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chaos_anomaly) wrote2010-11-01 12:57 am
chaos_anomaly) wrote2010-11-01 12:57 am
FICTION | Untitled; DFF/FFXIII; Gen; PG-13
Title: Untitled (For now)
Author/Artist: Cyr Anomaly,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaos_anomaly
Fandom: Dissidia: Final Fantasy, Final Fantasy XIII
Characters: Squall Leonhart, Lightning Farron; possible 13x8x13
Rating: PG-13, I guess. I never know how to rate these
Warnings: Injured man with a somewhat sadistic nurse
Word count: 1415
Summary: AU idea of what could happen in the new Dissidia game. Squall's being a stubborn idiot while he's almost bleeding out. Lightning's just there trying to help. The two banter. >_>
Notes: Unbeta'd. I'm not quite completely happy with this. Also I might just rewrite in the future. Also, I've been shipping these two long before Lightning was announced for Dissidia Duodecim :|b ...Possible OoCness on Lightning's part and first time writing a fic with alternating perspectives without line breakers. orz
“Stop whining and let me finish.”
Squall lifted an eyebrow before turning his head to the side. He bit back a scoff (barely), not in the mood to retort fully at his ‘nurse’. Whining? Him? Where in Hyne’s graces did she get that idea? He never whined. Not even if by all rights, he was entitled to it. Whiner? Not him. That was more of Bartz and Zidane’s thing than it was his. The only thing he didn’t like was that she was forcing herself into his business. He didn’t need her help. He had everything covered. Just when he thought that she was different—Lightning just had to prove him wrong.
“You’re doing it again.” Squall didn’t bother to look at her this time. He already knew that she was scowling.
The SeeD jerked. Pain flared from his shoulder (his wounded shoulder) abruptly, suddenly. Without warning. Squall turned his head and glared at the older female with narrowed eyes. “Don’t you know how to treat wounds properly?” There was a slight smugness on her face and Squall felt a vein in his neck twitch in response.
Lightning removed her hand from his shoulder quietly (her fingers wet with blood as she extracted them from his wound) with a cocked eyebrow and a twitching set of lips. In her lap laid a bundle of gauzes and tap. Potions littered the ground around them, most empty with others near or half full. Crumpled balls of bloody gauze were tossed haphazardly in every direction. “Stop acting all high and mighty and I just might show you how much I don’t know about treating injuries.”
She scoffed, shaking her head before picking up one of the Potion bottles. “You should have told us about this earlier, idiot.”
“I had it handled.”
“Right,” Lightning rolled her eyes, grabbing a new piece of gauze to dab the blood away from the wound. The blood still flowed and she wondered idly if Squall’s plan was to just let himself bleed out. The cure spells she used didn’t do anything to ebb the flow. Even the potions weren’t helping at all. Her brows furrowed. Whatever injured the other gunblade wielder, it was something powerful.
Judging by the neutral expression on Squall’s face, Lightning wasn’t adverse to thinking he’d suffer something like this before.
“Even if you did,” she muttered, her hands deftly moving over the wound, trying to clean it up as much as she could (fruitlessly trying to get the blood to stop), “This implies otherwise.”
Squall didn’t bother to hold back his grunt. With his left arm, he grabbed her fingers and pulled them away from his injury. “You’re wasting supplies by trying something I know won’t work.”
“Then what will work?” Lightning didn’t bother to soften her tone as she outright glared at him, pulling her fingers away from his grip.
“Fire.”
“Fire?”
“Fire.” Squall nodded, sitting up straighter. “Cauterization. Only thing that would work.” In this world, anyway. If he was in his home world, Kadowaki might be able to do more. Much more with the supplies and resources Garden had to give. In this world, there were only potion bottles, elixirs and few healing spells he could utilize. It was strange, being restricted to just only a few spells when before he could cast a variety of one hundred or more.
Lightning scowled deeper, shaking her head. Her fingers curled into a fist. “You were planning on finding one of those things. Weren’t you?”
The brunet nodded. “Until you stopped me. That was the plan.”
“Idiot.” Shaking her head, Lightning stood up, glaring down at him. “You still could have asked someone instead of picking a fight with one of those things.” Those mindless puppets that reminded her too much of humans trapped as Cieth. Unlike the Cieth back in her world, they were more human in appearance and the one that looked almost exactly like her—Lightning scowled further. Now wasn’t the time to think about that.
“I could but I didn’t.” Squall tilted his head back until he could stare at her for a moment before pushing himself off the ground. “It’s my problem. I never needed your help.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Lightning growled slightly. Anger built up inside her. Just when she thought this guy was different from the others—Squall had to prove her wrong. It’s almost exactly like arguing with Snow, only this guy wasn’t bothering to try and sweet talk his argument. “Particularly, when you’re bleeding out, right in front of me.”
Squall scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I won’t.” All he had to do was find one of Strife’s doppelgangers and he should be fine. If not that then maybe Firion’s. It would have been easier if he could use fire spells himself but all he had were Ice and Thunder, nothing capable of cauterizing a wound well enough. “This won’t kill me that easily.”
