A/N

I'd like to think everyone who reviewed and faved, it means a lot. I'm happy some of you are sticking around for this, and I hope this satisfies your needs. I want to address one reviewer,

Hatin' Mark: You don't understand how much I loved your comment, I was literally laughing out loud. What made things funnier was while I went to take my brother to work, that song came on the radio. You made my effing day, dude!

Anyway, I won't keep you long, please enjoy the story :)

The house was quiet, only sounds coming from the bedroom in the back. They were moans of displeasure, discomfort. There were sheets scattered across the floor, being kicked off once the user had gotten too hot. The tanned woman was sleeping, dreaming of another nightmare. She couldn't stop them from coming. She tried staying awake, becoming terrified of even napping. If she were to fall into a deep sleep, hell would await her. It had been over a week since she's had a decent night of sleep. In that same time, she hadn't seen nor heard from the woman haunting her at night, Lightning. Fang couldn't understand where Light had disappeared to, or even why she left in the first place.

Vanille had called Fang the day after dinner, informing her of the cocoonian's absence for breakfast and lunch that afternoon. At first, there was no concern, since Lightning had done this before, but then night turned into day and the woman still hadn't shown. Fang decided it would be best to call Serah, hoping she had seen the pinkette. The petite girl told her she hadn't seen her sister since dinner, same as them. She then proceeded to tell Fang to wait another day since the soldier disappeared often. Only on the fourth day did the girls began to worry. Even if they knew the woman could handle herself, it still troubled them as to where exactly did the stoic woman run off to. Since they knew she was suspended from work, it left little to no room for ideas. It was as if Lightning just vanished.

Ever since the first day, Fang had been having nightmares of the woman. They started out simple, a dream about Lightning going away for a day but coming back before she was missed, but as the days went on and hope started to decline, the dreams became worse. In her other dreams, Light would be hunted, by what, Fang never knew. What Fang did know however, was that the death was always gruesome. Those weren't the ones that concerned her.

In the more graphic ones, Lightning would be bound, arms and legs tied to each end of a chair. It was cold, damp, and dark, reminding Fang of a basement. She would sit there, shaking. She noticed her gunblade was nowhere to be found, along with the beaten woman's clothing. She could see the scars that marked the frightened girl. Most were old but there were new ones along her arms, legs, and face. A tingle went up her back, causing her hairs to stand and goosebumps to form. Her footstep echoed with every advance she made. When Lightning's head snapped up from the sound, Fang's blood ran cold.

"Fang...Fang, you have to save me. Fang, I'm trapped. Please...Please save me."

She watched as Lightning panicked, her voice hoarse from her earlier protests. She watched the tears come down, watched as the woman struggled against the ropes, witnessed Light cry out in pain as fresh cuts appeared along her wrists and ankles. Fang hated the look in her eyes, as if she had given up already, was already beaten into submission. She hated who ever did this, who ever made the strong woman so, so, so fragile. She wanted to gut the person and let them hang from the welcome sign outside her home. She heard Lightning grasp, trying to grab her attention. She started to hear the footsteps from behind her.

The moment she turned to face the psychopath, everything went black, as if someone threw a bag over her head. In the end, she always woke up from her nightmare, sweat dripping down her face. She was scared for the girl's safety, for her life.

She would never forget the fear in her best friend's eyes.

The huntress couldn't piece together what her dreams meant, what the soldier ws trying to tell her. Light was in each one of them. Only in the dangerous one would someone else appear. To Fang, that meant one thing and one thing only.

Find the little bastard.

xXx

"Goddess, Fang. You look like hell." Serah said while looking over her sister's roommate.

"That's better than I feel." Was the huntress' only response

Serah had invited Fang over her house for breakfast, knowing that the woman wouldn't be caring for herself properly. She assumed that Fang and Lightning were alike, since Light didn't take care of herself when Fang was in the hospital. She knew how much Claire meant to Fang even without her telling Serah. She's falling apart without her. Serah made enough for both Fang and Snow to eat seconds, each plate doubling hers. She wanted to help keep Claire from Fang's mind, as well as her own.

She was worried about her sister. The only places she could have thought Claire being were work, the gym, or her boyfriend's apartment. It still took Serah some getting used to, Lightning having a boyfriend.

In a weird way, Serah felt exactly like her sister, completely hating the guy she was dating. She would just have to learn to deal with him, much similar to the way Light deals with her fiancé. Serah had thought of calling the man, hoping he had any luck figuring where her sister could have gone.

Unfortunately, the last time he saw Light was the morning after the saturday dinner. Although Serah didn't like the Sargent, she still showed him respect, since Claire deemed him worthy enough to meet her family. She hung up after finding out that information, not wanting to think about her sister sleeping with the man, or anyone for that matter.

The less she knew about the relationship, the better.

Serah heard Snow call her name, asking if she was okay. She managed to do the very thing she was trying to prevent.

