IN THE SKY THAT NIGHT CHAPTER 5: THE DATE
AUTHORS NOTES
'This' means (a) someone is thinking (b) it is a flashback (c) it is a fantasy/imaginary scene
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, it may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. we start with character A in a warehouse. Then we go to character B in an apartment- a scene change from a warehouse to an apartment.
As usual, apologies for the outrageous update delay.
Disclaimer; I do not own the Final Fantasy franchise or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is nonprofit-I am making no money from this.
Bright Lion Apartment complex, afternoon…
The apartment of the professional Dominatrix and Cocoon renowned alcohol connoisseur known as Fang Yun was on a good day; a chaotic mess of collected weapons, pictures of friends and family. Standing out among them was a silver framed picture of Fang in PSICOM uniform standing alongside a severe, silver haired man with a diagonal scar on his harsh features stood on a table beneath signed commendations from the military.
Scarily spotless given that the last time Lightning Farron was here she saw bondage, S&M gear and sex toys lying about on chairs and the kitchen table and obvious stains in the carpet on furniture signifying vigorous sexual activities across the domicile.
Lightning had just finished explaining the humiliating disaster of the past day to one of the few people she called friend, who sat with her legs unashamedly wide, in an obnoxious purple robe in danger of falling open, sipping Behemoth Brew direct from the bottle. She lounged back on her apartments coach looking amused at her embarrassed friends plight.
"Could have been worse. You could have gotten drunk, gone over to his place and ravaged him."
The wild-haired woman made obscene gestures with her calloused hands and lithely muscled tattooed arms.
"Maybe shoved him over a table, torn his clothes off with your teeth and rode him hard until the thing broke, or both things broke."
Light scowled at her. A glare with enough impact to scuttle a Havok Sky Tank.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?! He's going to show up my place tonight expecting…"
-X-
In the dim, candle lighting of a cliché romantic scene, Lightning stood staring at her reflection in a full-body length mirror. She squirmed in discomfort, gazing upon the near translucent, silvery nightgown she wore. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance wondering why the hell she chose an outfit that not only clearly displayed her shapely body but shamelessly showcased the push-up bra squeezing and raising her cleavage and the dental-floss-thin thong cleaving her lower regions.
Hearing a jarring knock, she walked to her apartments front door. As she glided barefoot, her gown rustled and the sinfully shaped flesh beneath rippled with each step.
She opened the door.
Standing in the hallway was Hope Estheim. Not at all dressed for a romantic meal;
Clad in a bulky grey trenchcoat, with scarves covering his whole head except eyes.
Light blinked at the odd-garbed figure, her eyes widening as he opened the bulky garment and removed the scarves revealing…
He was also barefoot- his feet scuffed from clearly walking a great distance without footwear. Light's eyes and mouth widened in disbelief as she took in the fact that he was completely naked except for ruby-red rubber briefs, a criss-crossing bondage harness across a chest lined with dozens of pegs biting into flesh and a bondage hood that left only his eyes visible...
"I did this at home, Mistress so as to warm up." He mumbled through the latex head garment. "You don't have to waste your time with the smaller stuff Mistress."
-X-
"Err, yeah, that's not gonna happen…" Fang drawled shifting her legs lewdly. Her guest was too busy freaking out to realise Fang was naked under her robe.
"You think the guy who's had me tying him up and torturing him for months, now is gonna show up for a dinner date expecting polite conversation?!" The pink-haired woman hissed. Her imagination spun more ridiculous scenarios;
-X-
Hope stumbled into Light's apartment carrying several bulging duffle bags. Light blinked, wondering how the slight built male could carry such weight. She was more disturbed when she saw the look of wide-eyed exhilaration on the teenagers face.
He was not alone- sauntering behind him was a tall, smartly dressed, pantsuited woman with flowing green hair and eyes hidden behind ornate sunglasses.
The emerald-haired stranger looked about Light's apartment as though appraising the place.
