Shop More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Member I dunnoFemale/United Kingdom Recent Activity
Deviant for 3 Years
Needs Premium Membership
Statistics 37 Deviations 2,057 Comments 3,550 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

Favourites

Activity


Final Fantasy
373 deviations
Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: violence/gore)
Fang has never been particularly interested in having pets but there's more to this mysterious kitty than meets the eye. Part of the Fangrabulous Fangrai-forever gift exchange

Rating: T

Warning: Things get a little perilous for our heroines so this chapter is quite dark and violent.

Final Fantasy XIII series: Fang x Lightning

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Square Enix and I'm not Square Enix.

You can find Chapter one here.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sound of the closing door awoke Fang with a start.

Bolting upright and still confused by sleep, she looked around the dark room. It was rare for her to fall asleep on the couch (she always preferred her comfy bed) so it took her a while to realise she must have fallen asleep in the living room and a little while longer to realise what had woken her up. (The proud huntress added to herself that falling asleep on the sofa had absolutely nothing to do with trying to avoid disturbing the grumpy feline now occupying her bed. Nope, nope, nope, not a Etro damn thing).

Yawning she swung her legs around into a sitting position. "Vanille?" Fang called, thinking the closing door had been her sister returning home. She turned on the lamp and checked the time. It seemed odd that Vanille would come back from Hope's house so late at night. "If that dewy-eyed charmer has done something upset her, I'm gonna kick his little behind," she muttered, figuring that the only reason Vanille would return home so early would be a lover's tiff.

Concerned that her little sister might be upset, she called for Vanille again and gaining no reply stood and began searching the house for her. But Vanille wasn't in her bedroom or the bathroom. Walking past her own bedroom door she realised that the door she had closed after Vanille had left, was now slightly ajar and surmised that the vet must have thought Fang would be in her bedroom and had gone there looking for comfort from the brunette. But poking her head inside she couldn't see the redhead or for that matter, the cat she had left sleeping on her bed. Turning on the light she stepped inside and made a noise, a mix of surprise and revulsion, as her bare feet met the cat fur covering her carpet. The feeling of cat hair between her toes and the soles of her feet felt absolutely disgusting. I read some cats shed their fur but this is ridiculous, the inexperienced cat owner said to herself as she hopped on alternate feet, turning each foot to brush away the cat hair.

Stepping over the pile of hair she searched every inch of her bedroom for the furry culprit but couldn't find her. All the other doors in the house were closed when she had begun her search so she walked straight down the stairs and into the open plan living space, but despite scouring every inch of their living room and kitchen the cat was nowhere to be found.

And that's when Fang began to worry.

There was only one possible, though unlikely explanation for the closing front door and the absent cat. She picked up her phone and called Vanille.

"Fang?" The redhead answered with a yawn. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Vanille where are you?" Fang asked hurriedly, ignoring Vanille's question.

"I'm still at Hope's. Why?"

"Did you just come home and get the cat?"

Fang knew it was a stupid question (why would someone even do that in the middle of the night), so she did not appreciate Vanille's snort of laughter.

"No," Vanille sniggered. "I've been here all night."

Fang cursed through her teeth. Just one day with a pet and she had already lost the little bugger. But she realised there was one place left to check.

Hearing the worried curse Vanille wasn't finding it funny anymore. "Fang," she said seriously, "what's going on? You're scaring me."

Fang pulled on her shoes and grabbed a coat while relaying to her sister everything that happened since she had woken up, "...and now I can't find her anywhere," she finished.

Grabbing a torch Fang stepped out of the front door to look for any signs of the cat. The huntress' trained eyes focussed on the few strands of blonde cat hair trailing down from their porch steps to a set of fresh human footprints on their lawn "Just a sec...there's human bare footprints outside," she updated Vanille and followed them to find a set of handprints either side of a strange mass that was sitting on their front lawn. Crouching down she pulled some of it and her eyes widened in horror as she realised what it was that she was holding. "Ah yuck! There's a pile of pink hair on our lawn," Fang yelped, throwing the strands of hair between her fingers as far away from her as possible.

"Like a wig?" Vanille asked.

"No long human hair, roots an' all," Fang groaned in revulsion and scrubbed her tainted hand on her jeans. Vanille was however, more concerned about the cat than her sister's exposure to some gross skanky hair, and began worriedly constructing an imaginative scenario which involved Lightning being kidnapped by gangs high on mind bending drugs that made them pull their hair out.

Keeping her cool, despite Vanille's verbal anxiety in her ear, Fang stood, searched around the hair and found a single set of cat prints heading away in one direction. "No, it looks like Lightning got loose and ran off alone," she told Vanille. She walked beside the trail, following it across their lawn to the sidewalk and then picking it up again on the other side of the road next to the small woodland leading into the city park. "And she's headed into the park."

She stopped at the tree line and frowned thoughtfully at the animal tracks. Standing still she shone her torch-light around the tracks and then away from her then back across to the pile of hair. Fang was perplexed. The clues and patterns didn't make any sense to the experienced huntress. There were the cat's prints leading into the wood but what had happened to the person who had taken Lightning from the house? Where was their trail?

It didn't really matter now, she decided. She didn't have time to get angry about someone breaking into their home and stealing her cat, or stand around trying figure out the mystery of what had transpired after they'd left the house. Lightning's tracks were still fresh, and thanks to the rain this morning, nicely visible on the soft ground even in the poor light cast by the torch. The huntress judged by the timing of the closing door and the probably speed of a cat that if she started following them now, she might be able to catch up with her.

Fang set off in pursuit using her torch to follow Lightning's pad prints through the trees.

"Okay," Vanille said agreeing with Fang's narrated plan, "I'm coming to you with the car."

"No Nille, ya don't need to do that."

"Oh right, so when you find Lightning you're gonna pick her up and carry her all the way home?" Vanille said sceptically.

An image of Fang trying to contain the squirming, angry feline in her arms suddenly entered the brunette's head making her stumble slightly mid-stride. "No," she admitted with a defeated sigh, moving a branch out of her way.

"Well then stop fussing. I'll swing by the house, pick up the carrier and then come and meet you," Fang heard Hope mumbling in the background. "No it's okay Hope, if anyone can find her it's Fang. I'm only going to pick them up," Vanille reassured her worried boyfriend. "Text me to let me know where you are," she told the huntress.

"Yeah, alright."

"We have to find her Fang," the vet added seriously. "She hasn't bonded with us long enough to come back and she could get lost or run over."

"I know, I know," Fang said gently, "don't worry I'll find her. See you soon."

Fang closed her phone and shoved it into her coat pocket. She quickly looked around her as she ran. Being in the city park after dark was not safe and the faster she got out of the dark woodland the better. So she concentrated on her hunt, but made sure to regularly refocus onto her surroundings and check for any signs of danger and unsavoury characters.

Finally she pushed through the trees and into the park without incidence and took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief before setting off again. The full moon and cloudless sky meant that the light was much better out from under the trees, and in the relatively open space of the parkland Fang was able to pick up the pace, occasionally slipping on the wet grass as she ran beside the trail. From what Fang could glean from her trail Lightning's tracks only showed a few signs of hesitation where the cat had paused and slightly changed her direction. One thing was for certain, they didn't appear to be the tracks of a frightened or lost animal, Lightning seemed to know exactly where she was going and she was going there fast.

Despite being worried about the cat, Fang was finding the experience kind of exciting - the blood coursing through her veins, her leg muscles aching with the activity, the challenge, the anticipation - Fang had forgotten how much she had missed the hunt. Vanille was right, sitting behind a desk day after day, doing a job she hated was really sucking the life out of her, leaving a gaping hole that gradually filling with apathy and boredom. But at least the proud Yun was pleased to find that she hasn't forgotten any of her tracking skills as she managed to follow the animal in the dark across the entire park and out into the edge of the well-lit clubbing district of the city.

"Damn it!" She cursed turning off her torch. She really wished she had caught up with the cat in the park. Even for a seasoned hunter like herself, tracking on concrete or any hard stony ground was virtually impossible.

Fang stepped back to make way for a large group of loud, giggling ladies to walk by. This end of the city street wasn't particularly busy with people as it was more of a thoroughfare from the city bars to the trendy clubs located further up the street. But there was enough traffic for Fang to predict that any trace of the cat, hair or muddy prints, would probably have been disturbed by revellers using the road to reach the nightclubs.

She was going to need reinforcements. She texted Vanille and the redhead arrived ten minutes later looking as worried Fang when she saw Fang was without a cat.

"I'm sure I was close behind her so she couldn't have gotten far," Fang explained after updating her sister on the situation. She grabbed the spare torch from their car's glove compartment, handing it to the redhead. "Let's split up," she suggested locking the car doors with her set of keys. "You take this side of the road next to the park and I'll take the other."

"Okay," Vanille nodded and immediately set off down the road calling for Lightning as she searched the bushes and trees around the park's edge. Fang crossed to the other side of the road to start her own search shining her torch into the alleys between the expensive cafes and restaurants that lined this side of the street. They had closed hours ago and the street was becoming more deserted as the two women searched for the lost cat. The taxis and late night clubbers passing them by became rarer and rarer until eventually only Fang and Vanille were left on the street.

An hour later the two Pulsians had ended up right back where they had started. "Anything?" Vanille shouted across the road.

Fang shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She hasn't found a single trace of the cat. "She could be anywhere by now," she said in defeat as Vanille crossed the road to join her, "either that or she's hiding in the network of backstreets nearby."

"Then we will just have to come back during the day to look for her and keep phoning around the rescue centres."

Hands on her hips Fang thoughtfully nibbled her bottom lip while she tried to think if there was anything else they could do to find her tonight. She always hated going home from a hunt empty handed but being worried about her uncaptured prey was a first. "I guess so," she finally agreed when her mind came up blank and emitted a long, deep audible breath.