She looked over at Fang, sitting on the chair across from her. Her arm out of the sling and her forearm was wrapped instead of her usual cast, Fang had been healing well. Her right side was still tender and her leg was still in a cast, but the doctor said she should be better in a few more weeks as long as she doesn't force it. He was surprised at how fast she was able to recover, though her internal injuries were still healing. Her lungs were functioning properly but she wasn't allowed strenuous activity until she had clearance from her doctor.

Fang had said it was because she was a Yun, Serah said it was because she kept herself in good shape, although it didn't look like it at the moment.

"Hey Fang, do you want to go shopping with me?" Serah suddenly asked, thinking of no better way than to spend time with the woman. Snow had to work and Vanille had a group project to work on, so it would just be the two of them.

"Sure, I don't see any harm in that." Fang said, standing from her seat and reaching over for her crutches.

It was a perfect opportunity to get to know the woman. Boyfriend or not, her sister cared deeply for the huntress. Even Serah could see how in love Lightning was. Claire would never just leave in the middle of a mission for someone, nor would she devote her time to anyone besides Serah. If Fang was as close to Light as she was, then Lightning obviously trusted the warrior with her life.

She wanted to know what made Claire so attached to Fang, what was so special that her sister would turn into a completely different person when they were together.

It wasn't just Lightning who acted different, Fang did too. Whenever Claire was around, Fang was always next to her, always talking to her. Though she wouldn't have voiced it out loud, Mark was right, Fang is just like a dog. She was loyal, strong, and always wanted her attention.

Serah thought it was cute the way Fang boasted around her sister, trying her hardest to get a reaction out of the soldier. Her reward would always be an insult or a laugh, but they were all the same to her. Serah loved to watch the hunter's eyes light up when she saw her sister, knowing how rough Claire had it growing up.

She was happy Lightning found Fang. Someone to always be there when she needed someone, a shoulder to cry on, someone to grow old with.

xXx

The streets were packed, everyone preparing for the start of the week, buying food or clothes. The outside mall was the perfect place for business men and women as much as it was for students and teenagers. There were markets, clothing stores, and repair shops. There was also a food court, but that was usually used for intermissions between shopping.

Although Serah has been there a thousand and one times, it still amazed her how many stores there were. So much so, that Fang had to bring her out of her daze more than once.

"Earth to mini Light, are you in there?" Fang asked, standing directly across from her. She was leaning more on her left leg since that was the only one she could use.

Serah blinked at her a few times, trying to figure out her nickname. When she came up empty-handed she decided to just ask. "Sunshine did the same thing the first time she seen Gran Pulse. You just reminded me of her, is all."

She smiled after hearing that, "Sounds like Claire really opened up to you. I'm glad she trusts you enough." Serah walked a few steps ahead before turning around to face Fang, she let her head rest to the side before smiling. "Come on, let's go find you some clothes I know my sister will love."

xXx

"Too loose."

"Too long."

"Too...revealing."

"What is that, cloth?"

"Hey! this is actually mine." Fang stated. She was surprisingly calm considering how much Serah was insulting her sense of fashion.

She had tried on a skirt, dress, shorts, then finally her own sari. Serah scratched the back of her head and had let out a low chuckle. "Sorry, I was just thinking about what Claire would like." She tried to excuse herself, but Fang just gave a glare to the young girl.

they have been in the clothing store for the past few hours, hitting every section there was. Thankfully for them, the dressing room was big enough to hold all the clothes that they had picked out. Serah was the critic, deciding if the clothes was worthy enough to leave the store.

First, Fang tried on the clothes she liked, then would try on the clothes Serah had picked out. It wasn't that she didn't like them, they just weren't her first choice. After grabbing a few arm full, Fang adventured back into the dressing room to try on the outfits.

The first outfit she tried on was a pair of bootcut jeans, they were dark wash, but still blue enough to go good with her skin complexion. The jeans were tight around her lower back and looser when it got around to md-calf. The shirt was a white fitted v-neck, but over that, was a light blue button up. The first three buttons were open, revealing the shirt underneath. She also wore a leather belt, one that was light enough to mash well with her boots; those of which, were similar to the boots she already owned, but were closed off instead of opened toed.

"Aww, you look great." Serah cooed from her seat in front of the mirror that Fang stood in front of. She took a minute to think over her outfit, finding the right words to do the clothes justice.

"I feel like a cowboy." It wasn't that she didn't like the outfit, she just didn't think the outfit and her would mix well.

"Claire happens to like cowboys. Now go try on something else." She said, pushing the warrior back into the room where more clothes awaited.

The next outfit wasn't as much trouble as the first. For the shirt, Fang tried on was a green tank top, since it matched the color of her eyes. She also tried on some denim cutoffs, that ended just before her knee. The pants were skinny, if she remembered correctly. Her shoes were black and white sneakers, they resembled a pair of converse's. Though the clothes were tight, Fang enjoyed the amount of skin showing. When she looked into the mirror in front of Serah, she gave herself a once over. Serah asked if she liked the pants since she kept messing with them. She decided to try on the last outfit before she made her decision.

