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(This is my longest chapter ever, 5000-ish words! yay me! Though it's kinda slow starting, bear with me)

Onward...


Chapter 5:

Walk the dark path
Sleep with angels
Call the past for help
Touch me with your love
And reveal to me my true name

~ Nemo

Lightning stared out at the downpour outside her window. Today, she had been woken up by the grumble of thunder as it echoed her namesake.

"Gloomy day." she heard her room mate comment from behind her. She turned to see the dark-haired woman crossing the room.

"Yeah," she murmured softly. "Thanks." she added, taking the mug of coffee offered to her. Tifa merely offered a smile, pulling up a chair to sit next to her. They sat in silence for a while, each to their own thoughts. Unsurprisingly, Tifa was the first to make conversation.

"So. You used to live here?"

"Hmm." Lightning said in affirmation. Her gaze was still fixed outside the window, or rather, the droplets of water sliding down the smooth glass.

"What was it like?" The pinkette seem to fade away, lost in her memories and Tifa wasn't sure she'd get an answer. But after a long while, the sergeant looked at her.

"Different." She responded quietly. Her eyes held a softness Tifa could never recall seeing before that moment, except, maybe, when speaking of her younger sister. She was not so close to the sergeant, but she knew that she rarely smiled. Her reputation preceded her. Before she could elaborate -if she was going to-, however, Tidus interrupted with a knock on the slightly ajar door.

The blonde haired young man strode in.

"No repairs today." he announced, with Zack following close behind.

"I'm not surprised." Tifa commented, looking out the window. "It's raining by the bucket load."

"Jecht said it was the rainy season now." Zack added. "It'll be like this on and off for the rest of the month, apparently." Meanwhile Tidus had flopped on the floor and started to stretched. Sitting up, he rubbed the back of his head.

"Any ideas what to do now?"

"I've got cards." Zack offered, pulling out a pack. "You girls in?" He asked, as he settled on the floor.

"You bring those around with you every where?" Tifa teased, moving over to them.

"Only when I need them. Lightning?"

"I'll pass." the sergeant murmured. The dark haired soldiers exchanged a look while Tidus remained confused.

"What?" he asked. "What?" Tifa rolled her eyes.

"What are we playing Zack?"

Their voices faded into background whilst Lightning focused on her own thoughts. She steered them back to Tifa's earlier question. 'What was it like?' Her first thought had been that there was no way to describe it. Followed by amazing, incredible etc. Then she remembered. Serah hadn't liked it all that much. She could see how much Serah preferred it on Cocoon. And herself? If Fang was not in the equation? It would still be amazing, of course. But not so...much. It would be missing something, definitely.

She shook her head. She'd been thinking about this too much lately. Perhaps, she should stop and take a break for a while. Therefore, much to her comrades' surprise, she joined them in their fourth round. And much to Tidus's dismay, proceeded to own them all. Her poker face was perfection.

It was amusing, to say the least. When she allowed a small quirk of her lips in a small smile and he would immediately draw out only to find she had nothing. The next time she did it, he stayed in and, well, royal flush. She did this a few times to mess with his head. Pay back, in a way, for pushing her off the roof. Then she stopped, settling on a expressionless mask. It was getting pitiful, after all. The two older ones had not paid attention to her expressions, deeming her too sneaky to be trusted.

By the end of the session, Lightning was the clear winner, followed by Tifa and Zack. Last would be the youngest of them, seeing as he had only won once since Lightning had joined the game. They got up, stretching their limbs and went downstairs in search of food.

The next few days were passed much the same, as the dismal downpour showed no signs of slowing. Then on the fourth day, Lightning was awoken by the sound of some idiot shouting somewhere in the house. Grumbling, she pulled the covers from over her head. She blinked rapidly at the unexpected light.

The sun was out. But once again, the shouts drew her attention. Muttering to herself discontentedly -her sleep had been interrupted various times in the night by the thunder and lightning, yes she was aware of the irony- she threw back the covers and stumbled over to the door.

It was Waka. Standing in front of Tidus's and Zack's door, he turned to her sheepishly.

"Blitzball?" She grumbled.

"Fifteen minutes."

Slamming the door, she turned away. Tifa sat up, rubbing at her eyes. She looked at the window.

"Thank Etro... It's stopped raining." Her shoulders sagged and she flopped back down with a happy sigh. "What did Waka want?"

