A/N: WOO! One chapter after another, I am on fire home skillet biscuits! :D A little on the short side, but remember that this was originally part of the first chapter. My chapters can get particularly lengthy, so I try to cut them down so they don't become an endless read. (I'm trying to make this easy enough for all types of readers. Whom are over the age of thirteen, of course ;)) Well, please review and enjoy!

The Sergeant glared down at the Pulsian on the ground, her eyes catching the emerald orbs in her own icy crystals. Her breath hitched involuntarily at the sight of the woman, wild and dark tresses (which had a curious hint of red at the ends), framed her stunning face, which looked like it had been sculpted by god himself. The Sergeant forced herself to look away from the deep pools of earth that were gazing at her, and she felt her cheeks heat up slightly at the concentrated attention.

Instead her eyes trailed downward, and the pinkette scowled at the beads of red on the tan woman's neck, an unusual anger swelling up deep within her chest. She frowned at the sensation and quickly dismissed it as anger towards the incompetence of her crew. Yes, that was it.

She immediately felt her demeanor return to the stoic solider she was. A pawn, no less.

"Pulsian, I suggest you return to your tribe, before causing more trouble for your visitors. I don't want a fiasco breaking out the first day we arrive." The Sergeant had drawn her sword with a tense hand, and kept it unsheathed at her side. She attempted to re-hold the gaze of the emeralds, but she found herself staring at the small beauty mark under the woman's left eye. She found that it was a lovely asset to complete the tan woman's perfect face. She had never in her life seen such features, and had heard of the Gran Pulsian people's wild beauty, but had never imagined it would put her at awe. Yet here she was, staring dumbly at the Pulsian's face as the tan woman continued to eye the sword with aggression and alertness. Noticing this, Lightning cleared her throat as she slid her sword back into its holster.

This action made the slight fear strip away from the Pulsian's features, but the aggression was there all the same. She scowled, her green orbs narrowing at the soldier in front of her.

Lightning straightened her already rod-like spine, and took in a stiff breath. "Pulsian. You may return to your residence as follows, and no penalty shall be presented to you. Should you resist the command and attempt to fight, you shall be taken into custody.

Fang only stared at the Cocoonian blankly. Vanille had taught her some of the Cocoon world's language, but she was not fluent. And with the way this woman was talking, she could barley understand at all!

Lightning stared curiously. Was the woman deaf? If she was pretending to be deaf, so help the damn woman, she would- oh. Lighnting's gaze dropped to the braided necklaces and tribal wrap the woman was wearing. She tried again. ¨Can you understand me?"

Fang registered the words and realized she would have to speak. ''Yes. Some."

Lightning had to mentally prevent herself from letting her mouth drop. Never in all her travels had she heard such an accent. It was lovely, wild, and controlled all in the same moment. And this all coming from a couple of words... It took her a while to register the fact that it was her turn to speak. She cleared her throat and tilted her head down. Äs much as she wanted to converse with the woman more, she knew her crew would notice her absence. ''You can go.'' she told the woman, but winced as she felt a bit of hesitation in her usually emotionless tone.

Fang raised an eyebrow. 'She could go?' she scoffed. No one was keeping her captive on her own land! If anything, she should be telling this...Cocoonian that her pink ass could go. But, remembering the words of her Chief(and father, for that matter), she would let this confrontation slide. She stood from the ground, carefully dusting off her sari from any debris, and reached up to gently touch her hand to her stinging neck. She brought her hand up to her face, staring at the red smears on her palm before pulling it down to ball both of her fists. She turned to leave without even dignifying a second glance to the pink-haired woman, but that same husky yet feminine voice rung out from behind her. "Is that any way to thank your savior?'' the pinkett asked, and even though the question sounded slightly ridiculous, she wanted some thanks for an otherwise inevitable death. She watched as the tan woman turned to glare at her, the emeralds somehow carving dents into her crystals,

Fang stared into those beautiful, expecting eyes and smirked despite her heart fluttering badly. She opened her mouth and spat. ''You didn't save me.''

She then walked back into her inviting woods, leaving a very angry looking pinkett behind her.

A/N: Hehe. Conflict on the first meeting? Only Flight! 8D

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