Entry 12. Bad Day

    Fang

Fang was running, limping, wearing no sari and missing a boot, while the rain was pouring down. Now you might wonder, why this strong warrior is missing a boot, and her Sari. Well the truth is, it was a long story. Fang was yelling out curse words, still running, not even noticing the burning sensation in her legs.

   Not that she was angry...but the woman was having a fairly bad day, all day. Nothing was going her way, not even Vanille. It all started early in the morning, around 3 am:

    Fang was sleeping peacefully and she felt this tingle of warmth and comfort. Like no other sleep she had before. She never wanted to get up. Though, for some strange reason, she felt as though her body was being shaken, and her name was faintly spoken. She thought it was nothing, probably just a dream, so she shrugged it off, continuing her sleep. She felt an odd movement between her legs, which felt warm but exciting at the same time. She had to have been dreaming. Her body shook again, only a little more violently this time, her name spoken louder, and continued to grow with volume each time,

    "Fang...Fang! FANG!" The voice spoke, and with that Fang jolted open her eyes, to see the wonderful...beautiful...hot, sexy-

    "Light?" She looked up at the soldier looking down at her. 

    "What! Are. You. Doing?" Her expression was kind of, surprised.

    "Uuhh." It took a few seconds to register but she realized where her hand was, and what the sensation was that she was feeling. When she looked down, she quickly removed her hand and shot her eyes back at Lightning. "Nothing! Nothing I- heh, I wasn't..." Fang soon stopped talking, knowing not a word that left her mouth, was going to rescue her from this awkward situation. 

    "I...Didn't see anything." Lightning replied, turning back around to curl herself up, facing the side of the bed not moving. Fang did the same, turning in the opposite direction. It was going to be a while before things became less awkward between the two warrior women. But of course it had to happen to Fang, of all people, and while Lightning was there. Great, just what she needed now. 

   The next morning, Fang woke up, with no surprise to see Lightning not next to her. She relaxed a bit, admiring the alone time she had. Maybe Claire had simply forgotten about what happened last night, and the day could go by normally. As she sat up she reached around for her boots in the tent finding her left boot. She slid it on buckling it up. Reaching around for the second one, with no luck.

    "Bloody...blasted, son of a-" Fang cussing, looking all around to find her boot, with no luck at all. It was like the boot had grew legs over night, and ran away, knowing the poor woman was already having a bad day to begin with. She stood up, having to bend over in the small lean-to, to see with a better view. "Where the fuck!" Her voice now becoming enraged at the magical disappearing boot. With not enough time to go having a search party for the rotten thing, Vanille had called out her name,

     "Fang!" 

     With that, Fang let out a scoff and low growl, kicking the blankets, and leaving with a missing boot. She walked out on the sharp rocky ground, heading over to the cherry haired girl. 

     "What is it Vanille?" Her voice a little aggravated, clearly easy to pick out.

     "We need you and Lightning to head out and scout the area before we follow behind...and what happened to your boot?" Vanille then turned her attention to Fang's visible bare foot. 

     "Uuh, cheh, long story. So me and Light scout ahead?" The Pulsian beauty trying to avoid the topic of loosing her boot, which brought back the event of last night. 

      "Uuh Kay, yeah. You and Light. The rest will clean up and get ready to follow behind on your queue." Vanille smiled all cheery, as her usual self.

     "Wait-why me and Light? Why not Snow and Light, or Snow and Sazh or..."
Fang quickly lost her train of thought at the site of her boot sitting at the edge of the river. "Wait hold that thought." The older Oerban had put a finger to Vanille's mouth before rushing off to catch the boot. As she stopped at the edge of the river, she slid and halted noticing the boot was too far to reach with arms length.

     "Fang! What're you doing?!" The little Ginger quickly chased after Fang with concern an curiosity all within her tone and expression.

     With each pointless attempt to reach her boot, it was no use, her arms simply were not long enough. She stood up looking around for something to reach with. "Damn you!" Mumbling and cussing to herself. She felt for her lance, which wasn't there. Must've left it back at the camp. She searched for a stick strong enough to hold the weight of her boot and brushed off the dirt and bugs. "Here we are..."

     "Fang! It's too far to reach! Come back!" Vanille was calling out to Fang, pleading her to get away from the river. Besides the fact the dragoon was mumbling and cussing and talking to herself like a madman, Vanille was solely concerned of her safety. 

     As she reached out with the stick, being careful not to knock the boot into the raging current of hungry unforgiving water, she inserted the edge of the stick into the strap of the pesky boot. "Alright, c'mon baby, c'mon..." The huntress gritting her teeth, slowly dragging the boot in, "Almost there...almost...there..." Just before the boot made it, a big wave knocked it off the stick, and it was swallowed whole by the monstrous river. Now with full rage Fang threw the stick and stood up, "NO!" She kicked a rock with her right foot, with all her force yelling and swearing like no one was around, "God damn, sonofabitchmotherfuckingpieceofshit....Mercy spare me!" After kicking the rock, she then realized her right foot, was the one missing the boot. Quickly She felt the sharp desensitizing pain devour her foot, and ankle. "OW!" Fang then began hopping on her left foot, holding her right, cussing again and speaking no sense. 