Vanille linked arms with the glum huntress and began leading her back to their car. "She's micro chipped so I'm sure she'll turn up eventually," Vanille said confidently but Fang wasn't reassured. There was something about thus entire situation that didn't sit right with the brunette and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

"Help me!"

They froze as a woman cried out to them from the alley they were walking by. "Did you hear that?" Vanille asked looking up at Fang. Cat forgotten the two women stopped walking and peered into the dark alley.

"Help me please!" the woman cried out to them again between gasping sobs, sounding desperate and terrified.

The city could be a dangerous place and only criminals and idiots wandered its back streets at night. And Fang wanted to help, of course she wanted to help but the alleyway was so dark. She couldn't see anything of what was waiting in there even with her torch, and she was not about to go in there blind and risk Vanille's safety for anyone.

Fang clenched her fists and remained where she was, but another cry for help was enough motivation for the redhead. Fang grabbed her sister's wrist before she could move. "Wait. This isn't Oerba ya know," she said seriously." We should call the police and wait for them to turn up."

"It could be too late by then," Vanille whispered harshly. "We can't just stand here and do nothing."

Vanille matched Fang's stare and the brunette could see by the determined glint in her eyes that there was no use reasoning with her. Someone was in trouble and that meant Vanille was going to help the woman whether Fang was with her or not. Fang groaned. Sometimes her sister could be irritatingly heroic. "Just stay behind me," she ordered moving in front of the shorter woman. Taking her hand she turned on her torch and quickly led Vanille into the narrow passageway.

But the long alleyway was suspiciously empty. Even as she eyes adjusted to the light she couldn't see any woman or any possible attackers. It was just an ordinary alley littered with rubbish and a few large industrial bins from the restaurants either-side. I don't like this, she thought. It was too quiet, too dark and eerily empty. Curiosity she suddenly realised, had brought them half way down the long alley and she was not going to take Vanille any further away from the street. "I don't like this," she repeated aloud beginning to turn back to her sister.

As she turned she suddenly noticed little details that sent her feeling of unease into full blown hair-raising dread. The alley was a dead end, the only exit was behind them, the wall mounted security light was smashed to make the alley dark.

Vanille's eyes widened as a dark shadow appeared behind Fang. She shouted a warning to the huntress but it was already too late.

The hard punch from behind surprised her, striking Fang's cheek and forcing her into the alley wall and making her drop her torch. But this wasn't Fang's first street fight, although shocked she reacted intuitively, immediately lashing out at the general direction of where her foe had stood. But her fist sailed through the air without coming into contact with anything. Instead they suddenly reappeared beside Fang bringing their elbow up towards the huntress's face. This time Fang managed to turn enough to block the jab with her arm. She twisted out of its way, opening their stance intending to follow with a knee to her gut but as she adjusted her balance the attacker was gone.

It was like fighting smoke. Her attacker moved faster than Fang had ever seen. Fang's attacker, who Fang could now see was a small blonde woman, seemed to disappear in one place and reappear in another, always dodging the huntress's attacks and laughing merrily before striking the huntress' face or ribs. For every punch Fang blocked another two would find its target and Fang was becoming more desperate as her vision began to blur with the brutal force of the hits. Breathless and dazed she lost her focus and wildly lashed swung out all around her trying to hit her evasive foe and didn't see the woman appear behind her.

"Get away from her," Vanille yelled while running to Fang's aid, using her torch to hit their attacker's on the head before it could strike her sister. It pitched forward holding its head in agony. Turning towards her, Fang used the momentum and the closing distance to her advantage to finally give it a solid punch to side of her head that sent her attacker sprawling onto the floor.

"FANG!" Vanille screamed as a pair of arms grabbed the younger woman from behind before she could strike the woman again.

Fang looked up from her opponent and her eyes widened in horror saw her worst nightmare realised; a tall blonde man was holding a struggling Vanille captive with a hand tight around her throat and a hand over her mouth.

"No,"' Fang screamed furiously and made to run to her sister but before she could move something hit the back of Fang's skull and she felt herself falling face first onto the pavement.

Everything slowed and stopped.

She had no memory of the strike or the fall and it was only when her senses slowly returned that she put what had happend together. The feeling of the wet, cold ground pressing into her clothes, the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, her throbbing, dizzy head. She heard a clatter of wood beside her and realised the woman must have used something to deliver a blow to the back of her head. Groaning and feeling sluggish Fang slowly rolled onto her back blinking rapidly as she tried to clear her blurred vision.

That sinister laugh trickling through the alleyway again, its joviality a cold contrast to what the assailant was about to do. Fang screamed in pain as the woman stamped on Fang's right shin bone. The fogginess in Fang's brain was replaced by sharp, translucent pain and she rolled onto her side to clutch her damaged leg as her laughing attacker circled the huntress and kicked the stomach hard enough to crack her ribs and silence her cries of agony.

The pain was almost overwhelming. She battled against her body's response to shut down, forcing her heavy eyelids to stay open. Don't pass out. Don't pass out. Don't pass out... Fang repeated in her head trying to focus on her terrified sister, willing herself to stay conscious for Vanille.

"Did I choose well my love?" The woman purred, smoothing down her clothes which had been deshevled by the fight and running a hand through her hair

"Yes Mother," he replied nonchalently, comparatively unemotional and sounding almost bored. "You know how I like mine to be so very sweet."

"And I enjoy breaking the fighters, so no squabbling over the food," she said with a disturbing toothy grin and closed her eyes for a moment as she tasted the dribble of blood from the corner of her own mouth.

Vanille's hand still gripped her torch and its light flicked around the alley as she struggled against the man's grip to light their attackers' shadowy features. The mother and son, as that was how they referred to one another, were well dressed: him in a dark suit and her in a matching dark dress with high heels and a short jacket. It was too dark to differentiate all of her features but there was enough light to show she had too many teeth and her face was just...wrong, and her eyes looked like they were shining. And so was the son's, Fang realised as the male growled lowly and bared his teeth at his mother in a hideous smile revealing rows of small narrow pointed teeth and long oversized fangs. It sent a chill down the brunette's spine that settled uncomfortably in her stomach. It was more than fear it was a primal instinct of a threat and the huntress knew a dangerous predator when she saw one.

"Why don't you feed first," she suggested to her son looking down at the fallen huntress. "I think this one deserves to watch."

Whimpering with wide terrified eyes, Vanille struggled against his hold, clawing at the man's hand that clamped around her throat as he leaned in to nuzzle Vanille's long red hair.

"Don't..." Fang mumbled groggily trying to push herself upright, "don't you touch her you basta—ugh." The woman's shoe pressed into Fang's neck, forcing her back onto the ground until she could hardly breathe let alone make a sound. She clawed at the foot on her neck and the woman's bare leg but the woman seemed unperturbed. Fang was always proud of her extraordinary strength but this woman's was in a league of its own. She was like a lead weight on her throat, immovable and heavy. She leaned down towards Fang. "Keep struggling and you can watch him break her neck instead," she promised Fang. She may be smiling but her large green, glowing eyes were cold just like her son's and hard enough for Fang to know it wasn't just an empty threat. Her eyes darted to her sister's and she tried to tell her sister just with her eyes that everything would be okay. Because if she moved they would kill Vanille outright, but if she waited maybe, just maybe she could find an opening she could use to save her. And so all Fang could do was watch the scene unfolded in front of her. It was the hardest and most horrifying thing she had ever had ever do in her life.

Something strange was happening. Everything slowed again. There was intensity in the air, like a pressure on Fang's chest that began to build and buzz with tense energy as the creature picked Vanille up by her throat. Vanille's nostrils were flared and her eyes were wide open and now fixed only on the man as he effortlessly held her out in front of him inches from the ground as if she was weightless. Smiling darkly he whispered something in Vanille's ear and the redhead's torch dropped to the ground as her body went limp, her hands falling to hand loosely at her sides. Fang thought Vanille had fainted but as he positioned his mouth above Vanille's, the redhead's mouth began to slowly open of its own accord until it gaped ghoulishly open, much wider than should be humanly possible. He opened his mouth wide, curling back his lips and exposing his long teeth. But he didn't bite, he breathed in, and an iridescent white light burst from Vanille's mouth illuminating the monster's features and lighting the alleyway. It was pure and bright, almost too intense to look at directly, and it was becoming brighter as his cheeks hollowed sucking in the wisps of glowing light that flowed from Vanille's mouth.

Fang was done with being patient.

Fang couldn't understand what was happening but somehow she knew it was killing her sister and that was more terrifying than anything anyone could do to her. She tried to move, pushing at the woman's foot but the woman reminded Fang of her dark promise with heel of her shoe. Fang choked and gripped the shoe to try and stop it from crushing her airway completely but the woman was too strong and continued to press upon her throat. Unable to breathe, Fang was losing consciousness fast, but she couldn't not yet, she had to stay awake and find an opening, something, anything she could use to her advantage. But what happened next was unlike anything Fang could have never have predicted.

A voice came to them through the night air, strong and clear. Fang didn't know it then but it was the voice of their saviour, and from the most unlikely of sources.

"Mreh," their hero said.

The son's mouth snapped shut and Vanille's closed as well, the bright light disappearing as her head lolled to the side. His eyes snapped to his mother. "What was that?" He frowned.

"I cannot see." The pressure on Fang's neck lessened as the woman searched the alley and Fang was able to take a few short, shallow breaths. The woman's face dropped in fear. "No...no, no. Oh god." The woman wasn't laughing anymore. Fang's eyes tried to follow the woman's fearful gaze but she still couldn't see what was terrifying their attackers.

"Mrrrooooowww," the voice said followed by a long threatening hiss.

Wait a second Fang knew that growl! She squinted into the dark and a pair of glowing, piercing blue eyes appeared followed by the rest of their lost blonde rescue mau.

