Oh my god. I found a CG pic that's EXACTLY how I imagined a fourteen-year-old Light. So if you imagine him a bit older, about sixteen, that's Light o
Here is the link:
media DOT photobucket DOT com/image/agito xiii/lightningagito156/Final Fantasy Agito XIII/05.jpg?o17
If that doesn't work, go to Photobucket and type in Agito XIII. The boy with the cards would be him, but he looks more like Light in the picture in which his face is turned to the right looking at the "camera".
Still looking for a CG pic for Sen who I am planning to make a better heroine, seeing as she is a bit useless and all of you love Light.
Chapter 11
"Are you listening to me?" I was partially glaring at Light. He looked at me through his eyelashes and hair.
"Yes," he said before he continued cutting up tomatoes.
"You're not paying attention," I whined.
"Am too. You've been begging for us to go outside for the past half-hour."
"But why not?!"
"Because Mom told us to stay inside because it was going to storm."
"Well." I bounced back in my chair. "I'm going to pout at you until I get my way."
Light sighed.
"I'm not looking at you."
"Oh, come on!"
"Nope."
I spun my chair around. I heard a faint rumbling outside.
"If we go outside for ten minutes… and come back in before it starts to rain, Mom won't notice."
"Why do you want to go outside so badly?"
"We've been inside all day!"
Light sighed. Then he put down the knife.
"Put on your coat."
I tackled him with a hug and ran out the door.
"We're not going unless you put on a coat." And Light blocked the doorway. I stuck my tongue out at him and ran upstairs to retrieve my coat.
The sky was dark by the time we went outside, and there was lightning. Light groaned.
"Why do I always let myself get convinced by you?"
I giggled.
"Because you looooove me."
"Don't push your luck, munchkin."
I punched his arm and we started walking.
"Light, what do you want for your birthday?" I asked as I started skipping slowly.
"Nothing," Light said.
I turned around.
"You've got to want something!" I cried. "It's your birthday!"
Light shrugged. "I've got pretty much everything I want."
"Hmm."
I ran ahead of him and waved at a boy Light's age and height who was staring at us.
"Hello! Who're--?"
Light grabbed my arm and started dragging me back.
"It's going to rain," Light said. "We walked to far."
"Hey!" I protested. "I wanted to know that boy's name!"
"What boy?"
"Never mind."
It started to rain, first in soft drops, then harder and harder until it came down in buckets. I gave a small scream and Light laughed as we ran as fast as we could back home. When we ran inside, I slipped and Light quickly caught me, while I was giggling the entire time.
"Be careful!" Light sighed. I slipped off my shoes and took off my jacket, then I sneezed.
"Oh, crap," Light muttered. He put a cold hand on my forehead. "Are you running a fever?"
I snorted as I pulled away.
"No. I don't get sick. It's just your overactive animation."
"Imagination, Sen."
"That's what I said!"
"Of course."
"Anyway, you're probably the one that's going to get sick."
"Would you stop climbing on the furniture?!" Light quickly pulled me down from balancing on the cough.
"Why?" I whined.
"Because I don't want to be worrying about you falling backwards and breaking your neck."
"I'm not that clumsy."
"I don't intend on finding out. Go take a hot shower so you won't catch a cold."
"Yes, Mom," I snapped. Light looked at me sideways.
I walked upstairs and took a shower and washed my hair. I combed it and towel-dried it. Then I ran downstairs.
"Liiiiiight," I whined. "Tie my hair."
"Hang on a minute." Light finished making the salads and came over to sit beside me on the couch.
"Ouch!"
"You've got a big knot in the back," Light said.
"Ow! Stop pulling!"
"I'm sorry."
I started when Light sneezed several minutes later. I laughed.
"You're going to get sick."
"Am not."
Light suddenly winced and grabbed his neck.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," Light said. He rubbed his neck a bit. "Probably just a muscle spasm."
"I'm hungry," I complained.
"Well, what do you want?"
"Not salad." I crinkled my nose.
"You need to eat your vegetables. No wonder you're so tiny."
"Well, if I have to eat vegetables, I'm not hungry anymore."
"Fine," Light sighed. He stood up and started towards the kitchen. "I'll see if I can find something else…" He froze in his path.
"Something good?" I climbed to the edge of the couch.
Light grabbed his neck again, his fingers twitching.
"Light?"
Light gasped and fell on his knees.
"Light?!"
I ran to him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him back and forth.
"Light! What's wrong?"
I put my hand over his, the one clutching his neck.
"Does it hurt?" I asked quietly. Suddenly, I felt something sticky on my hand. I released his hand. Black pus was oozing between his fingers and was on my hand. Horrified, I looked at Light. His iris's were slits.
I screamed and scrambled against the kitchen counters, wiping the pus all over the kitchen. Light started to fall forwards and he fell on the ground. His body twitched for a bit, then became very still.
"Light?" I whispered. My hands were shaking. I stood up and washed my hands. Then I grabbed a towel and gently wiped the pus off of Light's neck. He was unconscious, but his breathing was even. When I had wiped all of the puss off, a black, rash-like object remained on his neck. I gasped.
I bandaged it and tried to drag Light to the couch. In the end I gave up and got him a blanket and a pillow. I called Mom.
"Hello?"
"Mom, it's Sen." I was on the verge of tears. "Light is sick."
"Sick…?" She sounded uninterested.
"He… he had this attack! And black pus came out of his neck."
I heard her drop something.
"What did you say?!"
"Black pus… it came out of his neck and now there's this… black rash on his neck--"
"Dammit!" Mom yelled. "I'm coming home now, okay honey?! Hang in there."
She hung up as Light groaned.
I dropped the phone and ran to Light's side, grabbing his hand and kneeling down.
"…Sen?" he moaned.
"I'm right here, Light," I said softly.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. Mom's coming home. Don't worry."
"Why are you crying?"
I wiped away my tears with my free hand, then grabbed Light's other hand.
"You scared me."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just go to sleep."
Light's eyelids flickered as he fought sleep.
"No. I need to--"
"Get some rest. Sssh." I brought my hand through his hair. His eyelids drooped, and he was asleep within seconds.
I continued stroking his hair, then I lay down beside him, crying silently. I had this horrible feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
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