As you have figured out (maybe), this is my crack fiction :) Well, that is actually all my stories...anyways! I have been secretly working on a story (not a secret anymore...) that my friend and I only read. So once I finsh this and Unfaithful. It'll be up. Two words : Zombie. Apocalpyse. X3
Lightning went to her locker during passing period, peering over to her left, a blonde was practically having sex with Noctis. The only thing preventing it was the presence of their school uniforms. Blue, black, red and white. Their headmaster, Genesis Rhapsodos, was just turning them into the stereotypical academies, with the plaid skirts and the jackets and the ties.
They stopped for air, it was not enjoyable to see that every single time, Light went to her locker. The blonde girl, turned to Light and her smile faded.
"Nice hair, Pinky." The blonde girl finally spoke, her voice spewing sarcasm.
"Why hello, if it isn't Special Needs Boy and his muse the lovely Chlamydia."
"It's Stella, you geek." Stella was clinging onto Noctis' arm as if her life depended on it. She wasn't ugly, so Lightning assumed it was more of an 'image' thing, because Noctis didn't seem too comfortable in her death grip.
"Yes, well, I will be on my way. You two can continue your transfer of your various venereal diseases, while the rest of us will get an education." She closed her locker and walked down the hall.
".. will be collecting your field trip slips..."
Noctis was sitting with amongst his posse: Zack, Reno, Promto, Ignis, and Gladious. Not really paying any attention to the teacher's rambling. Ignis was probably the only one actually taking notes while the rest were off talking about other things.
Lightning was absorbing everything the teacher was saying, but it was getting harder due to the fact that His group was being overly obnoxious. Having had enough of their chatter, she turned in her desk to glare behind at the rambunctious boys.
"Can you 6 shut your mouths? Some of us are actually trying to learn something."
"Didn't mean to interrupt your fantasying about historical figures, I know you like that freaky stuff."
"It's always the quiet ones.." Prompto added under his breath. The others roared in laughter.
Before Lightning could open her mouth, the bell rang. She quickly gathered her belongings and headed towards the buses. Another mindless field trip to another museum. The students realized that their headmaster had a thing for history, but was it really necessary to constantly plan trips?
[Lightning's POV]
For enough reasons that are already completely obvious, I wish I didn't have to live next to ' Charming and Oh-So-Popular'. Of course everybody wanted him, I mean I'm certain he turned a few guys gay and was the dream of most girls' fantasies. He and his friends, plus my brother, are certainly keeping the gel and hairspray industries in business. The hair on those guys...RIDICULOUS!
I'm getting off subject. Noctis Caelum, my nemesis, my Joker to Batman, my oil to water. In other words, we hated each other. He wasn't always a dick though, he had his extremely rare never-again-seen moment once, in 6th grade.
'Breathe Claire. Breathe. It's just the first day of school, a new one, with new teachers...and 8th graders...OKAY BREATHE!' Lightning thought before tightening her low side ponytail. 'It is just like elementary, and I have my brother so it's alright...Right?' She took a deep breath and stepped off the bus. Her blonde brother, Cloud, was already impatiently waiting at the bottom of the steps to the school.
"Are you okay, Claire? It's gonna be fine." Cloud reassured his little sister with a small smile. They were twins and people could tell, with the exception to hair color. He was the older one by a few minutes, and Serah came 3 years later.
"I'm fine, and I know it's gonna be a good day, I just psyched myself out a bit on the bus, that's all." they walked up the steps to a bustling middle school campus. Other kids were running up to their friends and enjoying catching up with anecdotes from the summer, while the twins were parting ways to find their respectable lockers.
As Lightning approached her's, she saw him. She glared at the back of his head, a random array of dark almost blue spikes carelessy poking every which direction. Who thought it was funny to place his locker next to her's?
Lightning decided to just ignore his presence altogether, so she approached her locker. Her bright, electric-blue eyes blinked at the lock. 'How in the name of everything that is delicious, am I supposed to open this darn thing?'. She racked her brain of what and how her brother explained it. 'Was it Left,Right,Left or Right,Left,Right?'. She panicked, but a voice pulled her out of her thoughts. It was coming from him.
"Do you need help with that?" she turned and found him a few inches, as always, taller than her and with locks of hair falling perfectly across his face. He pointed to the lock.
"No. I know how to open my locker." She lied, she needed him but the last person she wanted to help her was Noctis.
"Okay, then I guess, I'll leave you to your locker opening, while I be on time to class, which starts in less than two minutes." He pulled back the sleeve of his shirt to reveal his invisible watch upon his wrist. he started slowly walking off in the opposite direction.
Putting aside the immense hatred towards Noctis, she wasn't going to ruin her perfect attendance due to her pride. That was plain out stupid, plus carrying around her bag for 6 hours didn't seem like too much fun anyhow. "Fine. I need help, Caelum." she muttered with distain.
