I DO NOT OWN FINAL FANTASY BLAH BLAH BLAH

Chapter deux: Meth smells.

really poorly made meth smells, really it does.

"Éclair?" Serah called out, hoping to hear her sister in reply, but having a sour scent breach her nose instead.

"Serah. Go to your room." The husky voice she could only place as her sister's rang in her ears.

It was black.

She was black.

Covered in the darkness.

"Éclair, is that you?" She tried once more.

"Go to your room." The voice boomed through the darkness.

The rancid odour filled Serah's lungs quickly.

"Sis.." She coughed.

"Inside, Serah. go." the gruff sound roared once more, "Now!"

Serah closed her eyes, feeling a wetness stream across her cheeks. The scent now unbearable.

It was strong, like chemicals that refused to mix together.

But familiar.

Serah couldn't think, she didn't know why.

The scent made her cry.

It made her mind race and her heart jump.

She knew the smell a little too well.

And she had this little flash of images that told her; this had happened before.

Except, she wasn't the one on the floor crying.

Her eyes shot open.

She gasped three times quickly before her heart calmed.

"Éclair?" She croaked, anticipating the silence that followed.

Groaning along with her bed as she stood up, she managed a quick glance at the neon colours gleaming in the darkness despite her grogginess.

2:00 AM

She sighed, making her way to the door. There were more important things to look at than the red numbers. The wood screamed out under her pressure, she ignored it and continued to walk solemnly.

She smiled.

Then frowned.

Then smiled again.

She didn't know if it was a dream.

The smell and the voice.

But it didn't matter; because, in front of her was the vulnerable sleeping face of her sister. Her limbs equally as exposed sprawled across the sofa, and to Serah, the fact that her sister was home safe was good enough.

Lightning knew this scent too; it was sweet, as if it were tempting you.

Even the most trained noses couldn't tell what had gone into it.

It was much better than the crude smelling package she was given earlier, it was a nice change.

But that didn't mean Lightning liked it.

She took her nose off the package, staring at the brown paper surrounding the malicious contents.

It was always the sweetest poison that everyone liked.

And as far as Lightning was concerned it was more bang for your buck.

That was if you have the buck to pay for it.

The men groveling wouldn't even be able to get their hands on a pinch of it.

She walked along the darkness, as if she were a part of it. Her body concealed and stiff, but her mind awry.

She was never given such packages, and it was in her nature to question when she didn't know the answer.

(It was also in her nature to fight when she was being wronged, yet here she was.)

She had to know, she had to be prepared. Anxiety rarely filled her, but tonight, like the fumes wafting from the sewers, it filled her.

Her stomach churned against the pounding of music coming from her destination.

"Name?" The surly man before the doors didn't look down to meet the cold gave of the shorter woman.

"Lightning."

He crosses his arms, "You delivering?"

One nod, "Yeah."

"I'll take it from here."

She groans, "I'm delivering."

"I can't let you in."

Two nods,"I'm delivering."

He looks down

"You delivering?"

"I'm delivering."

"Hey there Serah!" Echoing through the halls like a loud announcement, Snow approached a much shorter pink-haired girl.

"Hi, Snow," Serah responded with a smile.

"You look..." He tilted his head with a smile, "You look.."

"I look?" Her head unconsciously mimicked his.

"I was going to say beautiful but I wondered if that was corny." He smiled, lifting the girl in his arms.

"When aren't you corny?" She giggled, kissing his cheek, signalling for him to let her down. Which he did after much mental debate.

"When you're officially my girlfriend you'll be getting a lot mo-"

"Fuck off Snow." Lightning quickly appeared from behind Serah, placing a finger to the 6ft man's chest.

"Leave." She repeated, "Before you won't be able to."

"Sis, I was jus-"

"Don't call me that." She dug her finger nail into his blazer.

"Bu-"

"I'm not your sister." Her nail reached his shirt.

"I kno-"

"Am I fucking nun?" Deeper.

"N-"

"Then don't call me sis. Do you want to be her brother or her lover you dope?" Her nail finally made contact with his skin.

He backed away, "Her lover..." His eyebrows curled up, knowing that today wasn't a good day to argue. Snow bowed and ran off.

"Éclair, you shouldn't be so hard on him.." Serah commented more to the floor then to her enraged sister.

"I won't let any hobo call you his girlfriend." Lightning turned her back to her sister, her hair whipping around.

"He's not a hobo, sis.." She tried to defend him. Yesterday it was paedophile, today it was hobo.

"How would you know?" But Lightning didn't want to admit he'd be good enough.

Because he wasn't.

He never will be.

Lightning believed that, and she wasn't about to let her naive sister tell her otherwise.

Of course, she'd never be able to tell her little sister why she thought that. She isn't sure she'd be able to articulate it anyway.

She stormed down the hallway away from her near-to-tears sister.

Serah was kind and this lead her to be weak.

Lightning was stronger.

She had to protect her, even if that meant hurting her.

Lighting had to be strong enough.

Because no one else was.

"Serah.." Vanille placed a hand to Serah's shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Serah sighed, "Same as always."

Vanille sat down beside her, smiling even though the occasion didn't call for it.

"Your always, isn't sitting on the gravel looking like you just walked out of a funeral." Vanille giggled, snuggling up to her friend.

Serah looked at her and couldn't help but to force her lips upward.

"Ice cream?" Vanille asked.

"Strawberry?"

"Our favourite of course."

ANNNNNNN

I actually though about that Ice cream thing for a while.

Vanille strikes me as the kind that would love all flavours, but strawberry just has a special place in her heart. I can imagine she likes the sweet fruity flavours.

Serah also seems like she'd like all flavours, her favourite being either strawberry or vanilla.

Lightning would either hate sweets or like plain, simple flavours like vanilla... or maybe secretly be infatuated with chocolate lol

Hope is vanilla for sure. I have this head-canon where he tries to act mature and pretends he likes vanilla but actually is that little child who loves chocolate... actually I'm going to use that!

Fang is like Lightning, either she likes it or she doesn't. But if she does, she's be adventurous and like to try different ones, maybe even mix flavours.

Snow + chocolate. I'm sorry but in my mind he's that kid who will only eat chocolate flavoured cereal ( I was also that kid)

And Sazh... whatever his son takes.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am writer blocking it up here so idk i just feel so... block-y.

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