Of all the bloody times to turn up...Fang wanted to yell angrily at her cat but if she had been in a position to speak Lightning would have been unconcerned by her owner's threats and reprimands. Hissing and growling, her ears flattened against her lowered head, Lightning only seemed to be interested into their two attackers switching her gaze between them as she stalked closer. And the attention of their attackers was now solely upon the new arrival.

This entire scenario was descending into madness, Fang decided. As far as Fang could see it was just Lightning, it was just a cat, but the mother and son seemed to be terrified. They shrank away from her but responded in kind, hunching their shoulders and baring their long teeth at the approaching cat as Lightning came closer and jumped up onto the bin beside them.

Fang may not understand it but that didn't mean she wasn't going to use it. She pushed the distracted woman's foot from her throat and rolled onto her knees gasping for air. And as if Lightning had been waiting for that moment she bolted to the edge of the bin and with a high-pitched screech pounced at the man's head claws first.

He howled in pain releasing Vanille to pull Lightning away from his face with both hands. "Vanille!" Fang yelled as the redhead dropped to the floor. Grimacing in pain from her injured shin and ribs, she crawled the short space across the ground and turned Vanille onto her back. Vanille looked up at the brunette with a confused frown. "Fang?" She breathed a sigh of relief. Vanille's response was groggy but otherwise she looked unharmed.

Protectively crouching over her sister Fang's eyes were drawn back the fight happening above them as Lightning dodged and swiped at Vanille's attacker. Repeatedly jumping away and onto the ground as he made his strike but then using the walls and bins to gain some height and pouch back towards his head with her claws outstretched. Her attacks were fast, accurate and effective. And it wasn't long before the blood from his injuries began running down his face and into his eyes, making him stumble around the narrow alley bumping into the walls on either side as he tried to defend himself.

His terrified accomplish pushed past the pair locked in battle and without stopping to help the cowardly woman ran for the street. Lightning with her paws locked around the man's throat, paused to watch her run away, seeming to hesitate over whether or not to give chase. And her distraction was long enough for him to pull her from his face, screaming as she tried to maintain her hold with its claws tearing his throat with shallow cuts.

Stubbornly Lightning continued to fight struggling and wriggling against the strong grip around her neck, and trying to claw at his enraged face even as he held her out of arms reach.

Seeing that Lightning was in trouble and thinking of nothing but helping her, Fang tried to get up and grunted as she thoughtlessly put all her weight onto her damaged leg. She cursed through gritted teeth and fell onto her side as blinding white pain pulsed through her body again. And could only watch in horror as he brought his arm back and hurled her cat against the nearest wall.

To fast to right herself Lightning's small body slammed against the wall with a sickening thud and fell lifeless to the ground.

He pulled back his leg intending to finish the unmoving cat with a kick. "Bastard," Fang roared and utilising all her anger and adrenaline she focused her brain long enough to reach forward from her position and grab his raised leg yanking it backwards as she leaned back with all her weight. Unbalanced he fell onto his injured face as Fang fell back. And then he was up on his feet scrambling after his mother and Fang was in no fit state to follow him.

Fang fell hard onto her back as she released his leg and exhausted by the exertion and her injuries, she made no attempt to break her fall and her brain rattled in her head as it met the hard pavement.

At least the pain had stopped, that was good was all she could think, the numbness felt like such a relief. But the loud ringing in her ears was more than worrying and so was her fading vision. Vanille was leaning over her, looking worried and saying something but she couldn't hear a thing. The huntress tried to mumble something to reassure her she was okay but she was struggling to find the words in her confused brain. And then Vanille wasn't there anymore and she was alone with her.

Fang's head rolled to the side to where Lightning was still lying unmoving. And as she finally gave in to the encroaching darkness only one thought was clear in her mind.

It's all my fault.

The Cat's Fang: Chapter two

The other day at my parent's house a cat was sitting in their garden staring at me through their patio windows. I felt like it was a sign from the felines to continue my story...although my sister says he does it all the time...either way that kitty can really stare.

A big nerdy awkward internet hug (because she loves 'em) for my FF dudette whenanxietykicksin. I really didn't like this chapter until she gave it the once over and suggested a much better ending. She's so good to me. She pretends to be such a scally wag but underneath it all she's just an ordinary muffin pirate. Ta matey.

Gonna be afk for a while, might not be back till next year (my messy life is always getting in the way) so I hope you can put up with my slow updates. As I've always said my updates are few and far between but I always finish my stories...eventually.

Hope you liked it and thanks for all the faves and comments. I find them really encouraging you lovely bunch of people. 


Loading...

Fangrai-forever prompt 196: When Claire 'Lightning' Farron (the most famous woman in Cocoon) is stopped for speeding she's not sure if she should be irked or intrigued by the beautiful, brunette policewoman who claims to have no idea who she is.

I filled my own prompt again because I am a *#%&head.

Warning: lesbians, cussing...you must know what I'm like by now.

Disclaimer: Square Enix owns everything including my brain.


Claire 'Lightning' Farron raced through the streets of Bodhum. She looked at her watch again and cursed. She was late. Today's filming had overrun due to problems with the set and now she was going to be late for Serah's and Snow's rehearsal dinner. It had taken Lightning a long time to come to terms with Serah's relationship with her co-star but they were finally in a place where Lightning was happy about Serah's pending nuptials. However if she turned up late, Serah will think that she had done it to make a point and she can kiss any geniality between the three of them goodbye. Plus she could already imagine the tongue-lashing she was going to get from her irate sister.

Shifting down into third gear she accelerated out of a corner and sped into a leafy suburb, travelling too fast to notice the police motorcycle hidden at the roadside.

Lightning cursed her bad luck as the bright police LED lights flashed in her rearview mirror along with a few blasts of the motorcycle's loud siren. With an aggravated sigh Lightning checked her mirrors, indicated and pulled up next to the sidewalk. Why, oh why of all the nights for this to happen did it have to happen tonight, she bemoaned. She turned off her engine and watched the police officer in her rearview mirror dismount their motorcycle and approach the driver side. This wasn't the first time this had happened to the TV star. If fact it happened so regularly that she was pretty sure the police had her plates on alert, just so they can stop her under some pretence and ask her for her autograph.

It was a complete waste of her time and highly irritating.

The female police officer stopped at the driver's door and quickly looked over the car and its occupant. "Going a little fast back there weren't you ma'am," she said in a foreign accent.

Lightning tutted and took a well-used Sharpie out of her inside breast pocket. She knew exactly how this worked. "Can we just get this over with, I'm in a hurry."

The dark-haired woman chuckled. "Oh well, I am so very sorry to be an inconvenience to you and your day," she said sarcastically with a slight bow. She took out her traffic ticket booklet and a pen. "Licence and registration please."

Lightning's head snapped up to look at the police woman in astonishment. Dressed in the black leathers of the Bodhum motorcycle cops and open white helmet. The only thing she could tell from the woman's appearance was that she was a brunette (due to a few strands of dark brown hair that had escaped her helmet), but apart from that she was unreadable probably due to the large aviator sunglasses that covered half her face.

"What?" The TV star said in shock. That was the last thing Lightning expected her to say.

The officer looked up from whatever she was writing down, took off her sunglasses and pocketed them. Her green eyes locked with Lightning. "Licence...and registration...pretty...please," she said in a firm voice.

Is she being serious? Didn't she know who she was? Lightning took off her own sunglasses. "Seriously?"

The policewoman eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded the TV star but there wasn't a hint of recognition. "Deadly," the woman responded simply and the serious look on her face told Lightning that she meant it.

Lightning hands dropped to her lap, along with a jaw. She couldn't remember the last time someone didn't recognise who she was. Lightning loathed to do this. She wasn't the type to use her fame to her advantage but she had a reputation to uphold. She was the golden girl of the TV industry and if the newspapers found out she had received a speeding ticket she'd never hear the last of it. And her agent Sazh would burst a blood vessel.

She was already cringing and she hadn't even said it yet.

"Do you know who I am?"

The policewoman sighed in exasperation, wondering why she always managed to pull over the divas. "Can't say that I do." She pointed her pen at the pinkette. "Say," she said, tilting her head thoughtfully and bringing her pen to tap against her bottom lip, "you know what might help?"

"What?" Lightning said with a small hopefully smile. An autograph? A selfie?

The officer's smile dropped. "Ya licence and registration."

Lightning hesitated for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she regarded the officer thoughtfully. Maybe she was just following protocol, maybe if she complied the woman would just give her a warning. And maybe the licence, with her real name, would jog the woman's memory. Turning away she took her handbag off the passenger, dropped in the Sharpie and routed around in her purse for her documents.

The woman took Lightning's cards and checked them over. She looked at Lightning, then at her licence, then at Lightning. Lightning held her breath. "So Miss Farron do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?"

Lightning let out the breath she had been holding in surprise as the officer didn't even comment on her name. Is she fucking with me? She turned in her seat to follow the brunette walking around her convertible writing down the details. "Look, officer?"

"Yun," the policewoman answered walking back around to the driver's side, and to Lightning's horror still writing out the ticket.

"Officer Yun." She paused. Am i really going to try this. "Is there some thing that I could..."

The brunette's eyes narrowed and she shook her head in disbelief as Lightning hesitated over what to say. It was late, her shift was nearly over and the last thing she wanted to do on a Friday night was arrest this woman for trying to bribe an officer and then wait around for transport to take her to the cop shop. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to exact some sort of punishment on the woman for acting like a prima-diva jackass. Speeding and the way she was currently acting, she was obviously desperate to get some where on time - well prepare to be fashionably late sweetheart, thought Officer Yun. Before Lightning could indict herself Yun interjected.

