Parallel: Unspoken Lament
Title: Unspoken Lament
Part One of the Parallel Series
Rating: PG
Fandom: Crossover - Final Fantasy XIII & Versus XIII -
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns the damn set of games. If I indeed owned them, guess what? This girl and the protagonist guy from Versus XIII (who I dubbed as Rain) would be together. So nyah.
He was the last heir of an ancient dynasty, chosen by the age-old crystals. He knew it. She did as well. But that didn’t seem to stop them. Circumstances had never changed their relationship when they were younger, when they could have fun. His hazel eyes would look into her peaceful blue ones. Back then, they had not a care in the world.
Then, the time came. His father passed away, protecting the city from those who lusted after the crystal’s power. Rain’s father was a distant relative of the country’s prince who was long dead. So then, duty of the family fell into young Rain’s hands. Both he and his childhood sweetheart were seventeen at the time. That was when everything seemed to change ever so quickly.
Sitting upon his throne-like seat, he pondered about everything that had happened between the two of them. Her sweet name, he wouldn’t dare utter aloud. She was not that person he had kissed so innocently. That person he had taught how to fight during their teenage years, the girl he wanted to protected, the young woman he had loved with all his heart was gone. She had disappeared into oblivion.
“No, she went to that isolated country, Cocoon.” He mumbled. His right hand covered by a black glove lifted to his lips. His thumb then traced his lower lip. He could barely recall the feel of her lips against his. It had been a while now. He was currently twenty-two. She would be roughly the same age; probably, still fending for herself as the other men tried to pull her to themselves by her soft, light brown hair. Her slender, but built form wouldn’t be enough to stop other people from advancing, but still he recalled that after the change, she wasn’t all that feminine.
Still thinking of her, Rain closed his hazel eyes. His dark hair fell, covering his closed eyes. Memories flooded back, but with them, came the regret. He gained the duty of protecting the city with the crystal’s fortification, but he had made a great sacrifice. He had to forsake her. To ease her pain, he had erased all her memories using the power bestowed on him by the country’s crystal and sent her away.
Time had passed. Every citizen had forgotten about the girl who once stood at their protector’s side. Everything about her was wiped from the pages of their histories.
He was the only one. He alone remembered her.
Rain let out a sigh. ‘The woman I loved became the Lightning of Cocoon.’
Suddenly, the pillar behind him gave off that aura again. Its magic beckoned him with her voice. He fought the urge to show that he was angry. It was about his duty again. It had always about his obligation since that woman became known as Lightning. Stirring from his spot down memory lane, he listened for that voice to tell him what was going on and he heard it.
There were soldiers sent in by the enemy country approaching. They sought the crystal he protected. Once more, he would go and protect it. Groaning quietly as he got up from his throne-like chair to walk down the once great halls of the palace, he knew he would have to fight alone as always. Rain flexed the muscles of his arms as he pushed open the doors at the head of the castle hall.
His ears heard the cocking of machine rifles and men scrambling as he stepped out into the open. He was outnumbered by at least, three hundred to one, but still, he was the least bit afraid. His face still carried that emotionless expression as he stepped down the steps one by one to meet them. His eyes reflected no emotion as he caught a glimpse of her within his mind.
Perhaps, she was fighting at this very moment. Who knew? Rain absolutely did not. Strolling for the half-way point down the grand staircase, which was the entrance of the palace temple where the crystal was housed, the dark-haired guardian watched as his opponents fired at him. A shower of bullets came directly at him, but he stood there, unafraid of it. They would not hurt him nor would they touch him.
He knew this much.
The bullets bounced off as they collided with his barrier. His eyes snapped open and objects appeared, swirling around him as if protecting him from the attacks. His able weapons formed before him one by one as the rain of bullets ceased. His power manifested as he grabbed one of the various swords. The soldiers rushed at him and he swung at them, vanishing in a puff of black smoke only to reappear above them.
His weapons scattered in all directions, each with a mind of its own, and attacked his opponents. Rain’s will was bend on guarding the crystal that he didn’t simply care who would die that night. It was all about his country’s crystal and its promise to him.
He would see her again, one day. He would, it promised it would be his destiny. So he fought.