     Vanille could only laugh and feel sorry for the poor woman, the amusing act of her hopping and jumping, while mumbling to herself was entertaining none the less. "Fang, you need help?" Trying to stifle the laughter with her hand covering her smile, she walked over to try and help the poor dragoon. 

     "No...I'm fine." Her face was blood red, maybe from embarrassment, or from being heated up with anger. She limped up and away from the river, walking towards the camp. "So...I'll be leaving-to scout a-ahead now..." Without even so much as a glance to her younger partner, Fang grabbed her lance and limped on, still missing a boot. 

     For many reasons unknown, Fang was controlling her anger well between cursing to herself, and biting her cheek, though it was clear from her face, that she was fuming with rage. She limped over to Lightning, who was sitting down wiping her blade off of dirt and blood. One look at the dragoon and Lightning was covering her mouth hiding an unavoidable smirk. Fang knew well what her question was going to be,

     "What happened to you?" Her attention was immediately caught to her foot, missing the boot, and the dark black bruise on her foot and ankle. 

     "Don't ask...Light, do you happen to know how my boot ended up out in the river?" Fang searched Light's face for some sign,

     "No, it's your boot, not mine. Look, are we gonna sit here all day and complain? Or are we gonna scout ahead?" With that the pinkette stood up, and started to walk forward. That only made Fang even more angry, today was really not going her way. By far not. She limped following Lightning off into the area. 


    It was a quiet walk, and they didn't speak to each other, nor looked at each other. Fang tried desperately to find something to talk about,

    "Hey Light...you uuh-" But before the dragoon could finish her sentence, Lightning was already finishing it for her,

    "No." Was all she said. It was quick and to the point.

    "You don't even know what I was going to ask..."

    "Yes I do. You were going to ask if you said anything last night." The soldier's gaze remained fixated on the horizon in front of her. Her expression was apathetic, clearly trying to hide it. 

    "Oh...heh. Was it that obvious?" Fang tried everything to get the ivory woman to look at her, though nothing would work. 

    "Kinda. Look if you must know, I didn't hear anything. Nor did I see anything...get it?" Finally, at that moment, did she turn her head to glance at Fang. But, she didn't look uncomfortable or upset, or mad, no. She gave Fang a small smile, though it didn't look much of a smile, more like a smirk, but it was good enough for the raven-haired huntress. She couldn't help but smile back. She didn't know, what that had meant, but all she knew was...Claire had smiled at her. 

    The walk took a while, but neither of the two women minded. Fang continued to limp, and occasionally Light would offer her help over roots or rocks, or little bumps. Yun enjoyed the gentle touch from the strong soldier, though her hands weren't the softest, it was still nice. After the scout about was finished, Lightning was about to head back while Fang had said she'd wait here for the rest to come back. 

    "Are you sure? I mean, it might be a while." Lightning assured Fang. The Oerban didn't care, her ankle was throbbing and she could use the rest. 

    "Yes, I'm sure, just don't take too long yeh?" Fang smiled in reassurance. So far, her day wasn't going the best, and even she had to admit, it was kind of funny. But not even rain could ruin how Light's smile affected her. Just as Fang thought it, the clouds started to roll in, thunder roared in the distance, growling low with rage it would soon let out, if she didn't find shelter.

    "Damn it, but of course!" She sighed and mumbled to herself, standing up to find a place to hide. First it started to mist, she had hoped Lightning was going to make it before it poured. Now it was going to take even longer, the others would have to hold up shelter and wait for the rain to stop. As it continued to mist, the dragoon had found a small cave where she could stand under to get away from the rain. 

    "Great, I just had to think about it didn't I? Why me?" Not too far away in the distance, there was a lupin, chewing on what looked like, "My boot!" The boot must have ended up stream and some lucky lupin must have found it interesting, carrying it all the way here.  Fang was about to run when something was pulling on her sari. Tugging her away from running. She peered behind her, and to find her sari caught in between some rocks. Not only was it strange, but with really bad timing. "Oh come on!" She yelled out. She wouldn't have time to pull the sari out, so there was only one thing she could do...

    And here she was, running and limping in the rain, chasing after the gorgonopsid having her boot for lunch. But of course all of this was surely the worst thing that could happen, surely it couldn't get any worse. Until, she brought up solid to something hard. Her head started to pound like a drum beat, and her vision was blurred. She lifted herself with her arms, moaning in pain as she looked down. To her dismay, lying there was Lightning. Did she not make it back to the others? Light groaned under Fang, shifting slightly at the weight on top of her. As Fang looked down at that soft skin, and those red lips, she felt a shiver grow across her body. Once those aqua eyes opened Fang felt herself blush. 