"Hmm, I can work with this… here, here and here." She pointed a jewelled hand at points in the room.
As Lightning stood dumbly watching, (uncomfortable and annoyed her elegant and low-cut dress had been ignored) Hope unpacked his bags and set up strikingly professional-looking lighting and camera equipment.
"Wait, who the hell are you?!" Light angrily asked the stranger.
Hope answered. "Call her Salome, she worked as a pornographic movie producer- or a director. I forget which. I convinced her to come and shoot a video with us, since I found out I really enjoy being humiliated on camera."
Upon opening several of the huge bags the crazed male handed the wide-eyed pinkette enough filming equipment to make a major Nautilus movie production and a book four inches thick with the word "script" on it.
-X-
"Are you still drunk?" Fang asked Lightning back in the real world, staring at her like she was crazy.
Lightning wasn't listening, she stared into space imagining...
-X-
The exquisitely beautiful young woman, born Claire Farron lay bent over a large kitchen table of smooth wood, her bottomless blue eyes flitting about, showing worry and uncertainty.
She wore an elegant white silky dress that wrapped around her appealing figure, clearly showing the delightful shape of the posterior that was provocatively pushed into the air at her position.
She shivered as she felt strong, steady hands trailing down from her shoulders, squeezing into the remarkable muscles there, down her back, pressing into the soft but ample flesh that made up her shapely thighs.
Her eyes expanded in alarm, feeling a pair of strong palms settling on her ass. Her delicate features began shifting rapidly in unsettling sensations he felt long, dextrous fingers spread out across her rump, squeeze in deeply into the supple flesh, the thumbs were particularly alarming, they probed in between her buttocks, bunching up the silky fabric that preventing the digits from entering her further.
Her face went red in embarrassment as she felt her dress suddenly tugged up over her hips, revealing her underthings (a white lacy thong and a garter belt) to his lecherous gaze and her backside to a humiliating, firm clasp on her butt cheeks, going redder as her 'date' began jiggling her well-developed posterior by tugging and shoving thoughtlessly on the large globes of flesh in his grasp.
Light's siren song of a voice yelped in shock as her attacker released one hand and slapped the pinkette hard on the ass with a resounding SMACK!
She swallowed a gulp of terror as Hope Estheim shoved one of his own legs in between the legs of the woman bent over before him, pressing his upper thigh against Light's soft spot.
The Estheim heirs powerfully-built upper body lowered and bent and pressed down over hers, crushing her down onto the table.
Light felt Hope's breath on her face as his hands creeped under then further up her trembling body; up her sides to her fear-vibrating face.
She felt him delicately brush aside her exotic pink hair, in contrast to the rough, hungry kisses now being planted on her face. A series of brief struggles died, her lovely body freezing in an arctic of horror as she felt a huge bulge in Hope's pants poke against her rear end.
Horror became true terror as she heard the sounds of a belt and zip being undone out of her line of sight.
As though reawakened, she bucked under him, trying to push him away. The stronger male grabbed hold of her arms pulling them up and trapping them behind her back in a painful lock.
The terror went from a surge to a constant flooding tide as she felt a hand thoughtlessly shove down her underwear, tearing silky fabric.
In feeble defiance, she pushed her squashed chest up off the table, her rear end however was still in Estheim's grasp. Her upper body twisted around in panic trying to see what was happening behind her.
All Light's features erupted into pain; blue eyes widened in pain, white teeth bared, facial muscles twisted, all showing shocked pain as she felt a violent shove of a very size-gifted manhood into her, rocking her body violently forwards, sending a shockwave of sensations from point of penetration, up to head and back down to toes flailing in midair as she was violated from behind.
Her legs flailed around Estheim's hips and waist as he thoughtlessly shoved deeper down and out, crushing, penetrating and yanking on her body. Her hands scrambled forth, grabbing onto the table edge in front of her gripping it so tight it may have snapped.