"Blitzball." she replied, lying back down on her bed to catch a few minutes more of sleep. Meanwhile, Tifa stood up, heading to the bathroom.

"Good. I think I'd go stir crazy if we had to spend one more day indoors."

"It's not the same as Cocoon's." Lightning warned into her pillow.

"I suppose so. They don't have anything like a blitzball arena. So, where we playing?"

"Mud." Was Lightning's only answer. Tifa raised an eyebrow at her, but left her companion to sleep.


In the end, the guys ended up going ahead. Lightning had waved them on -well, more of grunted- mumbling that she knew the way.

"It's not like you to be so lazy." Tifa commented when the sergeant finally found enough energy to start getting ready.

"You regret it if you play blitzball half asleep." was Lightning's reply.

"Again, why?"

"You'll see."

"At least tell me where we're playing." Tifa said as they started walking.

"Northside, otherwise known as the North Plains." Tifa quirked an eyebrow.

"Plains?" Not an ideal place for a water sport...

"Mmm. They can only play blitzball after a heavy rain, so during the rainy seasons, before winter and before summer, mostly."

They stayed in the South-West corner of Oerba, the most intact part of the village. Their repairs had them working west, and as they walked, Tifa could see the fruits of their labour. When the edge of the stone ground was within sight, Lightning broke the silence.

"They call it the North Mud during the monsoon season, though." Tifa frowned. Something was off. All she could see was water, though that wasn't right, because Oerba's north wall was at least 100 meters on solid ground...oh.

The ground was still there. But now, it was covered in a layer of water, about four feet deep. It grew shallower, deeper inland, about only an inch, effectively turning the plains into a gigantic puddle of mud and tufts of grass.

"Better leave your stuff here." Lightning advised, unstrapping her own thigh pouch and putting her communicator inside. She stashed it in a small alcove in the side of a building and Tifa followed suit. Now she knew why Lightning hadn't brought her gunblade.

Lightning strode over to where Waka and Fang were arguing over the boundaries.

"It's definitely the same depth over here!" Fang said.

"Wha-!?" Waka spluttered. "Stop cheating, mon. It's at least this much more!" he held up a finger and thumb as wide as possible to show how much she was cheating. A tall man with spiky blonde hair rolled his eyes next to them. He was a holding the end of a string, the opposite tied to another stick some ways off. Then Waka noticed her.

"Lightning! Come set this idiot straight, yeah?" Fang rolled her eyes.

"What, you need a girl to measure for you now?" The two continued their bickering. She looked at the other man.

"How deep is it supposed to be?" He raised his shoulders in a shrug. When the two finally stopped bickering and settled on a compromise, the group gathered in the centre of the court.

"So, how are we dividing?" Zack asked.

"Pulse and Cocoon?" a dark haired girl with a mischievous smile, Yuffie, suggested.

"Nah. 'Sides, they don't know how to play." Fang said. "We'll pick the normal way. I'll captain. Who's the other?" Silence. "What, does everyone wanna be my team or are you guys just scared I'm gonna own ya?"

"Ahh, heck. Just for that...fine." Waka said.

In the end, on Waka's team were Tidus, Cloud, Zack and a pulsian she didn't know. On Fang's were Yuffie, Tifa, two soldiers Lightning wasn't very familiar with and Lightning herself. Fang frowned.

"What's this? You getting sexist now Waka?"

"I could say the same for you." he retorted. Cloud glared at them and the game moved on.

"Wait, what are the rules?" Tifa asked.

"Um, no punching." Fang stated.

"So we can kick people?" Zack mused.

"If you can lift your foot more than two feet off the ground, you're welcome to try. Tackling is allowed and tripping. Anyway, to score, just throw the ball into the triangle," she gestured to the posts at each end with triangle hoops on the top, about 2 meters high.

The game started. Almost immediately, Fang took possession of the ball, Tidus tried to kick her, but failed, the mud unbalancing him and he fell face flat. Fang evidently found this hilarious as she ran, laughing all the while, at least, until she ran straight into Waka and was knocked off her feet. Who was then proceeded to be tripped by Yuffie who was distracted by the unknown pulsian-Clasko- tackling her to the ground. Fifteen seconds in and already four people were down. Still, the scene seemed vaguely familiar to Lightning.

A thirteen year old Claire Farron awoke to a soft rapping on her window. Groaning softly, she raised her head to see her friend crouched on her window still, a wide grin on her face. She opened the window.

"Nice pajama's." Fang sniggered.