"Step out of the car please Miss Farron," she said opening the driver's door. She leaned down when Lightning remained motionless, looking up at her with an incredulous expression on her face. Obviously this diva wasn't used to being told what to do. "Out of the car," she ordered. Lightning complied and got out, folding her arms and frowning at the policewoman. Yun took a moment to glance over the woman's tailored dark blue power suit and white button-downed shirt as she closed the car door. Cute, she thought idly, shame about the attitude.

She brought Lightning around to the front of her car and took off her helmet letting her brunette hair fall over her shoulders. With a contented sigh she sat down and forced herself not to grin at the resulting horrified expression on the rich woman's face as she made herself comfortable on the bonnet of the woman's very expensive car.

"Step onto the line please ma'am." She held a hand out to the road marking beside the pavement.

"I'm not drunk!" Lightning exclaimed. She would never do anything as stupid as drink and drive and was offended that the officer would even think so.

"The sooner we do this," she reasoned with the stubborn woman, placing her helmet on her knees, "the sooner you can go."

"Fine," Lightning begrudgingly agreed, stepping onto the line and trying her best to be compliant. It wasn't easy. She listened as Yun explained the test- walk the line, heel-to-toe, hands at your side - but barely paid attention, too preoccupied with her thoughts.

Lightning was so famous now that she couldn't go anywhere without being mobbed by crowds of fans, so much so that she longed for the days when she could just walk outside her house as another unknown ordinary person. And yet she felt dejected because this one woman didn't have a clue who she was. It was no longer just about the ticket, she realised watching the commanding, attractive officer run a hand through her wavy dark hair. She wanted the brunette to recognise her; to see her for who she was and be in awe. So much so that when she had walked the line and Yun asked her to turn and come back, she acted without thinking.

Following the road marking, she put her arms straight up into the air and fell into front layout, then a forward flip and finished with a perfect front aerial right at Officer Yun's feet.

Yun's eyebrows were arched in surprise as the pinkette landed in front of her. Slightly out of breath but pleased with her awesome performance Lightning tilted her hip and put her hand on it waiting for the stunned officer's response. Cocky little so and so, Fang grinned impressed by the woman's flashy arrogant display. This woman suddenly became interesting.

This woman was testing her authority. She stood with a sudden overwhelming desire to be nose-to-nose with the pinkette. Usually when she thought a perp was being disrespectful towards her she'd have their arses in jail quicker than you can say 'contempt of cop'. But instead she felt a thrill run up her spine when Farron didn't step away and defiantly held her gaze with a matching domineering smirk. She wondered how far she would have to push the beautiful woman before she backed down. Or maybe her intense, challenging stare wasn't just bravado and she would never submit. It sent another electric bolt up the competitive officer's spine.

She was so close to doing something she almost forgot herself.

Farron was the first to move. Keeping her eyes locked with the brunettes she moved indiscernibly closer until their faces were almost touched. Her breath was hot on Yun's skin and her expensive perfume filled Yun's senses until she felt dizzy. The officer's grip tightened on her standard-issued helmet and ticket book as Farron leaned in and the feel of it beneath her finger tips reminded Yun why she had ended up so close to the woman in the first place.

Despite being an easygoing fun-loving person Yun wasn't lying. She may be a relatively lenient cop compared to other police officers but she was deadly serious about her job. She took a deep composing breath and stepped away from temptation, missing the disappointed look on Farron's face as she tipped her head forward to put on her helmet. It wasn't without regret that she put some distance between them but she had a job to do and that job was almost done. It was just the ticket and she decided, some verbal discipline.

"Okay ma'am you're free to go," she tore of the woman's ticket from the booklet. "But In answer to your first question I really don't know who you are and I don't really care," she said honestly. "I wouldn't care if you were goddess Etro herself, racing through the suburbs at 40 miles an hour in a 30 mile zone on the back of a behemoth, I still would have pulled ya over. The law is the law. These restrictions have put in place not to be an inconvenience to you but to protect our citizens from harm. Because whether you're Etro on a behemoth or Miss Claire Farron in her beemer if you hit a person while travelling at 40 miles an hour they are 90% more likely to die than if you hit them at 30." She handed Farron her speeding ticket and was pleased that the woman at least had the decency to look ashamed as she took it. "Why don't you think about that and keep an eye on your speed. Have a good night Miss Farron."

Lightning watched Officer Yun walk away in her tight, form-fitting black leathers and mount her motorcycle. She fastened the chin strap of her helmet before she turned on her engine and sped off into the night without sparing the TV star a second glance. Lightning looked down at her watch and cursed at time. Yun's lecture wasn't the last tongue-lashing was going to get tonight she predicted, but it was quite possibly the worst.

xxXOXxx

The next day Officer Oerba Yun Fang sat at her desk writing up the report of her incident with the speeding pinkette. Putting her details into the police database she pressed search and an unsmiling photo of Miss Claire Farron popped up onto her computer screen. Not one prior, not even a parking ticket. So why was she acting like I should know her? the brunette questioned searching the intriguing woman's image and information for clues but there was nothing.

Leaning back in her seat she looked over at her partner's desk. Vanille and her had been best friends from an early age and were practically sisters. They had always done everything together even joining the police force. So when Vanille had been transfered from Oerba to Bodhum for a promotion, Fang had immediately put her name down on the transfer list and arrived last week, almost six months later than the redhead. Consequently Vanille had been here a lot longer and probably knew everyone worth knowing in the city of Bodhum.

"Hey Vanille," she said to attract the redheads attention from the reports she was reading.

"Yep?" Vanille chirped without looking up.

"Do you know a Miss Claire Farron?"

Vanille head snapped up from her desk. "Claire Farron?" Fang answered with a nod. "As in Claire 'Lightning' Farron?"

"Nah just Claire Farron. I pulled her over last night for speeding in her beemer and..."

She stopped mid-sentence as Vanille dropped her pen and scrambled around the table, knocking some reports onto the floor in her excitement to look at Fang's computer and Miss Farron's photo. She gasped. "Lightning Farron," she pointed at the screen. "You pulled over Lightning Farron and you spoke to her."

Fang frowned at Vanille's awestruck expression. "Errrrr yeah, looks like it."

"You pulled over Lightning Farron and spoke to her," Vanille repeated sounding a little bewildered. And then a thought suddenly occurred to her. Standing upright, her face changed from amazed to fuming in the space of a millisecond. "You pulled over Lightning Farron and spoke to her, and you didn't tell me!" She suddenly yelled, clipping Fang around the ear.

Fang pitched forward slightly as Vanille's hand connected with her head. "Owww, what the hell Vanille!" She complained in astonishment, rubbing her sore ear and glaring up at the angry redhead. Growing up with the redhead she was used to Vanille's reprimands but this time she had no idea what she had done to incur the woman's wrath. "Why would I tell you. I just thought she was another perp with an inflated ego."

"You don't know who she is?" Vanille asked through her teeth. Fang shook her head. "So ya didn't get me an autograph!" She chastised, giving Fang a harder smack around the other ear.

"Oww bloody hell!" Fang growled giving her friend a push. "That really hurt Vanille. What the hell is the matter with you?" She held onto her damaged ear and kept both eyes on the irrate partner to intercept any further attacks. What could Claire Farron have done to cause such a fanatical reaction from her partner? Hearing some sniggers and chuckles from some of other officers at Fang's being aggressively rebuked by the small redhead, Fang scrunched up some waste paper with her free hand and threw it at the nearest amused offender.

"Fang, I luuuuvvvvv Lightning Farron! She's the star of my favourite TV series of all time 'Guardian Corps: Peace and Protection'. It's huge in Cocoon, everybody watches it. How do you not know who she is?" Vanille lamented, dramatically dragging her fingertips over her face as she looked up at the heavens and grieved for the missed opportunity of obtaining Claire Farron's signature.

Ah geez, Fang rolled her eyes as she understood why Vanille was so upset, another thing Vanille was obsessing over. If it wasn't a TV programme, it was a computer game, and if if it wasn't a game it was a book - she put the geek in geek-chic. "Give me a break Vanille I only moved here last week. I haven't even finished unpacking." She didn't even have a TV yet.

Vanille's eyes widened excitedly as it suddenly occurred to the avid fan that it wouldn't be a conplete loss, she could introduce Fang to the wonders of GCPP. She grabbed Fang's collar, pulled the brunette towards her and said in one breath. "IhaveeveryepisodeonDVDyoushouldcomeoverandwatchittonight."

Fang looked down at Vanille's hands tightly gripping her collar and then back up at the woman's feverish, breathless enthusiasm. Saying no was probably a bad idea.

xxXOXxx

"...before she started staring in the show she was a sergeant in the army where her codename was Lightning, so she's a real life badass. Claire Farron is the only cast member in the show, apart from Snow Villiers, who does all their own stunts and fight scenes," Vanille gushed, while wearing her official GCPP T-shirt and drinking hot chocolate out of her official GCPP mug.

Fang helped herself to some more popcorn. "Who's Snow?" She asked, tucking her legs underneath her and making herself more comfortable on Vanille's sofa.

"The blond. He's Lightning's love interest. They haven't done anything yet but at the end of Season 3, 47.09 minutes into episode 3.19 'Make love not war', they almost kissed," Vanille smiled dreamily. As a fanatic Lilliers shipper she longed for the day when her OTP declared their love for one another. It will happen. It has to happen.

Fang rolled her eyes and threw a few kernels into her mouth. Why is it that in every TV series she'd ever watched there had to be some sort of sexual tension between the lead male and female characters? Its like TV is telling us that men and woman are unable to have a platonic, meaningful relationships.

