3 Wrath

Sometimes, Claire's anger came through the door with her. The elder sister was a stoic woman, but she could perform many masks well. The face and patient smile of a waitress, tired and annoyed by the patrons of the day but hiding it behind a sweet greeting and soothing voice. She never talked about it, but her 'service voice' stuck with her on bad days, on days where clients would flip her skirt and hoot and holler for kisses. She wouldn't talk about it, just stomp to her room and sleep off her anguish. Serah would just do what she did best, make dinner and leave a warm plate on the stove for her sister to eat after her morning workout, before camping outside of the girls room, falling asleep against her door with a blanket as her only source of protection.

On these nights, Light would wake up just to carry the girl to bed, so that they both may rest peacefully.

Part time shifts at the maid cafe weren't the only thing that upset Claire. The teen was easily agitated, even if she kept a cool and composed facade in public. Serah would attend her classes at the local college, listening to the professor with half an ear while her peer gossiped and whispered about the mysterious 'Lightning'.

"Did you hear? The pink haired beast took down all of Sazh's men."

"Even the kids?" a horrid look. The man in question was a notorious kingpin, known for smuggling children and using them to further his schemes.

"Yes, even them."

Serah allows her textbook to slam shut and her own annoyance grew. The only downside to having a sister in the yakuza was this, the rumors spread and slander that she would have to turn a blind ear to. So when she finally gets off, she stomps home, ignoring the friends that greeted her and explaining that she didn't feel well. Anger clearly wasn't exclusive to Claire, as the younger sister began to clean. Dust every little particle, rearrange the dishes and wash the knives, twice. The afternoon pasted her by this way and she thought of calculus, of how gentle her former boyfriend's hands had been, before "Lightning" broke his fingers. The woman was ruthless and powerful and she would fall before Serah's own hands.

Dusk had arrived just before her sister did, and as the older Farron stripped herself of her boots, she felt a chill in the air. Something was wrong, the house was too… quiet, devoid of the usual life and chatter that was present when Serah was around. Dinner wasn't cooking and the television was off, and all she could ear was a district hiss of water running in the kitchen.

"Serah?" Her instincts kicked in and her fingers tightened around the switchblade in her skirt, just in case they were facing a home invasion.

"In the kitchen!" she calls out, the water turning off. Her voice is detached, and when Claire walks into the kitchen, her greatest fears averted for now, she sees the oddity. There are containers on the table, even though Serah loathes takeout and Claire still can't get rid of the chill lingering against her spine.

"You ordered?" She quirks an eyebrow and begins to take a seat, ready to hear about Serah's day. Something about this felt vaguely familiar, the feeling invoked right now. The younger twin moved quickly, avoiding the brief touch of Claire's fingers as she went to touch the girl's shoulder. Serah spoke with her back to the woman, humming still as she continued to clean nothing.

"Yeah, I figured you can have takeout tonight." Her voice was benign, but Claire could hear the edge and alarms went off in her head. She didn't forget a birthday, or a flute recital, right? Serah didn't want to do anything special today, or she didn't mention it because she always listened to the girl.

"And… what do you plan on eating then?" she's careful, scared of something fragile. Her sister was her world, the stars themselves, and the idea that the girl was upset unsettled her. Little old Serah, who cried at the end of Disney movies and still collected stuffed animals, couldn't possibly harbor an ounce of hate in her.

"I'm sure I'll find something to snack on, Lightning." This is the final alarm, the proverbial glass shattering between them. It was some kind of unspoken rule, that no one called her Claire but her sister. The rest of the world and its inhabitants would know her as Lightning. And vice versa, Serah using that name meant that she was upset with her sister directly. Something was wrong between them and she had no clue as to what.

"S-serah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The proud woman is groveling, begging for forgiveness because seeing her sister look at her like that, like she was just another boy, another stranger to keep at bay. They only had each other, so fights should have been few and in between. She didn't even know what they were fighting for, so when she got up, her hand brushing against Serah's creamy shoulders, exposed by the straps of her tank top, she wasn't expecting what happened.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Serah never raises her voice and the sound of her shrill tone makes Claire quake. The younger twin whirls on her heel, crystalline eyes unnaturally fierce. "You killed children? Is that why you came home late last night, Lightning?" she really wants to believe that the rumors aren't true, but she doesn't know, and that's what scares her above all else. The woman that was closest to her, was also a stranger. She knew that in order to survive, Claire would do what it takes, but Serah could never fathom that this lifestyle would lead to something so gruesome.