"Shut up. What have you got against chocobos?"

"Nothing, nothing." but there was a laughter in her eyes that made Claire want to smack her off her window sill. "Anyway, get ready."

"Where are we going?" she turned to pick out some clothes.

"Blitzball."

"Can't it wait? It's still dawn." She yawned.

"The best time to play." Claire nodded sleepily, starting to change. Then she paused, narrowing her eyes at Fang.

"Look away, you perv." Fang rolled her eyes, but fixed her gaze outside.

"I don't suppose it's anything like Cocoon blitzball?" she asked, leaning on the taller girl as they walked.

"Not really. We created it, ya know? Then you 'coonians went overboard and made the whole thing under water. How the hell do you even breathe?" Claire mumbled something. Fang looked at her. "You'd better wake up a little. It's not the best sport to play half asleep." Claire just grumbled.

"It's the crack of dawn." And she stayed in that sleepy state while Fang argued with the other captain about the teams. The East Coast kids, from the port, usually children of the traders, against West Side, the Oerban's, and Claire. Admittedly, when the game started, Claire did not jump into action, choosing instead to get a few more minutes of shut eye before devoting herself fully to the game. Unfortunately, Fang did not realise this, judging by the ball she sent her way. Cerulean eyes shot open. The ball was too far left. She moved, reacting quickly. Unfortunate, the mud had other plans and she landed face first in face sucking gloop. She heard voices ringing out with laughter. Sitting, up, she blushed, but it remained unseen, with all the mud. She swiped it off. Then she realised something. She glared. Fang was laughing. At her.

"You all right sunshine?" She said, eyes full of mirth. Getting up, she stormed over, as much as she could with the mud. And decked Fang on the jaw. The taller girl fell. Still she laughed. Claire scowled and proceeded to deal out more punishment. But the pulsian laughed all the while, holding out her arms to defend herself until one of their teammates yelled at them.

"Oi! You two! Fang, get up and help!"

Apparently while Claire had been dealing out justice, the other team had scored a goal. Finally, she ceased and grudgingly helped the traitor up. She had to quirk a smile at all the muck on Fang though. Then they played.

The game had progressed much like a regular blitzball game. With much mud flying, cursing and evil laughter. All in all Fang's team was doing pretty good. Then something...happened. At least, to her. During the end quarter of the game, something inexplicable happened and Fang was left wondering. All their teammates were blocked or otherwise occupied, and Waka was running to her, grinning. Then she felt something. A sense of deja vu. It was...weird, but she acted on it, throwing the ball straight up into the air, flecks of mud flying off. Following the instinct, she spun around, dropping to one knee, hands locked together.

She berated herself internally. What the hell was she doing? But her body wasn't responding, moving on it's own accord. Briefly, she remembered doing this before. That prickling feeling was there, something just out of her reach. She remembered someone. Her features were blurry, but for a moment blue eyes locked on hers. Her eyes widened, but the memory was gone and she was snapped back to the present. All of this had happened in the blink of an eye. And she blinked once more as she felt a boot in her hands. Reflexively, she heaved upwards and the person was launched into the air.

"Shit." Waka said as Lightning Farron arced into the air, and with a powerful flip, sent the ball rocketing towards the triangle. He shook his head as the ball passed through, touching neither side and landed with a thud in the mud. "Not a bad move, Fang." He said. "Fang?"

"Eh?" she turned to him, she seemed out of it. But he wasn't worried, she did that every so often once in a while. Lightning landed smoothly with a slight squelch of mud. He clapped a hand on Fang's shoulder. Zack had already picked up the ball and was racing towards the other goal. The game was moving on. Waka ran off. By the end of the day, no one would remember the scene particularly. Except for Fang and a certain pinkette. Their eyes met as Lightning stood and the prickling feeling came back with a vengeance. Fang tore her eyes away and ran to assist Yuffie who was trying, in vain, to get the ball from Cloud.


"..then he took one step and fell flat on his face!" Waka narrated. The party burst into laughter, with the exception of Tidus, being the butt of the joke, Lightning, being a stoic soldier, and Fang, being in a brooding mood. Waka noticed this and grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "Ah, whatcha' thinking about mon?"

"Nothing."

"Well, you'd better stop, whatever it is. You look like your brain's gonna fry."

"Oh, shut up." She swatted him away.

It was mid afternoon, but the sun was nowhere to be seen.

