We've Gotta Stop Meeting Like This. (Fang//Closed)

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang knelt there as he staggered to his feet. The look on her face wasn't yielding in the least, and she didn't reach out to help him either. He seemed to be doing just fine himself. Actually, she should just pivot on her feet and get the hell out of there, but something ground her to the spot. She wasn't sure what it was, but he just stood up and started stripping down to his waist. Seeing him without a shirt didn't surprise her, she knew just how muscular he would have to be under all that armor, but still, he just kept going! No man she had ever seen had been quite so big, but she didn't show any emotion in her face. She glanced away quickly, scanning the immediate area and so she didn't see the brand that was on his chest right away, blood mingled with it, so it wasn't like his bare chest held a brand. PSICOM wasn't there yet, but they should be leaving.

When he joked around with her she turned her head back to look at him. Opening her mouth to reply, she suddenly stopped short. “What the bloody hell?!?!” She shouted out when she saw the brand. She stood up quickly, her green eyes opened wide with surprise, and anger. He was a l'cie?! She stood up to her full height, not even coming close to his height in the process. “You're a l'cie and you just happened not to tell me?! Damn it Angeal!” She said, voice hard and still almost shouting. She was angry yes, but even more surprised, and why the hell hadn't he told her? Green eyes became hard and unyielding again, he was lucky she didn't just turn around and leave him there to fend for himself.

The next few lines he told her made her seriously consider it, but first. She balled her fist and cocked her arm back, the look in her eyes murderous. “I TOLD you the consequences of hanging around me. The only thing I didn't tell you was that I'm a pulse l'cie, enemy to everyone on this entire planet, but I warned you!” She said, barely restraining her voice to under a shout. She was seething with anger now, eyes narrowed down to slits as she watched him, body tense as she stood there. “Did I ask you to take me out to dinner?!” No, she hadn't, he had insisted. He was to damn stubborn, and now he had just blamed her for getting shot? Oh NO he was not going there.

She should just leave. Turn around and leave, but somehow, that seemed to be like she was leaving something unfinished. Plus at this point she was to damn angry to just leave well enough alone. Oh no, he was going to feel just how angry she was right at the moment. She wanted to scream and hit him at the same time. She chose the later. She had become so mad that she didn't even remember he was shot. She just unwound her fist and shot it at his head...

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Notes: Sorry about that lol >.> *feels somewhat bad*

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal could hear the anger rising in her voice, is that what this strange tattoo was? It made him a l'cie? All he knew was that he was now tasked with killing his childhood friend, Sephiroth. None the less he had an angry Fang on his hands now, and Sephiroth was the last of his worries now, she was yelling and screaming and going on about him not telling her but honestly he did not know he needed to. They were having a good time, and he was not going to mess it up by telling her that he had to kill a friend. But still she was pissed and the anger in her was apparent, and it truly made him fear for his well being, normally if it was a male he would just kill him, but this was Fang and he had grown fond of her honestly.

''Why did it matter? And further more I wanted to go to dinner with you because you really helped me out against that sorceress'', he said as she continued with her extreme anger and rage. Angeal's eyes widened as her fist came hurdling towards his face and made contact that caused his head to shoot to the side and making him stumble and fall back on the flat of his rear. He was getting tired of her doing that, the first two times he realized how stupid his actions leading up to the punches were, but now he was fed the hell up.

Angeal rose to his feet grabbed his armor from the ground where he had thrown it carelessly to the side to check his wound out. He latched it on, grabbed his blade and threw it over his shoulder. ''You really have an anger issue don't you? Since I'm a l'cie or whatever you just called it and that causes you a great deal of anger..'', he said making sure his armor was locking on tightly. ''Then perhaps I should just go'', he said standing there with a great deal of composure and fire in his eyes.

''After all you did not enjoy yourself, or so you make it seem'', he said, the punch really had not hurt him, but her eyes cut like any blade from any warrior. Angeal walked over to the ledge of the building and looked down, those PSICOM soldiers looked to be in a frenzy as they rushed into the building they were on top of. ''We got company first though, your little buddies are on there way up here, you can go but I'm not leaving, they want me dead a lot of them will die first'', he said pulling his blade and letting it hit the ground making a spark.