‘I’ll fight in memory of you….Lightning.’
Part One of the Parallel Series
Rating: PG
Fandom: Crossover - Final Fantasy XIII & Versus XIII -
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns the damn set of games. If I indeed owned them, guess what? This girl and the protagonist guy from Versus XIII (who I dubbed as Rain) would be together. So nyah.
He was the last heir of an ancient dynasty, chosen by the age-old crystals. He knew it. She did as well. But that didn’t seem to stop them. Circumstances had never changed their relationship when they were younger, when they could have fun. His hazel eyes would look into her peaceful blue ones. Back then, they had not a care in the world.
Then, the time came. His father passed away, protecting the city from those who lusted after the crystal’s power. Rain’s father was a distant relative of the country’s prince who was long dead. So then, duty of the family fell into young Rain’s hands. Both he and his childhood sweetheart were seventeen at the time. That was when everything seemed to change ever so quickly.
Sitting upon his throne-like seat, he pondered about everything that had happened between the two of them. Her sweet name, he wouldn’t dare utter aloud. She was not that person he had kissed so innocently. That person he had taught how to fight during their teenage years, the girl he wanted to protected, the young woman he had loved with all his heart was gone. She had disappeared into oblivion.
“No, she went to that isolated country, Cocoon.” He mumbled. His right hand covered by a black glove lifted to his lips. His thumb then traced his lower lip. He could barely recall the feel of her lips against his. It had been a while now. He was currently twenty-two. She would be roughly the same age; probably, still fending for herself as the other men tried to pull her to themselves by her soft, light brown hair. Her slender, but built form wouldn’t be enough to stop other people from advancing, but still he recalled that after the change, she wasn’t all that feminine.
Still thinking of her, Rain closed his hazel eyes. His dark hair fell, covering his closed eyes. Memories flooded back, but with them, came the regret. He gained the duty of protecting the city with the crystal’s fortification, but he had made a great sacrifice. He had to forsake her. To ease her pain, he had erased all her memories using the power bestowed on him by the country’s crystal and sent her away.
Time had passed. Every citizen had forgotten about the girl who once stood at their protector’s side. Everything about her was wiped from the pages of their histories.
He was the only one. He alone remembered her.
Rain let out a sigh. ‘The woman I loved became the Lightning of Cocoon.’
Suddenly, the pillar behind him gave off that aura again. Its magic beckoned him with her voice. He fought the urge to show that he was angry. It was about his duty again. It had always about his obligation since that woman became known as Lightning. Stirring from his spot down memory lane, he listened for that voice to tell him what was going on and he heard it.
There were soldiers sent in by the enemy country approaching. They sought the crystal he protected. Once more, he would go and protect it. Groaning quietly as he got up from his throne-like chair to walk down the once great halls of the palace, he knew he would have to fight alone as always. Rain flexed the muscles of his arms as he pushed open the doors at the head of the castle hall.
His ears heard the cocking of machine rifles and men scrambling as he stepped out into the open. He was outnumbered by at least, three hundred to one, but still, he was the least bit afraid. His face still carried that emotionless expression as he stepped down the steps one by one to meet them. His eyes reflected no emotion as he caught a glimpse of her within his mind.
Perhaps, she was fighting at this very moment. Who knew? Rain absolutely did not. Strolling for the half-way point down the grand staircase, which was the entrance of the palace temple where the crystal was housed, the dark-haired guardian watched as his opponents fired at him. A shower of bullets came directly at him, but he stood there, unafraid of it. They would not hurt him nor would they touch him.
He knew this much.
The bullets bounced off as they collided with his barrier. His eyes snapped open and objects appeared, swirling around him as if protecting him from the attacks. His able weapons formed before him one by one as the rain of bullets ceased. His power manifested as he grabbed one of the various swords. The soldiers rushed at him and he swung at them, vanishing in a puff of black smoke only to reappear above them.
His weapons scattered in all directions, each with a mind of its own, and attacked his opponents. Rain’s will was bend on guarding the crystal that he didn’t simply care who would die that night. It was all about his country’s crystal and its promise to him.
He would see her again, one day. He would, it promised it would be his destiny. So he fought.
‘I’ll fight in memory of you….Lightning.’