Disclaimer: Here's the next part of the saga of Raven and Seifer. Hadn't any idea what to call it so named it this. Peace and review.
Untwining
He knew he shouldn't have done that. He knew he shouldn't have sent a telepathic warning to that blond kid Seifer but he did.
He just couldn't stand it that his baby sister had to put up with such a lowlife. He wasn't worth her. She was much better than he could ever be.
Anger burned through his mind, flickering his eyes between the usual dark brown and a sooty red. This is entirely her mother's fault. If she hadn't sent her here none of this would have happen. But he really couldn't blame Demeter. After all, Raven was a beautiful 123-year-old.
Ares sighed and rubbed his temples hard. Being a headmaster to a bunch of teenagers with raging hormones was really putting a strain on him. Why couldn't he have picked a better way to get back into Raven's life? Why in Zeus's name did he have to pick a schoolteacher?
And he knew why.
This, unfortunately, was the only way she would ever trust him again.
*
"How can you be his sister and his niece?" Seifer asked, touching her wrist gently.
"I'm not his niece; I'm his sister." She wiped the tears from her face and looked at him.
"Uh, okay." He touched her face, "How come you never told me?"
"Well, uh, there are some things that I've done and I knew that you knew that there would be some very weird and embarrassing questions that you and Squall would ask and I don't thing I wanted to answer them." She looked away and he hissed her neck.
"What about Gen?" He asked.
"She's known about me and everything I've ever done forever. Her family and Ares have kept in touch since before either of us were born." She turned back to him.
"She knows everything I don't?" He said.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you tell me?" He asked, smiling slightly.
"I've lived a long time."
She saw the look on his face, his eyes obscured by blond bangs, "how long."
"Why don't i tell my story and you keep track..."
Untwining
He knew he shouldn't have done that. He knew he shouldn't have sent a telepathic warning to that blond kid Seifer but he did.
He just couldn't stand it that his baby sister had to put up with such a lowlife. He wasn't worth her. She was much better than he could ever be.
Anger burned through his mind, flickering his eyes between the usual dark brown and a sooty red. This is entirely her mother's fault. If she hadn't sent her here none of this would have happen. But he really couldn't blame Demeter. After all, Raven was a beautiful 123-year-old.
Ares sighed and rubbed his temples hard. Being a headmaster to a bunch of teenagers with raging hormones was really putting a strain on him. Why couldn't he have picked a better way to get back into Raven's life? Why in Zeus's name did he have to pick a schoolteacher?
And he knew why.
This, unfortunately, was the only way she would ever trust him again.
*
"How can you be his sister and his niece?" Seifer asked, touching her wrist gently.
"I'm not his niece; I'm his sister." She wiped the tears from her face and looked at him.
"Uh, okay." He touched her face, "How come you never told me?"
"Well, uh, there are some things that I've done and I knew that you knew that there would be some very weird and embarrassing questions that you and Squall would ask and I don't thing I wanted to answer them." She looked away and he hissed her neck.
"What about Gen?" He asked.
"She's known about me and everything I've ever done forever. Her family and Ares have kept in touch since before either of us were born." She turned back to him.
"She knows everything I don't?" He said.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you tell me?" He asked, smiling slightly.
"I've lived a long time."
She saw the look on his face, his eyes obscured by blond bangs, "how long."
"Why don't i tell my story and you keep track..."