There's a clear distance between them now, and Claire tries her hardest not to pace, not to move in the slightest, lest she upset the beast before her. She had faced down drug dealers, murderers, and cops twice her age with nothing but a bat and her looks, without an ounce of fear. But here, seeing the malice in her sisters eyes, she was terrified. Frozen solid, even.

Serah took this as an admission of guilt, continuing the tirade. "Or, were you out all night because you were fucking one of the clients? I know you act all high and mighty, but it's all just an act because deep down you're just a pervert who likes to fuck her sister. Right? Right?!" Her voice quakes with something Claire can't identify, and she's not sure when she became trapped between the wall of the kitchen and Serah, who's two inches shorter but still manages to be opposing and threatening in her school uniform. The words sting more than Lightning thought possible, like a wound re-opening, and this rage is reminiscent of their late father. Sudden, strong like the moonlit tides and just as destructive.

She takes a breath, maybe to calm herself from the rage. And when she looks to Claire again, the detached look is back in full effect. "You know, I don't think I ever really loved you. Not the way you seemed to be obsessed with me, anyways. Always stalking me and my boyfriends and just ruining things like you did with mom and dad. You know, maybe you should have burned in that fire with them. B-"

There's a thunderous clap, like a strike of thunder, as Claire smacks Serah's cheek with a force that sends her reeling. They would never hurt each other. The hands that held Serah's tender body after their nightly trysts, the fingers that had been so gentle, were clenched in a fist, ready to strike again if needed.

"Say it again." Serah gets to see it for the first time, the actual strength her sister kept secret, the bloodthirsty gaze that threatened dismemberment, and Serah has to take a moment to regain her senses because her cheek is burning and her throat is hot, tight.

"Say it again!" She braces herself for another strike, but finds herself being hoisted up, thrust roughly against the wall like a paper doll. Lightning's grip on the fabric of her cardigan is tight and they're eye to eye now, so Serah can clearly see the tears forming beneath her sisters beautiful eyes.

And just like that, the anger deflated. The weight of her words hit and disgusted her, and her body was no longer hot, agitated with unspoken fury. Her body slackened in Claire's grip, and became heavier with sorrow. She said something… something vile to the girl that she was supposed to love above all else?

"I'm so… sorry." She's whispering, mollified with her words, with the anger that was misdirected.

"That's not… it's not what you said." Claire's careful not to crush bone, but she's still pinning the girl against the wall, her body tense and the tears flowing evenly. She didn't shudder or quake when she sobbed, steely even now. The words had stabbed her in a way that no knife ever could have.

Claire watches her sisters' eyes closely for any more signs of aggression. "I love you, you know. Everything I do, I've done, was so that you don't have to starve, so that we can survive in this fucked up city without worrying about where our next meal is coming from, or if the lights will be on when you get home from school. I –" the mask slips for just a second, but it's long enough for Serah to see it. Light's holding back, she wants to destroy the girl for what was said, but she doesn't because she's the older sister and she's a glacier, patient and responsible even now.

"I… didn't kill the kids. Directly. There was an accident, miscommunication between some rival gangs I guess because they just opened fire on everyone there. They were all just waiting for me to take out their boss, I guess." Serah believes this because she believs in Claire, in Lightning, to do the right thing. There are no masks when she's around, and the yakuza who would take the world by storm was no stranger to her. They were twins, lovers.

"You… really want me to be dead?" There's a pause, a glimmer of hope that she had heard wrong and maybe this was all in the moment, but the words had been spoken, and something in her had been mangled as a result. On late nights, when she was out roughing up anyone that dared to challenge her, Lightning fantasied a heroic death. She's selfish in such a manner, daydreaming of a street brawl gone wrong, or a shooting. A brief lapse of judgement, long enough for someone to slit her throat and leave her corpse rotting in a ditch. Serah would be alone, and she would mourn, but the girl would be safe.

"I really am rotten like you said." Something shifted, and Serah is afraid to speak as they begin to move. Claire hoists her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying them to the bedroom in a hurry, not thinking to wait for a response, a resolution to this disgusting argument that Serah had started. Her body felt like concrete as she sunk into the plush mattress. They were in her own room, walls and desk decorated sparsely with the things they could afford. Tiny trinkets and clips from her favorite magazines and photos of her new life. The room felt warm, even if her body was stinging from the cold feeling in her ribcage.

