Disclaimer: Only one character in this fan fiction is mine. Ieira Carmen
belongs to the author of this fan fiction, every other character belongs to
Squaresoft©. This fan fiction is to be enjoyed by people over the age of
13 as it contains mild - strong language and some mildly steamy scenes.
(Though I will inform the readers when this will happen). Hope you like
it. here goes.
Chapter One:
I was once like them. Normal, normal feelings, normal life. I see your face and I realise what changed. It wasn't meant to be this way. Not at all. It wasn't planned, but in a way, I know it was for the best. I just want to say, how I wish I could have done this sooner. I just wanted to apologise and to thank you. Thank you my angel.
*Stop talking it makes you seem weaker.*
I remember when he took you on at Balamb. I was sat, cold and heartless, writing my notes for my next class. You walked in, nervous, quivering. I looked up and was stunned. A chill down my rigid spine. A burning sensation in my chest. You were indescribable. My eyes pierced your tiny frame. You looked straight at me, a look of fear, but a look of understanding. Things changed.
*You know it changed, you felt it. I can't believe she knew.*
I tried to give you a warm smile, well as warm as I could. You swept your long, fiery hair from out of your face and smiled. That smile. It cracked the ice in me. Your emerald eyes sparkled and you held out your hand for me to shake. I took it. A burst of electric. You captivated me.
*I don't want this to fade; I'm useless without her.*
You spoke. That voice was so sweet it dripped with the essence of honey. I wanted to be able to taste those words. "Hello, my name is Ieira. Did the headmaster inform you that I was to be taking over the first year training sessions?" I nodded at you. Smiled again, trying hard not to stutter as I told you my name and my area of staff. You smiled back at me. "What an unusual name. It's really cool though. I like it." You stood up and stretched, picking up your rucksack. You grinned at me, impish and delightful. Your weapons were at your waist. Your throwing stars, your sai, the glint of a katana in its sheath, all attached to your leather belt. "I know what you're thinking. Lots of weapons on there. I only use the stars and katana's if I need to. I think I'll need to tell the students that, otherwise they'll think I'm a psycho." You laughed. It hit my ears, pleasuring them. The sound of a babbling brook was filling them. Sheer delight. I wanted you.
*I have her, but for how long?*
You smoothed out your clothes. That pair of black leather trousers, clinging to your curves. The bright silver buckles on the sides, gleaming like your weapons. Your top, that black satin that covered your bosom. The delicate silver embroidery accentuating your assets. You looked wonderful.
*Oh let that image stay in my mind. It reminds me that she is real.*
"Wish me luck, first class and all," your words made me smile as I wished you luck. You spun around quickly, your scarlet hair flying about you like a cape. You looked back at me over your satin shoulder and spoke again. "See you around, Instructor."
*Stop being selfish. It's what she wants. Always what she wants. Remember. Learn.*
Door closed silently behind you. I stood up. Class notes unfinished; mind elsewhere, I got ready to instruct the young trainees. I left the staff office, an unusual feeling stirring in my chest.
Chapter One:
I was once like them. Normal, normal feelings, normal life. I see your face and I realise what changed. It wasn't meant to be this way. Not at all. It wasn't planned, but in a way, I know it was for the best. I just want to say, how I wish I could have done this sooner. I just wanted to apologise and to thank you. Thank you my angel.
*Stop talking it makes you seem weaker.*
I remember when he took you on at Balamb. I was sat, cold and heartless, writing my notes for my next class. You walked in, nervous, quivering. I looked up and was stunned. A chill down my rigid spine. A burning sensation in my chest. You were indescribable. My eyes pierced your tiny frame. You looked straight at me, a look of fear, but a look of understanding. Things changed.
*You know it changed, you felt it. I can't believe she knew.*
I tried to give you a warm smile, well as warm as I could. You swept your long, fiery hair from out of your face and smiled. That smile. It cracked the ice in me. Your emerald eyes sparkled and you held out your hand for me to shake. I took it. A burst of electric. You captivated me.
*I don't want this to fade; I'm useless without her.*
You spoke. That voice was so sweet it dripped with the essence of honey. I wanted to be able to taste those words. "Hello, my name is Ieira. Did the headmaster inform you that I was to be taking over the first year training sessions?" I nodded at you. Smiled again, trying hard not to stutter as I told you my name and my area of staff. You smiled back at me. "What an unusual name. It's really cool though. I like it." You stood up and stretched, picking up your rucksack. You grinned at me, impish and delightful. Your weapons were at your waist. Your throwing stars, your sai, the glint of a katana in its sheath, all attached to your leather belt. "I know what you're thinking. Lots of weapons on there. I only use the stars and katana's if I need to. I think I'll need to tell the students that, otherwise they'll think I'm a psycho." You laughed. It hit my ears, pleasuring them. The sound of a babbling brook was filling them. Sheer delight. I wanted you.
*I have her, but for how long?*
You smoothed out your clothes. That pair of black leather trousers, clinging to your curves. The bright silver buckles on the sides, gleaming like your weapons. Your top, that black satin that covered your bosom. The delicate silver embroidery accentuating your assets. You looked wonderful.
*Oh let that image stay in my mind. It reminds me that she is real.*
"Wish me luck, first class and all," your words made me smile as I wished you luck. You spun around quickly, your scarlet hair flying about you like a cape. You looked back at me over your satin shoulder and spoke again. "See you around, Instructor."
*Stop being selfish. It's what she wants. Always what she wants. Remember. Learn.*
Door closed silently behind you. I stood up. Class notes unfinished; mind elsewhere, I got ready to instruct the young trainees. I left the staff office, an unusual feeling stirring in my chest.