Adult-FanFiction.org : Final Fantasy

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.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the FF13 trilogy -or- its characters. I do not make any sort of money on this story.

He stood before her, his words lost as he slowly and carefully closed the gap between them.

“L-Light?” He asked as he reached out to touch her almost glowing face. “Is it really you?” His voice softened as he came into contact with her. Her skin was soft. Softer than anything he had ever known. Heat radiated from her as it transferred to his large and calloused hand.

“It’s me, Snow.” She replied as she closed her eyes. His touch was cold but it calmed her. Their eyes met and he took her into an embrace that she wasn’t expecting. A gasp escaped her and, once she realized what was happening, she pulled away. The atmosphere had shifted ever so slightly but just enough for Snow to release her from his arms and step away. Running his nervous hand through his hair as he smiled. His eyes never left her. They stood in silence for what felt like hours. Like neither of them knew where to start.

Snow knew how Lightning was and didn’t want to drown her in his questions. He didn’t want to scare her away. He didn’t want her to leave.

“Snow,” She finally broke the silence and turned to him. Her arms crossed, her weight shifted to one hip. Standing before him in beautiful armor he had never seen before. His locked eyes with her, happiness filled his heart when she said his name.

“I need your help. There’s a man…”, she sighed heavily as she approached him again. “His name is Caius.”

Snow was confused. Not at the request but, instead, the feeling of jealousy as she mentioned another man. “You’ve been gone for two years and you’re asking me to be your wingman?” He scoffed, biting the inside of his cheek out of aggravation.

“Shut up, Snow. I’d never ask you to be my wingman and,” She punched him in the arm. “Just shut up and listen, you fool.”

He rubbed his arm and smiled. It was definitely Lightning that stood before him. He could never forget her punches. He put his hands in the air as a sign of defeat, “Okay, okay. Sorry. Continue…”. Now standing beside her, staring at the pillar before them.

“Caius is trying to alter the past and the future. I don’t know why but they,” She pointed at what was left of their Pulsian friends, “They are in trouble. I need you…”

“You need me. Aw, Light. That’s so sweet.” He joked as his eyes met hers. He could sense that wasn’t the moment for jokes. She was genuinely concerned. Maybe even…scared.

“Shut. Up.” She said as a final warning. Her hands forming a tight fist. “I didn’t want to come to you. I shouldn’t have…”. Her voice was cold. She started to walk away when, for some reason, he felt he had to stop her.

“Wait, Light. Okay, I’m sorry. I’m glad you came to me. What do you need me to do?” He asked as he hugged her. He could feel her body relax in his embrace. Like, for a moment, he was helping her carry the weight of the world. Giving her a chance to breathe. She could feel his heart racing against the side of her face. What was this feeling that was filling her? Why couldn’t she pull herself together. It’s just Snow.

It may have been two years for him but, for her, it was like she had never left. She watched her friends every day from her throne in Valhalla. Their happiness was what kept her alive in the lonely world she was thrown into. Serah was safe. Snow was safe. Sazh and Dajh were happy. Hope was growing into an amazing young man. Fang and Vanille were…still standing.

She gently pulled away from Snow, turning her face as to not show the tears forming in her eyes. She wished for nothing more than to be apart of their growing lives. She missed them. All of them. She sighed and reached for an amulet she had hidden in the feathery pouch resting on her hips.

“Take this. This will show you where to go. When to go, I should say. Don’t lose it. If you do…” Snow snatched it from her hand and smiled.

“If I do, you’ll kill me. Got it.” He placed the heavy object into his pocket and his tone shifted from his normal, silly demeanor to something more serious. “Are you…”, he turned to her and studied every visible inch of her, etching her current appearance into his brain. “…Dead?” The question left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated even thinking it but saying the words out loud physically pained him. He fought back the emotions filling inside him.

She chuckled, a slight smile formed on her face. He was confused but seeing such a rare expression from his friend lifted his heavy heart.

“I’m not dead.” She said as she reached out and lightly touched the exposed skin on his arm. “At least, I don’t think I am. Hell,” her hand left his arm and returned to her side. “I don’t know what I am. Just know that I’m okay but,” she turned to him, placing her hands on either side of his face.

The electricity was back. Coursing through his body. He closed his eyes as he knew what was coming next. He didn’t want to leave her. He placed a hand on hers as he stored away this feeling deep inside of his memory.

“I have to go now. So do you. Heroes never rest. Not really.” The coldness from his touch made it
difficult for her to send him home.

“Light…don’t go. Don’t leave me…again.” The words barely made it out before he was greeted by a deep voice yelling his name.

He opened his eyes slowly, hoping he would see the familiar pink haired friend he was just speaking to.

Nope. Gadot. Snow grunted as he sat up, rubbing his head.

“You took a pretty nasty whack to the head, man. Take it easy. I called for a medic. He’s on his way.” Gadot told him as he helped him sit up.

“A nasty whack to the head? By what?” He asked, confused.

“Hell if I know. I got knocked out, too. I guess this is what we get for going off without a team.” He
laughed as wiped slightly dried blood from his forehead. “Whatever it was, it was strong.”

Light. He laughed to himself and rubbed the knot that formed on the back of his head. He knew he had seen her but not all of his memories had returned just yet. He sat there while Gadot filled the silence with noise from his communication device.

“I think we should get out of here, dude. We can meet the medic at the beach. I don’t want to be here if that thing returns. Do you?” Gadot asked as he slowly came to his feet, extending his hand to Snow.

“Uh, no. Probably not.” He hesitated. Of course he wanted to be there if that thing appeared again but he couldn’t tell anyone what he thought it was. Who it was.

They headed toward the beach. Snow looked behind him, hoping he’d see Lightning standing there with that barely there grin he saw only moments before. A grin he already missed.

Warmth once again flooded his body and it was at that moment that he knew she was there. With him. If only for a brief moment, he could still feel her.

‘Light…I won’t fail you. Ever.’ He said to himself. He ran his blood covered hand over his cheek
and turned from the dark wooded area.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance