tearsthesky
in
iruin
pulse de chocobo ; ( fang x vanille. ) in progress. pg.
Characters: Oerba Yun Fang & Oerba Dia Vanille.
Summary: Tiny Fang tries to get a tiny chocobo for Tiny Vanille. It doesn't go very well. Pre-canon!
Rating: PG.
Vanille's birthday this year fell on a crisp, cool Saturday, and Fang was already up, ready and dressed before the sun had even risen over the mountains and high cliff faces that shielded Oerba from the rest of Gran Pulse. Every year Fang got Vanille something for her birthday, and of course Vanille always tended to like it (well, except for the dead lizard that one time. That hadn't gone over well.) But this year, since it was Vanille's tenth birthday, and double-digits were really important, Fang thought she deserved a really, really good present. Better than flowers and makeshift jewelry, or a whole day of piggyback rides. That was why this year she was up bright and early. This year, she was going to go beyond Oerba's village limits, into the harsh and unforgiving terrain of Gran Pulse. She had a mission. Vanille had mentioned, in passing (and by "in passing," it had been no less than a thousand times over the course of the year), that what she wanted, more than anything else in the whole world, was a chocobo chick. Chocobos, however, were few and far between in Oerba, and the only way you could really find a proper flock ofthem was if you traveled further out. It was a long trip, far too long for most adults, let alone a twelve-year old girl with an overinflated ego, but Fang was determined.
And kind of stupid.
Fang gathered up enough food for the day, a couple of miscellaneous supplies (pebbles, a spool of string, a hunting knife and a slingshot), haphazardly threw them all together in a traveling pouch, and set off quietly and carefully, taking pains not to wake up Vanille, any of the other children, and especially not the orphanage workers. She'd already gotten in trouble twice this week (for breaking a boy's nose on two separate occassions) and getting caught sneaking out would make that punishment look like a cakewalk. Fang ruffled Vanille's hair affectionately, hesitated, then kissed her on the temple in a brief, impulsive burst of courage, and slipped out of their shared room, quiet as she could manage. It was easy enough to slip past the village guards, if you knew the right ways to do so -- children, particularly children as rambunctious as Fang, had a way of finding secret pathways, and soon enough she was out in the untapped wilderness of Gran Pulse. She glanced up at the sky, made a rude gesture at the looming shadow of Cocoon, and set off on her journey.
Five minutes in, she was completely lost.
Fang unfortunately, was the type to stay stubborn even in the face of overwhelming adversity, and her difficulty with navigation only steeled her resolve. She would learn the correct pathway and find the flock of chocobos. She would bravely snatch the tiniest, fluffiest, most adorable chicabo from the group, and she would return triumphant. Vanille would think she was the bravest and best chocobo-finder in all of Gran Pulse, call her a hero, and kiss her on the cheek...
So caught up in her daydream, Fang did not notice the hulking, massive shadow eclipsing her until it was too late. She turned quickly, ready to slug whatever it was in the face...and came face to face with a King Behemoth.
Fang stared. And stared. And then she screamed, and began to run as fast as her legs could take her. The Behemoth followed, and Fang swore she could feel the earth shake with the force of its footsteps. She was so dead if that thing caught her. She was deader than dead, and all of her fluffy daydreams poofed into dust in her head. What mattered now was survival, and to her horror, the creature was gaining speed. Fang saw her salvation, however, in the form of a scraggly, but tall tree off in the distance, near the edge of a cliff. She summoned a burst of fear induced adrenaline, and took off in the direction of the tree, spouting obscenties the entire way. Right as the Behemoth swung for her, she hopped to grab hold of a tree branch, and hoisted herself up. The climb was quick and panicked, but she was faster than the Behemoth, and soon enough she'd gotten so high up that it couldn't reach her. She grinned. Victory. So confident that she had escaped the deadly grasp of the monster, Fang blew a raspberry and said something that she hadn't dared to say in public since the last time she'd pulled it and gotten her mouth washed out with soap for three days straight.
