wow, i never thought the start of a drabble about a blind lightning would turn into a full blown story. :) i'm really glad people are liking it and its interesting to write about too. so, for all readers, i thank you, and especially reviewers. 5 chapters done with more than twice as many reviews. that's always a good sign in my book.

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for all the reviews and the time to put them in; it really does help keep the story going :)

She found Prompto Highwind to be... quite persistent. He was like a smarter version of Snow, but still a smiling idiot. That was the best she could sum him up really. Unlike Snow, he could hold a conversation, but like Snow, she could hear it by the smug tone in his voice; he just couldn't stop the big smile on his face and be cheekily proud about something; just like Snow.

Once good example has to be when she first met him.

For some reason, he was delighted to find that she was a girl, and was quickly took up the chance to play twenty questions with her, one sided since she didn't have much to ask about him. Or even much to want to ask him. If anything, she rather spend this time alone by herself then have a friend of Noct's around, especially one that just popped up randomly.

There wasn't much reason for her to be friendly with him either. From what Noct told her, he was similar to Snow, another, happy blonde completely oblivious to all insults and threats she shot his way. Noctis didn't seem to mind the behavior, even needed it sometime by how he talked about Prompto; Lightning though found herself just as annoyed with him; it was another Snow, only smarter.

That really sounded wrong to her.

"So, this is all you an Noct do? Just talk?" he asked, sounding perplexed.

"What else is there to do?" she shot back grouchily, leaning her head away as if to deafen herself from his voice.

He didn't answer her; and she cringed slightly at a thought. He was smiling, she was sure of it.

She sighed, slumping over against the railing. She glared off blindly at the world before, struggling to forget how loud his breathing was; reminding her that he was indeed still there, grinning.

Where was Noct? This had to be one of the few times she really wanted to be saved, wouldn't even mind being save.

And it takes a lot for her to want to be saved by someone, and not mind at all.

Bloody blondes.

"So have you and Noct..."

"No," came her immediate answer.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Surely, you two have-"

"No."

"Man, you two must get bored out here."

She wants to throw her stick at him. She really does.

It hurts knowing that she was probably going to miss too; knowing her luck, she would throw her stick over the railing.

. . .

Maybe he knew how to play fetch?

"You sure there's nothing between you and Noct?"

"Yes," she growled, smearing her face into her hand. Why are people thinking like this? What are they seeing that she couldn't? Besides the rest of the world of course.

"Well then, if your free of Noct, why don't we start hanging out?" he asked boldly, his voice full of a velvet teasing.

Screw having a guide home, she was going to throw that stick at him.

Despite how unpleasant she made the meeting, and how distant she tried to be, he seemed anything but intimidated. Already, as she strolled home with heavy steps, her retrieved walking stick, still tapping on the ground with his heavy steps behind, she could still feel that smile on his face.

Damn his fast reflexes.

After she threw the walking stick, being the gentleman that he was, of course he caught it before it fell over the railing, and not only did he return it to her, he insisted walking her home.

Damn blondes. Damn the whole, bloody, blonde world.

Why was she stuck with so many blondes in her life? It was like there was some sick, magnetic attraction that she had with blondes it seems. Snow was enough to hear on the weekend when Serah had the group over for dinner; and now she has found herself a new blonde.

Damn bloody Noctis and his damn bloody disappearance.

How dare he leave her with another oblivious blonde that purposely ignores her obvious feelings and naturally riles her up.

Why did this always happen to her?

"In case your wondering," he said suddenly, breaking her of her inner curses. She narrowed her eyes, not turning her head to acknowledge him. Easily, he went on.

"Noct's been disappearing every now and then recently and me and my buddies have been making bets on where he goes and what's the reason. I won," he purred the last of that sentence out.

"I don't care."

As if deaf to her words, he easily went on. "I bet it was a girl, and I was right! And she's a real beauty too."

"Don't make me throw this stick again."

"And feisty," he chuckled.

Oh for the love of Etro, Odin, come down and strike her now.

"I'm actually glad Noct met ye truthfully."

That made her pause. She tilted her head to him, showing her curiosity.

"Your different to all the other girls he meets, and I like you better than most of them."

"I find you to be barely tolerable."

"Great! I'll see you around Light!" he exclaimed, rushing past when she made it to her house, already heading down the path that would lead to her front door.

"Don't call me Light!" she snarled after him.

"Love you too!" he shouted back, laughing as he disappeared into the night.

Lightning growled as she entered the house, slamming the door closed behind her.

Noctis better be there tomorrow.

And he better have a good excuse.

i notice that a lot of people put that prompto's last name as highwind, which is the last name of cid from FF7, and its making me wonder, would these two be related?

;) actually working on my first promptoxlightning story (found a few fics for that pairing and fell in love) so it'll be popping it up when i'm done with Forgetting Reality, and it will have a connection with the Highwind last name. Cid is going to be Prompto's uncle ;3