Amazing, he had been injured to the point at which normal people die, but still the will to fight was nature to him. She could see him as a fool or an idiot or what ever she wanted, but he was still gonna protect her regardless of how much she said he should leave her. That is just how he is...

They busted through the door guns aimed steady on any target they might see. Angeal's mind perceived everything in slow motion, he ran his hand down the blade and began to glow a deep blue (Engel Letzten Flug time >:] This is the anger that I gathered when you just hit me!!!). In a flash of brilliance he moved towards them and saw the looks of horror on their faces as they became afraid to pull any trigger on which they're hands might lie. He ripped through one as if he was a paper towel and the one next to him let out a scream of terror before Angeal silenced him....for good, by grabbing him by the throat and crushing it in his palm. He threw the lifeless body to the side and the remaining few became drunken at the sight of their killed comrades and charged Angeal from the side. One threw a strong kick and the other a punch but Angeal just stood there before sliding to the side and delivering a blow straight down the middle of both of them destroying the ground below them and causing their bodies to fall through to the floor below. Blood and tattered remains were laying around all over.

Angeal looked at the carnage he just caused, all because Fang struck him.....

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang was still seething when he tried to explain to her, she was past reason, but still his words got through to her. Hand was still where it had remained after she had punched him, suspended in midair. Green eyes caught blue as she stood there staring up a him after he stood up, frozen in place. She had never struck anyone out of such anger before. She had hit him twice before, but neither time had been out of the anger that had infiltrated her entire body. She was ashamed of striking out in anger, but after one moment of regret her eyes hardened once more. She wouldn't take it back just like that, and to feel regret was to question you're actions, and she never questioned herself...until now.

She stood there, trying to sort through her feeling of regret, and still feeling the temper that was still wrapping its way around her. She lowered her hand slowly as he started putting on his armor. She didn't say a think as he told her about her anger issues. She raised her chin proudly and stood there, watching him through eyes that betrayed nothing but the fire in her eyes sparked, only now instead of just anger, determination and pride were mixed in. She was stubborn, and that was the only thing holding her back from responding as he chewed her up one side and down the other. She opened her mouth to tell him to just go if he wanted to, but snapped it closed and put her shoulders back, meeting his eyes and seeing the fire that matched every bit of stubborn pride that was reflected in hers.

Her stubbornness might not be her best quality, but she wouldn't back down, even now, when she knew she wasn't in the right. He continued talking even while she didn't respond. Eyes followed him as he walked over to the edge, and as he spoke about PSICOM she gave one sharp nod before becoming completely business. They could talk after the danger was over. Reaching behind her back, she pulled out her lance and just waited, eyes hard and body relaxed, though she was as poised as a cat about to leap. Then they came. In a flourish she was leaping and twirling, lance was swinging as she battled her way through the mass PSICOM. It was over in a manner of minutes. She had watched Angeal and the cold brutality and knew. Knew he was getting the anger out of his system, anger at her. She stood there, hand clasped on her lance.

Glancing around, her chest rose up and down as she simply stood, eyes then turned to Angeal and simply watched him. Time seemed to stop as they both stared, deep in thought. She finally settled her lance behind her back, but all the anger she had embraced moments before had drained out of her. Fang turned and walked over to the edge of the rooftop, hair fluttering softly as the wind caught it. “You're right. It doesn't matter that you're a l'cie.” She spoke softly, not looking at him. “And you're right about one more thing. My anger.” She turned to him then, “I am what I am, I cant change that, but I had no right to hit you for something so petty. I'm sorry.” She raised her chin, “I guess you've got me all figured out, but you're wrong about something. I did appreciate it, so thank you...for letting me feel human for a few moments.” Now she should leave. He could obviously fend for himself, besides, she had gotten just about as mushy as was possible for her.

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[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal's eyes narrowed as he saw all the blood and bowels on the ground beneath them, one again he saw himself become the one thing that his honor swore him not to be. A monster, a damn murderer. His eyes went to the ground, and like she said, he was what he was, cold hearted monster. Yet the mood had lightened and she apologized, he did not want her apology, she had nothing to apologize for. He was an idiot, if he wanted this girl to trust him he should have told her about his new task. ''It was my fault, I take responsibility, you told me you were not someone I wanted to hang around, but I did it anyway'', he said looking away from her.