The last one was very similar to the second. The shirt was a plain t-shirt, medium blue, just like her sari. Her jeans were straight legged, one side having holes while the other had rips going across the leg and thigh. The outfit was more comfortable than the first two, seeing how she was able to breathe easier in them. Fang walked out of the dressing room with a smile, signifying the clothing of choice. When she told Serah she was ready to get, she already had their stuff packed and ready to go. In the end, they purchased the three outfits, some workout clothes, and a few things Serah must have thrown in.

After the two girls left the store, they went to the food court, choosing to eat there instead of at home. They talked about Gran Pulse and hunting, to food and the wedding. Somehow, they got on the topic of Lightning.

"I mean, I've known her to leave, but never without leaving a note. Usually its work related, but Mark said he seen her the day after. I just don't understand why she didn't tell me anything." Serah said from across the table. She looked to be in deep thought, drawing up possible leads. Fang cleared her throat, causing the little pinkette to watch her.

"I don't know. She just left and didn't say a word to Vanille, I mean, you can't just leave her in the house alone at night. But no, she kicked me out. Boy when I see her.." She let her sentence die out to add emphasis to her threat. It succeeded in making Serah laugh though, which is always a bonus in her book. They were quiet again, alone in their own worlds. Fang glanced at Serah when she felt her hesitating.

"How about you stay with us? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured you would want to be closer to Vanille without worrying about Light flipping out when she comes back. You could always say no." Fang started laughing at Serah's rumbling. She gave her a weird look, hoping to understand what she found so funny. "Just like sunshine." Fang finally said after the giggles subsided. She stood up and grabbed their bags, skipping a few feet ahead.

"Come on now, got to get home before Snow eats the rest of the behemoth steak." She said over her shoulder, the small girl's footsteps could be heard running to catch up to her. Fang abruptly stopped, causing Serah to run into her back. She started to protest until Fang handed her the bags and told her to pull the car around and she'd catch up soon.

She waited until her new roommate was out of sight before she went to handle her business.

She walked up to the hardware store, waiting for the person at checkout to come back outside. A few minutes later, the door jingled, alerting Fang of her upcoming prey. She stuck one of her crutches out, causing the person to trip onto the floor. When they rolled around to see who had tripped them, they said one word, "Shit!" Fang reached down, grabbing the man by the collar and slammed him against the side of the stone wall.

"Shit's right, buddy. And guess what? My master is nowhere to be found so you know what that means?" Fang asked Mark through gritted teeth, but before he could answer the question, she punched him with as much force as she could muster considering her injury.

As he started to fall forward, she kneed him in the groin and gripped him by the neck slamming his back to the concrete even harder than before.

"If you do anything to hurt even a hair on her head, I promise you and Etro, I'm going to make you wish I never woke up." Her grip tightened with each word she spoke. When she saw him slip in and out of conciousness, she let him go, before grabbing her crutches and calmly walked to the front where her getaway car waited.

xXx

Serah sat with her car in drive, druming her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for Fang to finish whatever it was she had to do. She figured it wouldn't take long but as the minutes ticked by, she was beginning to doubt herself. She saw Fang come into view the same time she heard police sirens.

"What did she do now?" She asked herself as she pulled open the door for the woman.

Fang jumped inside and gave her a confused look. "Can we go home now?" She asked the huntress, pulling away from the curb into oncoming traffic. "No, we gotta make a stop to the hospital first." She jerked her head to was met with Fang's innocent expression,

"What? I had to protect my owner." She said before falling into a fit of laughter.

xXx

"Really Fang, taking out the trash?" Serah said while opening the front door to their apartment. She greeted Snow with a peck on the lips before turning around to face the huntress.

"Technically, it was. Besides you can't tell me you wouldn't do the same after the scolding you gave me that one day." Fang said before taking a seat next to the big hero. She watched her tsk and turn her head away to avoid contact, "That's besides the point." She muttered before Fang let out another big laugh.

"Sunshine would be so proud of you."

Serah walked out of the kitchen to start on dinner while Snow turned the television on the news, something he always watched.

She watched as the segment about fast food went of the screen and an attractive brunette popped up before making her announcement,

"In other news, Sargent Markus Johnson was assaulted this afternoon by what authorities believe to be an amzaon. He was taken to the hospital after what witnesses said was a love crime. Store owners gave their statement to the polices, saying the woman was brutal with no care as to what happened to the man. We have yet to hear how the young Sargent in the Gaurdian Crops is rocovering, only that he will be staying in the hospital overnight. We will do as much as we can to keep you updated. In sports.."

"Whoa, someone really did a number on him, huh Fang? I mean, man. That guy must have pissed off the wrong person." Snow asked, completely ignorant to the snickers coming from the woman beside him.