Apart from that the show was alright, a bit cheesy but Claire made it more than bearable. On screen she was incredible. Her character Lightning was determined, strong and refreshingly independent. She demanded your attention when ever she came on screen and Vanille was right, she was force to be reckoned with. Her fight scenes were amazing and the fact that Claire performed all her own stunts gave Lightning's character incredible depth. She could definitely understand why Claire and the show was so popular, although it may also have something to do with the ridiculously unsuitable, very revealing uniform Lightning was wearing. I mean short skirt and a cape for an officer of the law! Totally inappropriate, even if it is as sexy as hell.

The Pulsian pair's attention was drawn back to the TV as Lightning was ambushed by a gang of TV-typical drug dealers welding knives and large chains. They watched Lightning spin and kick, taking out two criminals with a roundhouse kick and the leg sweep. Then quick as a flash she span around onto her feet, converting her blade to gun mode as she turned to point the barrel at the criminal who attacking her from behind. The camera zoomed into a close up of the soldier's face. "Don't," she advised in her low husky voice, and the camera panned out as the man wisely dropped his knife and held up his hands in surrender.

Fang's face heated up as Lightning's piercing gaze seemed to hold hers through the TV screen, reminding her of the moment when they had stood nose to nose. Trying to stare each other down, daring each other to make the first move. To do what Fang was no longer sure. When Claire had leaned closer she had thought the woman was going to kiss her.

She wondered what would have happened if she had, and her imagination immediately went into gutter as images ran through her mind in quick succession; their lips pressed to one another's, hands in each others hair pulling the other closer, legs around her hips as she laid Claire down on the front of her car, buttons flying as she ripped open her white, spotless shirt, leaning down to adore every inch of her.

But now, watching Lightning on Vanille's TV snarl, punch Snow in the face and then make an emotional speech about honour and justice , Fang doubted that anything would have ever happened between them. It was all just a fantasy. Because why would a talented and stunning woman like Claire Farron, who could have the pick of the Cocoonian populace, look at an ordinary plod like her.

xxXOXxx

The next seven days passed in mundane monotony for the police officer. It had been one of those boring weeks when nothing exciting ever happened, which was great for society but bad for Fang's piece of mind. She managed to keep herself preoccupied by writing up crime reports and overtime, so that only now and then her thoughts would linger back to a certain famous TV star. But it wasn't easy. Now that she knew who Claire was she seemed to be everywhere. She had successfully avoided watching any more episodes of GCPP (much to Vanille's dismay) but there were still the billboards, magazines articles, adverts. Everywhere she turned Claire's steely, cool gaze seemed to be staring right back at her.

Fang never thought that she would think it but thank Etro for police paperwork. When she could hold up in the office away from any visual reminders and get nose deep in bureaucracy to keep her mind busy. In fact she was so engrossed reading the paper report in her hands, lounging back in her chair with her feet on the desk, that she didn't notice how deadly quiet the busy office had become or the person standing over her.

"Excuse me I'm here about my speeding ticket," the woman said.

Fang took her pencil she was chewing out of her mouth. "Traffic's down the hall," she replied without looking up, and used the chewed writing implement to point the woman in the right direction. "Fourth door on the right."

"No Officer Yun, I am here to see you about my ticket."

Fang audibly groaned. Another whining perp trying to wheedle their way out of their ticket. She threw the report on her desk, and pulling her feet from the table she span in her chair towards the the woman beside her and looked up.

Claire Farron dressed in dark brown boots, black skinnys and a button down white shirt was standing in front of Fang, shadowed by a large behemoth-of-a-man. And for a split second Fang thought she was dreaming or in a moment of true confusion, looking at a life-sized advert until the woman reached up to take off her own sunglasses.

Lightning's blue eyes moved slowly down the body of the woman who had been invading her thoughts every waking moment of the day for the last week. She was just as gorgeous as she remembered, especially in her dark blue police uniform. It was almost as good as the leathers...almost. And she's cute when she's flabbergasted, Lightning thought trying to stop herself from smiling at Officer Yun's stunned expression.

Recovering from her initial shock, Fang's mouth snapped shut and she lowered her eyebrows as she pushed out of her chair and onto her feet while correcting her uniform and buttoning up the top few buttons of her shirt. She told herself that it was just because she should be properly dressed for dealing with work related issues, but later she would admit that she had needed the distinctive uniform to give her that authoritative edge over the incredibly challenging woman.

Attire back in place Fang's eyes drifted between the TV star and the large, intimidating, dark suited man standing directly behind her. The police officer immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion. "I'm not dropping the ticket,' Fang told the actress, in no uncertain terms.

"I didn't ask you too," Lightning frowned, although given her behaviour the last time they had met she could hardly blame the officer for thinking she was the type to try and dodge her accountability. "You were right," Fang quickly looked to actress. "I was being reckless and dangerous. I have to take responsibility for my actions and accept the consequences."

Fang was astonished. "Well...good," was all she could think to say, surprised by the proud women's omission.

Lightning glanced around the large room and the dozens of officers silently watching their entire exchange from behind their desks. Fang followed her gaze and thanked every deity she could think of that this was Vanille's day off. Silent staring was nothing compared to what Vanille would have done if she had been here to meet her idol.

"Perhaps you can show me to the traffic division," Claire suggested to Officer Yun. "You can watch me pay my fine and the closure of our encounter."

"Sure." Fang readily agreed, touched by the gesture and happy to spend some more time in the woman's company. She walked ahead of the woman and opened the office door for her and her bodyguard. Fang glared at the office's occupants as a few of her buddies began quietly wolf whistling and making kissy noises at the blushing police officer. "Grow up," she scowled, giving them them the finger.

She gave Claire an apologetic smile as she quickly closed the door behind her to drown out their laughter and protect them from the barrage of paper balls they were throwing in her direction.

They walked along the long hallway in companionable silence, stealing glances at one another and sharing the odd smile when they were caught. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night," Lightning finally said. "It has been such a long time since anyone has treated me like a regular person that sometimes I forget myself."

"No worries, I appreciate ya coming here to apologise." If Claire was anything like her, it had taken a lot of guts to come here in person and admit that she had been wrong. And she was flattered that Claire taken the time to track her down to do it.

"So, here we are," Fang commented as they stopped outside the Traffic division's door.

"Yes,"' Lightning simply responded but didn't move to open it. Instead she stayed right where she was, looking expectantly at the Police officer.

They stood for a few moments in awkward silence as they both tried to think of something else to say. And then it suddenly occurred to the police woman that there was a legitimate reason she could speak to the TV star for a little longer and please a certain nerdy redhead. "This is kinda embarrassing but...can I have an autograph?"

It was probably the last thing Lightning expected the police officer to say after their last meeting. She laughed lightly to herself, amused by the irony of the request. "So you've found out who I am?"

"Yeah," Fang admitted, bashfully rubbing the back of her neck, "turns out my partner Vanille is your No.1 fan. If she finds out I met you again and didn't get her an autograph, she's liable to strangle me with her official GCPP T-shirt."

Lightning's smile wavered. "You're partner?" She asked quietly and internally reprimanded herself for getting her hopes up. Of course someone as pretty as Fang has a girlfriend.

Fang chuckled and waved her hands dismissively. "Oh, no not like that, she's my work partner." And over eager to clarify that Vanille was not her girlfriend and classify her current relationship status she added without thinking, "I'm single," realising too late that she'd just made herself sound really desperate.

Feeling exposed Fang's shoulders slumped but her slip made Lightning's smile return to full force, along with her confidence.

Walking back to her bodyguard who had been following them, Lightning quietly said something to him and he gave her the grey messenger bag he had been holding and went to wait around the corner as instructed. Always prepared for anything, Lightning took out one of the glossy photos of herself she used for autographs and her faithful, well-used Sharpie. Leaning against a wall she wrote - To Vanille, an actual officer of the law and a real life Cocoon heroine, Love Lightning - and handed the signed photo to Fang.

"Thanks," she smiled looking at the photo of Lighting in her GC uniform. "Vanille is going to really love it."

"So have you watched any episodes of GCPP?" Lightning inquired putting away her pen.

"A couple, but Vanille's been bugging me to watch some more with her."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't watch any more episodes," Lightning said seriously, pulling a piece of paper out of her jean's pocket. "I don't want to date a fan." Fang took the slip held out to her and opened it to find Claire's name and number.

Fang felt a heady rush of excitement as she looked down at Claire's phone number. It was almost unbelievable but she had the handwritten proof in her hands. The woman of her dreams had just asked her out and she was so ecstatic she wondered if she would ever be able to wipe the happy grin from her own face. But Fang didn't want the presumptuous woman to think that she had the upper hand, or that Fang was the type of woman to give in so easily.

"And what if I don't want to date the most famous woman in Cocoon?" Fang said with a teasing smile.

Claire's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you'll call," she said confidently, folding her arms and tilting her hip with that rue smile that made Fang's heart race.

"And what if I don't?" Fang questioned, squaring up to the woman and putting her hand on her hip to mirror Claire's arrogance.

Lighting looked around quickly to check they were alone and stepped closer to the other woman. Keeping eye contact with the officer she slowly tilted her head towards the brunette. Surprised by the bold move Fang's eyes darted over the actress' face and down to her inviting pink lips. They curled into a victorious smile. "You will," Lightning said in a low husky voice, turning away quickly before Fang could lean in and close the gap.

Yeah, I will, Fang happily agreed, watching Claire saunter down the hall. "Hey, what about your ticket?" She questioned pointing at the office door.

Claire glanced over her shoulder and couldn't stop herself from chuckling at the police officer's confused expression. "I paid it last week," she revealed smugly. There was no point keeping it a secret any longer, not now she had got what she came here for. "See you soon Officer Yun."

Fang's grin widened, cheeky little so and so..."Hey Claire?" Lightning stopped dead in her tracks, surprised at the use of her real name, hardly anyone called her Claire anymore, but quickly decided she liked it when it fell from the brunette's lips.

Fang waited for the pinkette to turn around with an arched, questioning eyebrow. "Call me Fang." The star nodded and Fang's breath hitched as Claire gave her a large genuine smile. It left her breathless.