Why was anyone apologizing? They were both two who did not make it a practice to apologize for what they did. What was the point? Apologies were only ways of getting out of actions and contradicting yourself. He wiped the blood off of his blade and placed it on his back once more before looking her way again, this had been an eventful evening, and he knew her like the back of his hand now, after all they were nearly the same person.

Made her feel human? She was human, to him at least. To him human meant capable of compassion, and she showed compassion tonight when she tended to his wound. He was tired of her apologizing and he would show her just who was boss with his next action ( >:] ). He moved to her swiftly grabbed her hand and pulled her into another passionate kiss, this time he made sure to put his feelings into this one as the first one was just for fun. But this one was to show her that he was one to be trusted, and he had grown feelings for her.

As he pulled back he looked deep into her eyes, this time he had something new in his eyes, and he wanted her to see that. ''You're more human than most Fang'', he said still looking into her eyes.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang shook her head then, “Don't. This is the first time I've apologized to anyone other then my best friend Vanille, don't steal my thunder.” She said firmly, hands settled on her hips as she watched him. How did they go from so angry she had hit him and he had done...well that...to apologizing? It didn't make sense. Yet what did make sense? Shaking her head, she just looked down at the world of Cocoon and wished to be on Gran Pulse once again. The wind in her hair, the wild land, the harsh beasts, it was home, unlike this sophisticated, tame land that everyone around her called home. She hated it here, always feeling caged in, knowing everyone was trying to kill you, and that blasted empty page that was still there. She hated that empty page.

Suddenly he was close to her. Green eyes widened and then narrowed slightly as he came closer. what is he going to- her thought was cut off when he suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her close for yet another kiss. The last thought she remembered was He's making to much of a habit with this. But that was gone as she suddenly put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Wild and reckless, she couldn't think anymore. She was so sick of holding it together all the time, being the bad guy who made Vanille go on even when she didn't want to. Maybe this was the desire from when she was a young child to have a family, or just natural, but either way she suddenly remembered who she was when he drew back.

Meeting his eyes boldly, she breathed a bit heavily as he looked down at her. Green eyes, so proud and fierce had a bit of confusion muddling in their depths. She didn't like being confused, and she was now. What was she supposed to do? She was a Pulse l'cie, and he...he was a l'cie as well. But that didn't make sense! What was his focus?! To destroy Pulse? To destroy Cocoon? Was he sanctum or Pulse? Her weary nature returned as the guarded look covered over her eyes. She couldn't...shouldn't trust him. She shouldn't get close to anyone, it would only bring pain. Hadn't she told that to Vanille? It was worthless, if she completed her focus, whatever it may be, she would be turned into crystal. And if she failed...it was cie'th city for her. Either way this whole l'cie thing didn't work out so well.

She wouldn't admit she was scared, for the first time she felt real fear. Not physical fear, but fear of loosing something. She hated it, it made her feel weak, and she wasn't weak. She hated the fal'cie, they had made all humans their slaves, puppets, and she was sick of it. She would rather die then do their bidding, but then she remembered what she had told Vanille. “Of course we don't like it, but we have to grin and bear it like good little l'cie.” Eyes never left his even with what she was all thinking about. She didn't quite know how to respond when he told her he thought she was human. “I'd like to be human again, if only for a moment. But I'm just a puppet, held to a focus I can't even remember by the fal'cie.” She didn't move, “That's what I am Angeal, a Pulse l'cie. Do you know what that means? Do you know what happens to l'cie?” She hardened her heart again, or at least tried to. She knew full well what she saw in his eyes, but she couldn't allow that. She had no place for love, her life was just going to be fighting and finally, either death, or becoming crystal. The fighting had gone out of her, replaced by the stark reality, never far away for her. Reality was harsh, but someone had to face it, and that person always had been her. She suddenly realized that she was still being held in his arms and that her arms were still wrapped around his neck. She was vulnerable in this position, but she didn't try to move either, just stood there, waiting for him to answer, although she removed her arms and instead pressed her palms against his chest, firm, but not pushing him.

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[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal felt the electricity between their lips when they kissed, then he looked into her eyes, but of course, he knew getting attached and leaving her if he died, and he couldn't do that to her. But still they were embraced, and he felt so right, as if they were made to be in this position with each other, and what was more amazing, she did not hit him, actually it was more like she wanted to kiss him, and wanted to stay in his arms. He looked at her, and listened to what she was saying, and he did not know what it meant to be a l'cie, he just knew what he was sworn to do now, and apparently it was a Focus or something. ''No, I don't know what it means, and I don't profess to know what it means'', he said holding her close to him.

