Wolf: I don't own the SeeD, Fenerir, or the teachers. Thanks for the reviews I'll try to update regularly. Also to the person who said I couldn't end it where I ended it I remind them that if I was a mean person I would stop writing this. But the chances and a) no, b) not likely, or c) all of the above.

Chapter 3: Lessons

" Aw man, I have magic first block," Casseil complained staring wide eye at his schedule. " At least I have target training after before lunch." Casseil took up one weapon, gun. Tal smirked as she bit into her muffin.

" I have shooting practice and then tutorial," Tal said taking the final bites of her chocolate muffin. Tal had taken up two weapons, hand to hand and aerial shooting. " How bout you, Alloran?" Alloran looked up from her schedule.

" Sorry, what did you say?" Alloran asked yawning. She had a nightmare that the sky turned dark and a shadow seemed to reap the land to shreds. Fenerir told her it was nothing but she wasn't quite sure.

" I asked what you had this morning," Tal rapped on Alloran's head. Alloran gave Tal a soft push.

" Magic and then tutorial," Alloran frowned. Talk about boring. Listening to teachers blabbing away all morning. Casseil laughed. Tal just "accidentally" dropped her napkin and bent under the table to get it.

" Sucks to be you!" He got up to trip finding his shoelaces had been tied together. " Tal!"

" I saw that in your future," Tal said feeling the air. Alloran laughed for the fist time in a long time. Ding, ding, first class. " I'll see you two later." Tal stuck out her tongue at Casseil before taking off to her first class.

" It says we was magic with instructor Trepe," Casseil muttered shooting the evil eye at Tal. Alloran remembered Quistis from registration. She was still trying to link up where she saw her eyes before. It really didn't matter, did it? They took the elevator and entered the closest classroom with three minutes to spare.

" Hello Alloran, Casseil, " they were greeted by Quistis at the door. A group of girls shot Alloran and Casseil death glares. Don't worry, they're just jealous she remembered your names on the first day. Fenerir said quietly in Alloran's mind. Why would they be jealous of that? Alloran asked Fenerir eyeing the group. Well it's not your looks, Fenerir laughed. If Fenerir weren't inside Alloran's mind she'd pound Fenerir.

" Take a seat anywhere," Quistis smiled returning to her desk. Alloran and Casseil shrugged and took seats near the back with some other students. . The group left the room so Quistis could teach the class. " Good morning, and welcome to magic class. Since this is your first year you won't be juntioning magic till your second years when you receive an assigned GF. This year you will be studying the usage and power." Quistis commanded, everyone seemed to straiten up.

" Each seat has a computer screen. You can access what you missed or the tutorial. When you are assigned a to a GF you may keep them here or keep them with you. Let's move onto the lesson." Quistis explained, as everyone seemed to turn on their computers. (A/N I'm not going to bother writing how the magic works since readers already know okay?) Alloran listened quietly counting off the minutes till her next class. Casseil was doing the same except he wasn't listening to a word Quistis said. Bring! Finally the torture was over.

" Move onto your next class! Those who have me next class take a three minute break!" Everyone seemed to stream out of the room till..." Alloran, can I talk to you?" Everyone eyed Alloran. What did she do? Casseil gave a wave and left to his next class. Alloran was left alone facing Quistis.

" What did I do wrong instructor?" Alloran sighed expecting the worst of this. " I already know I have you next class no need to remind me. Quistis just laughed quietly before replying.

" Nothing ,I just wanted to talk," the older women took a seat behind her desk. " Where did you get that necklace?" She pointed to Alloran's stone. This makes question 500, Fenerir seemed to purr. Well happy anniversary! Alloran thought sarcastically to the great being.

" I've always had it, instructor," Alloran shrugged. It was tiring telling people over and over she always had it. Quistis smirked.

" Does that mean you had it when you were born?" Quistis laughed as Alloran counted to one hundred. " You had to have got it from some where."

" I don't know then," Alloran said flatly. " Does that please you oh great instructor." Quistis smirked, Alloran thought most teachers would put her in detention for that.

" Yes, I'm sure that's enough for today," Quistis told her as they heard the next class come down the hall. Alloran turned to go back to her seat. " And Alloran, if you ever need to talk to anyone I'm available." Alloran stared at her teacher. Was she offering friendship?

" I'll keep that in mind."

" Hey Alloran!" Alloran turned to the door to face Tal. "Target practice was great. Rinoa is a really is a really good teacher." Tal and Alloran took seats at the back. " How was your class?" Alloran smirked at her friend.

" Can you define the word boring?" Tal laughed. In truth part of Alloran wanted to listen to everything while another felt like doing something more interesting.

" Settle down class !" Quistis told the class tapping her desk with a pencil. " Welcome to your second class. Tutorial will teach you the basics. You are expected to take this course as long as you are a student." A few kids snickered. Many whispered they probably wouldn't. " Those who don't will not be ready for the written exams and will not even make it to the field exam." All the kids stopped joking. " The tutorial is in your computer and can be reviewed upon. Today we'll start with combat." Alloran listened while looking out the window at the sea watching the birds dive for a fish or fish leaping out of the water.

