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Relaxing

Tyler groaned as he rolled over on his bed. He hated flying. Not because he got motion sick, or because it always felt cramped despite the ship actually being ridiculously massive inside despite being tiny outside. He hated flying because he always felt bored. It was briefly alleviated whenever Fang and Lightning were beating him to a pulp in their training sessions, but aside from those, he usually spent the time locked in his room. Not because he particularly disliked the others. He just always felt out of place when the only conversations were between them all with him having nothing to say. His world, unlike theirs, had been extremely boring. Nothing ever happened there. In theirs, there was war, monsters, magic. Up until the heartless attacked, there was never anything interesting about Tyler's world.

A knock on the door jarred him from his thoughts. He looked up, wondering who it was. Probably Vanille. She was the most outgoing and was usually the one who tried to get him to hang out, even though it usually ended with him sitting off to the side pretending to be paying attention. He walked to the door and opened it, blinking twice to make sure he was seeing right. Before him was Fang, wearing an extremely revealing blue bikini and with a blue towel over one shoulder.

"Underwear or swimming trunks, but you're coming with us," Fang said.

He looked out into the hall, seeing Vanille standing beside Fang in a more conservative bikini, if such a thing existed. "Um, where exactly are we going?"

"We're stopping by a resort world where there's beautiful sunny beaches, a theme park, and crystal clear water," Fang said. "And you're coming with us."

"Just the three of us?" Tyler asked.

Fang grinned knowingly and shrugged. "Lightning said she wasn't interested. And besides that, she has no bathing suit."

"I'm assuming you have more than enough for her to borrow one," Tyler said. "Probably also one that you bought for her. Fine. I'll go see if I can convince her."

Fang grinned even wider and Tyler closed his door, changing into a black bathing suit and a black tee-shirt before leaving the room and heading to Lightning's, grabbing a towel on the way from Fang. He knocked on the door and wasn't surprised by the response.

"Go away Fang, I'm not going," Lightning said. "I don't care how many bathing suits you have."

"It's Tyler," Tyler said.

After several seconds of silence, the door opened and Lightning stared at him. "What?"

"You're coming with us," Tyler said. "It's not healthy to be cooped up all the time."

"That's all you ever do," Lightning pointed out.

"And do you really want to have to admit that I was more active than you?" Tyler asked. "You really want to live knowing that you were too afraid to do something that I would?"

"I'm not afraid!" Lightning scoffed.

"Good, then I'll see you upstairs in ten minutes," Tyler said, turning and walking away from the door, feeling her death glare boring into his back as Fang walked over to the door to give Lightning a bathing suit.

Tyler walked to the ship's bridge and stopped, seeing a ball of water in front of them with a tiny island at the top with a water park extending up from it. About ten minutes later, he heard the door open and turned, eyes widening a little as he saw Lightning's outfit. She wore a pair of black flip-flops and a black bikini with two straps from the top of the cups, tying behind her neck, and two reaching around her back. On the bottom, there were two straps around her hips on both sides. The part that made him have to actually put in effort to tear his eyes away was the face that the bikini was arguably smaller than Fang's.

Tyler stared out the window again, fighting to not look back at Lightning. After a couple minutes, Fang leaned her back against the railing beside him.

"Like it?" Fang asked.

"How did you get her to wear that?" Tyler asked.

Fang simply grinned wickedly and pushed off of the railing again, walking over to Vanille. Tyler sighed, watching the world get closer and closer until they finally reached it, everyone but their pilot leaving the ship. Once they were on the beach, Tyler looked around, seeing Sazh and Noel walking away.

"What, you're not socializing?" Tyler asked.

"Nope," Noel said. "I'm going to go pig out."

"I'm going to see if there are any shooting galleries," Sazh said.

Tyler rolled his eyes, turning back to the others. "So, what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to go and sun tan," Lightning said, walking away to a nearby tanning chair and lying down, closing her eyes.

"Well, what about you two?" Tyler asked.

Both grinned and grabbed Tyler, turning and hurling him, sending him flying through the air and into the water. He flipped, surfacing and glaring at them. He kept forgetting they were stronger than a normal human. Both smiled, sprinting to the edge of the water and jumping, splashing down behind him. He turned, swiping a hand across the water as they surfaced, a wave shitting both in the face. They opened their eyes, grinning wickedly at him and he grinned. Then, they were in an all-out water war. Within minutes, Vanille had taken pity on Tyler and began to attack Fang as well, removing any concept of teams. After a few more minutes, Tyler turned toward shore, seeing that Lightning had rolled over onto her stomach. He tore his eyes away, grinning and holding his hand out, forming a sphere of water and lifting it out of the water, Fang and Vanille grinning and holding their hands out, using their magic to help him keep it stable as it floated over to hover over Lightning. Then, they let it drop, the water splashing over Lightning, who shrieked in surprise and disbelief, siting bolt upright and glaring daggers at them. Tyler grinned.

