Title: Midgard's Finest

Summary: Elyon is training hard to become a transcendent high priest. To do this, she must either join a party of youth sharing the same ambition, or join a group of people that can help her train. Unfortunately for her, her brother just happens to be a member of Midgard's most celebrated guild.

Disclaimer:I don't own ragnarok…nuff said .

Here's chappie number two…


Chap Title: Things Just Keeps Getting Worse

The young priestess stood outside the door leading to the guild infirmary where her brother was currently tending to Mr. Guile, who just so happens to be the guild second in command. No wonder, his name sounded familiar. Guile. Eremes Guile, one of Midgard's most feared assassin of the cross. Yup, that's right. The man was the guild 2IC, and feared by many...

And she just broke his nose.

She was almost sorry. The keyword being almost. The man deserved it anyway. But, maybe, she over reacted just a little bit.

…

Just a little bit?

Elyon inwardly groaned and covered her face with both hands. Who was she kidding? She knocked the man unconscious!! Even if he did sorta deserve it for leering at her and for implying that she and her brother were…you know… That really pissed her off. But, then again, the guy did not know that they were siblings.

She sighed. This wasn't exactly how she planned her first day as an official member of the guild.

Oh, well, at least she left a hard impression on one of her superiors.

And hope, that the worse had just come to pass.

"Eh? Now who might you be?"

Damn. She spoke to soon.

Eremes Guile slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to rid of the haze only to regret it as a wave of throbbing pain hit him. "Auuugghh. My head," he moaned, both hands move to the side of his head, making small circular motions to dull the pain.

"Good morning, sunshine. Had a nice nap?"

The Assassin let out another groan, this time not because of the throb in his head but of the tone on the other man's voice. "Shut up," he griped, eliciting another grunt of pain as he tried to sit up. "Ahhh, gods, my head is killing me. What the hell happened?"

The Assassin regretted asking the question when the Paladin's lips twisted into a devious smirk.

"Well, my dear friend," the brunette began, "You, the pride of the Assassin of the Cross Union, just got your ass kicked…by a woman. A priestess to boot."

Ah, crap, yeah. Eremes thought grimly as it all came back to him. "Just so you know. She hits really hard. Who the hell was she anyway?"

"Oh, believe me, I know," Carl answered, knowing too well how it was to be in the receiving end of his sister ire. "She's my sister after all."

The purple haired assassin blinked. Wha? His what? "Huh?"

"I said she was my sister," the brunette answered patiently. "Do you want me to repeat that again?"

"Yeah," the Assassin answered absentmindedly, then shook his head, "I mean, she's your sister?"

The Paladin rolled his eyes but humored the man, "Yes, Guile, she's my sister."

Eremes paused, thinking, stealing a few glances at the other man. Now that Carl had mentioned it, the paladin and the priestess did look quite alike. The same dark hair, same dark green eyes. The priestess was practically the female version of her brother. He mentally slapped himself, why the hell didn't he see that before? Idiot! He was an assassin cross for goodness' sake. An Assassin of the Cross! They were supposed to be sharp-minded individuals who notice everything!

He even implied that…pause…blink…realization… "Oh, great Odin, no wonder she was so pissed," he groaned.

"Congratulations, you finally figured it out," Carl remarked dryly.

Eremes glared at paladin, and sighed. Okay, so maybe he deserved that. "So where's your, uh, sister? I guess I should apologize."

"She's right outside." Carl inclined his head towards the door.

"Right," the Assassin nodded slowly, "But first, my head is really killing me, could yo – "

"Hell, no."

"I haven't even fini – "

"I know what you were going to say."

"What makes you so su – "

"I won't use heal on you. You've had far worse injuries before, you can handle a simple headache. Besides, you deserve a little pain after what you did."

"You are a sadist," Eremes mumbled.

Carl smirked, "No, that's Aeron. I'm just protecting my little sister."

Eremes grumbled something unintelligible.

Seyren Windsor sighed as he leaned back on his chair, left hand automatically going to the right shoulder, massaging the tense muscles underneath.

It had been a tiring morning, once again, as it always was. And from the stacks of papers filed neatly on his desk, it was going to be a long afternoon as well, signing proposal, letters, contracts and whatever else everyone saw fit in making his life difficult.

But no matter how much he detested being stuck in the office doing paperwork; this was his job, his responsibility.

The lord knight sighed again. Despite the fame, glory and respect that it brings, being a guild leader wasn't exactly the most…what did the kids call it? Ah, yes, 'the most amazing job in the world.' A certain Sin-X would laugh at him for it, even encouraging the kids to become the leader of the best guild in Midgard, while he just stands there and smiles politely.

If they only knew.

What he needed was a break. Then he could wander around Midgard like he used to prior to thefoundation of the guild, or maybe he should take Prince Ran's offer and visit Amatsu. Ah, yes, that sounded nice.

However…

The only person whom he trusted enough to watch over the entire guild in his absence was currently away on a mission. No, he's not talking about his 2IC because Eremes Guile wasn't exactly the most…well, responsible person. Oh, the assassin cross was VERY good in what he does, but what he's good at doesn't exactly involve – in Eremes' own words – 'babysitting the guild'. And Seyren learned that the hard way. The first and the last time he left it under the purple-haired man's care resulted (among many other incidents) to a rather large hole in the western wing roof, where the officer's quarters were located.

Seyren sighed the third time, and closed his eyes. If a vacation away from the guild wasn't a good idea (for now, at least), a quick break from signing papers wouldn't hurt. A nap sounded really nice.

"Excuse me, sir." The door creaked open, "There's a letter for you from Comodo."

Damn it. For some reason, he had a feeling that whatever was inside that letter wasn't bound to be good and that feeling increased tenfold when he remembered that there was only one person he knew who had recently been to the town.

And he knew that his day was going bad to worse.

tbc..


note: I'm sure you've noticed by now, I'm using the names of the biolab clones for the characters. Well, that's because I suck at making names and the names of the clones are cool. hehe.. to avoid any confusion, the characters are not clones and have no relation whatsoever to the biolab clones aside from the name.