She could hear the table creaking, the sound of flesh smacking together, his breathing in her ear as he violently thumped down on her, forcing her whole body back and forth rubbing across the table beneath his weight.
Something very sensitive inside her was touched in a very bad way and she froze staring ahead in horror. She writhed in panic as her house guest continued driving back and forth inside her, unable to see her lovely eyes tearing up within an attractive face scrunched up in pain.
Strangely, she suddenly became aware of beads of sweat staining her elegant white dress as his assault on her continued…
-X-
"If Hope touched you from behind without your permission, you'd mule kick him so hard a gallon of Elixir wouldn't heal him." Fang deadpanned.
The wild-haired brunette put her bottle down.
"In all seriousness, you want a trusted partner willing to overlook your initial awkwardness and bitchyness and I'm-gonna-kick-the-crap-outta-you-ness. Now you've got that chance with this guy."
"You mean this kid. He's younger than me. I have no idea how much… experience he has."
"It's not like he's some schoolboy blushing when a girl so much as looks at him, you've been his domme for months now…" Fang was starting to lose patience with her stubborn friend.
'Hope Vanille's having better luck with Hope…'
-X-
Apartment block Orange SunFlare, same time…
At the second part of 'Operation: Get Light laid', Vanille Dia sat listening to School/Institute mate Hope Estheim pace holes in her apartments carpet and babble in panic about the fact that he had a seemingly nice and normal dinner date with the woman who had been stripping, beating and dominating him for months.
Vanille's apartment was very dissimilar from her lifetime friend Fang's; the red-headed girl had a home that was somehow cosy and reassuring, with at times, obnoxiously bright colours everywhere.
Also, her bondage equipment and literature was always tidied away in a closet, unlike Fang's.
Watching her guest pacing in panicked circles from a bright orange cushioned seat, Vanille spoke in an uncharacteristically patient tone of voice;
"You have nothing to worry about, you've been alone with Light many times before, so why is this different?"
The redhead wasn't sure if Hope even heard her until;
"I- I don't know what gonna happen when I reach her place… "
Hope's imagination ran wild;
-X-
A heavy metal door, tall as a small building, thick enough to stop a charging Adamantoise in its tracks, creaked open loudly to a cavernous room shrouded in shadow.
Hope stepped through the door, feeling small and frightened.
Several steps in to the blackness and Light erupted from the darkness, stabbing into Hope's eyes.
He winced, looking into the awesome illumination, in the center, Hope's date stood in terrifying glory backlit by a blinding light.
She wore a bodysuit of a shimmering material, white with golden armour plates on her shoulders, forearms and shins.
Her strikingly long legs were encased from toe near to shapely rounded hip in ornately stylised, menacing metal armour from bladed boots of polished gold with etchings of screaming faces encircling her knees, ankles and front of legs in a precise pattern. The boots were platforms giving Light another four inches of height without being as painful to wear as the footwear she had often forced Hope to wear.
The outfits torso was shamelessly decorated with sculpture like images of copulating women covering her crotch on an armoured skirt and extraordinarily detailed breasts plate.
In between the beautiful yet obscene armour was skin tight black latex, revealed through the plated enough to showcase Light's lust-inducing figure.
Around her wide hips was a belt where a variety of equipment hung including two jewelled daggers, a coil of rope, handcuffs, a dangling line of anal beads, a large syringe of unknown fluid, a massive paddle with actual spikes on it, a neural stun baton, and several other vicious looking gadgets that certainly didn't fit the definition of Safe, Sane and Consensual.
In her hands, encased with the same aristocratic/demonic armoured gauntlets, the Mistress Farron held up an electro flogger, an extreme sex toy developed from a device created by PSICOM for torture of actual prisoners.
Hope had read about those devices, the strands struck hard enough to split open flesh then the soft, highly flexible memory metal delivered electric shocks through the body of the victim. He trembled at the sensations to come.