" Alloran, can you repeat what I just said?" Quistis asked twenty minutes later. The class was waiting for Alloran to mess up.

" ' Limit Breaks can be accessed only through only the magic Aura or pain. Due to Aura being so rare most can only use limit through pain. Most who are desperate will call on emotional pain but few can contain it once they let their emotions get in the way', " Alloran recited every word perfectly. Most didn't know whether to be stunned or they needed to get their ears checked. Quistis nodded and continued.

" How did you do that?" Tal whispered to Alloran when Quistis stuck her nose in the book. " It looked as though you zoned out and then you say things I missed."

" It's a gift okay," Alloran whispered back as Quistis looked in their direction. Tal nodded and went back following Quistis on the tutorial on her computer.

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Bring! Second class over.

" That's all for today," Quistis shut her book. " I expect you to review on the library computers. Till then have a good day." The group that surrounded Quistis earlier filed in as the class left. Quistis winked at Alloran as her and Tal left for lunch. Down at the cafeteria Casseil was looking down.

" Hey Casseil," Alloran took a seat with her lunch of a hotdog and a coke. Casseil barely looked up.

" I stunk at target practice!" Casseil slammed his fist on the table. " I thought I was so good being one of the only few to hold the gun right and still standing after the shot! But Irvine's kid, Sef, shot two bulls eyes and the rest were close!" Tal patted him on the shoulder.

" Well, how many were in the class and what rank were you at?" Alloran asked. Casseil thought for awhile and started to blush.

" There were ten and I was in the top three," Tal, Casseil, and Alloran laughed about it.

" See, you were worried about nothing," Alloran smirked giving Casseil a shove.

" Yeah but now you and Tal are laughing at me," Casseil grinned taking a huge bite of his cheeseburger.

" WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR OUT OF HOTDOGS!?" Everyone turned around to find Zell yelling at the cafeteria ladies.

" We're sorry Zell but we sold the last two to Flare," one of the ladies explained. Zell seemed to go into a breakdown.

" I can't believe this! Betrayed be my only son!" Everyone in the cafeteria kept quiet not wanting a detention. Zell looked over and noticed Alloran smirking. Instead of turning pale his eyes seemed to be lit on fire. He quickly shook his head and walked away.

" So Alloran," Tal asked sipping her soda." What do you have?" Alloran finished her hotdog and replied.

" At least this makes up for my boring morning, hand to hand combat and gunblade training." Alloran told her friends. As Alloran and her friends finished their lunches, she had no idea how interesting her afternoon was going to be...

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" Where's instructor Zell?" Asked a kid as Alloran and Tal were waiting with the rest of the class. Alloran was relieved to know Flare wasn't in her class.

" Maybe he's refusing to work because he didn't get a hotdog," snickered another. At that moment Zell walked in smiling with a hotdog in hand.

" Good afternoon folks!" Zell announced . He looked at Alloran quickly and looked back at the class. " You'll learn a basic block and punch." Zell showed the class what to do then the class repeated the motions for one hour.

" Can I please get a volunteer to demonstrate what I want you to do in partners?" Many kids raised their hands. Zell looked them over. " I'll go with you." He pointed to Alloran. Be careful, he has fire in his eyes. Fenerir warned. Alloran looked at Zell's eyes, yep she saw the fire. Alloran faced Zell and nodded. " Just block and I'll attack."

Alloran and Zell started. Zell punched and Alloran blocked. It hurt! He stepped again and punched, Alloran blocked again. Pain shot up her arm. Something told her he was going harder at her then he would if he chose another person. Alloran kept blocking trying not to show pain. Didn't anyone else notice how hard he was going? Didn't they see the rage in his eye? Fenerir, a little help! Alloran screamed in her mind taking another hit. I'll try. Fenerir told her. She could feel Fenerir transferring over energy to her arms. Another five minutes later Zell finally stopped.

" Okay, try to take it easy. Take turns for the rest of the class," Zell told them looking over some sheets. Alloran and Tal started near the corner. Tal attacked first. Alloran's arms still hurt but it was better than facing Zell.

" Did you notice how hard he was going at you?" Tal said finally after they switched.

" You noticed?" Alloran grumbled letting out a punch. She remembered to rage in Zell's eyes. What did she do to make him angry?

" I'm surprised no one else noticed," Tal blocked. " They all seemed to be interested in Zell's movements to notice him doing anything wrong." Alloran was relieved she wasn't the only one to notice. Bring! The class ended.

" Okay class, remember to practice those skills on your own," Zell told the mostly happy class.

" Good luck next class," Tal told Alloran as she took the elevator to her next class. Alloran's next class was on the quad with commander Leonheart. Alloran was puzzled to find only Visser and Squall there.

" What are you doing here?" Visser asked. " This is for gunbladers, not little girls." Squall kept an emotionless face.

