Shadows danced across the ceiling as a young woman's eyelashes began to force themselves open, and a loud moan began to escape chapped, swollen lips. The figure's eyes slowly moved to the corner of the room, where the window happened to be wide open, the curtains flowing in the wind.

"Damn it..." she breathed, her voice hoarse and pitched.
Lightning had forgotten to close her window, in the middle of November of all all times.

She shifted in her bed, her whole body aching and swollen as she forced herself to move. Lightning didn't want to admit it, but she was sick, and that was one of the things she hated most about being human. She pushed her covers aside as she went to close the window, locking it securely in place and taking one last glance out of it.

"Snow..." she said, with a lighter tone than usual. Her fingertips were pressed to the cold glass in front of her, the woman's azure eyes piercing the night air. Although she may hate Snow Villiers with every fabric of her being, she loved winter weather. She smiled secretly to herself, her parents used to take her and Serah out in the Wintertime for all sorts of things, her family was more active during this time of year than any other season.

Maybe that's why she liked it, too.

Suddenly, she heard a slight crash from down the hall, and immediately grabbed her Blaze Edge, coughing shortly after from such a fast movement. Her bare feet quickly padded out of her room and down the wooden floors of the home's hallway until she reached Serah's room. Lightning's clumsy running had found herself clenching her sister's door for support as she swung it open, disoriented and winded from the sudden run. Fierce eyes scanned the room as her sweet younger sibling was nowhere to be found, her expression changing swiftly and her body yelping from her desire to move once more.

"I have to find Serah..." she clenched her teeth.

She bit her lower lip, ignoring the pain from the chapped skin, and used her weight to launch herself off the door, and continued to struggle getting down the hallway to the stairs. That was the obstacle that she was going to have to tackle with at least a bit of thought, or she'd wind up falling and looking like a complete idiot. She sighed as she clenched the metal handrail, her knuckles turning white and her foot slowly rising up.

"Okay...ready..."

That was the last thing she remembered as she felt her body hit the stairs. She tried to flip back up and gain her balance, but it was no use. The woman's figure had a mind of it's own now, as she finally hit the floor of her living room. Her Blaze Edge skid across the paneling out in the open, as more movements and whispers could be heard. Lightning was now stuck between a rock and a hard place, and she didn't like it one bit. She silently cursed herself under her shaky breath.

"Come on, Serah..."

Lightning's ears began to perk up at the sound of a familiar voice. It was a good thing she landed behind the camouflage of her couch.
Is that Snow...? she thought, as she tried to silence her queasy breathing.

"What if she find's out!" she heard her sister plea, a slight whimper in her voice.
"She won't...now tone it down, we'll wake her up"

His voice was low, way too low.

"She might wake up anyways, and you know she'll get mad!"

"It's okay..." Snow said, a husky edge in his voice, "I promised you we would go through with this...rather what you have a say or not."

Lightning's face was as pink as her hair as she cursed under her breath, she didn't care that she was sick, that she was on the floor, or that she was eavesdropping. Serah is her little sister, and she'd be damned if she ever let him touch her that way, especially if it was by force.

"And I'll be damned if it happens in my house." she hissed.

The older Farron had forgotten that she was physically disabled at the moment, so she did the one thing she could do. She was crawling into that damn Living Room.

Her breaths became sharp and loud as she reached for her sword, crawling towards it, fingers twitching lightly and her breathing hitched louder than before. The room felt distinctively cold and drafty for some reason, as she finally grabbed her sword. In her victory moment, she went to sit up on her knees and approach the doomed couple, but her leg suddenly had gotten a rather painful cramp as she collapsed on her side, the front of her body facing the room that was her goal destination. All she could do is let out a loud moan as she felt her face get hot, and her skin become whiter than before. The cry that escaped her lips was from the damage toll her throbbing body just received as she looked up with her left eye clenched shut, using her right arm for somewhat of a support system.

She suddenly heard a glass object fall as she felt six pairs of eyes on her sad, desperate state.

"S-Shit..."

Author's Note: Hey guys! I know it's a bit out-of character, but every series needs one of those, right? I don't usually go into this territory for writing fan-fictions, but I figured I'd give it a try. This will be updated as soon as possible, and I hope to update again very soon! =)