Her head sported a golden helmet, spikes on the headgear seemingly pointed down at the coldly beautiful face of the wearer.
so mesmerised by her beauty, that Hope couldn't resist as Light grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into a dungeon, its horrors eclipsing any at the Tower.
"Guess what Mr Snowflake? No safe word rules here, so I can really get rough on you..."
-X-
"You're going for a meal, that's all…" Vanille soothed, placing a hand on Hope's trembling shoulder.
"Meal, right…" The teen gulped.
Hope's panicked circling stopped when an awful thought occurred to him. One so horrifying it stopped his heart in his chest and risked bringing tears to his eyes.
"Do… you think… Light has been with men before?"
Vanille groaned and narrowly avoided facepalming.
'Yes, she's been with many men, but none of them let her do things you're happy to do, so you're special, dummy!'
She didn't say that, afraid of the response but it was too late; Hope's imagination yet again ran wild;
-X-
Lightning as a schoolgirl, hair in incongruous pigtails held by mincingly pretty ribbons, attired in an inappropriately short and tight fitting school uniform, pressed against a gym locker with some dirtbag jock making out with her, taking liberties by inserting his hand up her indecently short skirt...
Lightning as a college girl, experimenting with her sexuality by inviting a voluptuous blonde woman into her dorm room, writhing in pleasure as they pulled their opposites clothes off, exploring each others bodies on a bed in a room cluttered with datapads and hentai literature...
Light as an adult, now a soldier, in Guardian Corps uniform, in a back alleyway, fornicating with another soldier; she was held against a brick wall, her legs wrapped around a muscular waist, moving up and down in sharp, rough jerks, bodies rubbing together lewdly, visible even in Coccoon's night cycle. They weren't in private either, the alley was just off a public walkway and heavy foot traffic beat above them on an elevated walkway where anyone could see the copulating pair if they looked down, and their bodies were only barely obscured by the huge trash bin they fucked right next to...
Light, still an adult, working as a bouncer, dressed in a black sport jacket and pants. She dragged an even more well-dressed man out of a club by his hair only to manhandle him to a large red car. Violently, she shoved the stranger into the drivers seat. Barely waiting for him to get seated she forced herself into his lap, straddling him. Closing the door and activating tinted windows the pair awkwardly unbuckled and opened their respective pants and began a cramped, no doubt uncomfortable but novel method of sexual intercourse...
-X-
Fang spoke softly to Lightning, knowing her friend was going to try to talk herself out of this;
"Your past relationships with… losers, have made you cynical. But, I've never seen you like this with a guy. Especially since this isn't your first date."
Light shot the raven-haired woman an angry look.
"He did keep coming back." Fang grinned triumphant.
Light continued to glare, unabated.
"And you like that."
-X-
Vanille stopped Hope in his tracks by grabbing his shoulders- not Mistress Rose hard, but still impressive for such a slight girl.
"Remember when that... uh... interesting... girl Alyssa at the Academy asked you out? You didn't even seriously consider it. I've never seen you this excited or even interested about a girl before, she must be special."
Hope let out a breath when he realized her point- Light was special. And he trusted her.
-X-
Tranquil Island apartment complex…
Hope nervously looked around the address he had been given of Lightning's apartment. The place looked normal enough. No leather-clad women dragging squealing men into their dungeons, no provocatively dressed ladies standing around like hookers looking for customers. No screams or pleas for mercy. No red lights or deep shadows.
'What the hell were you expecting, an evil castle? Idiot.'
After hours of fretting in his wardrobe like a teenage girl, the young man had decided to dress normally for his first official date with Mis-Lightning. He wore a relatively new, long-sleeved white and yellow coat with a light blue shirt beneath, along with gray pants and trainers.
No point wearing a suit if Light was just going to tear it off with her teeth (another fantasy of his).
He was being watched: hidden on the complexes roof Fang and Vanille watched through hidden cameras like a PSICOM sting op.
