Author's notes: This just happened to be a spur of the moment rp with a partner of mine, that we ended up turning into a very feels inducing story. We worked really hard on it, and would love any feed back you can offer~
And for the record, Fang is 16 and Vanille is 14 in this story.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Fang or Vanille, or anything related to Final Fantasy XIII.
Vanille let out a pained sigh, rubbing her lower back as it clenched in a tight cramp. Today just hadn't been her day. She had bunged up her elbows catching herself as she fell down the stairs, twisted her ankle whilst out jogging and coupled with being a hormonal mess, she was more than ready just to sleep. Sitting on her bed and closing her eyes she lifted a hand by habit to touch her necklace. It was a pretty thing. A green jewel encircled with silver and hung on a silver chain- a family heirloom. Her mom had given it to her before she had died, and it was all she had to remember her by.
But the girl paled, feeling her neck for the thin chain. It wasn't there. "Oh god…" She gasped, it couldn't be missing. "Oh god… Fang!" The girl squealed before beginning to tear up her room and stopping. She had had it last out in the fields. It had to be outside. "Fang! It's gone!" Vanille went sprinting for her partner, red ringlets bouncing as she raced down the hall. "My necklace! We have to look for it!"
The older pulsian happened to be in their living room, sharpening one of her many wooden spears that had dulled over the last few days of usage. She had untied the bound stone on it's tip, which happened to be very carefully polished and sharpened by her own hands, and had set upon the routine of returning it to it's cutting sharpness. Only Fang didn't get too far into it when she heard a certain red head practically screaming her name, and loud footsteps coming down the hall until Vanille appeared behind her. "Calm down, Vanille.." The older girl started, while carefully setting her spear off her lap on onto the floor. Jade eyes fixated on the girl as she stood up and turned around, hands falling to her hips. "Ya necklace is gone?" That came as a slight shock to her, since Vanille was never one to just take it off, and she knew how important the item was. "Where was the last place ya had it, 'Nille? An' did ya already look around ya room an' all that first?"
Vanille stopped as Fang turned, hands on their usual place at her hips. "I'll calm down once my necklace is found, Fang," she said sharply. "I tore my room upside down lookin' for it! Or at least part of it… But I last had it out in the fields, earlier when we were sparrin'! We have ta look for it, okay? It was my mum's." The red-head took a shuttering breath in, beginning to tear up as she was overcome with a thousand different emotions. "T'days been so awful, le's go. Le's just go an' find it. I can't believe I've lost it!" She grabbed hold of Fang's wrist and tried to pull her gently towards the door, panic still pulsing through her small form, though slightly surprised when the tall woman before her didn't move. "You're goin' ta help me, right?"
She raised a thin brow at the tone of voice Vanille was using, not being one to enjoy being snapped at over something she couldn't have foreseen. Fang stared down on the hand that had a hold of her wrist, but refused to budge an inch when she saw where the girl had intended on going. "Vanille… It's way too dark outside for us to go out alone. Not ta mention there have been sightings of monsters in the fields!" The older girl attempted to pull the other pulsian back, trying to get her to just listen to what she was saying. "It's too dangerous righ' now, 'Nille. Let's wait until mornin' an' then go out first thing okay?" Fang doubted anyone would take it if they happened upon it, since everyone in the village would know whom it belonged to anyway.
Vanille stared up into jade eyes and was overcome by a rush of cold, jerking right back as the older Pulsian tried to pull her in to listen. "What d'ya mean it's too dark?" she asked, raising her voice a level, her blood boiling. She was tired and hurting and achy and Fang knew that, and she also knew just how much that necklace meant to her, and she didn't seem to care. "What d'you mean it's too dangerous? That's my mom's necklace! S'all I have left of her, Fang! An' you know that! So stop it with all the excuses!" The petite girl stomped her foot once as she again tried to haul the huntress towards the door and got no where, letting out an angry sound, throwing her arms down to her sides. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Tears stung in the back of her eyes as they suddenly narrowed, "Or do you jus' not care? You'll go out huntin' in the pitch black of the night, but won't help me?"
Fang was starting to get rather sick of all the yelling the girl was doing, especially when she herself had not once raised her voice to her. She was only being logical about the situation, and not willing to run outside into monster infested areas on a whim for a trinket, no matter how important it may be. Once Vanille had finally relinquished her hold on her wrist, and starting stamping her foot against the boarded floor, the older pulsian finally snapped back. "Don't ya go puttin' words in my mouth, 'Nille! I neva said I didn't care 'bout the damn necklace! 'm jus' tryin' ta keep ya safe! Besides, when I go out huntin' at night, it's with at least 2 of the adults who know how ta fight betta than me!" Fang sighed, trying to keep her anger in check. "…Look. We'll go out an' get it tomorrow. No if, an's, or buts about it!"
"I only put words in your mouth because I know it's what you're thinkin! Y-y'don't care about the necklace or about me! Not at all! Not even enough to help me when I need you!" Tears sprang then from the smaller Oerbian's green eyes, her fists clenched. " 've seen how happy you are when you're out with the others an' I'm not around! You pretend like you're happy with being tied down by s-someone like me…" her voice cracked and she wiped at her eyes furiously, "I bet you wouldn't even notice if I was gone!" Vanille's chest hurt, her heart beating hard against her ribs. She was tired of everything. Of this house. Of this town. Of this life. "A-an' y'know what? That's just fine! I don't care either! If ya won't help, I'll find it myself! 'm probably better off without you anyway!" She all but screamed the last words, not meeting the pulsian's eyes as she ran for the door, swinging it open and stopping.
Copper ringlets bounced around her shoulders as she turned, green eyes full of angry tears, her voice starting out soft and ending in an angry shriek. "I… I hate you!" The door shook in its frame, a loud crack echoing through the house as it was slammed and the Oerbian sprinted into the darkness, bare feet hitting grass and dirt as she disappeared.