This is the chapter from Lightning's point of view. By the way, this WILL contain unknown kissing. You have a problem, GTFO!

I no own FF 13

I couldn't move. I just couldn't move.

And it was killing me.

'He's fighting three cie'th on his own, where the hell are the others?' I scream in my head. Oh yeah, on top of not being able to move, I can't speak either.

He is putting up a good fight, and I'm proud of him, but he won't last for long. He's only been able to beat one of them so far, and he is slowing down. The cie'th get on either side of him, preparing to crush him from both sides. He won't take this, casting an aeroga spell to launch one in the air, finishing it off with a thundaga. He doesn't turn fast enough, and the one behind him runs him through before I know what's happening.

The spear-like appendage goes deeper into him as he turns to look at me, trying to work his voice before the wound gets to him. He tries to smile, failing to comfort me.

"Don't worry, Light..." he says, succumbing to the pain and falling limp in the enemy's grasp.

I scream for him. I loved him. I didn't want to lose him...

"HOPE!"

I'm still screaming his name when I open my eyes and bolt into a sitting position. I close my mouth and stop screaming, looking around for Hope. I look directly to my left, where his sleeping bag is. He appears to be having a dream as well, looking troubled, as if thinking hard about something.

Suddenly, he whispers my name, looking worried. I climb out of my own sleeping bag quietly, moving closer to inspect his expression. It's too dark to see, and I trip onto his chest roughly, our heads nearly colliding. I move so as not to hit his head, and instead, I land with our lips touching.

My eyes are wide while his relax in bliss. I try to push up from our position. I can't be kissing Hope, no matter how much feel for him. Fate has different plans, putting a muddy patch just where I decide to go for footing. I fall onto Hope again, our lips colliding with more force.

In his dream-state, he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my waist. I become euphoric on the sensations this brings me. Forgetting everything, I kiss him back, allowing my tongue to flick over his lips, not expecting his own to come and meet it.

I bring the kiss back to closed-mouth and pull away, giving his soft and sweet lips one last lick before darting back to my sleeping bag. I see him open his eyes as I move. He blushes and smiles, moving his fingers to his lips. When he thinks I'm asleep, Hope moves to give me a peck on the cheek, and one on the lips.

"I think I'm falling for you, Light." he says, stroking my hair. I can't help but want to get up and return the favor, but that would ruin this... whatever it is. He pecks me on the lips one last time, and I have a feeling that this will become a nightly habit.

Not that I mind.

I have no idea why I did this one. This is one of those ones where I kind of made Light look weird if you look at it the wrong way. I don't see a single problem with it (on the firm belief that it is possible to be mature enough to have that kind of relationship at Hope's age, and in Hope's case especially) but most people do. It makes me sad. Whatever. Flame all you want, but I think this is a bad story anyway. I prefer the other ones. Bye Bye!