A/N: Hey guys~ :D Got something new for you to enjoy or hate. I know I was gone for ages, but if you read my profile.. thingy. You know it was NaNoWriMo in November, and I was busy and going insane.. and for the past week or so have been just chilling at home to recover. I know i've got more to add to and should not be writing new stuff but, oh well~
Some of you may recall I tried, and I stress tried, to write a yuri of FF13 a while back. I hated it. hah. so why am I trying again? CAUSE I CAN.
So this one is Lightning x Vanille. It's AU. AU AU AU AU. So , my excuse to get away with not following the storyline cause I don't know it still. Yayyyy!
Sorry it's such a short starter, but my brain is only just getting back to work after nano and such. See ya!
- Matty
There was no moment of hesitation between swings of the blade, not a second. There was no remorse or mercy, and not a flinch when the steel sliced through flesh. Lightning's only care was that the blood splattered, and she could feel warm drops sliding down her cheek. She drew her hand across her face and smeared it as the last of the enemies fell to the ground, choking on his own blood. She frowned and stepped over him, settling the tip of her blade against his chest.
"It's funny.. I was under the impression that you were intelligent. I was actually looking forward to a good fight, some competition. However I was mistaken. You are all just a bunch of sad, pathetic boys." she said, digging it into his skin, spilling more blood onto the ground, revelling in his gurgled cries of pain.
Her gaze lifted up to the man a few yards aways, whose arm was firmly around the shoulders of a thin girl. He had a knife to her throat, and didn't seem phased at the death all around, strange, considering they were under his command. He smirked at her, like a challenge, and jerked the girl's head over to the side, licking the side of her face as he tangled rough fingers in her auburn hair.
Lightning dug her fingers into the hilt of her sword, and shoved the blade straight through the soldier's chest, silencing him.
The man let out a low chuckle and shrugged his broad shoulders. "Did you assume I would be affected by watching you slaughter my men?" He spat at the ground and pressed the knife tight to the girl's throat. A few blots of ruby red were starting to appear against her pale skin. "I would cut the attitude, girl. If I were you."
"Let her go, and i'll consider letting you live." She snapped, yanking the sword from the man's still chest and starting forward. "If you choose to fight, I will kill you, in the most painful way I can think of."
"You're just a dog with more bark than bite right now, aren't you Lightning?" He wheezed, petting Vanille's hair like the animal he was calling her.
"Take your hands off Vanille before I cut them off."
"Ah ah, not a step further." He barked, pulling the girl in front of him and waving the knife around in what Lightning figured was supposed to be a threatening manner.
She knew he would be easy to take down, and it would take her seconds to do it, but she stopped and stood there, scowling at him. Never be too confident, she reminded herself. Just because the fat moron looked like he would be an easy kill, didn't mean it really would be simple. And one wrong step or misjudgement, and Vanille's throat would cease to exist. Oridinarily risks were some of her favorite things, but that was when Vanille wasn't involved. Perhaps it was a disadvantage, but it was small if it was.
"What do you want?"
"Drop the blade and c'mere."
"Don't listen to him, Light-"
The man huffed and clamped a large hand across Vanille's mouth, frowning. "You keep your little mouth shut.. Well? Drop the damn sword!"
Lightning shrugged and slammed her sword into the face of a dead man at her left. A sickening crunch sounded as it destroyed bone and crushed the brain still intact. She remained unphased by it as she looked back up. "Anything else your highness?"
"Cut the attitude." He replied, and she noticed his grip tighten on the knife as she walked towards him unarmed. "See how things work better this way?"
"Oh so very much." She replied sarcastically, eyes rolled. "I'm giving you such a fair deal here. Just take your filthy hands off her, and you can go home alive. But you're so stubborn i'll have to ship you back in a body bag."
He snorted, and began a snarky response to her comment, but whatever it had been was forgotten as he let out a holler of pain and drew his hand away from Vanille's mouth. "Little bitch bit me!"
"Get down, Vanille!" Lightning shouted upon instant reaction, drawing two knives from her sleeves.
She instinctively hit the ground, arms over her head, and hid her face from view, as Lightning whipped the blades towards the man. They hurtled through the air, whizzing over her head, and lodged themselves into his chest and throat before he had much of a chance to defend himself. He dropped his own knife, and then sank to the ground, dead before he hit it.
Vanille carefully moved her arms away from her head and got to her feet and just stared. She was surrounded by dead bodies, and the blood had stained her clothes and skin. She didn't even seem aware that her throat was trickling small streams of blood.
"Vanille.." Lightning muttered, stepping towards her. "It's okay now."
She looked up from the ground at her and stared again, for a moment or two. Then her lower lip trembled, and she sucked in a breath of air, and raced towards her. She nearly leapt from the ground when she was within a smaller distance from her, and threw her arms so tightly around her neck she nearly choked her at contact.
Lightning put both arms around her and held her close, for only a moment, before she moved her back to cup her cheek and look her over. She fished a cloth from her pocket and tied it firmly around her neck. Finally, she tilted her head up and raised a brow. "Are you okay?"
Vanille raised her hand to feel the cloth, and caught her gaze briefly, before she looked down at her side instead. "I'm fine."
That was the biggest lie she could tell, and they both knew it. Nothing was fine.
