"Why didn't you tell me about your sister?!" Snow interrogated.

"Cause I had a feeling it would end up like this," Serah nervously responded. "If I would of known that you two had problems with each other, I definitely would have put of this meeting for a while." Serah watched as Snow paced around his motorcycle in front of her house. She had never seen him this angry before and this is the first time that she was almost scared to be around him.

"You're not mad at me, right?" Serah asked sadly. Snow, sensing the melancholic tone in Serah's voice, exhaled deeply and shook out his arms, trying to release some of the pent up anger he had from his and Lightning's little shout off inside.

"No. I could never be mad at you." Snow said as he plastered is signature dorky grin on his face. If anything, I love ya more! I get to date my dream girl, and tick of a Sanctum tool all at once. Snow thought, but he knew better than to speak his mind. He chuckled at the thought. "Come here~." Snow continued as he opened his arms towards Serah.

Serah smiled as she heard Snow's voice return to his happy, go-lucky tone. She gleefully ran, almost skipped, into Snow's arms as he wrapped his arms around her. "Well, its dinner time in my book. How about you and I go out for dinner and then head over to the beach and watch the sun set?" Snow purposed. "That outta take our minds off of the mess that happened earlier."

Serah pulled herself out of the hug and gave a nod. "Sounds like a date!" she said in a chipper voice. Snow winked. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

This is disgusting. Lightning thought as she furtively watched Serah and Snow hug from living room window. She continued to eat copious amounts of strawberry ice cream as she watched this tragic scene unfold. When they finally finished their hug, she watched as the couple mounted onto Snow's motorcycle and drove away. She couldn't help to think that Snow purposely reeved his engine as he pulled away from her house, just a little slap in the face before he took her sister away.

I bet that kid doesn't even have a license or insurance for that matter. I'll have to look into that when I head to work tomorrow. She took a large bite of strawberry ice cream as she traveled back into the kitchen and looked at the T.V room that was connected to the kitchen. What would mom and dad do? Their youngest daughter comes home with a boy who chases after criminals for fun. Would they say it was just a phase, or would they say it was a problem? Lightning exhaled as she saw that her ice cream bowl was empty.

She opened the freezer and grabbed the tub of strawberry ice cream. She abandoned her bowl at the sink and headed to the couch, armed with the tub of ice cream and a spoon. Lightning turned on the T.V and flicked through channels till she arrived at the news.

"Up after the break, will Bodhum ever be peaceful? News of one serial killer's arrest and as well as news of a new killer roaming Bodhum. Coming up, after the break," the anchorman announced before the channel went to commercial.

Now, what if that idiot decides to bring Serah along searching for this killer? And, what if she got hurt?Lightning began to psych herself out by thinking of tormenting situations of Serah being hurt by some freak because some guy in a hobo outfit told her that is was a good idea to go running after criminals for fun. That's it, if she's not home by ten; I'm reporting her as kidnapped.

Lightning kept staring at the T.V hoping something interesting would come up and draw her attention away from the fact that her sister is dating a border line lunatic. She rolled her neck around and heard copious amounts of popping coming from simple rolls of the joint. She repeated the same action with her shoulder and got the same results.

I need to relax. Serah is better than this. She would never do anything that would get herself killed… I hope. Lightning stood up with her empty tub of ice cream. She returned to the kitchen and checked on the time. GOD! Has it really only been a half hour since they left?! Lightning thought as she stood in front of the microwave, running her hands through her hair. I got to get out of here. Do something to take my mind off of all this.

With that thought and some speed to Lightning's step, Lightning got dressed back into her Guardian Corps uniform, grabbed her gun blade, and headed to find something more distracting.

"Say Serah, tell me more about your sister," Snow causally asked as he sipped some of his vanilla milkshake. Serah looked at him with her face plastered with obvious confusion. "Why do you want to know?" She said just before she ate a french-fry. "I mean, it's not like you two really got along real well when you first met."

"Exactly! Maybe if I knew more about her, my mere existence wouldn't offend her so much, ya know?" Snow exasperated. "How bout we just start with simple questions, like how old is she?" Serah saw the desperate curiosity in Snow's face and couldn't help but to giggle at his determination.

"Well, believe it or not, she is the same age as you." Serah watch as Snow choked on his vanilla milkshake. She didn't know that having a sister, that was the same age as your boyfriend, would be so surprising. Furthermore, she wasn't expecting to see a battle between milkshake and pharynx rage on for a solid minute. "Uh, Hero? You ok?" Serah asked concerningly. Snow drank Serah's glass of water and returned to a state of body that was able to respond to her question.

"Sorry, I was just a little surprised." Snow said as he continued sipping Serah's water. "Yeaaaa, I kinda gathered that from the server choking that just occurred," Serah smugly answered, "Why is my sister being the same age as you so surprising?"

"Well, she has treated me like I was younger than her ever since I encountered her, and she is very, well… Scary, so I just accepted that she was older than me. But now that I know she is the same age as me… Well, it just levels the playing field" Snow grinned at Serah, but Serah was not as impressed with Snow's behavior.