"18:02;. Subject has arrived in standard civilian gear. No signs of gifts besides flowers." Vanille reported in straight official tone. Fang shook her head as she swigged from a silver flask that definitely wasn't coffee.
'Vanille's seen too many movies…'
They were watching to ensure Hope and Lightning (mostly Lightning) didn't screw this up.
-X-
Hope froze taking deep breaths. 'Come on… what's the worst thing that could happen?'
Worst thing that could happen (a)
Passing through the buildings entrance his mind flashed to created images of an elegant dining room that Lightning Farron would have no access to in real life. The anxiety-filled minds eye of the young and inexperienced Mr Estheim saw himself, lying face down on a huge silk cloth covered dinner table.
He was unclothed, though not uncovered; selections of exotic foods were arranged atop his naked body; meats, vegetables, salads and various treats were placed onto the male.
A large, undoubtedly cold spoon scraped across Hope's upper leg before scooping up a spoonful of beans off Hope's rump (some had dribbled between his ass cheeks), perfectly steady, the spoon went to the elegant mouth of Lightning Farron, sitting at the table in an elegant purple dress with more frills on it than the pinkette had ever worn in real life. Completely oblivious to the perversion on her act, she ate the beans, totally ignoring the naked male shivering on the table before her.
He kept walking towards the stairs wanting to burn off energy…
Worst thing that could happen (b)
A flash of light and now Hope sat in a chair eating opposite Light. He was wearing a light grey suit and tie, she wore an evening gown of identical colour. Both Domme and Sub ate. Off Vanille's bare ass as she hummed an unearthly tune.
He made it to the floor his domme lived on…
'Just a meal. Just a normal meal. With a dominatrix…'
Worst thing that could happen (c)
In yet another fantasy, Hope was strung up, hanging from a high ceiling by chains, watching Lightning eat whilst making sounds like an orgasm each time the food touched her tongue. Her jewellery covered hands masturbated shamelessly as Hope longingly watched.
He narrowly avoided walking into an old woman. He apologised in embarrassment.
Worst thing that could happen (d)
Lady of the house, Ms Farron announced she had invited a dozen people to a banquet (at a hall she couldn't possibly have access to in real life) and Hope was the entertainment. Throughout the night Hope was forced to perform erotic dances, stripping out of various costumes provided for him, was beaten by various dommes, then finally used as a rent-boy. Not just for female, but for the male guests as well.
He finally reached the door, he was sweating profusely now.
Worst thing that could happen (e)
Lightning stood glaring down at him, kneeling on the floor naked.
"I've ordered food from this fast-food joint," (she shoved a flyer with a business name on it into his face) "-go fetch for me."
Heartlessly she kicked Hope out into the hallway completely naked.
"Okay, this is just stupid!" Hope nearly yelled to thin air.
He knocked on the door. Perhaps a bit too loud.
-X-
Inside apartment….
Lightning Farron, former trained soldier, badass dominatrix and master martial artist, almost jumped in shock.
'Damn it! He's here!'
she nervously patted herself down, cursing and acting like a nervous schoolgirl.
-X-
Back Outside...
The door opened.
Hopes heart stopped its racing beat as he laid eyes upon his date; he expected something extreme like rubber lingerie, or demonic styled leather armor. Instead she dressed casual; a silk white shirt, loose-fitting black pants and white trainers.
He was stunned at how… casual and normal she looked until he gazed upon her ethereally lovely face. Her exotic pink hair was the same; shoulder length and in its familiar exotic style- it accentuated her femininity while remaining somewhat practical.
Her sparking blue eyes were fixed in a stunning stare of… determination? He realised in embarrassment that he was staring.
Hope squirmed as the occupant of the house examined him, in his mind, judging him.
They awkwardly greeted each other
The twenty-something woman frowned at the teenagers response and thought; 'He's staring. Was he expecting me to be in workclothes?'
"err… did I underdress?"
"No it's fine." Light replied. 'At least he wasn't dressed like a bondage slave…'
"Come in."
