"What are you working on there?" Fang asked Lightning during their worktime in Creative Writing. It was Friday, and Lightning could barely focus on school. Tomorrow was the big day, after all.
"Fanfiction," Lightning said absent mindedly. By the time she realized what she said, it was too late to take back the words. What would Fang think of her? It wasn't like Fanfiction had the best reputation.
"Cool, I write it too," Fang commented before looking back to what she was working on.
"Really?" Lightning gasped, caught by surprise.
"What?" Fang grinned. "Surprised someone as sexy as me could do something so deplorable?"
"No…you just don't seem like the kind," Lightning said, recovering her composure.
"Ha! You should really see what I write," Fang chuckled.
"Then why don't you show me?" Lightning asked.
"Because it'd have to be an even trade. I'd want to see yours, after all," Fang replied.
"…I don't think I'm ready to flaunt around my work," the roseate said nervously. A trait uncommon to her.
Fang nodded in understanding, "Fair enough, Sunshine. Truthfully, I'm not that ready either."
"What…did you call me?" Lightning asked, turning and glaring Fang dead in the eyes.
"You know, Sunshine. Because you're so damn cheerful," Fang laughed.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Lightning merely shook her head and went back to work. But Fang was able to see the slight smile that lingered on her friend's face.
BehemothQueen: So where are we meeting?
Lightning: How about the Bodhum Park? It's got wifi, in case we can't find each other.
BehemothQueen: I bet I can find you without help.
Lightning: …You sure about that?
BehemothQueen: I'd bet my right arm on it. Actually, the left since I need the right for writing.
Lightning: At least you have some common sense.
BehemothQueen: Did you doubt me?
Lightning: Yes.
BehemothQueen: How rude. Are you sure you should be offending your future girlfriend?
Lightning: Girlfriend? Aren't you confident.
BehemothQueen: That's how I roll, milady.
Lightning was early. Okay, an hour early was a bit too early.
The correct way to say it would be, Lightning was excited.
For the first time in her life, she had spent time picking out what to wear (With Serah's help, of course). And in the end, she'd settled on casual clothes (To Serah's disappointment).
They were fanfiction writers. Casual was their business.
But with an hour to spare, Lightning decided to camp out at a picnic table and work on their collaboration fic: Divided by War. They'd decided the title last night.
It was a story about a group of friends who were divided by loyalties and forced to fight each other on opposing sides of a conflict. BehemothQueen was taking one side, and Lightning the other.
Half an hour passed with no sign of anyone. Nor were there any messages from her date. Lightning had been checking her phone's email inbox almost minutely.
It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that something happened. Someone sat down across from her. Lightning's head shot up, eager to see who it was.
It was Fang.
"…What are you doing here?" Lightning asked, somewhat suspicious.
"I'm just waiting for someone," Fang said. "And you looked like you needed company."
"How thoughtful of you," Lightning rolled her eyes and turned back to her notepad.
What Lightning didn't notice was Fang leaning forward to read her writing upside down.
And that was probably when Fang noticed the words 'Divided by War' on the top of her friend's paper.
"…You've got to be fucking kidding me," Fang muttered, completely taken aback.
"What?" Lightning perked up, curious.
"You…you're…her," Fang said, her face flushing bright red.
"I'm…who?" Lightning narrowed her eyes.
"StormCloud," Fang whispered quietly. "I'm BehemothQueen."
Lightning froze with her mouth hanging open.
Fuck me, thought the roseate.