(2,144 words) I should actually be writing my chapter for my story 'Secrets' but my sister took the home laptop and I was left to write on my school one, so I wrote this instead. I quite like this chapter. Bitch Lightning is better than non bitch Lightning in my opinion.

Disclaimer: Oh yes I own this, that's why it's on FFN! ( oh the fail of discaimers)

Truth and Lies

Chapter 2: Leaving

Lightning entered her bedroom late at night, long after all the others had returned to the house. She pulled back the covers and slipped in. It was cold at first but gradually heated up from her body own temperature.

She had never been a good sleeper; constantly throughout the night did she find herself waking up at the slightest sound. When the soft meow of a cat did the job, she was sick of it. She groaned and rolled onto her back, staring at the dusty mattress of the empty bed above her. She had no one else in her room; this bed had been without someone in it for years. It wasn't surprising when you considered such a huge house had only six inhabitants. The boys shared the largest room; they were the type of people that liked being in a group, and had grown too used to sleeping in a room with someone else. So that was the explanation why they lived in an over filled room instead of simply in one of the many spares. Only she and Lubreau had their own, she herself liked being by herself and the raven head did happen to be a girl after all.

The pink haired woman brushed away stray strands of hair from her face, listening to the quiet sounds of snoring and breathing coming from the rooms across the hall. She had had doubts that she would get to sleep at all this night, she was right. She wanted so badly for day to come; sleeping was no more than a tortures wait for the coming day. Tomorrow was the day she intended to leave this place, she had nothing against Bodhum; the citizens had accepted her not long after Snow had brought her here, even knowing what she was. But she had something she needed to do; she needed to know what had happened to Serah. She waited eleven years, far to long for her to stand. She'd only stayed here for that long so she could gain control over her powers. If she wanted to hide the fact that she was a veil she would need to know how not to randomly cause a damn fire. It had been harder than she had originally expected, but seeing as she had had no one to help her with it she couldn't be overly surprised about the large amount of time she had spent over the years simply gaining that control that she longed for.

As annoying and painful (quite literally) it had been, it had all been worth it, all she could wish for was that it had happened faster. Lightning inhaled deeply, still looking up at the old mattress. She slowly lifted up her hand and stared at it, even she was surprised at what those slender fingers could create. She scrunched them up then unrolled them, looking at all the little nicks and marks that covered them. A flickering flame appeared in her open palm, she could feel its heat, but no pain as each tendril of fire lapped at her skin. Her eyes, she could tell, had changed to what they did when her powers were in use. All veils eyes changed in some way when they released their inhuman power. The colour could help you tell what kind of power was in them, a calm or soft colour would mean it could be something that could protect; but her's as nothing like that. Her power could create a flame at its weakest, and cause a fiery inferno at its strongest. She had caused so much trouble in her attempts for control, she almost wanted the ones she had hurt to blame her; but never had they; instead they were understanding of her.

Lightning made the flame smaller and smaller until it was no longer, instantly she felt the loss of its warmth, wishing that she had some of it back. Her eyes stayed the same for a while; they shone so bright above them was as bright as it was in daylight. Soon they dimmed as they returned to their natural icy blue. She exhaled sharply Moving hair from her sweaty face; she hated feeling like she was a human torch light.

She felt surprisingly refreshed when morning came, she had fully expected to be tired from the severe lack of sleep she'd had. She was glad about it; she didn't want to start this while being tired. She brushed down the mess of pink that was her hair, looking in the tiny mirror that was one of the few in the house to see if her hands had actually done anything. Seeing that it had partially worked she made her way to the pantry to scour for something to eat. Upon opening its door did she find it was practically empty. She forced back the scowl she felt like giving to the small room filled with shelves. Lebreau had yet to go buy more food; she had left it for quite a while. But putting her annoyance to the side she searched the shelves to see if there was anything edible among what little there was. In the end, all she found was apples, yes, apples.

She never had a like for the fruit but seeing as it was her only option she picked up a bunch, holding one in her mouth to eat now and shoving the rest in her pocket. She made her way back to her room and cleaned herself up a bit. Switching her crumpled clothes for some of her few others. After putting them on she picked up her brush, which had its handle broken off a long time ago, and began to take out the knots. At the end she tied three braids at the back; it was a traditional hairstyle for the people off Bodhum. What hairstyle people had would signify where they had come from, big places like Palumpolum or Eden had more complicated styles on comparison to a little town like Bodhum. She had heard that people on Pulse instead of a specific hairstyle, tied beads and put dyes in their hair. Most were too proud to change the style if they ever came to Cocoon, so in turn they were either ridiculed or worse.