"Hi!" was delivered twice. Again.
After some awkward squirming she ushered the near trembling male in.
He gulped. In a flash, he remembered he had a gift; flowers- Sunleth's twilight Bloom. A favorite of Lightnings mother, recommended by Vanille.
"Where'd you get these?" Light asked breathless.
"Uh… Vanille recommended them…"
"Of course.."
Upon entering, Hope looked around light's apartment, struck at how normal it looked.
"Expecting cages, BDSM stuff here?"
Hope looked sheepish.
"…big place…" Hope awkwardly blurted out.
"Being a domme pays well, lots of people want to come escape the safe, preplanned life the Fal'Cie mark out…" she trailed off, remembering the death of her parents in a freak accident. If that was part of the so-called gods plan.
-X-
They sat at the kitchen area table, Hope's eyes widened as he looked over the prepared meal.
"Wow, looks great!"
Hope had mentioned once (when he was being hung upside down) that he liked seafood (fish acquired from Cocoons artificial oceans).
"Didn't know what you'd want, so I chose at random. This is a seafood and mushroom paella."
Inside a huge alumnisteel pan, a selection of foods sizzled with mouth-watering aroma.
"This looks like something from a fancy restaurant!" Hope remarked in astonishment. Light took the compliment, his excitability reminded her of Vanille.
-X-
Light's hospitality was a bit awkward and stiff, she didn't have people in her apartment much except for Fang and Vanille. Silently, she laid down numerous dishes onto plates: Hope figured they were appetisers.
"Bifrost Forest tomato salad, shrimp sautéed with garlic and Sunleth Golden mushrooms."
Hope put a fork of food in his mouth.
"Th-this is really good!" Hope moaned inappropriately after a bite of mushrooms, indeed each dish was delicious. Comparable to high end gormet cuisine Hope had tasted all over Cocoon, with flavours possessed of a homey touch, warm and relaxing. Each dish had a twist that made it… intimate.
Light looked at him embarrassed.
Smiling slightly as her guest smiled goofily, chewing on his meal. She started eating her own.
She finally spoke up; "I'm not sure what you were expecting."
Hope looked away from his meal. "I don't know what I was expecting… I've never done this before…"
He looked away nervously, "I've never… you know… seriously dated… socialized before… like this.. I don't really know what to do in this kind of situation…"
"I haven't either… I'd be- grateful. If you'd tell me what to do."
'This is awkward…'
"Have you… ever been with a woman before?" Light asked wincing at her bluntness.
Hope's reaction told her the answer.
"… not that that's a bad thing…" She stammered. "It's just that… I'm a little uncomfortable with having a relationship with someone younger and less experienced."
Hope blanched. Less experience...
"Why do you want me- you could have almost any girl due to being rich and cute." Light asked the question that had bothering her for weeks now.
Hope had a long pause.
"...In Palumpolum, my friends would set me up with lots of… bad matches."
"Like?" Light asked, waving a fork.
"A model."
"What, as in clothes?"
"Handbags, or something..." He shrugged.
At Lightnings impressed look he followed up;
"She was... obnoxious. Stuck up."
Light smirked: a female model was a client of hers and she had let slip (under electro nipple shock) that she was told that she was a bitch in real life.
"Any more?" She shovelled more food in her mouth.
Hope looked embarrassed, and looked away;
"A cheerleader for the school BlitzBall team. Really loud, annoying, into pop music."
Light imagined a blonde airhead covered with tacky looking plastic accessories.
"A flower club member, she was quiet, weird."
Light laughed at this. "Fang and Vanille did the same for me."
She ticked off fingers.
"A Lawyer (slimeball). He learnt it was not a good idea to demand anal sex during their first date- learnt via a cracked jaw."
Off Hope's shocked but amused look.
"A musician (druggie), I turned him in to the Guardian Corps."
Another finger.
"A PSICOM guy (control freak). Couldn't handle it when I beat him up in spars and humiliated him."
