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Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance	By : JesABee Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII-2 Views: 1884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: It's a work in progress focusing around FINAL FANTASY 13-2 AND 13-3 and I don't own FF or the characters. I do not make money off these stories.

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Hi. So, I’ve never written anything like this before. °_° This *may* be a little different than the actual game. My imagination does weird things and I decided to bring them to life, a little bit.

This will primarily focus on (my version) of our beloved character’s lives -after- FFXIII-1.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the FF13 trilogy -or- its characters. I do not make any sort of money on this story.

I'm still in the process of editing and correcting errors. Please leave feedback. I appreciate all of the help. I've never posted on a site like this so I'm learning as I go.

Snow Villiers was a simple man. He found joy in smaller moments in life. Especially after he almost lost everything. His home. His friends. His fiancé. His life.

After ‘The Fall’, he and Serah chose to continue their lives as they had lived before that dark and heartbreaking day. They moved to New Bodhum with their old friends and chose to begin building their future as they saw fit. No more fal’Cie. No more ‘Gods’. Just them.

It had been two years since the day their newly found friends had given their freedom, maybe even their lives, to save Cocoon. Turning themselves in to a strong and beautiful pillar made of crystal that, no doubt, symbolized their own beauty and strength. Snow found himself staring silently out into the distance often having secret conversations with Fang and Vanille. Seeking their guidance and asking for only some of the strength they had shown him they pocessed. He never talked about this with anyone. The battle may had been over for quite some time but he felt like he was still fighting a war…within himself.

Today was no different. Serah was at school teaching her young students which usually kept her out late. When she finally returned home, she was usually lost in her work. Grading papers, laughing at notes or stories she found mixed into the stack of ungraded projects and tests or preparing her next lesson…Snow didn’t mind. At all, actually. It was nice to see her busy. To see her alive.

He took on the exhausting, yet satisfying, job of protecting New Bodhum and being muscle for those who needed help upgrading their homes or tiny shops along the shoreline. During the early hours of any given day, he was being asked for help in such tasks. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed being needed.

Once the sun set and the temperature began to drop, though, that’s when the darkness would begin to set inside his heart and his mind. If he wasn’t busy doing things, he felt this level of sorrow he couldn’t describe to anyone. That’s why his silent, one sided conversations began with Fang and Vanille.

His day had only just begun. He knew he was going to have a busy one. Gadot, one of his oldest and closest friends, had told him the night before of monsters appearing along the town tree lines and trying to attack locals. He couldn’t ignore them but he also knew he couldn’t go out at night and deal with them alone. Well, he probably could but he didn’t want to upset Serah. She lost more than she should have at her age. Her parents. Her home. Her sister.

The thought of Lightning always sent shivers down his spine. Where did she go? Was she with Fang and Vanille? Was she alone somewhere? Was she…dead?

“Snow!” A booming and friendly voice called out as heavy feet headed toward him. Snapping him back to reality.

“Good morning, Gadot. You ready?” He asked as he quickly put his form fitting, white tank top over his head, turning around to hide the sadness that had filled his eyes. A few moments passed as he finished getting dressed and headed toward his equally tattoo covered. Greeting him with a big, goofy smile and a punch to the shoulder. “Let’s go kick some monster ass. This is our home.”

Gadot smiled and threw his fist in the air in celebration. “Yeah! Let's show them who's boss!”

They ran across the beach of their new home, quickly approaching the rumored location of where the beasts had been spotted the day before. There were no signs of any current life stirring so they decided to wander deeper into the woods.

Branches snapped beneath their heavy boots and wind blew through the trees making the darkness around them all the more ominous.

They didn’t dare speak. They could feel something surrounding them. Their previous NORA training had them ready for anything. Or…so they thought.

Snow crouched down beside a fallen log while motioning to Gadot to do the same. They both looked around for any sign of where their foe was lurking when they were soon met by a blinding light. It burned Snow’s eyes, causing him to let out a scream that came from the deepest part of his body. He didn’t hear Gadot. He didn’t hear anything. Or see anything. All he could do was feel the pain in his eyes. It was beginning to fade but it was still very much there.

“Gadot!” Snow called. Slight panic in his voice as he carefully rubbed his eyes trying to allow his vision to return. “Gadot!” He called again. Nothing. That was the moment where he stopped moving. He had nothing else to do but rely on his other senses.

He carefully reached around him, holding onto any sturdy fixture nearby guiding him toward the last known location of his now silent friend.

He felt leaves flow between his fingers and branches snap beneath his combat boots. Keeping his focus on the task at hand, he finally reached the spot he last recalled seeing Gadot.

‘He should be here.’ He said to himself. He carefully felt around before him, feeling nothing but a moss covered and damp fallen log. ‘What the fuck…He should be here.’

“Hello, Hero.” Hearing that greeting made his heart stop. He swore he could feel it fall to his feet. He squinted, trying harder than ever to get his eyes to focus on the person that stood before him. He could only make out a shape, no defined characteristics. He then realized the feeling flooding his body was no longer that of panic or regret. In fact, it was a feeling he had long forgotten. The feeling of contentment. Of hope.

“W-Who are you?” He asked as he slowly stood up. Feeling as though his large body would some how scare off the potentially dangerous visitor. “What’s going on?” His voice getting louder as frustration began to bubble to the surface.

“I need your help,” the voice said calmly. Footsteps grew nearer. Making his body become hard and defensive as if preparing for a literal blind battle. As the being before he came to a stop, so many thoughts flooded his mind. Was this it? Am I going to die? Are my friends in danger? Is Serah okay?

A cold hand gently touched his temple. It was that moment where all that fear was gone. Electricity entered his body. It didn’t hurt. It actually calmed him. He was feeling something. Something strangely familiar but he couldn’t place it.

As his vision had slowly returned, he looked around to discover who or what was with him. Only to discover he was no longer in New Bodhum. He was standing in the field he had left behind so long ago. The field that changed him into the man he was today. The empty man he was today. Being there caused his stomach to tie itself in knots. He spun around, still looking answers. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” He held his head up to the sky and screamed.

“You.” The voice returned, startling him. Bringing him back to his senses, he turned around to discover an old friend. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Lightning.
I think I corrected any errors I may have missed prior to posting. If I didn't, please let me know.

I'm also not the best at changing up my descriptive words so, again, suggestions are welcomed! <3 Thanks again!
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