The world did not matter right now, it seemed to only be him and her, nobody else mattered to him right now but this woman that was in his arms. ''I just know my focus. I am supposed to....kill Sephiroth he said his eyes narrowing his eyes and realizing once again like many times before just how hard that was going to be. ''He is one of my closest friends, and they want me to end his life. Even if I had the strength I couldn't bring myself to do it'', he said sorrow filling his mood, but he still had time to finish the focus after all so maybe he could shed this reluctance. ''What does it mean?'', he asked a puzzled look on his face.

''Fang, I know you are not one to get close to someone, and honestly I'm not either, but everybody needs someone, and maybe I could be your someone'', he said looking back at her.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang just stood there, she had let this go to far. She shouldn't have accepted dinner in the first place, it had all just spiraled down hill from there. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it, that was the problem, she had enjoyed her time spent with him. Palms were still against his chest, she was about to push him away from her, but she didn't. She closed her eyes as he told her he didn't know what it meant. Why? Why did this cruel cycle go on? She remembered the time she and Vanille had gone to the gorge to bust up the fal'cie and try to jumpstart their brains. And what had happened? A little boy had been made a l'cie, there was nothing in life for them, except the next battle, the next time you're brand jumped another level, the eye slowly looking at you. When the eye of you're brand opened fully, you were cie'th.

She opened them when he told her what his focus was. So he couldn't be a pulse l'cie...was it possible that he was a sanctum? But he wasn't even from this world, how could he have a focus that dealt with his best friend who was not even on this planet? She felt the sorrow in his voice, but she did not say anything. That was a l'cie for you, your world was full of hurt and sorrow, battles and exhaustion.

But he finally asked what happened to l'cie. Meeting his eyes, she imagined all the l'cie on Gran Pulse who had failed at their focus. The l'cie weren't feared in Pulse as they were on Cocoon. “The lucky ones complete their focus. When you complete you're focus the fal'cie grant you eternal life in a crystal.” That didn't sound so bad, but really what good was it? You were dead to those around you, and though you had the odd chance of waking up, you did not know when. It had been 500 years of slumber for her and Vanille before they had finally woken up. “And then there are those who fail. When you fail you're focus you get turned into a cie'th...a mindless monster thats destined to wander around until someone comes and puts it out of its misery.” She had there for a moment, wished she could just forget her focus like Vanille seemed to want to do. But now, after telling Angeal what happened she once again realized what she had to do. She wouldn't let Vanille be turned into a monster.

The next time he spoke the hands that had been flat against his chest suddenly tightened, her fingers biting into the cloth and armor he had there. She was torn, but she couldn't! This was what she had feared, he wouldn't just let it go easily and just let her walk away. Of course not, nothing could ever be easy. She pushed against his chest, trying to dislodge herself from his arms. She kept trying to escape, but she wasn't using her full strength because she was torn between her two emotions. “Let me go!” She said as she pushed against his chest again. She was in a bit of a panic, though she looked in control. “No. I can't do that to you, to myself, I have no future. Nothing.” She squirmed, it was hurting her, thinking about a future when she had none. “After I'm done with this focus, theres no goin' back, the only thing left of me in the end is a crystal, or a beast that someone has to kill.”

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Notes: The song barbie girl just popped into my head and I have noooooo idea why rofl *Random*

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal was not too keen on the whole ''being a crystal for eternity'' thing. It sucked enough that he had to kill an old friend, but he got nothing but being a crystal in return, she seemed to be beside herself. And as soon as he gave that comment about the both of them, she started pushing him away. He could tell, however, that she did not want him to let go because of the little amount of force she was using. She had an unbridled amount of strength and he could tell she was afraid of what he said. So he held her closer, the most important thing is to make sure she felt that he was there and wasn't going anywhere no matter how many times he was punched, or shot at, or damn near had his wing clipped.

''What is so bad about letting someone in, it's not as if my trustworthiness has not been proven. What is the problem?'', he asked making sure to pull her closer to him. Then he thought that maybe she was right and he loosened his grip around her waist, his hands fell to his waist and he began to think inwardly. Maybe he was not the kind of man any woman would want to fall in league with. Which was understandable, not only was he a danger to himself before, as well as others, but now that he was a l'cie he surely wouldn't be able to find a woman willing to deal with his dangerous lifestyle.

His hands rested at his side, soon enough he would be able to get over it, after all his entire life he only had the luxury of a few friends, so being alone was not foreign to him. The smell of blood permeated the air from Angeal's handy work, then the thought hit him, becoming a cie'th would not be too much different from what he was. He was always a monster, and he had the presence of mind to know it which was hurtful. At least as a cie'th he wouldn't know what he was doing, and he couldn't see his sins put into action. But until that time came, he was just a cie'th with conscious thought.

''No future? Everyone has a future, this is the future technically from a few seconds ago'', he said looking at her with a look of wonder on his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, she sounded just like a pure misanthrope.

[Angeal Hewley]

Angeal was not too keen on the whole ''being a crystal for eternity'' thing. It sucked enough that he had to kill an old friend, but he got nothing but being a crystal in return, she seemed to be beside herself. And as soon as he gave that comment about the both of them, she started pushing him away. He could tell, however, that she did not want him to let go because of the little amount of force she was using. She had an unbridled amount of strength and he could tell she was afraid of what he said. So he held her closer, the most important thing is to make sure she felt that he was there and wasn't going anywhere no matter how many times he was punched, or shot at, or damn near had his wing clipped.

''What is so bad about letting someone in, it's not as if my trustworthiness has not been proven. What is the problem?'', he asked making sure to pull her closer to him. Then he thought that maybe she was right and he loosened his grip around her waist, his hands fell to his waist and he began to think inwardly. Maybe he was not the kind of man any woman would want to fall in league with. Which was understandable, not only was he a danger to himself before, as well as others, but now that he was a l'cie he surely wouldn't be able to find a woman willing to deal with his dangerous lifestyle.

His hands rested at his side, soon enough he would be able to get over it, after all his entire life he only had the luxury of a few friends, so being alone was not foreign to him. The smell of blood permeated the air from Angeal's handy work, then the thought hit him, becoming a cie'th would not be too much different from what he was. He was always a monster, and he had the presence of mind to know it which was hurtful. At least as a cie'th he wouldn't know what he was doing, and he couldn't see his sins put into action. But until that time came, he was just a cie'th with conscious thought.

''No future? Everyone has a future, this is the future technically from a few seconds ago'', he said looking at her with a look of wonder on his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, she sounded just like someone who had no will, which was the opposite of what he knew she was.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

After struggling for a moment Fang just stood there, but her body was tense and she still pressed against his chest. She should just for serious get away and run, but that went against the grain. She didn't run from anything or anyone. Struggling had only made her succeed in getting held tighter against him, so that wasn't working out for her. She finally figured out what he was trying to tell her by holding her so tightly...he wasn't going to leave. Well wasn't that just great. She felt an overwhelming sense of trust and yet stubbornness. Couldn't he see that they could never be together? Obviously he could take her head on, she had hit him how many times? And he was still there, that was something, but still...

What was the problem? “Whats the problem with letting someone in?! Because then you have something that could be held against you. And in my life I cant afford to make mistakes. Because...you have something you want to live for even if you know its not possible. You want to dream, but you can't.” She was suddenly released and stepped back quickly, her eyes guarded. “The only person I've let in that hasn't been killed is a girl that I would die to save. My family, friends from when I was young, they're all gone Angeal Being close to people only brings you pain.” She turned away and ran a hand through her hair again, suddenly a vision of Pulse before the war of transgressions flashed through her memory. “You must know what its like, how can you truly let someone in, knowing full well they will be taken away from you at some point in your life.” She stared blankly off into the sky, hand was clenched into a fist.

She didn't say anything for a second when he told her that there was a future for everyone. “I didn't mean a future as in the next few seconds, I mean a future that spans on past the next fight, the next time I have to go up against Cocoon, the next time my focus is completed.” Fang looked down at her brand, scorched, for now, on her left shoulder. The damn thing was one thing she hated. She suddenly felt like she had no energy, this was the exact reason why she didn't let a damn soul in, because the pain of completing a focus and knowing you have to leave someone behind that you care about was much worse then simply completing a focus and turning to crystal. If she were any less controlled she might be crying right now, but she refused to cry. She hadn't cried since she was a young girl dealing with the loss of her family. She suddenly looked over at him, “Why am I so important you'd deal with my crap anyway? You should have left after that first time hitting you.” She said, genuinely puzzled.