He wouldn’t put it pass the witch to ensure that the wound she dealt him would never kill him outright. It was just like her—make him suffer as much as possible before delivering her final blow. Hyne, Squall knew damn well that she had intended for one of her arrows to strike him in the same place another Sorceress struck and impaled him through before. It was more than just a coincidence that Ultimecia would hit him in the very same spot.
Gritting his teeth, Squall took a step forward and another. Intent on walking off, he didn’t see Lightning’s arm move until she pushed him roughly back against the wall. Biting back a gasp, he glared at the woman but the words died on his tongue as the smell of burning flesh filled his nose.
Squall glanced to his right, toward his shoulder. He blinked, bewildered, as the former Sergeant deliberately, carefully cast the fire spell into his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Lightning scoffed, “Doing exactly what you wanted.”
“I told you—“
“Too bad,” she cut him off, eyes narrowed, not bothering to look him in the eye. “We’re fighting this Conflict together. I might not like being a Warrior of Cosmos but…”
“But what?”
“You pull your own weight and if winning this Conflict together means teamwork.” The fire dissipated as she took a step back, letting go of the SeeD. “Get used to it. We’re a team, despite what you and I both feel about it.”
“Tch. Is that so?” Squall lifted an eyebrow at her before placing a hand over his newly cauterized shoulder. It looked like she did a good job. The pain was still raw, still agonizing but with the knowledge he wasn’t going to just die from blood loss just yet; it was bearable. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Lightning scowled before turning around, ready to walk off. “Is that what you think? You’re more of an idiot than I thought.” She shook her head and strode off, leaving the SeeD all by himself. If he wasn’t so self-centered, he probably would have realized there was another reason why she wanted to help him. But if he didn’t see it, didn’t even acknowledge, she wasn’t going to tell him anything.
She wasn’t lying that he was strong and an ally she wouldn’t mind fighting with. It was a pity that she had to meet him under these circumstances. He might have been an interesting ally back in her world, even as a subordinate or a fellow soldier before she defected.
Watching Lightning walk off, Squall sighed heavily as his body slumped against the rock. Hyne damn it, he owed her. He was in her debt but there were worse predicaments than being in someone’s debt. He could be dead, a possibility that might happen if he went out and found a manikin to fight. Their enemies were still around, still at full strength. Having one of them not nearly rested or healed enough for battle, it was a disadvantage they couldn’t afford.
Not if they wanted to win and return to their own worlds. Scowling, Squall raked his hand through his hair. And here he thought that no one actually cared about him, thought about him but somehow, that notion was repeatedly proven wrong—either by her or someone else in their group. “A team, huh?”
The older woman was right, they were a team and maybe it was about time he started acting like member of their mismatched band of warriors.
Author/Artist: Cyr Anomaly,
chaos_anomalyFandom: Dissidia: Final Fantasy, Final Fantasy XIII
Characters: Squall Leonhart, Lightning Farron; possible 13x8x13
Rating: PG-13, I guess. I never know how to rate these
Warnings: Injured man with a somewhat sadistic nurse
Word count: 1415
Summary: AU idea of what could happen in the new Dissidia game. Squall's being a stubborn idiot while he's almost bleeding out. Lightning's just there trying to help. The two banter. >_>
Notes: Unbeta'd. I'm not quite completely happy with this. Also I might just rewrite in the future. Also, I've been shipping these two long before Lightning was announced for Dissidia Duodecim :|b ...Possible OoCness on Lightning's part and first time writing a fic with alternating perspectives without line breakers. orz
“Stop whining and let me finish.”
Squall lifted an eyebrow before turning his head to the side. He bit back a scoff (barely), not in the mood to retort fully at his ‘nurse’. Whining? Him? Where in Hyne’s graces did she get that idea? He never whined. Not even if by all rights, he was entitled to it. Whiner? Not him. That was more of Bartz and Zidane’s thing than it was his. The only thing he didn’t like was that she was forcing herself into his business. He didn’t need her help. He had everything covered. Just when he thought that she was different—Lightning just had to prove him wrong.
“You’re doing it again.” Squall didn’t bother to look at her this time. He already knew that she was scowling.
The SeeD jerked. Pain flared from his shoulder (his wounded shoulder) abruptly, suddenly. Without warning. Squall turned his head and glared at the older female with narrowed eyes. “Don’t you know how to treat wounds properly?” There was a slight smugness on her face and Squall felt a vein in his neck twitch in response.
Lightning removed her hand from his shoulder quietly (her fingers wet with blood as she extracted them from his wound) with a cocked eyebrow and a twitching set of lips. In her lap laid a bundle of gauzes and tap. Potions littered the ground around them, most empty with others near or half full. Crumpled balls of bloody gauze were tossed haphazardly in every direction. “Stop acting all high and mighty and I just might show you how much I don’t know about treating injuries.”
She scoffed, shaking her head before picking up one of the Potion bottles. “You should have told us about this earlier, idiot.”
“I had it handled.”
“Right,” Lightning rolled her eyes, grabbing a new piece of gauze to dab the blood away from the wound. The blood still flowed and she wondered idly if Squall’s plan was to just let himself bleed out. The cure spells she used didn’t do anything to ebb the flow. Even the potions weren’t helping at all. Her brows furrowed. Whatever injured the other gunblade wielder, it was something powerful.