"About time." Jecht said when they reached the meeting point, more or less in the middle of the port diagonal. "We need to get a move on." He cast a glance upward. "It's going to rain again. Get into pairs, you know what to do." He strode away, several support poles balanced on his shoulder.

Gradually, they drifted into groups and wandered off and Lightning found herself paired with Fang. Grabbing a few supplies, she followed the huntress. After a few minutes, they stopped in front of a warehouse. The roof had caved in, but the walls were still standing, several chunks leaning precariously. Fang leaned the metal poles against the wall. She turned.

"Hey." She greeted, as if noticing Lightning for the first time. Softly, Lightning echoed the greeting. Fang scratched her head, as if unsure of what to say. 'this is ridiculous' Lightning thought as the seconds ticked by. She cleared her throat.

"So, what are we doing here?" Fang started, but at the same time looked grateful at the broken awkwardness.

"It's been raining heavily, so we need to fix the supports on the warehouses here so they don't completely collapse."

"Wouldn't it be better just to start anew?" She wondered. Fang shook her head.

"The buildings' support rods go all the way through Oerba's stone foundation. If we wanted to make a new building we'd have to drill through the stone bedrock, and that's be even more complicated. For now, we just try to avoid total collapse until we finish the residential area." She then showed Lightning how to position the steel rods and tie them together in a dead knot with some twine. They worked surprisingly fast and before Lightning knew it, they had finished five warehouses.

"Is it really going to hold?" she asked aloud, looking at the five finished warehouses from atop the roof of a sixth. Fang grunted in affirmation as she hung upside down to re-tie two existing support rods together. She swung the right side up and faced Lightning.

"The winds will go through the warehouses rather than along the sides and if the base rods are wedged firmly enough into the ground, the floods shouldn't shift it." She looked back at their hard work, then turned back to her partner. "What say we take a break?" Lightning responded by sitting back down and stretching her arms. Fang followed suit, sitting at the edge of the ruined roof.

"So," she began, racking her brains for a suitable topic. Cerulean eyes turned to her, but she didn't see, her gaze fixed on the sky. "Any family, Farron?"

At the question, Lightning thought of Serah leaving with a slam of the front door, her mother staring at her with the eyes of a dying stranger and of two solemn faced Guardian Corps officers telling her that Marluxia Farron, father of Claire and Serah Farron had passed away.

"I have a sister. Serah."

"Oh? Younger or older?"

"Younger by three years."

"A mini-Farron, then. She'd be a year younger than Vanille. My adoptive sister," Fang added. Lightning didn't know how she felt about it, being told about Fang's life for a second time. Part of her wanted to scream. Of course she knew who Vanille was! The other said she couldn't, for no reason at all. The first part was of course Calire. And the latter was Lightning. And Lightning was in control now. But Fang was saying something again. "-Guardian Corps?"

"For Serah." She replied, hazarding a guess at the question. "My parents died and I needed to find work. Because of the war, Guardian Corps was the best place. My father worked there too."

"Not PSICOM? What's the difference anyway, Guradian Corps and PSICOM?"

"Guardian Corps is more of protecting Cocoon, we didn't go to Gran Pulse at all. Only PSICOM was in charge of attacking. And no, not PSICOM. I...didn't want to fight in the war." Because of you.

"So then PSICOM gets caught for being total liars?"

"Falsifying information, yeah."

"So...where are they now?"

"Being charged in court."

"Hmm. Seems fair." There was a pause while Lightning gathered up her courage.

"What about you?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you-" her voice caught. Thankfully Fang didn't notice. "Did you fight?"

"I was injured in the beginning of the war." Fang rubbed her right shoulder absently. The scar from the bullet was still visible. "I led one battle, after..." she gestured around. "But only one. The war ended pretty soon after, anyway." She stood. "Well, enough slacking off, yeah?" she held a hand out to Lightning.

"Yeah." She took it.


The rain was coming down so hard she could barely see more than two meters in front of her. She jumped a little as a hand grabbed her arm. Narrowing her eyes against the water she could just make out Fang. The gran pulsian was shouting something, but Lightning could barely hear her over the cascading water. She could see Fang jerking a thumb backwards towards shelter. Oh. Right. She followed the taller woman, nearly slipping several times and increasingly grateful for Fang's steadying hand.