    "Fang? W-what the hell just happened?" She slowly began to sit up, forcing Fang to do the same. Water drops of rain trickled down her cheek and dripped off her chin. Quickly realizing she was still on top of the soldier, Yun got off helping Claire up. 

    "I guess we ran into each other..." Fang couldn't help but laugh at how funny that sounded, but stealthily stifled the laugh by clearing her throat. "You didn't make it back to the others?"

    "No, it started raining, I wanted to check and see if you were alright." Lightning rubbed her forehead, which was still throbbing from the impact. As she got her full vision back, in front of her, was a half naked Fang. A smile grew unintentionally across her cheek. "What happened to you?" 

    When Fang realized this, her cheeks turned dark red, rubbing the back if her neck, chuckling an embarrassed chuckle. "Uuhh...heheh, long story." 

    The rain started to pick up, hailing down heavier, Light and Fang ran towards the cave that Fang was sheltered under earlier. Under the the large jutting rock, the rain pelted lick stones, hitting the ground and the rock above with force. Lightning looked up at the rain, and even with such elegant movement, a small little drop of water began to trickle down her neck. Fang couldn't help but look, slowly, the drop making it's way to her chest, if it could speak, it would be taunting Fang. 

    "Only on Pulse right?" Light laughed to herself at the rage of this storm. The thunder was no longer a distant growl, but now a close loud roar. Fang wanted to correct her, adding the Gran in, but she didn't. The admiration of Lightning's smooth slender neck was taking up most of the warrior's concentration. 

    "Tch- yeh." Was the only reply Fang gave in return. Bright blue flashes of light would show more detail to Light's neck, Fang licked her lips, wanting to delve in, and taste the soldier. To lay her right then and there, up against the rock. Light looked down from the rain filled angry sky to look over at Fang. The huntress quickly averted her eyes from the ivory neck, to sparkling aqua eyes. They were such a warm colour at the moment, welcoming, hypnotic. 

    "Y'know, for what it's worth, I'm glad I got stuck in the rain out here with you. If it'd been anybody else, heh. Well let's leave it at that." Light turn to look behind her and saw Fang's sari, nipped between the rocks. She chuckled, and then laughed a little. 

    "Hey, Light...I'm sorry about last night I didn't-" Quickly cut off again by the soldier,

    "I didn't see anything, remember. Don't worry about it. So I guess this is what caused your wardrobe malfunction?" Her eyes looked back towards Fang's, so tantalizing. Her smile was so sweet, not the usual Lightning facade she'd normally have. 

    "Uuh, yeah. Heh, guess it's really not my day huh." Rubbing the back of her neck, looking down at her feet, one boot, one missing. Farron began to tug on the piece of silk material to set it free, but it was really nipped in there tight. 

    "Would you mind giving me a hand?" Lightning asked, still tugging harshly at the material. Yun didn't know what made her do this, but she clapped her hands smiling devilishly at Lightning who was still trying in a mad effort to free the sari. "Very funny shmitty, now get over here, before I cut it out instead." Claire retaliated, her face was a little flushed with the effort. Quickly Fang wrapped her arms around the shorter woman's waist. The proximity of their bodies excited the Oerban. Their bodies hugging close to each other, both trying to pull the sari free of it's bounding grip against the rocks. As both gave one last effort, the sari was jolted out of the rock, causing both women to fall backwards at the sudden release of the material. 

    Lighting, now laying on top of Fang, she turn around to look down at her. The rain pelting on them. The release of the sari had knocked them back out in the rain. 

    "Are, you okay?" The pinkette asked in concern. Fang was perfectly okay. The warmth of Lightning's body gave her goosebumps, her hand placed against her chest. It took several breaths before Fang found the energy to answer,

    "Y-yeah, yes, I'm okay." Such beauty on top of her, took her breath away...or maybe it was when the heavy soldier landed on her, but either way. She had wanted to kiss her then, those soft cherry lips; moist, and warm. Light only smiled, and out of no where, leaned in and kissed Fang, ever so gently, softly, on the lips. The taste was enough to drive Fang over the edge, but it was short-lived as Claire quickly pulled away lifting Fang up as well. 

    "Okay-heh. Uhhm, we sh-should Uuh. Should head back to the others..." Picking up the bronzed woman's sari and handing it to her, trying to find any means necessary to hide her blush. 

   "Y-yeah. They're probably worried about us." Fang took the sari, and putting it on, not even making the slightest effort to hide her smile. 

    With all that could've happened, and all that did...maybe it all happened for a reason, but in any event, Fang couldn't care more. Bad day or not, it sure as hell got interesting. Maybe more so. This was the start, but it was a start yeah? Sooner or later, things could work...maybe, perhaps. Things do turn around, and even for the best.