This will be the last chapter for a while. I haven't been feeling up to writing lately. I hope I can come up with something soon. At least something other than for the end. The Copyright stuff I'll deal with at the end.
Ch. 3 First Day
Seraph hurried from the administration office with her list of classes. She was glad she had gotten most of her choices on classes. Her schedule was a little different then she had expected though. Seraph had thought she would go to a class, stay there for an hour and then go to the next. But Kalm seemed to want to try a new schedule out. Now Seraph went to a class for almost the whole day, barring lunch and P.E. Then the next day she would go to her second class and so on for the rest of the week. It might have seemed odd to some people, but it was rather efficient. Seraph looked around for room 127. She was in the mid 250's. The major problem with Kalm High was that it was planned for growth, so when it said 256 it didn't mean second floor room 56, it meant the 256th room in the building.
Seraph wandered around for what seemed like an eternity. Seraph had wanted to have as much time to look around as possible so she had told her Mom and Dad that school started an hour earlier. From what she could tell, the hour probably wasn't going to be enough. She was so busy looking at her student map (which was no help for finding anything except evacuation points) that she didn't notice the foot sticking out to trip her. When Seraph tripped on it she reacted quickly. Dropping her papers, she put her free left hand down to the ground and pushed against it. Using the momentum from her fall and the push, Seraph somersaulted and landed in perfect grace. Turning around, Seraph grasped her sword hilt just in case of trouble. Now in front of her where five teens her own age. They all had the look of bullies and they were all armed with a myriad of weapons. The leader, a heavy-set boy with a serrated blade, stepped forward.
"Oops. Sorry about that. You see, my friend Joun here, he can't control himself at times. Ain't that right Joun?"
A tiny, slim kid hopped up and down with a maniacal look on his face.
"That's right boss."
"Yeah see. And all of us, being the tight knit friends we are, are trying to help him get better."
"Just get to the point already. I'm trying to find my first class."
"'Trying to find my first class.'" Joun mocked in a high tone. "High and mighty aren't we?"
"No need to get uppity little miss. I'd hate to have to cut up a cute face like yours."
"If you idiots aren't getting to the point I'll just leave."
"Alright then sweetie. Give us all your money and you can leave here in one piece."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. If we want anything else, we'll just come round again sometime."
"Not what I asked. Are you done?"
"I did say there was no need to get uppity didn't I?"
"According to your plan, you're not going to leave until you've either taken my money, or you've pummeled me into the ground."
"Catches on quick, doesn't she?"
"I might as well as end it quickly."
Seraph pulled out the One Wing. She took quick inventory of her surroundings. Then Seraph locked onto her targets. Five close together and one far behind them. Against bullies, as her father had always told her, first try a psychological blow first so as to test their mettle. Seraph ran forward and cut upwards against the leader's sword and jumped back to where she was standing. Obviously the gang had completely missed it, until the leader suddenly noticed that for a serrated edge, his sword was rather lacking in that proper distinction. Now it looked more like a blade that had had it's edge completely cut off. The above edge was imbedded in the ceiling. The gang's ranks broke fast and they all ran. Right into the sixth person.
Seraph picked up her scattered papers and sheathed her sword. Standing up, Seraph turned to face the sixth person who was standing in front of her. Seraph looked over the boy's shoulder at the unconscious gang members. Seraph faced the boy. He was her height and of similar build. His brown hair and hazel eyes both seemed to flash blood red every so often. His clothes were simple enough to be almost bland, but looked battle ready. He was leaning on a heavy-looking sword, staring at her with a questioning look. He held out his hand in greeting.
"Hello."
"Did you have to knock 'em all out?"
"My job."
"Will I get k.o.'ed if I ask just what that is?"
"I patrol the halls, try to stop these guys from causing too much trouble."
Seraph shook the proffered hand.
"Thank you for your help."
"You seem quite capable of taking care of yourself to me." He said gazing up at the blade edge still embedded in the ceiling.
"Yeah well, I'm new here so I don't know my way around all that well. Could you tell me where classroom 127 is?"
"Odd coincidence. That's my Monday classroom. It's too far out of my way right now. You just follow me and we'll end up there eventually."
Seraph shrugged and followed the boy on his rounds. Something about him was weird. He just seemed so impersonal and yet familiar. Seraph searched her memory. She couldn't place his face to anyone she knew as a child, but then again that was years ago. Maybe a name would help.
"What's your name?"
"Huh?"
"I said what's your name?"
"Guine, San Guine."
"San. San, San, San, San, San."
"You have a problem with my name?"
"No, it just sounds so familiar."
"What's your name, if I my so ask?"
"Seraph Valentine. Where did I hear that name?"
"Don't worry. It'll come back to you. Come on. I'm almost finished anyway."
A while later.
"Well, I'm done." San said, consulting his watch. "I'll show you to class now."
"Good. This was getting boring."
"You could have wandered around on your own."
"I don't think so. My dad once told me never to say no when a good person is offering their help."
"What makes you say I'm a good person?"
"You are doing these rounds. And the strong silent type doesn't fit with 'evil.'"
"You're odd."
"And you're not? What? You have a problem with a girl that looks this good and doesn't giggle like an idiot at everything?"
San stopped and sighed. He turned around and looked as though he was going to say something. Seraph stopped as well and leaned forward, her hands behind her back. Seraph smiled mischievously and winked. San stiffened.
"Well? Something to say San?" Seraph said in a sultry voice.
San flinched as if he had been struck in the face, blushed fiercely and turned back around. He continued walking, albeit stiffly and fairly uncertainly. He kept almost hitting things. Despite San's newfound sense of bad equilibrium, they made their way to the first class.
I don't own nothing that's already owned by Square Enix. I do own Seraph Valentine and San Guine. Here's a trivia question for all you VII fans out there. What Limit Break has the most amount of possible hits? Answer on your reviews.