Once she was out of sight Fang released the top button of her shirt and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. That had been exhilarating and all they had done is talk to one another. She put her hand to her chest to feel her heart beating quick and strong - she felt like she'd just jumped out of a plane without a parachute. It this was the effect Claire had on her just by a little flirting she couldn't wait to find out how she reacting when she touched her, or even kissed her.

Bloody heart might explode. Even the thought of it was making her tremble.

Whistling a lively Pulsian tune, she walked back to her office with a spring in her step. Only two weeks in this town and she already had a date with the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe Cocoon wasn't as bad as she thought.

xxXOXxx

Omake

Vanille knocked on Fang's door and hummed happily to herself as she waited for her friend to answer. She had barely seen the brunette in the last few weeks, she always seemed to be busy, but today was Fang and Vanille's monthly day of fun and she had so much planned for the two of them to do together.

Fang opened the door with a large, happy grin which disappeared as soon as she laid eyes on the redhead. "Vanille," she said worriedly. She quickly glanced around the door into her apartment and then stepped outside, pulling the door towards her but keeping her hand on the doorknob. "What are you doing here?"

"What d'ya mean what am I doing? We always spend the first Sunday of every month together." Vanille tried peering around the anxious brunette guarding her door. "What are you hiding in there?" She asked suspiciously as Fang almost closed her door to obstruct the redhead's view.

"Nothin', I'm not hiding nothing," she said with a shrug trying to sound nonchalant but Vanille could tell straight away that she was lying.

"So let me in."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"It's...being...I'm painting the living room."

"Really? You're painting in your police training gear," Vanille said dubiously looking over Fang's treasured dark blue Oerba police T-shirt and shorts, "and you haven't got a spot of paint on you."

Fang's face screwed up in concentration as she tried to think of a excuse to keep Vanille outside and then remembered there was a reason why Vanille was the best interrogator on the force. She could see through people's lies faster than Etro on a behemoth. She gave up. Her face slackened. "You can't come in here."

"Honey," a women's voice called to Fang from inside. Fang quietly cursed as Vanille's eyebrows arched in surprise, "where do you keep your coffee?"

Fang has a girlfriend. Fang has a girlfriend and she hadn't told me! Vanille felt a mix of anger and intrigue. Fang always told her everything. She frowned and pursed her lips.

Fang knew and feared that look.

"No Vanille don't-" Fang pleaded but before she finish Vanille had jabbed the sensitive spot on Fang's right side to make her release the door knob, and was pushing her way into the flat.

She stormed into Fang's apartment ready to investigate, took a few steps and then stopped dead in her tracks - stunned and slack jawed.

"Oh hello," Lighting Farron greeted a little embarrassed to be caught wearing nothing but Fang's dressing gown. Sat at the kitchen island, enjoying her breakfast, eating some toast - like she was an normal, ordinary, everyday person. "You must be Vanille, Fang has told me a great deal about you," Lightning said with a small friendly smile. Dusting her hands of crumbs, she stood and walked towards the redhead.

Lightning Farron...Claire 'Lightning' Farron is standing right in front of me. Still gobsmacked Vanille looked down at the hand Lightning Farron was holding out to her, up at Lightning Farron and then back down at the hand. And then as if in a dream she began floating towards her hero.

Fang stood in between the two women before Vanille recovered enough to take Claire's hand. "Vanille," she warned her awestruck friend in a firm voice, "don't."

The celebrity put a hand on Fang's shoulder and tried to move her out of the way. "Its okay Fang," she reassured the brunette, she was used to dealing with fans.

But Fang stayed where she was, with her eyes on her stunned friend and her back to Claire ready to defend her girlfriend. "No Claire, you don't understand." Vanille's fanaticism was in a league of its own. Her intense, bubbly, enthusiastic gushing - filled with occasional blubbering and attempts to initiate unyielding hugs - could squeeze the energy from the most hardened celebrity. The two lovers had been keeping there a relationship a secret up until now because Claire liked to keep her private-life private. And that was just fine with Fang. The brunette had no desire to be suddenly thrust into the limelight, and she did not want Vanille to find out and scare her new girlfriend away.

Because Fang knew exactly how the redhead would react upon meeting her current idol. She could see it bubbling up inside of Vanille. The redhead was overcoming her initial shock at meeting Lightning, and now her wide, glassy eyes were filling with unshed tears, her body was beginning to tremble barely able to contain her excitement, it wouldn't be long until...

Fang started and Claire blanched as Vanille emitted the traditional battle cry of the devoted fan. Putting her hands on her cheeks and leaning forward slightly, she let loose her most excited, high-pitched, blood curdling squeal.

There was little Fang or Lightning could do to restrain such devotion.

The GCPP Fanclub

The Claire/ Lightning became tricky. I've tried to make it so everyone calls her Lightning, she even calls herself Lightning because she has had the nickname for so long. But Fang calls and considers her Claire.

I think that if Lightning Farron was a TV star, Vanille would be her biggest fan. And her excitement over introducing Fang to her favourite show is pretty much my reaction to introducing my friends to anything I geek over - total geekgasm. However when I meet people I admire I'm the complete opposite of Vanille. I barely speak except to mumble that I love their work, and I avoid all eye contact - I'm a creepy geek.

Always appreciate feedback so let me know what you think.

Loading...

Fangrai-Feburary prompt 137: Serah's organising a charity ball and forces Lightning to participate in the bachelor/bachelorette auction. However the person with the winning bid isn't a bachelor but a brunette bachelorette. Fang x Lightning.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Square Enix.

Fanfic link here if you prefer reading it there and link to Chapter One is here.


"Bachelorette Serah! A bachelor-rette!"

Serah looked up at Lightning from her desk at the after auction bachelor-bachelorette meet and greet. "Yeah. So?" She asked while thanking and accepting another cheque from a bidder.

Lightning waited for Serah's assistant to lead him to his bachelorette, looked around to check that no one was within earshot and leaned down to her sister. "I'm not a lesbian," she hissed quietly.

"You're not?" Serah questioned with a frown.

"No! What the hell gave you the idea that I was?"

"I dunno." Serah leaned on her arm and thoughtfully tapped the pen she was holding against her cheek. "You've never really had any boyfriends but then now I think about it you've had any girlfriends either. I just figured you were sexually fluid like I am. You know sexy is sexy," she shrugged looking back down at her paperwork.

"Well I'm not. And will you please stop saying sexy." Lightning said through her teeth. She was already incredibly uncomfortable, and she did not need the added discomfort of imaging that her little sister found anything sexy, ever.

Snow suddenly barged into their conversation. He'd been looking for Serah everywhere, leaving the one place she was scheduled to be until last, and breathed out a sigh of relief once he spotted the younger Farron at her desk. "Serah," he said again once he had reached the two Farrons, "I am not happy with my bachelorette."

Lightning barked a humourless laugh, "join the line numbknut."

Snow's eyes widened in horror. "Did you get a mad one too?"

"No it...they were not what I was expecting," she explained, vaguely.

"Not what you expected? I'd kill for 'not what I was expecting'." He pointed a thumb at himself. "My bachelorette is off her god damn crazy tree. Did you hear what she was shouting at me when I was on stage?" They shared a look and shook their heads. The two sisters had been too busy arguing to listen to anything that happening on the stage. "I have never felt so degraded in my entire life," he pouted. "And the language she used." Snow shook his head in disbelief. He'd been brought up to believe that women were the fairer sex but it had only taken ten minutes on that stage to dispel that particular myth. "I can't go on a date with her, there's no telling what she might do. Because she threatened many different things and most of it seemed impossible."

Right on cue, the double doors to the room suddenly burst open and all heads turned to see the redheaded figure who had made the dramatic entrance. The small woman dressed in a glamorous couture, strapless cream dress kept her hands on either door as she scanned the room.

"Where's my prize?" She growled, searching the faces of the bachelors and bachelorettes and stopped narrowing on Lightning's small group. Lightning's stomach dropped in fear as a small, disturbing smile lit the woman's face with delight.

"Oh maker it's her. She's found me." Snow whispered fearfully, ducking down to try and hide behind Lightning.

Thank Etro. Lightning breathed out in relief as the woman bypassed her, striding purposely towards her bachelor. For a second there she had thought the crazy maniac currently chasing Snow around Serah's table was her bachelorette. If that was Snow's bachelorette what is my bachelorette going to be like, she wondered watching the stranger expertly drive Snow away from the two sisters. What if she's worse?

One unhappy bachelor taken care of, or rather got rid of, just a bachelorette to go, Serah thought.

"I'm sorry Lightning," Serah said bringing them back to their original conversation, "but I thought you knew that anyone can make a bid. We don't limit our auctions to heterosexual pairings."

"Well I didn't," Lightning huffed, turning to her sister. "We'll have to void the bid. I can't go on a date with a lesbian it would be misleading."

"For Etro's sake Lightning," Serah rolled her eyes at the honourable soldier, "it's just a date. She's not expecting to get a toaster oven at the end of it."

"A what?" Lightning frowned confused by the reference. "What's a toaster oven?" She was so busy wondering what it was, and how an appliance can toast and bake at the same time that she didn't even notice the approaching figure.

"Hi," a friendly voice interrupted them from behind Lightning. "I think I may have just won you."

Won me! Won! me! Lightning's eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened. No-one wins Captain Lightning Farron. All her fears had been confirmed, her bachelorette was an arrogant, cocky imbecile.

Bristled by the woman's audacity to treat her like a possession, Lightning span on the spot ready to give the bachelorette a piece of her mind and everything just stopped.

Dressed in a skinny black tuxedo with matching, high heels was Lightning's brunette bachelorette.

And Lightning had never seen anyone like her in her entire life.

