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Chapter 4:

Gasp...

Vanille peered up at the figure in front of her to see nothing more than doubles and blurriness. She giggled softly then wobbled to her feet only to fall against the wall.

"Hey, are you alright?" Asked a woman with a soft but husky voice. Though it was pretty clear from observing that she wasn't alright.

"I-I'm fine." Vanille giggled and wobbled over to the woman where she had collapsed into her. The woman tensed at the close contact and tried to push her away but that worked to no avail, the girl was much heavier then she looked. She knelt down and sat the girl on the ground, keeping her arm against the girl's back to keep her from falling over. "Where do you live?"

The red-head outstretched her arm and tapped the bridge of the woman's nose with her index finger. "Booooodhum" She said, elongating the word.

Great, well that really narrowed it down to a thousand locations! She sighed and picked the girl up bridal style. She wasn't going to get anything out of her tonight so it was best to wait until tomorrow. Until then, she'd take the girl to her place. Leaving her out here in her current state was dangerous. Too many predators lurked the Bodhum streets at this hour. "Let's go." She uttered under her breath and headed in the direction of the train station.

When she finally made it to her home, she walked up the driveway and entered her house. She walked towards the sofa and layer the girl's sleeping form upon it. Vanille shifted and laid on her back with one arm dangling off the side of the couch, the other tucked behind her head and a smile still stretching across her lips.

The woman sighed and rolled her eyes, thinking who the hell smiles like that in their sleep. She stood there watching the girl for several minutes. She'd never had anyone in her house before not a stranger anyway, so she didn't know what to do.

Her cerulean hues caught a glimpse of the clothing the red-head was wearing. She could hardly tell earlier because it was so dark.

'Nice, so I bought home a drunk whore?'

She thought then turned away and looked out the window, finding herself staring just a bit too long.

She needed to get out of here. First things first tomorrow morning she would take the girl home.

The rays of the Fal'Cie Phoenix shined brightly through the window symbolizing a new day. Vanille groaned and rolled over on her side to face the wall only to fall over on to the floor. As if that wasn't painful enough, she was struck with another pain, right in her head. It felt almost like someone had knocked her over the head with a bat. She grunted and groaned then lay back on the floor. It seemed She was better off that way.

"I suggest you not drink anymore if you can't handle the later consequences of it."

The red head heard a voice speak a few feet away from her. Her initial reflex was to jump up but she remembered her headache and stayed put. From underneath the coffee table she could see a shadow of a figure drawing closer then stopping. Her head snapped up to see a woman with strawberry blonde hair and icy eyes. She wore a hard unchanging scowl that made her freeze up.

'Was I kidnapped!'

She could hardly recall the events that took place last night. All she remember was watching Serah tease her up on stage. The rest was a black hole. The woman raised an eyebrow and then outstretched her arm with a glass in her hand. "Here, I knew you were going to need this, drink it up it'll make you feel better."

Vanille stared at it for a few seconds unsure of whether or not she could trust what this woman was trying to give her. For all she knew it could have been poison. It certainly smelled awful. And why was there a celery stalk sticking out of it?

A bitter frown formulated along the pinkette's lips, creasing her eyebrows into a furrowed look of annoyance. "Do you want to stay sick!" She barked.

Her voice was so stern it was scary. Vanille quickly grabbed the glass and slowly drew it to her lips, the awful smell filling her nostrils. What was this? The red head frowned, giving the woman a do I really have to drink this? look. She turned her head. If that wasn't clear enough what else would be?

She took a deep breath closed my eyes and brought the glass to her lips. As the contents coat her tongue and slide down her throat, she almost gags. It tasted worse than it smelled. She moaned as the back of her throat constricted and her stomach twisted. She wanted to puke.

She drank it down as fast as s could then place the glass on the table top. All that was left in the cup was the celery stalk and she certainly wasn't in the mood to chew that after chugging down that disgusting drink. Her stomach churned and the saliva in her mouth started to taste salty.

She knew what was coming next, Vanille stood to her feet and jolted to...wait she didn't know where she was going. She turned to see the kitchen and gaited over to the sink.

"That's...nice" The woman stated dryly as the grotesque grunts from the red-head filled her ears.