Ch. 3 First Day
Seraph hurried from the administration office with her list of classes. She was glad she had gotten most of her choices on classes. Her schedule was a little different then she had expected though. Seraph had thought she would go to a class, stay there for an hour and then go to the next. But Kalm seemed to want to try a new schedule out. Now Seraph went to a class for almost the whole day, barring lunch and P.E. Then the next day she would go to her second class and so on for the rest of the week. It might have seemed odd to some people, but it was rather efficient. Seraph looked around for room 127. She was in the mid 250's. The major problem with Kalm High was that it was planned for growth, so when it said 256 it didn't mean second floor room 56, it meant the 256th room in the building.
Seraph wandered around for what seemed like an eternity. Seraph had wanted to have as much time to look around as possible so she had told her Mom and Dad that school started an hour earlier. From what she could tell, the hour probably wasn't going to be enough. She was so busy looking at her student map (which was no help for finding anything except evacuation points) that she didn't notice the foot sticking out to trip her. When Seraph tripped on it she reacted quickly. Dropping her papers, she put her free left hand down to the ground and pushed against it. Using the momentum from her fall and the push, Seraph somersaulted and landed in perfect grace. Turning around, Seraph grasped her sword hilt just in case of trouble. Now in front of her where five teens her own age. They all had the look of bullies and they were all armed with a myriad of weapons. The leader, a heavy-set boy with a serrated blade, stepped forward.
"Oops. Sorry about that. You see, my friend Joun here, he can't control himself at times. Ain't that right Joun?"
A tiny, slim kid hopped up and down with a maniacal look on his face.
"That's right boss."
"Yeah see. And all of us, being the tight knit friends we are, are trying to help him get better."
"Just get to the point already. I'm trying to find my first class."
"'Trying to find my first class.'" Joun mocked in a high tone. "High and mighty aren't we?"
"No need to get uppity little miss. I'd hate to have to cut up a cute face like yours."
"If you idiots aren't getting to the point I'll just leave."
"Alright then sweetie. Give us all your money and you can leave here in one piece."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. If we want anything else, we'll just come round again sometime."
"Not what I asked. Are you done?"
"I did say there was no need to get uppity didn't I?"
"According to your plan, you're not going to leave until you've either taken my money, or you've pummeled me into the ground."
"Catches on quick, doesn't she?"
"I might as well as end it quickly."
Seraph pulled out the One Wing. She took quick inventory of her surroundings. Then Seraph locked onto her targets. Five close together and one far behind them. Against bullies, as her father had always told her, first try a psychological blow first so as to test their mettle. Seraph ran forward and cut upwards against the leader's sword and jumped back to where she was standing. Obviously the gang had completely missed it, until the leader suddenly noticed that for a serrated edge, his sword was rather lacking in that proper distinction. Now it looked more like a blade that had had it's edge completely cut off. The above edge was imbedded in the ceiling. The gang's ranks broke fast and they all ran. Right into the sixth person.
Seraph picked up her scattered papers and sheathed her sword. Standing up, Seraph turned to face the sixth person who was standing in front of her. Seraph looked over the boy's shoulder at the unconscious gang members. Seraph faced the boy. He was her height and of similar build. His brown hair and hazel eyes both seemed to flash blood red every so often. His clothes were simple enough to be almost bland, but looked battle ready. He was leaning on a heavy-looking sword, staring at her with a questioning look. He held out his hand in greeting.
"Hello."
"Did you have to knock 'em all out?"
"My job."
"Will I get k.o.'ed if I ask just what that is?"
"I patrol the halls, try to stop these guys from causing too much trouble."
Seraph shook the proffered hand.
"Thank you for your help."
"You seem quite capable of taking care of yourself to me." He said gazing up at the blade edge still embedded in the ceiling.
"Yeah well, I'm new here so I don't know my way around all that well. Could you tell me where classroom 127 is?"
"Odd coincidence. That's my Monday classroom. It's too far out of my way right now. You just follow me and we'll end up there eventually."
Seraph shrugged and followed the boy on his rounds. Something about him was weird. He just seemed so impersonal and yet familiar. Seraph searched her memory. She couldn't place his face to anyone she knew as a child, but then again that was years ago. Maybe a name would help.
"What's your name?"
"Huh?"
"I said what's your name?"
"Guine, San Guine."
"San. San, San, San, San, San."
"You have a problem with my name?"
"No, it just sounds so familiar."
"What's your name, if I my so ask?"
"Seraph Valentine. Where did I hear that name?"
"Don't worry. It'll come back to you. Come on. I'm almost finished anyway."
A while later.
"Well, I'm done." San said, consulting his watch. "I'll show you to class now."
"Good. This was getting boring."
"You could have wandered around on your own."
"I don't think so. My dad once told me never to say no when a good person is offering their help."
"What makes you say I'm a good person?"
"You are doing these rounds. And the strong silent type doesn't fit with 'evil.'"
"You're odd."
"And you're not? What? You have a problem with a girl that looks this good and doesn't giggle like an idiot at everything?"
San stopped and sighed. He turned around and looked as though he was going to say something. Seraph stopped as well and leaned forward, her hands behind her back. Seraph smiled mischievously and winked. San stiffened.
"Well? Something to say San?" Seraph said in a sultry voice.
San flinched as if he had been struck in the face, blushed fiercely and turned back around. He continued walking, albeit stiffly and fairly uncertainly. He kept almost hitting things. Despite San's newfound sense of bad equilibrium, they made their way to the first class.
I don't own nothing that's already owned by Square Enix. I do own Seraph Valentine and San Guine. Here's a trivia question for all you VII fans out there. What Limit Break has the most amount of possible hits? Answer on your reviews.
