(2,558 words, think the other one was longer) Well here is the second chapter of dance against the wind. More of a humourous chapter I guess, Fang knows how to ruin moments. She'll have her serious moments, just not now. Did you know that the internet is a better thesaurus then a thesaurus?

Well enjoy.

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Dance against the wind

Chapter 2: Sneaking around

The wind rustled loudly outside a window, forcing her to wake up as the sounds loudened. She picked herself up and focused her gaze out the one window of her room that was open. She chuckled in an unfittingly evil tone,

"Remind me to kill you later," Her accented voice threatned the wind.

She let out an exasperated sigh and wiped the sleep from her eyes, she wasn't one for waking early, but she had the curse of being a light sleeper. Which was starting to get worse, the fact of the wind waking her up was a sign of that. She pushed the messy dark hair of hers out of her face, letting out a yawn. She hopped out of bed and shut the window with more force then intended, a bang resided through the room.

She looked back to the large oak doors of her room seeing if anyone was to come in and wonder what had happened.

"Okay, nobody heard it, it didn't happen." She spoke to herself. If she broke this window, it would be the third this year alone.

But the knock on her door proved that wrong, She turned around biting her lower lip,

"Yeah?..."

"Are you going to let me in, I promise I won't tell your daddy you've been assaulting the windows again." A light melodic voice answered.

She sighed a sigh relief, realising she was safe, the only one to catch her was not the type to be a tattletale.

"It's fine, you can come in."

The doors opened to allow in a honey skinned woman, who from a distance would leave you stuck figuring her age, for she had both a young appearance, and one of someone older. Her hair was purely straight going just past her hips, her face was small and pretty. She gave out a kind and gentle aura.

"Well how do you do Annette?" The other said in an attempted intelligent sounding voice.

"I'm just fine thank you, darling little puppy." She went along with it. Giving a warm smile to the younger woman.

"Your friend is here, I was wondering if you might have wanted to know, that is all." She gave a half failed curtsey, Her pregnant stomach didn't allow her to do it properly.

"Well thanks for telling me, Guess I might go pay him a visit. Thanks very much." Keeping up with the same tone.

"Yes yes alright, guess I'll be on my way then, see you later." She smiled, waved and closed the door behind her.

The one remaining in the room smiled at the closed door. Annette and her were good friends, but they'd left that hidden from the younger ones parents. She learnt to do that thanks to not so long ago her sister had been asked who her best friend was, and she named a 37 year old black man. And her parents being as racist as they were, put her in a mental hospital because they honestly thought she was crazy. Yes, that actually happened, it wasn't not a lie.

Annette was the only half white slave who worked on her father's plantation. Her story was not a very nice one. She'd been married and had two sons and a daughter. Both sons were no longer here and her daughter died as a child. Her husband, who was mean to everyone, had been shot by an enraged white man some years ago; nobody had felt sad for him. She remarried to a man far nicer than him, he was the best friend of the masters youngest daughter, who now resided in a mental hospital. Him and Annette had a three year old son together, and at current she was pregnant with their second child. She had to hand it to Annette being able to stay so healthy when she worked so much, not to mention her being 43.

Moving her gaze from the door to her partially open wardrobe, she scavenged for a dress. She took the large wooden doors in hand and swung them open, having a silent laugh at the mess that greeted her. The dresses lay on the floor or badly hung from the top, the pile on the bottom caused them to tilt significantly, so they weren't all tidy either. she pulled out a black dress at random and rushed getting ready, not properly getting ready. She skipped putting a corset on and went too fast to do a good job of anything. She left the room without brushing her hair. It was an utter mess, but it wouldn't be much different anyway, her hair found it fun to be a tangle of black strands that believed it stupid for a brush to tell them what to do.

Running past others startling them in the process, she looked for the friend that Annette mentioned was here at the moment. As she jumped down three steps at a time, causing the ones nearby to give her a strange look; she guessed that he was here because his father had brought him along when he'd come over to discuss business with her father. He was always brought along, even though he was never involved with any of the conversations they had. Now why did Annette have such an evil smile when she'd mentioned he was here, that was so uncharacteristic of her. But that just made her want to know more.

She took a turn into the library, her father's office was in the next room, completely closed off if it wasn't for the small door that was almost always closed. It shut out all sound but what was inside there itself. Some people just had to take advantage of that. Her father was one hell of a racist old bastard, but she wasn't sure whether she should say she hated him, certain expects sure, but not him in a whole.

The library was huge, that was the best word to describe it. Red painted the walls making it look intimidating, It had double story bookcases which took ladders to get to. There was row after row of them, bookcases filled with decade old books, there must have been thousands in just what she could see. This place was like a maze, when you got away from the open part at it's beginning, with all it's grandness and red and gold couches in the middle; it went into a corridor like part. The cases were smaller to a much more average size, they blocked parts of the smaller library part and you had to dodge past them and the white fancy chairs that littered every corner and edge.

And finally, through searching through the red maze lined with wooden bookshelves and an army of books, she found her 'target'. The reason why Annette had had that evil smile was cleared up in less then a second. She stood closely at the edge of a case, peaking over to the other side where he was. She thought up a way to make a grand entrance, possibly just to scare the living daylights out of him, and just because in this situation it was too tempting not to be annoying in some way. For there he was, with his back against the bookcase, locking lips with one of her fathers slaves, who just happened to be a boy. Time to ruin this moment.