"You did not just do that," Lightning growled.

"What're you going to do about it?" Tyler grinned, beckoning her into the water.

Lightning took off at a sprint, leaping into the water and splashing him as she landed, Tyler once again ignoring the fact that she had just jumped twenty feet out to sea, past where the island's beach dropped off into an underwater cliff, before grabbing his ankle and dragging him under. He struggled as they began to wrestle underwater, Lightning using magic to hold them from surfacing. Finally, she managed to get him in a headlock, squeezing, and he tapped her leg, Lightning releasing him. Both swam to the surface, coughing for air before Lightning grinned triumphantly. Then, Tyler splashed her. She coughed, glaring at him before splashing him back. And just like that, the water war was back on. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they all called a truce, heading to shore and to a volley ball net with a ball beside it, Lightning making a beeline for her tanning chair.

Tyler caught her shoulders, turning her toward the volleyball net. "Oh no you don't. I can't play them alone. You're coming with me whether you like it or not."

Lightning rolled her eyes and smiled, walking over to the net and smirking as Tyler stepped up beside her. Vanille served and the ball sailed directly up at the sun, blinding Tyler. Then, as he tried to see where it was, it bounced off of his face and Lightning hit it back toward the net, barely making it over. Tyler pinched his nose to keep it from hurting as Fang tapped the ball, barely making it over the net. He shouted, leaping forward and hitting the ball into the air, landing on his knees and one hand. Instantly, Lightning stepped off of his back, jumping to the ball and spiking it down into the ground on Fang and Vanille's side before helping Tyler up and healing his nose.

"You okay?" Lightning asked.

"Are we winning?" Tyler asked.

Lightning grinned and nodded.

"Then I'm fine," Tyler grinned.

Tyler groaned, dropping back first into the pool and floating there, groaning again as his entire body throbbed. Never in his life had he played such a brutal game of volleyball. Fang had taken their first point at an insult to her honor. So for the rest of the game, she used the ball to make Tyler a glorified punching bag. He was covered in bruises, welts, and he could swear his foot was broken from Fang spiking the ball onto it. On the plus side, Lightning was as good at volleyball as she was fighting, so while Tyler was being beaten bloody by a volleyball, Lightning had been scoring. In the end, however, Fang had won by one point after bouncing the ball off of the ground into Tyler's manhood.

"That hurt so bad," Tyler groaned.

"You should have seen that coming," Fang smirked.

"How?" Tyler asked, looking at her.

"When do we ever do anything without it turning into a sparring match?" Fang asked.

"Never," Tyler groaned.

"You really did overdo it, though, Fang," Vanille said.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," Fang said. "I didn't mean to beat you up so much."

"Thank you," Tyler said, standing. "Where'd Lightning disappear to?"

"I'm not sure," Fang said.

Just then, Lightning walked over, sitting on the edge of the pool and patting the spot next to her, one paper plate in her right hand, the other in her lap. Tyler climbed out, sitting beside her as she held a plat out to him. In it was a piece of fried dough about a foot and a half across, the plate being a lot bigger than he thought now that he was holding it. On top of the fried dough was an unhealthy amount of brown sugar, powdered sugar, and about half as much cinnamon. Tyler grinned from ear to ear.

"You read my mind," Tyler said, tearing a piece off and eating it, grinning even wider.

"Where's ours?" Fang asked.

"You're not my teammates," Lightning shrugged, eating a piece of her own.

Tyler stuck his tongue out at them and Fang flipped him off, grinning and rolling her eyes before she and Vanille left to get food. Tyler and Lightning ate in silence, both simply enjoying having their feet dangling in the water and the food in their laps. Finally, once they had finished, and once Fang and Vanille had returned and eaten theirs, the four of them headed to the resort's casino, Fang and Lightning both going to the poker table, Vanille and Tyler going to watch. After a few hours of playing, both cashed out, getting a good sum from their winnings. They headed outside once they had gotten their munny, heading to the beach and sitting down, staring up at the stars. Despite the lights of the resort, there were still more stars overhead than Tyler had ever seen in his own world. And none of the constellations he grew up with were there.

Suddenly, a loud whistle reached their ears just before the light filled with red lights. Tyler grinned. Another firework went off, green this time. Then white. He dropped his gaze from the sky, watching Lightning as she watched the fireworks show. He studied every beautiful detail of her face as it was illuminated in flashes of alternating colored light. After several seconds, she looked over at him, smiling slightly, Tyler returning the smile. Then, they both looked back up at the sky, watching the fireworks in silence.

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