Dark wavy long hair framing a heart shaped face. Green, sparkling eyes, full pink lips and smooth olive skin - and with her open collar, bowtie loose around her neck and her sleeves pushed up her arms, the stranger was showing as much of that bronze skin as she could in a tux. There were plenty of women at the ball in trousers that Lightning hadn't spared a second glance, but this woman's disregard for the conventions of the formal attire, along with her hands in her pockets and smirk on her lips, gave the mysterious stranger a very unsettling, very captivating, roguish charm.

Consequently all thoughts and actions Lightning had planned while turning to face brunette came screeching to an abrupt halt and the soldier was left stunned and dumbfounded.

Luckily for Lightning Serah decided to intervene before her big sister's silent staring began to make her bachelorette uncomfortable. Partly to save her sister, and partly to make sure her bachelorette paid her bid before Lightning could scare her away. Although there was something about this woman (probably her amused grin) that told Serah she didn't scare too easily.

"Hello I'm Serah Farron organiser of the New Bodhum Charity ball," she introduced herself, standing to move around the table and shake the woman's hand. "I'd just like to thank you on behalf of the Edda Farron Memorial Foundation for your generous donation, Ms?"

"Fang, Oerba yun Fang," she said in a strange foreign accent, returning the friendly handshake. "No need to thank me. I'm lucky enough to have more money than I know what to do with it. Plus I'd much rather give it to you then leave it for my sister to spend. Hi I'm Fang," she said turning her attention back to the soldier. She held a hand out to the soldier and smiled as Lightning shook her hand after a moment's hesitation. "It's Lightning right?"

Lightning stared at the hand that was holding hers and felt a slightly disturbing tingling sensation travel from her hand and all the way up her arm. It was bothersome, distracting and very confusing. "Ermmm..." Fang looked at her expectantly as the soldier tried to remember her own name, her smile beginning to fade when Lightning remained stunned and speechless.

Serah decided to intervene, yet again. "Yun, as in Dia Yun Wild Adventure Holidays?"

"That's us," Fang confirmed releasing Lightning's hand. "My bond sister Oerba Dia Vanille is over there molesting the blond," she said pointing towards Snow's bachelorette. "She gets a bit handsy when she's drunk but don't worry, " she told Serah's frown as they watched the blushing blond try to remove the redhead's death grip from around his waist, "she's just teasing him about the French maid costume...at least I think she is." She said thoughtfully.

"So 26,000 for my bid and 8,250 for Vanille's blond right?" Fang asked turning her attention back to Serah. She took her check book out of her inside pocket. "How about we round it up to 40,000 with an extra 5,000 for good measure shall we."

"That is very generous thank you. For that price I'd consider letting you have my sister for two dates," Serah joked making Fang laugh.

"Really two dates with the lovely Captain Farron? I'd be a fool to say no. What do you say Lightning, think you put up with me for two dates?" Fang flashed another smile at the soldier before she leaned down onto the table to make out the cheque and fill in her contact details as Serah directed her.

The question remained unanswered, yet again.

As Fang bent over in front of her Lightning's eyes were immediately drawn downwards and stayed there. There was something so fascinating about it that she couldn't seem to look away. Maybe she was wondering who was Fang's tailor or maybe she was wondering whether Fang worked her glutes to achieve that perfect posterior. They were the only possible reasons why Lightning was still staring at Fang's backside because one thing was for sure... "I'm not gay!" Lightning suddenly blurted out loud, her sudden confession surprising herself and the two women standing with her. She looked up to find them both turning to look at her and the disapproval on Serah's face confirmed that she had definitely said that last part aloud.

Fang tilted her head questioningly. "Excuse me?" She asked with her hand on her hip.

"I thought that...I should warn you that I am not...a les-bian." Lightning's voice trailed off as Fang tilted her head back slightly and gave a rich throaty chuckle before Lighning had even finished her explanation.

That's okay." Fang smiled.

"Really?" Lightning frowned. It didn't feel okay.

"Yeah. I mean sure I'm disappointed you're a very beautiful woman but it's just a date Lightning. I wasn't expecting anything beyond spending some time with you and perhaps making a friend at the end of it. So what d'ya say? I promise to be the perfect gentlewoman."

Lightning searched Fang's face for any hint that the woman was being insincere but she couldn't find any evidence that Fang was lying. It is for a good cause, Lightning considered weighing up the pros and cons of spending the day with the brunette, and it might be nice to make a new friend. She glanced past Fang at Serah.

Say yes, her sister mouthed with a firm stare.

"Alright," Lightning agreed and was surprised by the stirring satisfaction she felt when Fang's face lit up excitedly.

"Great." Fang clapped her hands and rubbed them together. "I'll try not to fall in love with ya."

Lightning's smile dropped. "What?"

Fang laughed, lifting her hand to give the woman's shoulder a friendly squeeze. "It was a joke mate don't look so worried," she reassured. "You really are adorable."

Lightning's frown deepened. "Adorable?" She questioned, looking at the hand on her shoulder. No-one had ever called her adorable before. Aggressive sure, austere no doubt, but adorable! And shouldn't I be doing something about the hand that that is still touching me? Isn't there something that I usually do in these situations.

"Yep. And a real hoot to boot."

"Hoot to boot?" Lightning repeated quietly. No-one had ever called her hoot either. What is a hoot? Why is she still touching me?

"Yeah you're hilarious." Fang smiled warmly at the soldier and the sight made her stomach clench disturbingly. "And by the way I like upgrading weapons too." She leaned down invading Lightning's personal space. "You should see my collection of lances," she whispered in Lightning's ear.

Weapons! Lightning shivered as the woman's breath caressed her ear. What the hell is wrong with me? She wondered to herself. Sure she loved weapons but the mere mention of them doesn't tend to have this reaction. It was as if the stranger knew exactly what to say or do to keep her off balance. She didn't need to whisper in her ear that she collected lances because Lightning was sure the woman didn't consider it a secret. She didn't need to lightly trail her fingers from Lightning's shoulder to middle of her back, to balance herself as she leaned down because when she pulled back to smile at Lightning her fingers were still touching her. It was so light she could barely feel it through her thin dress but she knew if she looked over her shoulder the brunette's hand would still be there.

Lightning realised that Fang's entire approach had been subtle but evidently effective. As if Fang had been dealing with a wild animal she had openly but cautiously moved closer to the soldier all the while maintaining her friendly, reassuring manner. It had kept Lightning calm but unsure, thereby preventing the soldier from gathering enough coherence to revert to one of her extremes; violence or the cool, indifferent disposition that she was oh so very good at. A testing touch, a little tease, a little closer, until Fang was well and truly invading Lightning's personal space and Lightning had unknowingly let her.

Lightning's posture stiffened and the back muscles jumped underneath the woman's touch. If Fang had noticed she didn't say anything, but the mischievous glint in the woman's emerald eyes told the soldier that she knew was in for a lot of trouble.

Snow's manly squeal drew the brunette's attention away from the captivating pinkette to find that her playful counterpart had backed the large boxer against a table and pushed up his shirt to blow raspberries on his six pack. The entire room watched in amusement as Snow tried to fend off the redhead by pushing his shirt down and detaching the giggling maniac. But in response she'd just blow on his stomach again causing him to helplessly collapse into another fit of surprisingly high pitched giggles.

"Whoops," Fang commented remembering that she was supposed to be keeping an eye on her inebriated sister not being distracted by pretty pink-haired soldiers. "Better step in and take her home before she does something tabloid worthy. Good night ladies. See ya later Lightning looking forward to our mate-date, mate," she winked at the older sister and turned to leave.

A lot of people would be envious of her position, Lightning mused, watching the woman slowly saunter away. You didn't need to be gay or a guy to see that Fang was stunningly beautiful. She knew it too by the swagger in her hips - Lightning would have found it arrogant if it wasn't honest. And she really did look good in that tux. Her eyes moved from Fang's hips, trailing up the brunette's athletic figure to find the woman glancing back at her over a shoulder.

A knowing smile crept onto the brunette's lips.

Lightning's eyes widened and she desperately tried to school her features into something a little less guilty. No, no, no, her mind screamed at Fang, you don't know! Don't look like you know cause you don't know. I wasn't ogling I was just appreciating. And just because a woman appreciates another woman's beauty doesn't make her gay it just makes her...very...respectful of their beauty. Yeah I'm respectful...and-and observant. I'm just very observant. Reassuring herself that she was in no way being a pervert she scowled at the beautiful woman and turned away from the knowing smile only to find an equally irritating one on her sister's lips.

"I don't know what you're grinning at I'm still mad at you."

"What! Why? I just got you a date with the sexiest multimillionairess in Pulse, you should be thanking me!" She had witnessed the two woman's flirtatious exchange (or rather Lightning's reaction to Fang's flirting) and as far as she could tell her sister should he thanking her on bended knee.

"I know about Beverley."

"Oh. Crap."

xxXOXxx

Serah's knees and back ached. She paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow and then leaned back over onto the floor. When Lightning had passed sentence on her little sister for her little deception, Serah had thought that she had got off pretty lightly. Ceaning all the floors in their already immaculate house would be quick and easy. At least she thought it would be until Lightning handed her a bucket and her own toothbrush.

She had been on her knees for hours.

"I still don't see the point of making me clean all the floors," Serah grumbled at her sister sitting at their kitchen Island, "they were already clean when I started."

Lightning folded down a corner of the magazine she was reading to look at her red faced, irritated sister. She couldn't understand why Serah was so surprised, it seemed a pretty appropriate punishment for a soldier to devise. "The futility of the task makes it feel more like a punishment. I don't want to give you a sense of achievement," Lightning explained, hiding her smile back behind the magazine. Serah swore under her breath before taking her anger out on the floor, furiously brushing at the pearly white tiles.