Once they were out of the rain, the volume dulled almost immediately, a sort of numbing background noise. Which was better, Lightning supposed, to the deafening roar. Fang was already wringing the water out of her hair. She followed suit, doing her best to rid the water. She was pulling off her own jacket when she glanced at Fang and stared. The huntress was wringing out her sari, leaving her in short little shorts and an equally short black top. Not helping was the way it clung to her really, really toned muscular lean body. Damn.

The huntress turned, and smirk. She didn't say anything, merely waggled her eyebrows with a look of unbearable smugness.

"Tch." She turned away. Not saying she didn't sneak a peek or two after. She couldn't help it. Somewhere in her mind she still saw Fang as her girlfriend. And as her girlfriend she was used to certain privileges, ogling her body being one of them. She sighed internally. She shivered a little as wind howled through the ruined building and chilled the water clinging to her skin.

"It'll be warmer if we, you know, huddle together." Fang said. Lightning didn't answer, as Fang expected her to, but she was surprised when the sergeant crossed the room to sit next to her. Like, right next to her. She froze, suddenly aware of the inescapable fact the Lightning Farron was hot. Then she regained herself, and, a little cautiously, lifted her arm and put it around the pink haired woman. To her utter bewilderment, the Cocoonian merely rested her head on Fang's shoulder and let out a soft hum. Fang was tempted to say something, but decided against it. They were having a moment. It would be best not to ruin it, lest Farron snap out of her docile state and started getting violent.

So they sat there, in the muted silence with the pounding of rain in the background. The prickling feeling Fang usually got around the sergeant was also muted, a fact she was grateful for. She glanced down at the woman leaning on her shoulder. Her eyelids were drooping, almost closed. Fang guessed she was tired out by the long day. Inadvertently, her thoughts were drawn to the blitzball match. How had Lightning known what to do when she herself had not known what she was doing? And that memory. Of someone with blue eyes... Fang seemed to have forgotten that she herself had also done the same things as Lightning that day and was just as tired as her. Before long, she was fast asleep.


If any Cocoonian soldier had happened to peek into the ruined building he or she would have gotten the shock of their life. The cold and aloof sergeant of the Guardian Corps fast asleep on the shoulder of a barely known pulsian stranger? Preposterous! Likewise, for any gran pulse native who saw a sleeping Fang with an arm around a Cocoonian. The so-called Ragnarok, the one who had caused the most damage to Cocoon and proclaimed its inhabitants as vipers and Cocoon as a vipers nest? Impossible! But it was. And there was no one to see it, once more the fault of their reputations as people who could take care of themselves.


Zack waited, slightly impatient, for Lightning to pick up. He was a patient man, no one could argue with that. But his patience was not being tried by Lightning, who was not answering his calls, even after the tenth try. It was by Tidus.

"When is a river like a cloud?" the blonde man asked. Zack gritted his teeth.

"I don't really care, Tidus." He ground out. Tidus, unfortunately, didn't get the message.

"When water falls, get it? Waterfalls?" Zack's shoulders slumped. No more, he pleaded internally. Someone shut him up. His spirits picked up considerably when a familiar voice came from his communicator.

"Sergeant Farron here."

"Thank Etro. Lightning, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Zack." Her voice was slightly muffled by the background noise of falling rain. "I took shelter in one of the buildings. Did you guys make it back okay?" He let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah. Though Tidus has been annoying the hell out of me." He heard a faint sound, like laughter. He frowned. Lightning? Laughing? "You think you can make it back soon?" There was a pause.

"Not sure." Came the reply. "But don't worry. I got Fang with me in any case. I'll try to get back, but either way, I should be okay."

Zack was just ending the call when Tifa entered the room. She had a white towel around her neck, rubbing at her hair.

"Any luck?"

"Yeah, she's okay. Might not be able to get back anytime soon, though."

"Hmm." She murmured distractedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Rygdea just informed me that PSICOM's heads, Jihl Nabaat and Yaag Rosch have pleaded not guilty in their trials."

"What?!" Tidus sat up. Which, in Zack's opinion, the most sensible thing he had heard him say since they got back. Tifa only shrugged. "But how?" Tidus spluttered. Tifa's eyes darkened.

"I don't know. They're claiming that Gran Pulse is a real legitimate danger."

"But we've been through this before." Zack pointed out. "Guardian Corps proved them wrong." Tifa shook her head.

"We don't know what they're playing at. They could just be stalling or they might have a plan. Whatever it is, we need to be on our guard." There was a long silence. Then Tidus aptly summed up the situation.

"This sucks."