The Behemoth stared up at her, and almost nonchalantly slammed the bulk of its weight into the tree. It began to fall.
Fang started to scream again.
Summary: Tiny Fang tries to get a tiny chocobo for Tiny Vanille. It doesn't go very well. Pre-canon!
Rating: PG.
Vanille's birthday this year fell on a crisp, cool Saturday, and Fang was already up, ready and dressed before the sun had even risen over the mountains and high cliff faces that shielded Oerba from the rest of Gran Pulse. Every year Fang got Vanille something for her birthday, and of course Vanille always tended to like it (well, except for the dead lizard that one time. That hadn't gone over well.) But this year, since it was Vanille's tenth birthday, and double-digits were really important, Fang thought she deserved a really, really good present. Better than flowers and makeshift jewelry, or a whole day of piggyback rides. That was why this year she was up bright and early. This year, she was going to go beyond Oerba's village limits, into the harsh and unforgiving terrain of Gran Pulse. She had a mission. Vanille had mentioned, in passing (and by "in passing," it had been no less than a thousand times over the course of the year), that what she wanted, more than anything else in the whole world, was a chocobo chick. Chocobos, however, were few and far between in Oerba, and the only way you could really find a proper flock ofthem was if you traveled further out. It was a long trip, far too long for most adults, let alone a twelve-year old girl with an overinflated ego, but Fang was determined.
And kind of stupid.
Fang gathered up enough food for the day, a couple of miscellaneous supplies (pebbles, a spool of string, a hunting knife and a slingshot), haphazardly threw them all together in a traveling pouch, and set off quietly and carefully, taking pains not to wake up Vanille, any of the other children, and especially not the orphanage workers. She'd already gotten in trouble twice this week (for breaking a boy's nose on two separate occassions) and getting caught sneaking out would make that punishment look like a cakewalk. Fang ruffled Vanille's hair affectionately, hesitated, then kissed her on the temple in a brief, impulsive burst of courage, and slipped out of their shared room, quiet as she could manage. It was easy enough to slip past the village guards, if you knew the right ways to do so -- children, particularly children as rambunctious as Fang, had a way of finding secret pathways, and soon enough she was out in the untapped wilderness of Gran Pulse. She glanced up at the sky, made a rude gesture at the looming shadow of Cocoon, and set off on her journey.
Five minutes in, she was completely lost.
Fang unfortunately, was the type to stay stubborn even in the face of overwhelming adversity, and her difficulty with navigation only steeled her resolve. She would learn the correct pathway and find the flock of chocobos. She would bravely snatch the tiniest, fluffiest, most adorable chicabo from the group, and she would return triumphant. Vanille would think she was the bravest and best chocobo-finder in all of Gran Pulse, call her a hero, and kiss her on the cheek...
So caught up in her daydream, Fang did not notice the hulking, massive shadow eclipsing her until it was too late. She turned quickly, ready to slug whatever it was in the face...and came face to face with a King Behemoth.
Fang stared. And stared. And then she screamed, and began to run as fast as her legs could take her. The Behemoth followed, and Fang swore she could feel the earth shake with the force of its footsteps. She was so dead if that thing caught her. She was deader than dead, and all of her fluffy daydreams poofed into dust in her head. What mattered now was survival, and to her horror, the creature was gaining speed. Fang saw her salvation, however, in the form of a scraggly, but tall tree off in the distance, near the edge of a cliff. She summoned a burst of fear induced adrenaline, and took off in the direction of the tree, spouting obscenties the entire way. Right as the Behemoth swung for her, she hopped to grab hold of a tree branch, and hoisted herself up. The climb was quick and panicked, but she was faster than the Behemoth, and soon enough she'd gotten so high up that it couldn't reach her. She grinned. Victory. So confident that she had escaped the deadly grasp of the monster, Fang blew a raspberry and said something that she hadn't dared to say in public since the last time she'd pulled it and gotten her mouth washed out with soap for three days straight.
The Behemoth stared up at her, and almost nonchalantly slammed the bulk of its weight into the tree. It began to fall.
Fang started to scream again.