It had been almost a week since the ball and the sisters had been so busy at their respective jobs that this was the first morning they'd been able to spend together. Lightning had taken the opportunity to give Serah her punishment for deceiving her and Serah had given Lightning research, dumping a huge pile of magazines in front of the soldier.

Typically Lightning would have stubbornly refused to do her homework, especially as she had little to no interest in celebrities or the social élite. But these particular magazines held clues to the mysterious brunette bachelorette.

Spreading one of the many magazines Serah had bought her on the kitchen counter, Lightning took another sip of her coffee while she scanned the article entitled 'The entrepreneurs with their finger on the Pulse' (quite possibly the worst title she had read so far). According to the article Fang and Vanille had made their money by setting up a travel company that hosted holidays in Gran Pulse for its new inhabitants. Their enterprising idea didn't just corner the market, they created an entire new one. No one had even considered that the former Cocoonians would want to explore their new world but the demand for their holidays was so high that they made their first million in just over a year. Since their success many identical companies had popped up to try and get in on the new market but Dia Yun Wild Adventure holidays still promised the best and most exclusive holidays in Gran Pulse. And going by their excellent independent reviews it wasn't just bravado. Safaris, mountain climbing, white water rafting, if you wanted an adventure or just a relaxing escape they would provide it and in the most beautiful places on Pulse.

"Her sister and her have been in almost every magazine and on every 'who's who' list since they made their first million two years ago," Serah commented looking up from the floor. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of them."

"Well unlike you I don't pursue the magazines looking for my next victim...sorry," Lightning corrected with a small smile, "I meant charity benefactor," knowingly full well that the only reason Serah had any interest in the business pages was for her charity. It hadn't surprised Lightning in the slightest when Serah revealed that she had pretended not to know who Fang and Vanille were at the ball, her little sister knew everyone in Gran Pulse who was worth extorting money from.

Serah threw the dirty toothbrush at her smirking sister who dodged it effortlessly without even looking. She stood up with a grimace, rubbing her aching back as she leaned down on the kitchen Island to look at the largest photo of Fang and Vanille in the article Lightning was reading. In the image the two women were both dressed in smart suits standing in front of their business logo. Obviously the photographer was aiming for the atypical dynamic shot of the two young entrepreneurs, and they would have both looked very sophisticated too if Fang hadn't ignored their direction, captured Vanille in a headlock and appeared to be in the process of giving her little sister a noogie while laughing straight into the camera.

"So when is your date with the dashing bachelorette?"

"Ermmm date?"

Serah sighed. "Please tell me you've called her to arrange your date?"

"Ermmmm..."

"Lightning," Serah chastised, "its been a week!"

"I've been busy." Lightning said defensively. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was nervous about speaking to Fang again and luckily the opportunity to work a lot of overtime gave her the perfect excuse not to call her. Why she was avoiding the brunette Lightning wasn't really sure.

"Well you're not busy now," Serah pointed out picking up Lightning's phone from the counter. "Call her," Serah instructed holding it out to the soldier but instead Lightning folded her arms and looked away. "I swear to Etro Lightning," Serah growled. "you better not screw this up for me."

Lightning's eyes darted back to her sister. "For you!" She said in astonishment. "What the hell has it got to do with you?"

"Fang and Vanille are filthy rich," Serah reasoned, "if they made regular donations to our charity we could make a huge amount of money. Plus they are so hot right now that if they just agreed to become patrons of our charity it would bring in a huge influx of donations. Just think of all the money the charity could make," Serah said dreamily, her eyes already glazing over at the prospect of all the good she could do. "So yes, be on your best behaviour and play nice."

"Oh so no pressure or anything," Lightning muttered sarcastically while Serah played with her phone.

"Look," Serah said turning the lit up phone towards Lightning, "I've found her contact details in your phone and I've already pressed call."

"Serah!" Lightning gasped, snatching the phone from her and quickly putting it to her ear. It was ringing! "One of these days I am going to kill you," Lightning growled but Serah seemed unimpressed by her murderous expression and just smiled sweetly at her sister.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah, yeah," Lightning agreed, frantically ushering Serah out of the kitchen before Fang could answer the phone. If she was going to do this she was going to do it in private. Serah squealed happily, telling her sister she was off to see some friends and buy a new toothbrush just as she was pushed her out of the door.

Lightning paced the kitchen floor. The longer she waited for Fang to pick up her phone, the more anxious she was becoming. What if she doesn't answer? What if she does answer? What if she doesn't remember who I am? She probably gets asked for her number all the time. She cleared her throat. What should I say? Hey there...no. Hey, hey, hey...no. Hello this is Captain Lightning Farron...no. Moshi moshi Fang-san...nooooo! Lightning began nervously nibbling at a fingernail and wished she had rehearsed or something because she was not prepared for-

"WHAT?" A loud voice suddenly snapped at Lightning down the phone line causing her to jerk the phone away from her head to protect her hearing. She frowned at the phone slightly taken aback by the unexpected angry reception and put it back to her ear.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said hesitantly, "is this the correct number for Oerba yun Fang?"

"Lightning?" Realising it was the soldier the woman's tone changed from hostel to friendly and Lightning immediately recognised the brunette's voice."Lightning hi."

"Have I called at a bad time? Should I-"

"Nononono don't hang up." Fang said quickly before Lightning could finish. "I've been waiting for you to call me all week."

"Oh." Lightning simply said, unsure how she should respond to such information.

"I'm sorry for the...rude greeting. I thought you were someone else."

"Bad day?"

"The worst," Fang sighed clearly exasperated by who ever was bothering her. "But I think its just started getting better," she added in a low tone. Lightning could hear the smile on Fang's lips and wondered whether the brunette knew she could make her blush without even being in the same room.

"So...about our...date."

"Mate-date." Fang immediately corrected.

"Yes mate-date." Lightning rolled her eyes but couldn't stop herself from smiling at Fang's tease over the agreed conditions of their date. "I was wondering if there is anything in particular you would like to do."

"Well to be honest I have no idea what New Bodhum has to offer. My sister and I only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I haven't had a chance to explore our new city. "

"Would you like me to give you a tour? I can show you all the best spots only a local would know?"

"As long as its nothing fancy I would like that a lot."

Brunette Bachelorette: Chapter Two

Fang's tux is based on Angelina Jolie's at the Baftas. I'm not a fan but holy moley she looked beautiful, and I love a woman in a tuxedo.

Oh and no arguments about the auction price difference between Snow and Lightning. Its Lightning Farron people...LIGHTNING FARRON! Have you seen her? I mean Snow's okay if you're into that sort of thing but LIGHTNING!...FARRON!

Anyhoo hope you liked it. Comments and suggestions are appreciated. They feed my weak and failing self-esteem.

Loading...
Okay I'm going to do this but only because I was tagged by the lovely and very talented :iconstriped-stocking: . However, I'm going to break some of the rules and not tag anyone because I honestly don't know ten people on DA. So if you're reading this and wanna play then that'll be cool.

Man it feels just like being at school where I was perpetually 'IT' playing tag because I couldn't catch anyone.

Rules:
1) Don't think just share the love!!
2) Each person has to share 10 facts about themselves
3) Choose 10 people and put their icons in your journal. (Opps)
4) Go to their page and inform them that they have been tagged by you. (Whoops)
5) Not something like "You are tagged if you read that". (A-hem...whistles)
6) You have to legitimately tag 10 people.(so so sorry)
7) No tag-backs!!!!!
8)You can't say that you don't do tags. (I know I'm a terrible person!)
9)You MUST make a journal entry! No comments.

Okay lets do this. Get ready to find out how boring I truely am...

1. Zombie movies always give me nightmares.
2. I can't watch any films with Justin Timberlake as the star. I don't mind him as a person, its just that his acting makes me feel nauseated.
3. I have never played an online multiplayer game because I'm worried I'll get addicted.
4. When I was little I used to get mistaken for The Milky Bar kid....yes I am a woman. In fact even now I am regularly mistaken for a man...its the moustache that does iit ;)
5. I hate soup. The concept of drinking food is too much for my puny brain to comprehend.
6. I can't sit still and just watch TV. I have to do something else at the same time and it drives my GF crazy.
7. I'm very tolerant but I cannot abide disrespectful people
8. I didn't buy my first comic/ graphic novel until 4 years ago
9. I didn't have a games console until I was 21
10. Today I found out that if I was an 80s kids TV show I'd be She-Ra. It made me genuinely happy.

I'm so sorry for breaking the rules but surely sharing makes up for it? Doesn't it?......DOESN'TIT???

deviantID

wunderwolfer's Profile Picture
wunderwolfer
I dunno
United Kingdom

AdCast - Ads from the Community

×

Friends

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconflightfan:
FlightFan Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The taste of nostrils!!!! Now I know what you mean when I read your email! I laughed out loud and almost woke up the neighbours upstairs! xD You crack me up so much girl!
Reply
:iconwunderwolfer:
wunderwolfer Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014
Hehehe :P :P :P :P :P
Reply
:iconflightfan:
FlightFan Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The taste is soooooooo awesome! :P
Reply
:iconwunderwolfer:
wunderwolfer Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014
Ewwwwww :puke:
Reply
(1 Reply)
:iconflightfan:
FlightFan Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for favoring my new creation and hope to make you blush more in the future. ;)
Reply
:iconwunderwolfer:
wunderwolfer Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014
You're welcome and I'm sure you will :)
Reply
:iconolivegbg:
olivegbg Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Many thanks for adding my image to your favorites! Warm Hugs by Sapienskie
Reply
:iconwunderwolfer:
wunderwolfer Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014
You're welcome. You have a great style and I loved your gallery :hug:
Reply
:iconolivegbg:
olivegbg Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Aw thanks again! :D
Reply
:iconflightfan:
FlightFan Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
And thanks for the watch as well. :D
Reply
Add a Comment: