A/N: Oh I'm so excited. I'm having so much fun writing that I'm just flowing with ideas. I'm leaning more on BBS right now, but watching a few theater cutscenes for 3D will defiantly get me to write something Xehanort related because I really want to.
TYPO MANIA! After reading this over, I noticed just how much spell check sucks, so I'm revising all my newer stuff for typos and republishing the story. Sorry if you think something has a new chapter and whatnot.
Aqua
It wasn't easy being a true warrior. All the training, physical and mental stress could really make anyone not up to the task want to quit.
It was even harder being a warrior of the Keyblade. Aqua couldn't do like most sword wielders and settle down in a remote village and protect it from attackers. No, she had a greater responsibility, one that could shape the fate of the universe.
Then there was the fact that she was a woman.
Though wielding a Keyblade wasn't exactly a selective gender sort of thing, she wasn't ignorant of how many men thought of her. During her time traveling to other worlds, as part of training assignments, she was faced with all kinds of discrimination and rude comments. As much as she wanted to, she didn't cry, shout, or punch the smug grins off the brute's faces. She stood tall and proud, ignoring them and continuing on her way.
Finally, there was also her gift and curse of beauty.
She couldn't deny it, nobody could. It wasn't like she actively dolled herself up, it just sort of, happened.
Her hair used to be much longer, but it got in the way so she took come scissors and carelessly chopped it all off. Much to her surprise, the hair cut suited her well. As a requirement of living with Master Eraqus, she ate healthy foods and drank mostly water or tea. As a result, her skin was perfectly even without a single blemish.
Her sense of fashion wasn't helping much either. She wasn't trying to look delicate; she just wanted to keep warm while still being able to move at max speed. Her thigh highs worked well on her legs, and her sleeves kept the chill off her when practicing through the night. Not wanting to waste high quality cloth, she just kept the rest of it on her.
She got many stares to her rather ample chest too, as much as she hated it. Being on a world literally with nothing but men left little room for bras and she couldn't use up all the bandages to bind her chest. So she just made due with the materials she could find.
Her armor wasn't much of a help either. Being made of magic meant that some things would naturally be crafted, like how well it fit her form.
Though fate seemed to enjoy poking fun at her, she still had the three males in her life that respected her and treated her like family. And that was enough.