Judging by the neutral expression on Squall’s face, Lightning wasn’t adverse to thinking he’d suffer something like this before.
“Even if you did,” she muttered, her hands deftly moving over the wound, trying to clean it up as much as she could (fruitlessly trying to get the blood to stop), “This implies otherwise.”
Squall didn’t bother to hold back his grunt. With his left arm, he grabbed her fingers and pulled them away from his injury. “You’re wasting supplies by trying something I know won’t work.”
“Then what will work?” Lightning didn’t bother to soften her tone as she outright glared at him, pulling her fingers away from his grip.
“Fire.”
“Fire?”
“Fire.” Squall nodded, sitting up straighter. “Cauterization. Only thing that would work.” In this world, anyway. If he was in his home world, Kadowaki might be able to do more. Much more with the supplies and resources Garden had to give. In this world, there were only potion bottles, elixirs and few healing spells he could utilize. It was strange, being restricted to just only a few spells when before he could cast a variety of one hundred or more.
Lightning scowled deeper, shaking her head. Her fingers curled into a fist. “You were planning on finding one of those things. Weren’t you?”
The brunet nodded. “Until you stopped me. That was the plan.”
“Idiot.” Shaking her head, Lightning stood up, glaring down at him. “You still could have asked someone instead of picking a fight with one of those things.” Those mindless puppets that reminded her too much of humans trapped as Cieth. Unlike the Cieth back in her world, they were more human in appearance and the one that looked almost exactly like her—Lightning scowled further. Now wasn’t the time to think about that.
“I could but I didn’t.” Squall tilted his head back until he could stare at her for a moment before pushing himself off the ground. “It’s my problem. I never needed your help.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Lightning growled slightly. Anger built up inside her. Just when she thought this guy was different from the others—Squall had to prove her wrong. It’s almost exactly like arguing with Snow, only this guy wasn’t bothering to try and sweet talk his argument. “Particularly, when you’re bleeding out, right in front of me.”
Squall scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I won’t.” All he had to do was find one of Strife’s doppelgangers and he should be fine. If not that then maybe Firion’s. It would have been easier if he could use fire spells himself but all he had were Ice and Thunder, nothing capable of cauterizing a wound well enough. “This won’t kill me that easily.”
He wouldn’t put it pass the witch to ensure that the wound she dealt him would never kill him outright. It was just like her—make him suffer as much as possible before delivering her final blow. Hyne, Squall knew damn well that she had intended for one of her arrows to strike him in the same place another Sorceress struck and impaled him through before. It was more than just a coincidence that Ultimecia would hit him in the very same spot.
Gritting his teeth, Squall took a step forward and another. Intent on walking off, he didn’t see Lightning’s arm move until she pushed him roughly back against the wall. Biting back a gasp, he glared at the woman but the words died on his tongue as the smell of burning flesh filled his nose.
Squall glanced to his right, toward his shoulder. He blinked, bewildered, as the former Sergeant deliberately, carefully cast the fire spell into his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Lightning scoffed, “Doing exactly what you wanted.”
“I told you—“
“Too bad,” she cut him off, eyes narrowed, not bothering to look him in the eye. “We’re fighting this Conflict together. I might not like being a Warrior of Cosmos but…”
“But what?”
“You pull your own weight and if winning this Conflict together means teamwork.” The fire dissipated as she took a step back, letting go of the SeeD. “Get used to it. We’re a team, despite what you and I both feel about it.”
“Tch. Is that so?” Squall lifted an eyebrow at her before placing a hand over his newly cauterized shoulder. It looked like she did a good job. The pain was still raw, still agonizing but with the knowledge he wasn’t going to just die from blood loss just yet; it was bearable. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Lightning scowled before turning around, ready to walk off. “Is that what you think? You’re more of an idiot than I thought.” She shook her head and strode off, leaving the SeeD all by himself. If he wasn’t so self-centered, he probably would have realized there was another reason why she wanted to help him. But if he didn’t see it, didn’t even acknowledge, she wasn’t going to tell him anything.
She wasn’t lying that he was strong and an ally she wouldn’t mind fighting with. It was a pity that she had to meet him under these circumstances. He might have been an interesting ally back in her world, even as a subordinate or a fellow soldier before she defected.
Watching Lightning walk off, Squall sighed heavily as his body slumped against the rock. Hyne damn it, he owed her. He was in her debt but there were worse predicaments than being in someone’s debt. He could be dead, a possibility that might happen if he went out and found a manikin to fight. Their enemies were still around, still at full strength. Having one of them not nearly rested or healed enough for battle, it was a disadvantage they couldn’t afford.
Not if they wanted to win and return to their own worlds. Scowling, Squall raked his hand through his hair. And here he thought that no one actually cared about him, thought about him but somehow, that notion was repeatedly proven wrong—either by her or someone else in their group. “A team, huh?”
The older woman was right, they were a team and maybe it was about time he started acting like member of their mismatched band of warriors.