Vanille coughed a few times then sank down against the cabinets. Her body was sore and shaky and her throat was burning.

"You're so dramatic.."

The woman said. Vanille slowly rose her head to see the woman was glaring down at her. Well it was safe to say this woman was very ill-tempered. "Put yourself in my position.." She groaned and laid her back against the floor. The cool surface seemed to be the only thing helping her right now.

"Where do you live?" Her voice seemed a bit calmer now but that annoyed edge was still slightly present there.

"Who are you? Did you kidnap me!" Vanille asked, disregarding her question.

The woman's eyes widened in surprise then a small smirk shaped her lips followed by a dry laugh. "If this is what you call kidnap, then helping you must be something far worse. You were drunk when I ran into you, so I bought you here. You should be thanking me instead of jumping to accusations. Had it been anyone else you probably wouldn't have been so lucky." She turned to the sink and ran the water as she started cleaning up the mess Vanille had made.

'Personal note, NEVER drink again Vanille!'

She sighed and closed her eyes. She was right after all.. "I'm sorry I mean thank you..I wish there was a way I could repay you for your kindness.."

"There is." She mumbled then shut the sink off ad she turned around to face the girl. Her icy eyes narrowed and that annoyed expression was present again. "Tell me where you live so I can take you home later on."

Vanille sat up and smiled nervously. She was never really good with directions, telling this woman that would probably throw her over the edge. "Uhm I..."

"Uhm, you what..." The woman pushed, her voice grinded at the back of her throat.

"I kinda...don't know."

The woman slapped her forehead then turned to face the window. "You're kidding right!"

"I'm sorry!" Vanille shouted. She noticed she was apologizing more than usual. It probably was because this woman scared her a little. "I-I have someone that can come get me!."

"Oh yea, who!."

"Uh-Uhm, my friend Serah!"

The woman's expression seemed to change up upon hearing that name. She looked...heartbroken. She swallowed hard and turned her back to the girl, a lash of emotions ran through her at that moment. "Serah...who?" She whispered.

Vanille blinked twice and tilted her head sideways, bewildered by the woman's odd behavior. "I don't know, she never told me. Come to think of it, you look just like her. Are you two related?" She asked recognizing the uncanny resemblance the two had.

She watched for a few minutes waiting for answer but nothing came. All she noticed was her knuckles clenching against the marble counter top then suddenly she punched the wall...hard. So hard it left a hole in it.

'Yea, I'd hate to be her enemy...'

"Uhm...are you-"

"I'm fine." She whispered then took a deep breath. "No, I'm not related to Serah, but I do know her. So I'll take you half-way but that's it!"

Vanille nodded. "That's fine I'll know the rest of the way after that."

"Good, go take a shower." Her arm stretched out towards the hallway. Bathroom is down that way last door on the left."

"Thank you miss."

"Lightning." She corrected. "Call me Lightning."

"Oh okay Lightning. My name is Vanille." She giggled then walked down the hallway to the bathroom leaving the woman standing there with a puzzled look.

When she finished from the shower she remembered that she didn't have any clothes besides the ones she had worn the night before. There was a knock at the door.

Vanille pulled open the door and there was Lightning standing there with a clean set of clothes for me. "Take it.."

"Thankyou!" So maybe she wasn't so bad after all. The red head took the clothes from her hand then zipped back into the bathroom to quickly get dressed. It was a dark purple tank top and a pair of black jeans. The tank top fit perfectly but the jeans were a little loose around her waist and leg area. The woman was taller than her after all.

She exited the bathroom, drying her hair with the towel to see Lightning sitting on the couch dressed in blue jeans black loose hoody and dark sunglasses. Vanille looked at her puzzled. It had to be at least 90 degrees outside why was she wearing such hot clothing.

"You ready?" She asked standing up and pulling the hood over her head.

"Uhm, yea..." She stated as she finished pulling her hair through the scrungee. "I'm ready."

~xxxxxx~

"Wow this place is sooooooo beautiful!" She exclaimed, turning her head about as she took in the wonderful view the city. "Where are we!"

