Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Lightning, Fang, Serah, Noctis, etc. Belong solely to Square Enix© and Final Fantasy®.
Also, this is a crossover with FFXIII and FFXIII Versus, it is a Fang x Lightning Yuri. If you don't like Yuri's then don't read. Please review, it always helps with ideas!
Torn... Ch.1
Lightning
The days were inching by, and every moment of her life grew shorter and shorter to her new life. Why would she even have to get married, could it really save a war? Lightning just paced back and forth in the room, her sister watching the unnerving movement.
"Lightning, calm down, its going to be okay. I know this is a decision that will be hard for you." Serah stood up and grabbed her sisters clammy hands, gloves were not on them, which was strange, because it made up her whole look. It added to her personality...kind of. "I'm so happy for you, and I know, in your heart, you'll make the right decision."
Did Serah not know? The whole wedding was arranged? Whether the soldier wanted to or not, she had to make the decision for the people of Cocoon, and Pulse. Still something daunted her, a feeling she didn't quite realize. The whole meaning of her life would be changed from what she believed in.
"I have to make the decision, for the people..." Lightning pulled her hands from her younger siblings grasp turning around and dropping her head. "Serah..." Unsure of how to ask the question that was hiding in her mind. Her tongue twiddled behind her lips, trying to figure out how to ask.
"Yeah?" Was Serah's reply, resting her hand on the curves of Light's back muscles, trying to comfort her decision.
"Would you do it?" The older Farron closing her eyes, voice soft.
"What do you mean?"
"If you had an ultimatum, a choice which would benefit you, or make you regret it, but save the world from war...what would you do?" Light's voice was a little shaky, trying to mask it with her usual voice, one that showed no remorse. The voice that showed no mercy, or sadness. Serah, through trying to mask it, could still detect the quivering of Light's voice.
"What's this about?" Serah moved her hand to her older sister's shoulder muscles. She could feel the tension, and new something was up, nothing easy would make Lightning Farron tense like this. Something was bothering her, and Serah could sense it, could even feel it.
"Just answer the question, you don't answer a question with a question, you answer it with an answer." Lightning's voice, now becoming a little more hostile.
"I don't know, I guess I would have to think about it. There would be a lot that I would have to think about. What does this have to do with anything?"
"Nothing, just forget it. I just don't feel like going out for the measurements." Lightning turned back around. 'Just smile, or at least hide the quiver.' Lightning wiped the emotion of fear from her face. She needed to show Serah that she wasn't fearing the wedding, eventually she would have to tell Serah, the wedding was something far from what she wanted. Or would she? Fang entered, and none to soon.
"Ah, there's the wife to be, so y'excited?" Fang asks placing a warm hand on the shoulder that dreaded any touch. Lightning just slowly back away, 'Just what I needed, I have enough to worry about. Now I got to baby sit too?'
"Ecstatic." The sarcasm was light and unnoticeable. Though the younger Farron didn't pick it up, Fang could taste it and she smirked.
"Great! You ready to go to the tailor for your measurements?" Now Fang was teasing, she knew right from the start, a wedding was not Light's style. Something was odd about it, and she had assumed Lightning was doing it for a good cause, and not because she wanted to. Two guards had walked in holding their guns to their chest,
"Your majesty, your transportation is ready." One of the guards says.
"Please, I said stop calling me that, I don't want titles, please, its fine. I can take it from here, I don't need transportation." She flicked her wrists, but the irritation was more than noticeable, she was becoming frustrated with being guarded and watched twenty-four-seven. No privacy was allowed, and she had to stop them from shooting Fang's brains out because they thought she was trying to kill Lightning. The guards only saluted and left.
"Next time, one of there guns is pointed at my head, it will be shoved up there asses so far, they will taste it." Fang clenched her fist, remembering her last encounter with Light and the guards.
"If you don't, I will." The princess soldier informed. Not only did Lightning hate being called a princess, but she hated being one, she didn't ask for this, but some how, she is walking into it. Fang laughed at the image in her head of Lightning shoving the gun up their asses. She could actually picture the woman doing such a thing.
"Anyway! Can we go now sis, I'm tired of waiting, and the sooner we get the measurements, the sooner I can see that dress!" Serah grabbed her sisters hand before the poor woman could react, and out the door they went. Fang placed her hands behind her head in pleasure watching the poor soldier suffer in many ways than one. Too bad she didn't have a snack, this was great entertainment.
Lightning was nervous, and she could not only hear, but feel her heart beat in her ears. She started tapping her fingers on the leather seat which was quite comfortable, but yet, the chair seemed to taunt her with discomfort. She realized the time of the wedding was ever so slowly itching closer. Soon after, her sister grabbed her hand and smiled to try and make her feel better. Didn't work. Fang just kicked her feet with impatience, and Lightning tried to tell her to stop.
"Lightning...there you are, we were worried you had gotten into trouble on the way." It was the father of her 'fiancé'. Within a few feet behind him, was Noctis, and his Mother. The pinkette stood up, trying to be polite as possible. Fang also stood, still smiling. Noctis still looked like his nervous self, not wanting this, just as much as Lightning, though his parents, were thicker than steel. He slid his fingers through is dark hair trying to hide his uneasiness. His mother came over and kissed Lightning on the cheek to say hi, at the touch the soldier shuttered.