" Quiet Visser, Alloran and you are the only gunbladers in training in the first year." Squall seemed to add a bit of threat into his voice. " Most of todays class will be slashing dummies. Then you can try some together. "

" In slashing dummies does that mean I practice on him?" Alloran asked glancing at Visser.

" How dare you?!" Visser was turning a steady red. Squall gave the two the silencing glare.

" Let's begin, slash the dummy your own way at first. If I don't think your way is satisfactory I'll show you a different way." Squall ordered the two. Alloran and Visser went to opposite sides to avoid each.

Alloran walked up to the first dummy. She took Windtrecker out of the sheaf and looked at the target. As she stepped her body seemed to do the actions. She stepped in keeping Windtrecker cocked in with one hand and slashed across. Alloran stepped back, it wasn't a bad cut. She did the exact same over and over. Alloran looked over her shoulder to find Squall slightly more pale than usual. He nodded and walked over to inspect Visser's work. Visser ran in with his Revolver with two hands and slashed upward. The cut was approved by Squall. Alloran and Visser practiced for an hour before Squall stopped them.

" Good, now face each other. Transfer hits and blocks." Alloran and Visser faced each other. Alloran held Windtrecker with two hands ready. Visser Held Revolver to head level ready to strike. They waited looking at each other. " Go!"

Alloran and Visser's blades meet in the air. Alloran stepped to strike and Visser brought Revolver back and blocked. He didn't waste time on his attack. He brought Revolver into the upward position and aimed down. Alloran brought Windtrecker up to save herself. Visser was bigger and had a heavier gunblade. He continued to push Windtrecker down. Alloran then pulled her gunblade to the side and moved with it. She swiftly brought Windtrecker to Visser's neck, it was over. Alloran drew Windtrecker back proud of her victory. But Visser didn't want it to end like this. Before Alloran could react he slashed Alloran deeply downward across the right arm!

" Visser!" Squall grabbed Visser by the shirt collar. " What in Hyne were you doing!?" Visser tried to break lose in vain.

" I'm sorry commander," Visser pleaded. " It was all in instinct!" Squall kept his grip on Visser.

" Detention for a month and garbage duty!" Squall snarled. Visser's eyes were wide open.

" Garbage duty!? That's for commoners!" Squall ignored him.

" Alloran, I assume you know the way to the infirmary," Alloran nodded. Squall dragged a whining Visser away. Alloran looked at the cut. It went from her wrist to her elbow. Blood dripped down her arm to the floor. Are you alright? Fenerir seemed kind off weak from the incident with Zell. Yeah, just plain peachy. Alloran thought with fury glad classes were still running so the hallways would be clear and no one could see the cut.

" Hyne what happened to you!?" Asked a shocked doctor named Dr. Kadowaki. She pulled out the first aid kit. " Who was your last instructor?"

" Commander Leonheart."

Dr. Kadowaki nodded and called Squall. Alloran kept mentally kicking herself for letting Visser of all people do this. Dr. Kadowaki came back with a wet cloth.

" So a classmate slashed your arm?" Alloran embarressly nodded. " Pull up your sleeve." Dr. Kadowaki asked her. Alloran bit her lip to keep herself from yelling. She pulled back the bloody sleeve. Her arm was bleeding and was covered with bruises. " How did your arm get those bruises?! Did he hit you a few times!?" Alloran shook her head.

" I got them from hand to hand combat." Alloran said dryly. Dr. Kadowaki's eyes widened.

" Truthfully, did Zell give them to you?" Dr. Kadowaki asked sadly. Alloran nodded. Dr. Kadowaki started to clean the cut. " Zell came in here asking for advice. His eyes were full of fury, he said he saw a girl that had the same smirk as Seifer..."

" You mean THE Seifer Almasy!?" Alloran asked hardly believing this. Dr. Kadowaki nodded sadly.

" He was really angry, he kept forgetting that Seifer never had a child. I wouldn't let him leave until he promised not to hurt the girl." Dr. Kadowaki pointed to Alloran. " Don't hold it against him, he and Seifer didn't get along well. To him, you're a replica of Seifer. You both have short blond hair and the same smirk. It'll take awhile for him to remember you're not Seifer."

Alloran thought about everything as the cut was cleaned. Is this the reason Rinoa and Quistis's faces turned pale?

" Here," Dr. Kadowaki gave Alloran two small containers. " Put this one on your bruises to stop the pain when you're doing martial arts. And this one for getting blood out of your clothes." Dr. Kadowaki smiled. " I give that one out a lot." She bandaged Alloran's arm and Alloran was off.

~*~

" Man, I still can't believe Visser did that!" Exclaimed Casseil. It had been two weeks since Alloran's run in with Visser.

" It was two weeks ago, drop it." Alloran snapped. Casseil shut his trap.

" Hey garbage boy! Pick up our garbage!" Tal called. Visser walked over scowling and picked up their trash. Oh well, Alloran thought. At least I'm getting some vengeance on Visser.

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