Lightning hung up, and turned to look out the broken window. The rain had lessened slightly, so that instead of it feeling like they were under water, it was merely like they were standing under a waterfall. Turning away, she walked towards the sleeping huntress. Her boots splashed in the two-inch thick water. She gently shook the brunette awake.

"Fang." The huntress stirred. Lightning watched her for a moment before turning abruptly and heading to her jacket, which was spread out on a concrete shelf.

"Farron?" The huntress called out, sleepily.

"Here." she slipped it on. It was still damp, but drier than before when it felt like she was wearing water. She sneezed. She needed to get warm before she caught pneumonia. It was a miracle she hadn't caught it already. Behind her, she heard the sounds of Fang getting ready. She turned and was slightly disappointed to see the smooth muscles covered by blue cloth. Fang sneezed rapidly, three times in a row, and Lightning shook away the disappointment.

"We'd better get a move on." Fang said. Lightning nodded. Together, they stepped out into the torrential downpour.


They made it pretty far, considering the sheer amount of water pounding on them. But about five streets away from Lightning's residence, they slipped. Suddenly, Lightning couldn't breathe. The stupid street was so flooded she was submerged. She clawed and flailed in a moment of embarrassing panic. I'm going to drown, she thought in a strange moment of ridiculous clarity in the midst of her flailing. I'm going to drown in two feet of water. What a way to go. When Fang finally managed to grab her and haul her up spluttering, she was much embarrassed.

At least Fang looked slightly worse as well, coughing up water. Fang led the way, pulling her through a short gate and they half-slipped half-trudged towards to front door. Fang fumbled with the slick doorknob and at last, they fell through the door into warmth and dryness.

Lightning had never loved the floor so much. She sighed, the side of her face pressed against the soft carpeted floor. I'll never take you for granted again, she vowed silently. She coughed. She didn't know how long had passed, but it wasn't enough.

"Fang!" she heard the exclamation from somewhere above. With a few groans, she managed to sit up and kick the door close as footsteps thumped down. She slumped against the wall, too tired to brush the strands of hair in her eyes away. She blinked slowly to get the water out and the orange blob hovering over them -Fang was still face down on the floor- focused into a red-headed girl.

"Are you alright, um..."

"Lightning." She breathed out. For some reason, she felt like laughing. What an odd feeling.

"We're fine Vanille." Came the groan from the dead person on the floor. But her face was still kissing the carpet so it came out like 'we fi lacblac'. Vanille got the gist of it. Fang rolled over. Evidently, she was feeling much like Lightning because she was laughing. A feeble one, but one nonetheless.

Lightning didn't remember much of what happened after. She remembered a lot of senseless retorts and giggling then getting into a bath, getting out of it and being shown to a room by Vanille and then falling onto the bed and into a sort of half-sleep. Sometime later, she was dimly aware of someone entering the room.

"Say, Light?" It was Fang. Evidently, she had calmed down as she wasn't laughing at random intervals anymore.

"Hmm?" Lighting replied, convinced it was a dream.

"How did you know what I was going to do earlier? During blitzball?"

"Eh? I..." Lightning found it hard to hear Fang. Which was strange. Her dreams were normally very clear. "Silly. Of course...I knew..." You told me to in my first game. It's what we always do. But she was sleepy and losing consciousness so all she managed to get out was, "you told...me... to in..." And then sleep overcame her and washed away her thoughts.

But Fang was still awake, and she frowned, thinking it over for a moment. Then she pushed it away with a shake of her head. Lightning was half asleep. She probably wasn't thinking straight. She consoled herself, saying it didn't really matter. But it did.

With a sigh, she turned away.

"Goodnight, Lightning." She shut the door and left Lightning Farron quietly sleeping.


Anyone wondering where Rygdea and Cid are? Well, they're a little too dignified to mess around in mud. I plead guilty to the terrible joke told by Tidus. In my defence, one of my juniors laughed a little. A small chuckled like: heh heh. Lightning's father is called Marluxia after one of the OrganizationXIII members in Kingdom Hearts 2 mainly because his signature thing is rose petals-ish thingamajig, I think?

If Lightning seems a little OOC it's because she's caught between being Lightning and Claire because of Fang and being back on Gran Pulse.

Next update might not be for a while because I'm going to try doing NaNoWriMo, writing a novel in a month. Good luck to me! But good news is that I know more or less what my next chapter is going to be like, so waiting time shall be less.

Anyway, review people!

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