Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy, the final chapter in FF13 trilogy. by how it sounds, it reminds me of majora's mask from legend of zelda. what about you guys? thoughts and feelings? i'm curious for sure.

Fang was incapable of not laughing; or so it seemed to Lightning. Her baleful howls filled the air and raked everything in a merciless ruckus, grating and pounding on Lightning's sensitive ears. Frustration with her self proclaimed best friend, Lightning lightly kicked Etto's side, urging the yellow chocobo on, a little faster to get by Fang and her own red chocobo, Barrem. But of course, like any chocobo flock, no matter the number, the strong of the birds took role of alpha naturally, and with Barrem a natural fighter and stronger than Etto, the red chocobo had to be in front of Etto, guarding the path.

So even without Fang's urging, Lightning found them both at her side again, likely a little in front of Etto; Fang's laughter still hounding her ears.

"You are a blonde magnet!" Fang chortled.

"Shut up," Lightning hissed.

"Think about it!" Fang exclaimed merrily, and Lightning didn't need her sight to see know that Fang was beaming. Already, the veteran could see the broad smile on the tanned woman's features, reaching far past her eyes. Lightning sighed, closing her eyes and letting Etto walk along leisurely. Best to just humor Fang after all, half the time, she was going to hear it whether she wanted too or not.

"There are many types of blondes, my dear, and you are surrounded by them," Fang declared, sounding like she was teaching a class. Lightning rolled her eyes, but let her continue. Fang scarcely noticed. "You, for example," she went on, "is one of many types of blondes."

"My hair is pink," Lightning snarled out.

"And pink is a rare shade to find these days, especially natural, but there's more to it than that, pink hair does have a name. Its known as strawberry blonde."

"You're making this up."

"No I'm not! A strawberry blonde is what you are, a blonde with red hair mixed up in the gene. Vanille herself in a strawberry blonde, like you and Serah, only she has more red in her hair, and I guess you two have more blonde, though its evened out to a pink shade."

"Our mother had white hair, though if you looked close enough, you can see some faded red in it, our father was a redhead."

"There you go!" Fang declared. "You come from a family of blondes!"

"White hair is another form of blonde?" Lightning guessed, already feeling like she knew the answer.

"That's right," Fang purred, "Like Hope, he's another blonde. Only his is known as platinum blonde, his blonde hair is lighter than most, actually, in general, a platinum blonde is another rare shade, even rarer than strawberry. Snow's also pretty close to being a platinum blonde, now that I think of it, but his hair has a little darker in color. So I'd say he's more of a natural blonde."

"Why do you know all of this?" Lightning stressed.

"Vanille, she's taken a sudden interest in hair, more so than usual and might get a job as a hairstylist."

"She'd be perfect," Lightning grumbled.

"Really?" Fang asked.

"Most hairstylist are gay conversationalist."

"Which gay are you referring to?" Fang asked. "The happy gay or homosexual gay?"

"Both."

"Ah," Fang mused allowed, then nodded just as easily. "Then Yes, Vanille might enjoy such a job."

"Of course," Lightning declared. "She's a perky person that will be surrounded by perky people."

"You speak from experience?" Fang asked.

"Bad experience," Lightning confirmed.

"They ask about life and the latest gossip?"

"Pretty much, from political to fashion."

"Where?"

"Harvey's Clean Cuts. Down the street from our houses."

"I'll tell her about it then. Sounds like a place she could really enjoy."

"I have a feeling she'd get along well in there," Lightning answered grimly. Sensing her annoyance, Etto chirped a little, and Barrem rumbled back, his feathers rattling as he shook himself. Fang chuckled at her chocobo, easing his feather down with a single coax. Lightning titled her head away, her black sight sweeping over the land around, guessing their surroundings through the sounds around them.

Constantly, she heard sticks break and leaves crumble and hiss as they were crushed under the large, clawed feet of the chocobos. She could hear the soft moan of the trees every time the wind flew and tugged at them, making them shuffle and groan; their leaves chatting sharply and quickly in protest at every pull. Lightning closed her eyes, imaging she was seeing the dark colored trees around with the green leaves around.

She had no idea what the sky was like today though.

For some reason, she wanted to know.

"What does the sky look like this morning?" she asked.

"Mostly cloudy, though there is some blue peeking out here and there, maybe even a little gray. Might even rain tonight."

"Good," Lightning declared.

"Good?" Fang asked.

"I like the sound of the rain, always have."

"I can tell it was one of your great inspirations," Fang purred.

Lightning's lips twitched up, her eyes lifting up to the sky, though all she saw was a sheet of black. Narrowing them, she tried to remember a time when she saw the sky like that.

"I worry sometimes," Lightning offered, still glaring up as she struggled to see the sky.

"About what?" Fang asked.

"I'm worried I will forget. I'll forget colors, places, and faces."

"You won't forget Light, such things are burned into memory, you can't forget the color red, no matter how hard to try. You will always recognize it."

"I can't though. I can't see red, and I certainly can't feel it. And even when I do touch, I can only see the shape by how my hand feels, I will never actually see, I don't even know the colors of eyes anymore Fang."

"Oh hush this nonsense, all this time off is softening you, soldier," Fang half joked, though Lightning could detect a note of seriousness.

"It may come to a point you can't remember what red looks like, but I bet my spear that when you see again, you will recognize red, and everything else. It will come back to you."

"You seem sure I'll see again," Lightning mused realistically.

"Because you will, you are Lightning Farron, the best soldier the GC has, besides me of course," she declared. "But, you can't leave me to hog the glory. You have to come back on your feet sometime after all; who's going to watch my back when I'm charging a behemoth king head on?"

"Surely Rygdea is, at least, reliable?" Lightning offered.

"As a pampered princess," she heard Fang mutter.

"I'm telling," Lightning teased.

"And I won't take you chocobo riding," Fang warned.

"Like you can last skipping one week of chocobo riding," Lightning scoffed.

"I bet I could," Fang challenged.

Lightning smirked, chuckling to herself. "How is Fray?" she asked suddenly, remembering her own red chocobo, currently in the care of Rydea himself.

"As evil as ever. And giving Rygdea a fear of chocobos. You need to visit him sometime."

"Soon," Lightning assured with a sigh. Closing her eyes, she allowed Etto to carry her along beside Barrem and Fang, relaxing as she listened to the forest around them.

Fang spoke suddenly, catching Lightning off guard.

"Despite what you think, I really do believe you will get your eyes back. Lady Luck favors the selfless, after all."

Lightning frowned, not opening her eyes for Fang's words. Shrugging, she offered and unsteady, "We'll see."