"You know, I expect you to behave yourself around my sister too. I know you don't like the Sanctum in any of its forms, but she is my sister, so if you love me, you have to accept her too." Serah spoke with a stern voice. Snow furrowed his brow and began to ready a comeback, but Serah seemed to know where the conversation was going. "I know that she started it," Serah interrupted Snow before he could speak, "and I'll talk to her about that tonight, but you continued it, so how about we just forget today happened and try again later when the two of you are both calm, sound good?" Serah asked cheekily and she reached over to take a sip of whatever remained of Snow's milkshake.

Snow laughed at the cute tone of Serah's voice. "Alright mom, sorry you had to go through all that trouble of lecturing me. And whenever you think is a good time for me to meet your sister, just let me know. I'll be ready whenever." Snow said, reaching over to commandeer the remainder of his milkshake from Serah. Serah leaned back, preventing Snow from grabbing the milkshake and she enjoyed finishing off the frozen desert. Serah giggled as she saw Snow's face sadden immediately when she set down the empty plastic cup that was once full of vanilla milkshake. "Come on~ lets go watch the sunset," Serah said as she got up and went to grab Snow's arm. Snow seemed content to sit and stare at the empty cup sitting at the table. "If you were so attached to it, don't drink my water next time," Serah winked as she pulled Snow out his chair then out of the restaurant.

After Lightning the house, she began to aimlessly wonder the streets of Bodhum. She weaved through alley ways and received questionable looks and glances from pedestrians roaming the streets (Guardian Corps Officer's always seemed to be shunned from society. Society only accepted there presence when there was trouble or a situation that needed to be handled, any other time; they just made civilians feel nervous.) . She never noticed their precarious glances though; she was too lost in her own thoughts to notice them.

After 30 minutes of walking around the seaside city, her feet suddenly just stopped. The sudden halt in her step caused Lightning to snap out of her spiraling train of thought, and look around and examine the environment her feet had carried her to. Once recognized her destination, she couldn't help but to laugh, she was at Guardian Corps HQ. She supposed working overtime would be a suitable way to take her mind off of Serah for a while. She thanked her feet for the distraction as she walked through the entrance of the building.

"Uh, Sergeant! What brings you here at this hour? I thought you were only working the afternoon shift today?" The Private standing guard sluggishly by the door propped himself into pristine posture to greet an officer.

"At ease soldier, and I decided to work some overtime today," Lightning said as she walked past the young man without evening glancing at him.

Lightning walked briskly to the office sector of Head Quarters. Anyone could tell by the vigor in her steps that she was angry. Lower officers step to the side of the hallway to allow her passage and salute her as she walked past them. She nodded, acknowledging them briefly. She arrived at her office and agitatedly shut the door.

First thing's first. Lightning thought as she slid into her chair to face the computer sitting on her desk. She logged on and pulled up the civilian registrar. She dragged her curser to the search box and type 'Snow Villiers' into the bar and brutally hit the enter key. A few seconds later a new window flashed upon her screen with all of the information the Sanctum had about Snow.

"Age" Lightning said as she scrolled though his data. She stuttered "20?!"

Lightning was amazed. For the longest time, she thought that Snow and Serah were the same age. How did a 17 year old school girl meet a 20 year old adrenalin junky? The only excuse I'll accept is that he was help back for three years in high school. Lightning shook the thought out of here head and continued to scroll though his data.

'Criminal Record' was the next section. Four accounts of minor obstruction of justice. Maybe I should have charged him for getting in my way so we could have made it a solid 5. She gave a single cynical laugh and continued scrolling.

Lightning read each scrutinizing detail of Snow's life. 'Damaged property due to reckless driving, speeding tickets, public indecency.' Lightning feel her stress level go through the roof. If this guy wants to save the city so badly, it'd be best if he just didn't leave his house. He's got quite the record.

Lightning finally arrived at the section labeled, 'Family'. Her heart sunk as she read the details. She could read about misdemeanors and petty crimes all day, but Snow's family history resonated deep within her.

'Father: Deceased'

'Mother: Deceased'

Lightning exhaled a stream of air as she leaned back in her chair. Damn it. Now we have something in common. Lightning thought as she ran her fingers through her hair. Maybe that is why Serah is so drawn to him; he is everything I am not: rebellious, easy going, and she can relate to him. Lightning shrugged.

Lightning knew that Serah loved her and she loved Serah, but when their parent's died, Lightning lost something. Either it is because of lack feeling compassion or lack of communicating with people normally or comfortably, Lightning lost the ability to bond with other people. Serah must of suffered when Lightning became her guardian; not only did she lose her parents, but she lost part of her sister, and she couldn't open up to Lightning because Lightning didn't know what to say or do with the feelings that Serah would tell her. But throughout the years Lightning has only wanted one thing for Serah: her happiness. If this man was making her happy, Lightning has no choice but to allow it, even if it makes Lightning uneasy.

Lightning spun her chair around to look out the large glass window that compromised the entire wall behind her. She gazed down at the ocean as it lit up with the colors of sunset, turning the water beautiful autumn colors. Her office did truly have a specular view of Bodhum. It was her own vantage point in the sky, giving her heighted joy because she loved the sensation of being up high. She let her eyes wonder from gazing at the beach to staring at the city as she turned her head to the left. She relaxed in her chair. She rested her elbow on the armrest of the chair, and her head in her hand. I suppose I just have to leave her be for a while. Lightning thought. But that doesn't mean I have to be nice to this "Snow" guy though.

Lightning sat day dreaming until she heard a knock on her door.