Vanille couldn't see Lightning's eyes through the sunglasses but she could tell by the way she was looking at her she was confused by her excitement and fascination of the area place. "You've never been to Eden before?"

She shook her head. "No, I've lived in Bodhum my whole life.

"And I suppose you want a tour don't you?"

The girl squealed and grabbed on to the woman's arm. "Will you! will you! Please please!"

"Tch..." Lightning was mentally slapping herself for even bringing it up. She was really being sarcastic when she asked, not knowing the girl was going to take her serious. "Fine, fine..just let go of me will you."

Vanille released her arm and started swinging her own back and forth at her sides. She stared up at the woman, studying her features. She still thought it was weird that she looked exactly like Serah yet they weren't related in anyway. How was that even possible.

"Would you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"Staring at me, you're freaking me out.."

"O-oh I'm sorry." She turned her head down to the ground. "I just can't get over how much you look like Serah is all."

"Yea well it's common for people to look alike. It's not that intriguing."

"To me it is.." She said then skipped ahead of her a few steps then stopped when she seen a big black building with several helicopters circling around it. "Say Lightning, what's that place?"

Lightning peeked over her shoulder quickly then back at the girl. "The Guardian Corps Headquarters. It's where the soldier's orders are sent from. But more than just that goes on behind those walls."

"Ooooooh.." Vanille would say, suddenly becoming more interested in the big black building. "So what else happens in there...?"

Lightning grabs the frames of the shades and pulls them off her face, those pools of icy blue narrowing as she would lean in closer to my face. "Deeeeeath..."

"What!" The girl pulled away appalled. She was expecting to see the woman's serious expression but no she was laughing. Not an all-out "haha"but she was laughing. So the stoic girl had a humorous side. "I'm kidding."

"Haha.." Vanille said dryly then folded her arms and pursed her lips. "You're just full of surprises I see..dull and serious to humorous. One would think you have a personality disorder.."

"Don't care..." She mumbled.

'And back to dull and serious...'

"So," Vanille started cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood again. Lightning was adjusting the sunglasses on her face when she looked at the girl from the corner of her eye. "How do you know Serah.." Lightning was quiet for a long while after I asked that question. Vanille also could have sworn she heard a light growling noise coming from her. "Tch.." She snatched the sun glasses from her face again and shoved them into the pocket of her hoodie. She looked irritated. "Are you really asking me that right now, who doesn't know...Serah.Let me guess she's fucking you too?"

"What!" She was taken aback by her words. No hesitation. No sugar coating it, just blunt and to the point. Vanille choked and felt intense heat over her cheeks. "N-no!" She frowned a little bit, knowing just how much she wished for such a thing to be true.

"Hmph, that's a shocker. Usually anyone that Serah takes home she has sex with."

She heard the woman say. And here she was thinking that Lebreau's overreaction to how Serah acted was because of her high level of jealousy, when in fact Serah actually is a...

"E-everyone she takes home, so were you one of those people? I'm only asking because I can't help but notice the anger in your voice when you talk about her." Vanille mumbled sadly. Again Lightning had grown quiet, only releasing a soft sigh and casting her eyes in the direction opposite of Vanille's. Probably to hide any emotion that was slowly growing in them and she didn't want her to see. It was then Vanille realized that perhaps something did happen between the two.

No something did.

After all, Lightning said it herself, Serah sleeps with everyone. Did everyone include the woman herself as well?

"I'd rather not discuss it.." The woman said and kept it at just that. Vanille smiled, nodding her head slowly while mumbling uh-huhunder her breath. Lightning still made no eye contact with the red head but little did she know Vanille had already figured everything out. She covered my mouth and giggled. For someone so hard and stoic she was awful at hiding her emotions.

"You never seen me. Got it?" Lightning said, killing Vanille's brief moment of laughter.

When the girl opened her mouth to question, Lightning cut her off. "Don't worry about why just never mention to anyone that you've seen me, not even Serah. Do. You. Understand!" She spoke throwing a threatening glare the girl's way. Vanille shuddered and nodded instantly, scared that she might do something drastic if she said otherwise. "I-I wont tell anyone..promise."

"Good. Now, let's get back to touring shall we.."

By the time she made it home from her day with Lightning, Phoenix was burning dimly and the sky was of a pinkish red color.