"What's the magic word?" He enjoyed pestering her. Lightning tapped her foot impatiently against the tile floor.
"Please." She huffed.
He turned back around to face her and she moved slightly out of his way to get his grip on the lock. "Actually the magic word was 'Lotion', but I'll help you anyways, because you look pretty today."
Her eyes widened a little. 'Did he just compliment me? Is this opposite day? Am I hearing things or hallucinating? Noctis Caelum, actually complimented me? Should I ignore it? Should I return the favor? Why am I worrying so much?' she shook
Her head. He was still staring at her. Waiting.
"What?"
"I kinda need to know the combination."
"Right, sorry. Seven, thirteen, and eight." she had hurriedly scribbled it on her hand, running late, before rushing to catch the bus that morning.
"Okay so first, you spin it like three times to the Right, then spin it right til you get to seven, then turn it left going past zero til it gets to thirteen then spin it right to get to eight. Then of course the fun part you yank it down and viola! It's open!" he showed her the motions while explaining. He bowed to show off his 'awesome' as he claimed it to be at opening lockers.
"Well, thanks, Caelum."
"No problem."
They stood a little while in awkward silence, both unsure what to do. Should they high-five? Shake hands? Head nod? Fist bump? Hug? Everything seemed too awkward. Even the head nod. Light just decided a simple hand shake of gratitude was earned. She put out her hand and he reached for it.
When their skin contacted each other, a spark flew.
Literally.
Light had been toying with her cotton scarf when he was getting the lock opening, and she'd built up enough static to shock Noctis's hand a bit. He swore he'd seen a small little lightning bolt of flash.
"Ow, jeez, I should get going. See ya round, Lightning!" he ran off down the hallway. Leaving Lightning with her newly acquired nickname. Eventually it stuck.
[Light's POV]
What happened to that Noctis, you wonder? Well, he was like that half of 6th grade but then he met Stella. She was pretty, and the 'hot new girl' as they put it. She changed him into what he is now. I saw the flash of whatever his brain tumor created over the summer. It was odd I will admit, but I guess good things come to an end.
Just like I'd wish this damn field trip to end.
[Normal]
"...Here we see a painting of the Goddess Etro, beautiful, but also known as the goddess of death. Welcoming the dead into her arms. She is also a cunning, deceiving goddess, known to play games with people, and not no Skyrim or Final Fantasy as you kids play, in talking shapeshifting games, toying with their lives for her own amusement..."
She was zoning in and out of his lecture, distracted by the snickering behind her. The 'Deliquents' as she called them were having way too much fun in the naked Greek statue exhibit.
"..Alright now go pair up and explore this wonderful place!"
Lightning and her brother were just about to start walking away when Mr. Katzroy decided to spilt up the fantastic duo of Noctis and Prompto, to pair up with one of them.
"Noctis with Claire and Cloud with Promto. Now you may disperse! Learn, and love it!" he disappeared off as well as Prompto and Cloud.
Noctis took his sweet time to get to the painting of the Goddess, where Lightning had been standing.
"Congratulations, I'm 100 years old now." She scoffed as he finally stood next to her.
"I am not into older women.." he smirked.
"I can't believe I'm stuck with you!"
"Oh geez, lighten up! Quit being such an up tight bitch."
"I hate you with the burning intensity of a thousand suns!" He stomped her foot in frustration.
"That's 'cause you secretly wanna have sex with me."
"As if!"
[Somewhere in Valhalla...]
"Oh dear God, not these two again.." the Goddess rubbed her fingers in little circles on her temples. "When will I get some peace, this two never shut up! Do they!"
"You called? Hey look, if I knew it'd be this bad I would just ended it before it started."
The two Heavenly beings sat and pondered what the next move was. It's not like you can just change their way of life in a quick epiphany. No, it had to be much much more complex.
"That's it, I've had enough of it! I swore I'd never do this again." The metaphorical lightbulb turned on as her cunning brain, cooked up a plan bound to work. If it didn't and eventually ended in their deaths, she would be more than happy with either result. Happy or dead, both would be quiet results.
"No, you swore to Me, you wouldn't!"
"I must! Think of all the quiet there will be! I'm doing this for the world!" He nodded.
[Back at the Museum..]
"You are despicable human being." She crossed her arms.
"This is why we can't have nice things. Because of party-poppers like you!" They had began arguing about if they should mess with the exhibits, but Light bad protested it an called him childish.
He groaned in irritation he stormed away, she took this as an opportunity to leave the area as well. They avoided each for the rest of the day.
When they had reached their own houses, they plopped on their respectable beds, and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
No matter how much the two tossed and turned, that one comfortable spot was never obtainable.
It took some time before they actually got to that sweet euphoric moment known as sleep. The shock when the sun arose in the morning was definitely, not expected.