Disclaimor: I do not own FFXIII. It belongs to Square Enix.
Rating: K+
Summary: Small One-Shot containing my view on FangxLightning.
A/N: This was a warm-up I did before I started writing Crimson Shackles Chapter 3. Finally decided to post it on here.
Fang's POV
When you fight against a Behemoth or an Amphisbaena I make sure you don't get hurt. I'll shout taunts at them to get their attention. I'll jump in front of you to take a hit. Anything to make sure you don't get hurt.
But there are times when you go hunting alone and I can't protect you. You come back bleeding and staggering. But I can still protect you then. And even though I wish I could protect you always, you say it's enough. I wish I could heal you, and ease your pain. But even if I can't do that, I can still hold you in my arms.
Hold you close.
Hold you tight.
In my arms.
❧❧❧❧❧❧❧
Lightning's POV
You once told me that you have fifteen million regrets, each one with a different hair and eye color. Despite this, you can always keep a smile on your face if needed, something I was never strong enough to do.
You later told me that you have fifteen million and one regrets. Fifteen Million faces that had ceased to exist, and one mark that would always be there. One twisted, scarred mark.
And when you break down because of that, the only thing I can do is hold you.
But that's enough, you say. It's enough when I hold you.
Hold you close.
Hold you tight.
In my arms.
A/N: Thank you Zanna, my wondeful beta-reader. :)