She staggered over to the sofa and absently fell forward on to it, aside from Lightning's hard exterior. She was actually a really nice person underneath it all. She had to say that was the best time she'd had in forever. It may have been just strolling through the city all day but it was enjoyable.

My thoughts were shattered by some laughing coming from the room adjacent from where I was laying.

Serah's room..

The girl froze as another sound filled her ears only this time it wasn't laughing. It was more like cries of pleasure. She swung her legs around the front of the sofa and slowly stood to her feet. The very thought of finding out what was going on behind that door made her shudder. As she drew closer, she was fighting herself on whether or not she should push the door open or leave it shut. The sounds had grown louder now that she was standing directly in front of the door. What made the situation even worse was that the door wasn't all the way shut.

She leaned her head to the side just enough to see through the half opened door. She didn't see anything but the bed and the light purple sheets that were messily hanging off the sides of the bed. She exhaled relieved. It probably was just her imagination getting to her after what Lightning had said.

Just when she was seconds away from pulling away, she seen two naked figures spin by from behind the door and fall on to the bed.

Vanille took another look inside to see the two rolling around on the bed and feverishly kissing each other. A male. She couldn't see his face because his back was towards her. He had blonde hair and a black bandana.

A black bandana and blonde hair...Snow.

One would think that they were trying to devour one another by the way they were nipping and chewing at each other's mouths. Their movements ceased and Snow rose from the bed with Serah. Her arms circled her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Snow pressed the girl's back against the wall and whispered something in her ear that she nodded to.

The blonde grabbed both sides of the girl's thighs and thrusted against her. Serah's eyes shut tight followed by a loud moan that echoed through the entire room. Snow's pumps seemed to get harder and faster by each passing second, making Serah writhe and over work her vocal chords.

What took place next really threw her off. Serah opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the door and flashed a smirk at her. Like she knew she was standing there the whole time.

Vanille blushed then slowly backed away. Another game she was playing?

But why. Why was she torturing her like this..did she think this was funny..? The girl frowned and turned her eyes down at the bare wooden floors. If this was her way of trying to get her attention it was working. But little did she know it was also hurting her.

It was about ten that night when Snow and Serah had finally finished their sexual play with one another. Vanille had a lot of time to think during the long four hours of hearing those two make noise and slam up against the walls. The sound of an engine drew her attention out the window. It was Snow. He hopped inside his velocycle with a wide grin across his lips and took off to the skies. Vanille was more than happy to see him leave. She sighed then sat down against the wall.

'Me and Serah...'

Ever since that one night, every part of her body lusted, burned for her touch again and she can't ignore it. The more she tried the worse it became

She absently stepped outside her room and gaited over to the front door. Yea, she'll leave. That was the only way she could get over this little problem. Get over Serah.

"Where are you going?"

Vanille looked over her shoulder and saw Serah slowly walking towards her. She pressed her index finger against the button and the door slid open. Vanille could see Serah's eyes fog over in fake concern, like she didn't know this was going to happen. "I'm sorry Serah, I appreciate you letting me stay here but I can't do it anymore."

"W-why…" Serah asked, feeling an empty void open in her stomach.

"It's you.." She turned around and faced the pinkette. Her eyes danced just about everywhere in that small area, too afraid to look at the girl. "You.." She paused. "You're notorious for playing head games with people, and sleeping around. Th-then there's me..the girl you play with.. What do you want.. If it's not Lebreau then who..I've taken notice to all the signs you were sending me but I don't know. I don't know what to think Serah. I just wish you'd stop toying with me..it's not fair."

Vanille's eyes finally settle on the pinkette's perplexed ones waiting for an answer. Serah looked as if she wanted to say something but nothing came, just air from her half parted lips. Vanille walked towards the girl to close the gap between the both of them. Nervously she laid both her hands on Serah's shoulders. The pinkette still did nothing, just remain still.

"I-I…I know what I want.." Vanille breathed, leaning in close, just inches from the girl's lips, body shaking and lungs tightening to the point she almost couldn't breathe. "I want you..Serah." She whispered the words barely audible then gently pressed her lips against the pinkette's.


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