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[Angeal Hewley]

''Simple. None of them hurt'', he said chuckling and rubbing his jaw, he had taken much harder punches to the face, and these were much well....weaker than some of those. Angeal smiled at her, sure enough he was not going anywhere, and he would do what it took to make her realize this. ''You have to take each battle one at a time Fang, one who focuses on the far away objects lose focus on what is in their face'', he said walking over to her and pressing himself against her back and hugging her from behind around the waist. ''I am here with you because I know the perils of battle, I am not afraid. If you can fight a battle and risk your life with valor and bravery, then look at me as another battle. I'm not going anywhere and I will do my damn best to make sure you have a future.''

His arms still secured around her waist he placed his chin on the side of her neck so their faces were placed side by side. ''The last thing you have to worry about is me going anywhere, and in case you haven't noticed, nobody can use me against you, they have to touch me first'', he said smiling and kissing her on the cheek still holding her tight in his embrace. ''Your ideas hold true, if the person you let in was unable to protect themselves, otherwise it's me, and I know what I'm doing'', he said.

''True enough, I have died, and I have felt death's embrace, but now that I am back I'm here to stay'', he said reassuringly so to hopefully make her feel better and maybe melt that ice berg around her heart. After all he was SOLDIER, First class, possibly one of the strongest and most skilled warriors on the planet from which he hailed. What wasn't she getting, he wasn't someone she had to worry about.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

Fang raised her brow and put her hands on her hips. None of them had hurt? That made her get out of her slump and shake her head, returning to her normal self. “Well then apparently I didn't hit you hard enough.” She was going to try not to hit him again, but with how the day had been going, that promise might be hard to keep. She tried to hold her smile back but failed at it when he now lectured her about keeping focus. She hadn't thought she'd meet anyone more focused then she was, but she might have just met one. Why was he hugging her all the time anyway? She hadn't gotten so many hugs in her entire life. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was when yet again he was wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

She resisted for a few seconds before allowing him to hug her to him. She didn't respond for awhile, just stood there, looking off into the distance. She felt that stubbornness well up in her again, almost making her open her mouth and tell him once again that she couldn't have a future. Still she didn't do that, just wondered what the future would bring. Would she finally figure out her focus? Would she and Vanille complete it? Would they turn into cie'th? A crystal? She wished she knew...but it would come soon enough. Another battle? She wanted to laugh, “You're definitely a battle alright. Who else could be as stubborn as me? Or come to think of it, get away with hugging me?” Not many, he should view himself lucky she even let him touch her.

She didn't move a muscle, just stood there. She smirked, “That IS what I have to worry about, you not going anywhere. I've already figured out that you're not going to leave...stubborn man.” She did feel a bit better when he mentioned that he could take care of himself. That was true...having friends that could take care of themselves was a plus, and he could definitely do that. “Do you always need to win conversations?” She asked suddenly, turning her head slightly so that she was more or less looking up and back at him. “Because I'm finding it hard to believe I've met anyone thats just as stubborn as me, if not more so.”

“Somehow I think you're just way to damn stubborn to die.” For some reason that description seemed apt. So she didn't have to worry about him, but that didn't mean she had any good in the future. Still, he just seemed to need to contradict her when she said that, so maybe she should just not say anything at all on the subject. A kiss on the cheek even? She almost reached up to touch her cheek, but resisted that impulse, nothing would melt her heart. Still, she had told Angeal things she wouldn't even tell Vanille, like her worries, or the fact that she even had any worries. Vanille thought she was just hard, calloused and didn't worry, but that wasn't the case, she just chose not to show it. "If I make it through this, would you visit Gran Pulse?"