At the end of this Lightning put the apples she'd stuffed into her pocket into an old bag, she had already put everything else she would need in it the night previous. She took a look around the room and sighed, in a way she hated it, but in the end it was a place filled with nostalgia. She had lived more than half her life in here, mostly by herself from lack of people wanting to be near her. But all in all, this entire place was a waiting room she'd been stuck in for years. And now finally after so long she was leaving.

One last thing she did; was put her mother's old blade into its sheaf, for a second she stared intensely at the extravagant weapon, she had to wonder where her mother had got this, it looked to be what in all rights considered a dangerous and just plain expensive weapon. It doubled as both a sword and a gun, but she couldn't afford bullets, so she could only use half of its uses. She couldn't care either way; it was a fine sword still whether she could use the gun part. She lifted the silver gunblade up to her hip and put it into its holster as she had intended, before taking a last look of her surrounding and leaving the house.

Outside the sun was yet to rise, but she saw it as better this way. People would still be in their beds, so she wouldn't have to answer anybody worrying over where she was going. She didn't want to answer that question, despite her being a constant bitch to absolutely everyone; she had somehow managed to have people that in a way liked her. Though the majority of such people were kind old couples and mothers who happened to have shitloads of kids each. Besides that there was Snow, who she hated above everyone else. If he ever expected for her to forgive him for taking her away from her sister was he sorely mistaken, he was an arrogant asshole in her opinion. But she shook the image of the blonde oaf out of her head to get on with concentrating on what she was doing. But her thoughts were cut away from her by a call from afore mentioned oaf,

"Oi, Light, so what are you doing?" Yelled out a deep male voice tinted with curiosity.

She turned back with her best 'leave me alone look' that she could muster. He paused his walk over to her; he lowered his raised arm and looked at her with an expression of worry. He'd noticed what she had on her; no doubt the idiot had put the pieces together.

"You're leaving aren't you?" He stated almost sadly but without a hint of doubt sounding out. He continued walking towards her until he was right in front of the angry woman.

"Oh why do you care? Leave me alone I don't want to see your stupid face!" She screeched angrily.

His face turned to shocked before switching back to sorrow. 'What did he have to be sad about?'

"Why do I care? What do you think!" He yelled back, matching her angry tone.

She resisted the urge to jump at the sound of his voice, Snow didn't get angry much; damn does it sound scary.

"I think you shouldn't be wasting your time worrying about me." She stated coldly. "You have better things to do don't you?" She eyed him and watched as his expression deepened.

"Don't be like this Light." He pleaded.

"Oh I'm always like this, why does it even matter?" She kept her voice loud, hoping it would cut through that thick head of his.

"You're not always like this; I know that for a fact." He said sure of himself.

Lightning flinched as a memory from a time that seemed like nothing more than a dream floated into her head. Damn him for mentioning it at all, she'd rather forget it.

"Leave me alone, for the rest of my life how 'bout it?" She crossed her arms and pivoted; intent on leaving him there.

"Light!" He yelled out in desperation, running forward quickly and pulling her close to him. She stumbled into his grasp, head hitting is chest then pulled back as far as she could immediately. Her face heating up, a feeling of embarrassment rushed her from how uncomfortable she felt from her personal space being invaded.

"Snow! What are you doing!" She yelled as she struggled to get her arm out of his firm grasp.

"Stopping you what do you think? I can understand what you're going through; I know why you're doing this! But you can't do something like this by yourself." He said as confidently as he could.

"What do you understand?" The woman whispered dejectedly as she lowered her head down, staring at her feet. "Why don't you trust me being by myself?" Her voice became stronger, "Why do you have to follow me around everywhere like you're some lost puppy!" She raised her head back up eyes flaming with anger, barely caring to notice the change in them, only realising it from the brightness that lit up the area around them.

"I'm sick of it, I can look after myself by myself!" She ripped her arm out of his hold and stormed off as fast as she could, not looking back at his pained expression.

"And what will happen if anyone finds out you're a veil? They will kill you, you know that right?" He did his best not to let his hurt show.

Lightning looked back at him for a second; eyes unfocused.

"Then I'll kill them before they get the chance." She exclaimed fiercely before making her leave, leaving alone the despised blonde standing there on the beach's shore; holding tightly onto the crystal necklace that always hung around his neck.

Unknown to them, in both their heads came back the memory of one stormy night from years long passed, a memory that only existed between them both.

Oh that was fun, that was the first fight I've wrote between those two, please tell me how I did, I really want to know what you think.

Reviews shall be much appreciated and shall help my sanity,

Thanks for reading.