This is my first FanFic so I would greatly appreciate any reviews and ways I could improve. I advise that if you have not finished the game that you do not read this story, because it will probably spoil the ending.
I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy XIII and I am not or do not intend to profit from this.
Separating itself from the roar of the storm, the gunshot pierced the air, its eerie ring echoed through the Pulsian's petite ears. The hollow shell of the bullet casing hit the floor, followed shortly by the widowed l'Cie's hollow skull. Vanille reluctantly removed her hands from her face, but kept her eyes tightly sealed, protecting her from the stark scene that lay before her. The gun smoke and bloody mist combined to form a pink miasma that lingered and slowly tainted the air above the corpse. Vanille was forced to take a breath and the taste of blood seized her mouth, this now confirmed what she had already strongly believed. Tears began to form steadily around her progressively opening eyes; she directed her vision at the thunderous sky above. Tears racing down her pale cheeks, she gradually moved her line of sight to her fellow l'Cie. Her gaze met the corpse and her pupils engulfed her emerald green irises. A paralysing shiver shot through her entire body as she witnessed the horror that was the blood stained body of Sazh Katzroy. The right side of his cranium was brutally decimated as the bullet had exited his skull; blood had splattered several feet from the body and more gradually seeped out from the vicious wound. Vanille's body became limb as she slumped over her fallen protector's corpse. She sobbed in despair as she held the lifeless body close to hers, the bare skin of her torso and hands becoming stained red as she did so.
Freed from their crystal bonds just two years after the destruction of Cocoon, Fang and Vanille awoke to find their home world much different from what they remembered. Rapid development had engulfed the Steppes of Pulse, as houses were built to accommodate the millions of Cocoon citizens that now called Pulse their home. Adjustment had come swiftly, but not without its difficulties. Living on a planet that was regarded as a 'living hell' caused unrest among the stubborn civilians, although with no other option, adaptation was inevitable. An urban jungle of apartments and commercial zones consumed the area below the crystal spire tower connecting Cocoon with Pulse. Fang and Vanille found themselves at the base of the spire in a large park. The two Pulsians wandered the well maintained park aimlessly, in awe at the impressive cityscape that surrounded the park.
"How long do you reckon we were asleep for?" Vanille asked, despite knowing that Fang was as shocked as she was.
"I'm not sure, could have been another five hundred years." Her voice trailed of as she began murmuring to herself.
While inspecting the fauna that grew around the park, Vanille caught sight of Fang's right arm.
"Fang, your mark is gone!" Her voice an over excited shriek.
"Oh yeah, it's about time. Check yours."
Vanille frantically examined her thigh for any remains of the l'Cie emblem.
"It's gone!"
"Guess that's classed as a destruction, focus complete."
The two former l'Cie embraced in delight and a tear of joy rolled down Vanille's cheek as she held Fang closer. The two then continued their exploration of the park as they followed the path towards the main gate that lead to the busy streets outside. At the main entrance Fang noticed a metal plaque that was attached to the gate. The two moved closer to read the writing engraved in it.
'The Fang and Vanille New Oerba memorial park. Through their sacrifice, salvation was made.'
The two looked at each other in sheer bewilderment. They were home.
