavy, dark brown hair did, as it would normally fall around her face. Piercing emeralds scanned the frothy surface of the water once more, searching for the one that had fallen in.

A faint, choked voice reaches her ears, "F...Fang!"

Realizing that she'd fallen behind where the other girl had been spotted last, Fang forced herself to run harder, her boots leaving a trail behind her in the mud. "Vanille!" she screamed, looking for the familiar bob of curled, bright red pigtails. For a split second, Fang saw her, their striking green eyes connecting. Fang inhaled deep, knowing that what lied ahead was the river pooling out into the ocean, and she'd never be able to save Vanille then.

When they had both been in the village, that they had grown up in together, they had been taken away together. They'd both earned scars, internal and external, for sticking together. They'd been enslaved, used to summon creatures close to God status. A brand adorned them both, each in a different place, depending on the monster they were to call down from the skies. Fang's own had been burnt off, the color of it white, of her right shoulder, showing that she had failed. Those people had placed a large tattoo on the opposite upper arm, hoping that they could have kept her to test on. But it hadn't worked, she had lost the Focus of her beast and was to be discarded.

They'd been through so much together, what was happening now shouldn't be the thing to tear them apart.