Serah was being ridiculous.

And the only excuse used was, "Light is getting a boyfriend!"

The elder, blind Farron was starting to feel old with all the energy her sister expressed. She didn't know how Serah got this crazy idea of her and Noctis going out. Yes, they have hung out and spent the evening together talking and enjoying each others company. Yes, they have gotten close enough for him to call her Light and she call him Noct. Yes, he didn't care that she was blind, and more importantly, didn't treat her like she needed to be watched over all the time, and she didn't give a damn that he was rich and merely enjoyed Noct for Noct.

Where did this give Serah the crazy idea that she and Noct were going to date?

Lightning shook her head as she walked steadily along the familiar path, the warm air of sunset, caressing her skin in a welcoming glow as she went along through it, her stick, her new companion; still uncomfortably lighter than her gunglade; repeatedly tapped on the ground before her, alerting her that she was going on the right direction by the familiar sound of the tapped stone path beneath her feet.

Her dating.

It sounded odd to her. Especially since she never had the time or interest to date anyone really.

In high school, she was busy taking care of a house, her mother, and sister; she had a job and school to work with as well. There wasn't any time for boys, or any chance for friends. All of them were merely a waste of time and unimportant. Family has, and always will be her top priority. Boys and friends, they were second to none for her. They never gave her a chance, and she never looked anyone's way besides her own family.

And then it was just her and Serah.

All she had left of her family.

Nothing else mattered then. It was only Serah that was worth her life. And she had to protect her sister, at all cost, just to make sure she wouldn't be stuck, alone anymore.

With her father was a Commander in the GC, and had good good connections in the GC. Lightning joined them without a thought, as soon as she graduated high school at sixteen. From there on out, it was Serah and work then. No time, or patience for boys unlike her sister, who fell in love with a "hero".

Then again, he did appear as such. What little sister can't help but fall in love with the man that saved her sister (even when she didn't need help).

Lightning grimaced as she remembered how she met Snow.

He was the leader of NORA, a group of kids that thought of themselves as a secret and fair police force.

In other words, the biggest group of naive idiots she's ever met.

She first met him when she was out on patrols on a route that only called for one soldier, especially since nothing ever really happened on this route. Till that day, that is.

She had been ambushed by a few silver lobo. They came in a small pack of four, and Lightning could only guess that they slipped out of a PSICOM's hold since they were only found in Gapra Whitewoods. She had taken three out when one came up behind her, slashing her side.

Before she could slit that throat, Snow appeared out of no where, killing it and then grinned at her, thinking he would be thanked like a hero should be.

The biggest headache Lightning ever met. And it got worse. Seeing that she had a limp, he insisted he walk her home, the whole way, he merely talked about himself and his glories with the occasional question on how she was fairing. Of course he was completely oblivious to her threats and warning.

"I'm taking you in" merely flew over his head and fell to deaf ears.

And when they finally reached her home, Serah flew out of the house, and the two Farrons were reunited, and when she turned to thank the "hero"; it was instant love at first sight.

And instant migraines from there on out.

Lightning sighed as she made it to her and Noct's spot, automatically moving towards the railing and slumping against them heavily.

She never wanted to meet another blonde her entire life.

The soft hiss of dirt being moved by a shifting shoe caught her attention. Pausing, Lightning tilted her head, turning her gaze towards the sound and staring blindly in the general direction, glaring at the other occupant.

It wasn't Noctis, that was for sure. He would have greeted her by now; who was this stranger that dare lurk into their spot?

She heard those feet shuffle closer, unsteady under her gaze. She heard them stop a few feet from her, and she could instinctively feel eyes sweeping over her.

"You really are a girl," she heard this stranger muse to himself.

Lightning blinked, then narrowed her eyes into a heated glare. "What?" she hissed.

"Sorry, sorry," the stranger laughed, his voice ranging throughout the area and filling it. She grimaced at the volume, tilting her head to soften the sound. Gradually, his laugh died and he even out, though by his wheeze, she could tell he was grinning. Still chuckling, he said, "Our pal keeps slipping away, and well, I was curious, and had a bet to win. And I actually won too." He said that last bit in a proud purr.

"Who are you?" Lightning asked impatiently.

"Oh, sorry, names Prompto."

...Prompto?

Where had she heard that before...

Lightning stiffened and grimaced as she realized it.

Noct mentioned his best friend was an agitating blonde that he was fond of for some reason. This had to be that Prompto he meant.

She groaned to herself, slumping against the railing and ignoring his confused stare.

She just met another blonde.

you know, i sometimes see these fics were lightning is sent back to school, it is stated that she graduated at 16 and joined the GC right after, so she does have a high school degree.

though those fics are internesting and amusing to read, but just as a random fact: lightning did graduate.

also, i was informed that it was revealed in an interview about Lightning and Serah's parents: their dad's personality is similar to Snow (its a disturbing and frightening fact )X

so, to make up for it, i like to think that lightning's father was similar to Zack Fair. i love Zack, and his personality is similar to Snow, only a lot more serious and more aware of things around him, and he can think (sometimes, at least, when he's not goofing X)