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[Angeal Hewley]

No fear, no regret, these were all creeds of his, he lived every moment like it was his last. One could guess that this is why he does the things he is doing regarding Fang, she was violent and such, but like he said on numerous occasions, there is someone that settles a warrior. It seems that they had found their cohesion, because while she was in his arms he felt like he was complete, for the first time in a long time without having a blade in his hand. And although one was nearby he was only focusing on her and what dilemmas she was facing at this time. ''I'm stubborn? Hah, you my dead lady are the epitome of the word, I have never seen one so hell bent on pushing me away.'' He smiled down at her, a genuine one at that, the likes of which hadn't crossed Angeal's face in a dog's age.

''I don't win, I mean, but I could just win them so much that it's become like second nature now'', he said laughing smugly now, at least she knew he had a will to win. Or maybe that will IS the stubbornness she was referring to earlier. His arms still secured around her. ''I am too stubborn to die. That's why I came back I assume'', when in actuality he was completely aloof as to why he was alive again, but he had to make himself seem cool as if the side burns and big ass sword weren't enough already (XD I had to ).

''Of course I will, and I look forward to it because you WILL make it, that's not an option. I will make my focus as well just so I can see you there'', he said reassuringly. There was no way in hell he was gonna let this fal'cie thing beat him, it was impossible.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

~HighWind Nightmare~
"You want to keep breathing? Shut up and come quiet."

She nodded, “Yeah I know I'm a stubborn cuss, but don't be telling me you aren't, because I don't think anyone would believe you. Besides, I have my reasons.” For some reason she didn't believe he smiled all that much, but she didn't comment on it. Still, though she wouldn't admit it, she did like being with him, he could hold his own against her, which wasn't easy. Was that why she was so drawn to him? Because he wasn't scared off by her strength? She wasn't sure, but she still didn't think she should get to attached, yet it was harder and harder to do what she kept telling herself she should. Not, of course, that she was some lovestruck school girl, 500 years of crystal stasis would take that out of somebody.

She shook her head, “Wipe that smug look roight off you're face.” She warned with a sideways glance, her eyes watching him. That was just about as teasing as she could get, although her voice held a quality that said she meant what she said. Suddenly something caught her attention. “Came back? Whats that supposed to mean?” She had her ideas of what that meant, but how did someone come back from the dead? Being in a crystal could be labeled as dead by some people, but it wasn't the same thing. She had a chance, but she wasn't sure anyone around her could come back to life from the living. So he must be talking about something else.

She suddenly cocked her head, and though it was somewhat cramped with his arms around her, she managed to turn around so she was facing him. Arms pressed up against his chest as she crossed them and gave him a 'well aren't you confident in life' look. “What makes you so sure of that?” She was once again surprised at just how big he was. Did his mother feed him miracle grow or something? She smiled at the thought of Gran Pulse, really smiled. “Make sure you bring that sword though, life in Gran Pulse is definitely more exciting then it is here in Cocoon.” She could see the beasts that dotted the land, and the fluffy sheep that miraculously survived even though they were defenseless, the only thing, it seemed, that wasn't mercilessly killed off. She glanced around before sighing and glancing at his body, “Hows the wound feeling?”

Words: 537
Muse: alright
Notes: You just had to mention the sideburns didn't you...xDD

[Angeal Hewley]

He did not know what her turning around meant, maybe she wanted another kiss, or maybe she was gonna hit him again, but he froze in anticipation regardless. He looked into her to an extent, hoping it would be the latter, then she spoke about him 'coming back'. The fact of the matter was that Angeal was not sure how he came back from the dead but he knew that he wasn't going back. ''Um, I died on my old planet Gaia, and I came back here for some reason, don't ask me how because I'm probably just as confused as you are, if not maybe more'', he said still with his ands clasped around her and her hands to his chest.

''Well I'm sure because I have someone to live for now, I made you a promise just now that I will not fail or leave you. And it is a promise that I intend to keep'', he was not one with little resolve on a regular basis, but the fact that he had a person that he wanted to be near now gave him even more determination than that that was already apparent in him. ''I'm here to stay with you, so now I am going to be resolute in my fight'', he said.

''Me ... not bring my sword? That's something you will never in your life see, Angeal without a sword. They go together like Fries and ketchup, sand and desert, Fang and that guy with the wing....'', he said smirking leaving the last example to her imagination even though it was pretty apparent what he wanted her to take from it. He was always kind of slacking in the wit department, but as of late he had been providing gold for those who liked humor. ''What's so different about the two worlds?''. He was sure it couldn't be worse than Midgar, but then again you could never know.