"So this must be the younger one. Its nice to finally meet you." She gave Serah a kiss on the cheek as well, Serah accepted it and smiled. Lightning was trying to hide her blush. Not only was this embarrassing, but she couldn't even look at Noct. Having Fang there watching as her future husband was standing by, and her mother in law was already accepting the family, made Claire feel, uneasy.
Fang
'Did I just see Farron blush?' Fang smiled a sinister smile, something was making Lightning blush. What was it? All the attention, the fact her future husband was watching her mother being friendly, or because she was there, and watching it? Something about the way the soldier reacted to her presence, that made Fang all 'hot and bothered'. Noctis, trying to be somewhat less freaked out as Lightning, wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to show the true man he was. He had always done that, thinking maybe the stiff Lightning would see that, but only seeing right through it. She just pretended to that she believed it. At the site Fang became, frustrated. Not knowing why, she wanted to rip those arms right off that body of his. She felt like he didn't have the right, she could tell both didn't even want the wedding. Not that Fang objected to Claire's embarrassment, but the whole idea of Noct touching Lightning in any intimate way, made her hot and bothered, in a different way. She clenched her jaw, and her teeth almost grinding. She felt her fist fuse into a rock at how his hands embraced her. 'No way she will marry this guy. I know Lightning, she won't do it, she see's right through him.' Even though, the guy seemed nice enough, and his eyes looked friendly and inviting, Fang could tell, he was pretending as well. 'She deserves better than him.'
The tailor had appeared from around the corner, the woman was kind of short, and had blond loosely curled hair. She had a cute demeanour, and friendly. "We're ready for you Ms..." She paused for a moment, trying to recall the name that maybe she had already glanced at. "Farron?" She took a stab at it. Light just nodded with a trying to be friendly smile, the corners of her lips just curled up into a 'good enough' smile. "Follow me."
Lightning looked at Fang, though no gesture was made, Fang could just read her eyes, that she wanted the huntress to follow her. The raven-haired woman took the hint, and followed the soldier princess.
Lightning
Just thinking about hands feeling, and picking and poking her almost everywhere made her extremely uncomfortable. She stood up as Fang was standing observing while the tailor took out her measuring tape. Lightning could feel her head pulse for a quick second. She felt Fang's gaze trail her body, bloody hell she knew Fang wasn't checking out what was going on, more like, what was in front of her. She knew Fang had changed her gaze from the cheerful woman to her, and she knew her eyes were tasting her. She knew Fang was checking her out. Still, not that looking in her direction would help anything, she just stood still, allowing Oerba's hungry eyes to be satisfied.
"Okay, lets start with your waist." The tailor walks over placing the tape around Lighting's sleek waist, sliding it behind her. Her muscles tightened when she felt the woman's hand very lightly graze her rear. "Okay..." She marks down what the measurement was. That annoying little smile unchanging from her face. Lightning felt like ripping it from her face, but maybe because she mostly felt unnerved by the Pulsian standing behind her. Though she wanted someone she didn't mind looking at with her, she now wishes it was her sister. She could sense that evil little grin Fang had on her face, the grin that Farron couldn't help but blush over. Though every time Fang grinned, Lightning couldn't tell if she was blushing of excitement, or blushing because of frustration and annoyance. "Lift your arms please." Her cheery little squeaky voice made Lightning quiver when the pitch rang in her ears. She lifted her arms high enough for the woman to wrap the tape around her abdomen. The tailor smiled as she read the measurement, showing a little jealousy to Light's great physique compared to her chunky stubby shape.
"So, you excited yet?" Fang tried to break the awkward silence. Her arms were folded and her back leaning against the wall.
"Define excited..." The solider princess was trying to tell Fang mentally she hated everything about what she was doing. She didn't want it, none of it, everything about it, was just not her. Though she doubted the huntress could sense the emotion, or read her mind, though she only wished. The blond perky woman wrote down the other measurement,
"Now we'll measure your bust." She moves the tape up and around Lightning's chest, this made the pinkette feel ill at ease, she felt the heat rush on her cheeks; blush of embarrassment. Yun only smiled, and shifted at the little nicknacks that poked at her back on the wall. Claire knew Fang was looking at her chest, if she was closer, those eyes would be looking somewhere else right about now. After the final few measurements the woman smiled and said she was free to leave. 'Thank mercy.' A few more seconds and they would be bringing the poor stubby woman out in a body bag.
"Well, that wasn't so bad now was it?" That accented voice, that sentence passing through those lips. What did she know? Has she ever been poked and prodded at like she was some damn doll?
"So, went well?" Her soon to be mother asks. Is everybody so damn cheery today? 'Just...smile.' Even unsure herself if she could keep smiling.
"Okay, I guess." The reply was meek, and fake. Lightning didn't know how to react, just being around Noctis made her feel a knot in her stomach, realizing that this was going to be her husband. This man, was going to be her significant other.
"Well, you ladies can go out for lunch, we will join you shortly, Noct has to go for his measurements. Have fun." The Father says, smiling. The smile showed an uncanny resemblance to Noctis, which was likely because he looked a lot like his Father. Light felt as though this day might never end, if only...
