(a/n: i don't own soul calibur...namco does. gahh!!)
Chapter 1: Paranoia's Gunslinger
Nobody expected him to love anyone; or anyone to love him back. He was teased, ridiculed, mocked, and mortified. He slowly became scared of rejection. In all his paranoia, Voldo never gave up hope that somewhere in this cruel world, there was a woman God made just for him...
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The grey haired woman sat in her mansion in deep thought. So often was she compared to the Greek goddess Athena; so many men wanted to marry her, but she refused every offer. She waited for a man who loved her for who she was, not for her bust size. Isabella "Ivy" Valentine stared into the flickering flames of the hearth. With her glass of scotch, she stuck to her guns and waited...
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Voldo looked out his window, with the curtains drawn ever so slightly. He watched the Ivy woman with great interest. He didn't stare at her in a perverted way (which so many people accused him of), he just...studied her. He studied the way her pre mature grey hair shone in the fire light, how her delicate hand grasped the glass of liquor, how her cobalt blue eyes became a deep purple in the orange light. He studied her like an artist. Her beauty marveled him...
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Ivy could feel someone watching her. She quickly turned her head around in a flash...but no one was there. She stared at her glass of liquor and shook her head. She set the glass down and glanced at the old grandfather clock and it gave off a deep baritone chime. 10 o' clock. Ivy gathered up her things and went to her chambers for a night's rest...
(a/n: all right!!! 1st chapter done!! tell me what ya thought of that, no flames plz. i'm working really hard on this story, and trying to spread the ivyxvoldo love around man. gahathnx!!)