"Light, w-what are you doing?" she feels the woman straddle her, and like a boa, is upon her neck, biting and pinching and groping Serah through her clothes. Her voice sounds agitated, gasps annoyed and impatient.

"I'm going to remind you how much I love you." The tone promises something that makes Serah's knees weak and her breath hitches in her chest as Claire choses that moment to hit a sweet spot at the crest of her collarbone, biting and sucking feverishly. Any protests are lost on her tongue when her sister's hands find the buttons to her cardigan. Lightning would take out her lingering rage on this, distract herself with sordid orgasms and the taste of Serah's flesh, and come morning, they would stay in. She'd cook them a proper breakfast and for the first time in recent memory, Claire would genuinely laugh. A sweet sound.

Almost as sweet as the moan Serah emitted at her rosette sister kissing the crest of her breasts. She wants to make it last, but with each bite, each lick rougher than the last, the younger sister can tell. She's going to make it hurt, because her anger was fiery and all-compassing. She tilts her head back, lips parted as she whispered the woman's name urgently. There was a heat building between her legs and the demon assaulting her cleavage didn't help. Lights fingers slipped beneath the fabric of the white cotton bra, and she found her purchase, deftly teasing the girl, biting and sucking on exposed skin until Serah's legs were clamped tight and a wet spot was forming in her underwear from the excitement.

"Ha… A-ah…" heavy breaths against her ear, Claire doesn't bother with pleasantries. She's familiar with the curves of her sisters' tits, the valleys of her thighs and the treasure she hid beneath a plaid skirt and cotton panties. She can feel Serah grinding back against her, her smaller arms secured tight around her waist, legs wrapped about the woman and trapping her close, so that Light could feel the effect. The elder sister growls, licking her own lips excitedly before moving from Serah's cleavage, focusing her attention more south.

"M-my nipples are really sensitive s-sis!" Serah's voice is a squeak, embarrassed and so turned on that she doesn't even care. She wants to beg forgiveness, for some kind of mercy because knowing Lightning, she really might fuck the poor girl until they're both unable to stand.

Lightning doesn't seem to hear the protest, or maybe she doesn't care, because in a instant, her lips are upon a pink nipple, sucking and licking with all intent of hearing the girl scream. Her legs are wrapped around one of Serah's now, and she's moaning against the flesh as she rubs herself, the only thing separating their skin being a sheer layer of fabric. Serah's screaming frantically, her body thrashing as she tries to hold in the waves of pleasure that rock her core with each like. Just thinking of what that tongue would be like inside of her made her mouth water. She feels two digits enter her mouth, just to silence her, and something in her brain clicks. She would atone here, show Lightning just how lewd her little sister was in private.

So with a vigor and urgency that surprised the both of them, the younger Farron sister began to suck on the fingers, making a pleased mewling sound as she felt Claire's hand come between their warmth, cupping over the fabric of her panties. In slow, measured circles, the knight rubbed her clit feverishly, relishing the muffled squeaks and moans. Serah's shoulders stiffened, and her back arched slightly, legs quivering under her siblings work. It was short, and a little too easy the first time around, Claire's warmth rubbing along Serah's creamy thigh, her sharp teeth poking and nipping at the skin she loved to praise, and as her little sister approaches her first orgasm, there are already bruises and ugly bite marks forming around her neck. She can tell that the girl is about to cum by the rhythm of her thrusting hips, the way Serah's tongue relaxed against the fingers she sucked on and her eyes opened, lust clear and her desire shown without words exchanged.

"Oh my god, oh, fuck." The wet spot in her underwear only grows bigger but she doesn't care, because her chest is rosy and the fire that Claire so desperately wanted to spread is now burning Serah alive. She looks to her older sister, desire still there, but a teasing gleam beneath the innocent visage she loved to wear.

"Oh, what? That's all you have for a punishment, big sis?" her baby blues are haughty and a chill goes down her spine as she hears the low chuckle Claire gives in return. They both know that what she started won't end here. Even if they were never so vocal about it before, she knew that Claire would stop at nothing to see the girl she loved bruised up and in her arms at the end of the night.

"Do you think I'm that kind?" she pulls her fingers back finally, licking the slickness of her sisters juices from the digits thoughtfully. "You know I'm not satisfied. Not yet."