Both laughed imagining the scene of a guy on the mat with Light rubbing her victory in with a dramatic pose over her fallen foe.
Finally, Hope hit a landmine when he asked the question of how the woman went from Guardian Corps to the career of a dominatrix.
Lightning took on a dark look that briefly froze Hope's young soul.
"My parents died when I was young. Accident. I toughened up to protect Serah. Self-defence classes first, then the military just helped with this."
"So how'd you get to Bodhum?" She shot back, in fact calming her dinner guest by being past the provocative question.
"My father sent me here... I always went to the school of his choice."
Light hmmed as she wondered if Estheim senior also had a bride picked out for him. She shook her head imagining Hope in groom garb with a masked bride next to him- holding a leash around his neck.
Hobbies were a weird contrast of the two; Hope studied, played computer games (Light was surprised. Given how physically tough and resilient Hope was he expected him to be active in sports). Hope wasn't surprised when Light explained her spare time consisted of hours spent working out in fighting dojos. Hope laughed saying he wasn't ready for her to beat him in public.
"I could do that next session if I want." Light teased relaxing.
-X-
The night developed as Fang and Vanille watched, annoyed that they weren't taking this to the bedroom. Or making out on the table. Or floor. Or anywhere really.
The pair were smiling and joking. Light had few memories of doing this other than with Fang- and those usually got hazy due to alcohol.
Suddenly, Hope held up his phone. Dramatically, he deleted the picture of him.
"No picture. You can chuck me out if you want."
"...I don't want to." She admitted.
"Can I ask you something? Why did you choose me as your domme after the first time? You could easily get other girls to do this stuff with you."
Hope wondered about that. He laughed. "You're gonna find this stupid… other girls… don't interest me…to me its like you…"
The bleeping of an urgent Communication flash broke the moment.
Lightning blinked, realizing she was staring at Hope's face like some kind of schoolgirl.
"Uh, sorry I have to take this..."
Hope looked away, angry, but not sure at what.
-X-
In their 'Stakeout base' Fang and Vanille booed loudly and tossed actual popcorn at the screen spying at the pair.
"Urrgghh! When are we gonna get to the sex?!" She grumbled. She had been swigging too much liquor due to being bored at the spied-upon pairs dull conversation.
-X-
Back in the apartment, the strikingly cherubic face of Serah Farron, Lightning's younger sister appeared on the main screen on the apartment. Her eyes, so like, and yet unlike her older sisters, were full of worry and near tears.
"Light! I'm sorry, but I don't know who to call… the Guardian Corps won't search for… its Snow… he…"
The elder Farron sibling stood before the comm screen; steely-eyed. Hope was concerned, awed and aroused looking upon her.
"Calm down, tell me what happened. From the beginning."
Serah took a deep breath. Hope chided himself, this was serious.
"Snow went into the Vestige just off the beach to find a NORA member who went off alone to find an unusually strong monster. The Guardian Corps won't get involved until Snow or other guy were missing for at least 26 hours... he's been gone for 10 hours Light..." She spoke, voice breaking.
"I'll go find him. I'll bring him back to you."
In her mind she added; 'If Snow wasn't dead, he will be when she finds him for making Serah worry.'
Serah thanked her, apologized, babbled really.
'Guess the dates over….' Hope thought.
END CHAPTER 5
AUTHORS NOTES
Vanille and Fang are not from Pulse in this story hence their last names Dia and Yun respectively.
Tranquil Island Apartment complex; Lightning's place of residence- this story had Bodhum far larger and more urban developed than canon.
26 Hours; days on Cocoon, like Pulse, consist of 13 hours before and after noon, for a total of twenty-six hours in a day.
Orange SunFlare Apartment Complex; Vanille's home, named after her personality.
Bright Lion Apartment Complex; Where Fang lives.
The guy from the picture in Fang's apartment is director of PSICOM Yaag Rosch.