PROLOGUE

I'm a young woman who leads a life. It can be simple, it can be a bit complex. But that is life and it is hard. It won't get easier unless you make it easier, and even if you succeed in that, life needs to be complex so I can guarantee you that it will become hard again.

You can't escape.

I'm generally complex. I actually pity any guy that wants to get with me, because even if I don't realise it I confuse and disrupt things. I am a bit of an indifferent sociopath but for those near and dear to me, but I'll always listen and I always have a soft spot for those like minded.

I'm told my appeal lies in my unique looks, my brilliant mind, and odd sexual behaviour (my anxiety manifests itself in what most term 'odd ways'), with not to mention my impeccable strange blend of taste.

I've been told that I'm strange, generous, calm and passionate (about somethings).

However, these are just words. They mean nothing without proof.

I have no dire need for a career, and my future wants are vague to be honest. All I've ever wanted to do is fly in an airship.

I already helped save the world before my twenties, I can wield a sword like no other, my knowledge and skill in battle is unrelenting and terrifying.

And yet in my early teens… Well, that's why you're here. Reading this. To find out.

I'm Paine. I've got a very sarcastic sadistic streak. I play an underdog you can't help but see in a borderline perspective. You hate to love me, but you do. You cannot resist me, don't even try. I was once told, with the way I articulate, my mannerisms using such calculated gestures, and penetrating stare, I could make anything sexy and powerfully convincing. Yes, I still can, and do manipulate most people with this. I'm private to the point of paranoia, as noted by many.

I was born in Bevelle. My father a high-priest, was always disappointed with the fact that I wasn't a boy. My mother also died in Child birth. So he had plenty of reasons to hate me. I ran away when I was 15.

I should also point out that Paine isn't my birth name.

Really; you shouldn't be that surprised. What sort of parent- A high Priest of Yevon no less- would name their child Paine of all things?

No, my name was Inori Shinjiru.

And this is my story.