She sneaked over to the side they were on, far too distracted in what they were doing to notice the sound of her dress dragging along the ground and as well as the sound of her clambering onto one of the fancy white chairs, which was in the perfect position, right behind them. The most evilist of grins popped itself on her face, silently she took a breath, and in a loud voice yelled out, in a somewhat superior accent,

"Oh Cid, don't you know you're supposed to read books in a library?" She tried stopping the laughter that came out afterwards but didn't do a very good go of that.

She got a perfect reaction from her sudden appearance, the boy that she didn't know went red all over and ran off, And Cid just turned totally red, and made the attempt to hide it under the collar of his shirt.

"Fang, you drunk puppy!" He muttered.

"I'm not drunk, you just made that too tempting. Certainly got myself a nice surprise there, didn't know you were into that type of thing." She chuckled, but Cid watched the shaking legs of the unsteady chair, knowing clearly of what was about to happen.

"You're evil," He muttered again.

"I was expecting you to say that, your just lucky that I-" She didn't finish because the left legs of the chair broke in two and she found herself falling to the ground. All Cid saw was a flash of black and white, from her dress and then she was sprawling on the ground. He couldn't help the quiet snigger that escaped him.

"Oh screw you!"

"Karma's a fun thing isn't it?"

"Didn't I say screw you? now help me up!" She begged, her dress was making things hard.

He did as she said and held out a hand to her, still trying to hide the red on his face. Fang took his hand and he pulled her up. She was unsteady from having hit her head when she fell. Her head was spinning slightly.

"That's not a good thing to do." Cid looked away, scolding her on her last actions before the chair broke.

"Hey why are you saying that, our dads are right near here, you know how they are. If it was them who had to walk in on that then you would be in hell right now, they would want to kill you, literally. The best thing you could hope for would to be sent to a mental hospital. That's their usual anyway. You should be thanking me."

Cid still didn't look her way. He had to admit she had a point. "Just because you're right doesn't mean I'm going to thank you."

"Just promise me you won't do that again in a place like this. Or it's off to the insane asylum for you." She flicked him in the head.

"Fine, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop." He rubbed the now sore spot on his head. "Considering what they did to Vanille, I don't doubt they would shove me into that place too if they knew about this." He lowered his hand down and a quizzical expression came onto his face.

"So what were you about to say before the chair snapped?" He asked, Looking at her with a questioning expression.

"What was I about to say?" She laughed and her evil Fang grin reappeared like it had when she came up with her 'grand entrance'

"Just that you got lucky with me being the one to find you, Better someone that bats for the same team then one that don't."

The look she received showed how taken aback he was,

"What?! Fang you...?"

"Like girls? Yeah always have." She chuckled. "I honestly don't see what all the fuss about guys is, and I always have to deal with it when I'm stuck with other girls. Probably why I can get along with guys better."

He still looked shocked.

"Why has nobody ever mentioned this to me?"

"You never said a word about liking guys, what are you going on about?"

'Damn got me there' He said in his head. "Right.." He mumbled, going red again.

"I remember a couple months ago" She began holding back a laugh. "Me and Vanille were talking to Sazh and I told him I thought Annette was attractive, Oh goddess the look he gave me." The laugh she'd been holding in burst out.

"He was like, 'you remember she's my wife right?' And I was like, 'of course I do'." She burst into a fit of laughter, holding onto her knees so she didn't fall down. "That was so funny!"

Cid was still staring blankly, but then something clicked.

"Wait, so it wasn't the fact you said a girl was attractive, he was weirded out because it just happened to be his wife?"

"Yeah," Fang stood up straight, acting like she had never just almost fell over from laughing.

"I would say in his situation being so judgmental would seem extremely stupid. Not like it didn't take him awhile to get over it. That was how he found out after all. It took a lot of help from Vanille to calm him down."

Still receiving blank stares from the man.

"You are drunk you stupid puppy."

"No I'm not I already told you that didn't I?" She grabbed onto his arm and moved herself close, trying to use close proximity to creep him out.

He pulled her off using his other hand giving a small glare, "Don't do that."

"Oh I forgot, you don't like women," She joked, getting another glare as a result.

"Oh shut up." She was starting to think she'd gotten him angry, oh well, angry people are more fun to annoy.

"I don't have to do what you tell me to do, I don't give a crap if you are a guy." She was lucky Cid was one of the rare men that didn't think they had full control over women, or she would be in hell right now.

"This is going nowhere."

"Then why are you still talking?" She spoke in a questioning tone, being somewhat immature.

"Why do you always dress like you're in mourning?" He referred to her black dress she wasn't too sure she was actually allowed to wear.

"Because I like black so what? I'll have to change later." She shrugged.

"Oh right, the Farrons' party, almost forgot about it. My mothers forcing me to attend it."

"Same here, I feel you pain." She laughed, then said again. "Hey they have daughters right?"

Cid gave her a stare, wondering where exactly she was going with this, not like much guessing was needed.

"Wonder if they're attractive too?"

"Oh for the goddesses sake Fang." He face palmed.

"Hey I was only joking around," She giggled as she made for the exit.

For now at least, that was true.

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