Chapter One:

"It's a matter of mind, and as such, there is no answer that is either right, or wrong. It all depends on any one persons ethics. Love cannot be defined, by one simple term, cause it has a whole variety of meanings, depending on the situation.

I can, for example, tell my best friend that I love her. That does not necessarily mean the same thing as I love this type of cake, or I love my husband. Yet in all forms love is the same, an extreme like for something or someone." I stood before the rest of the students, with irritation as I answered the question, 'Does the word love, always have the same meaning? What defines this meaning?' , "Even so, that definition is incorrect, AND IS correct at the same time. So, to answer your question, your question cannot be answered properly."

Taking my seat I sighed, resting my head against the back of my arms. This class was too simple! Professor Heartily nodded and stood once more, a proud smile on her face. As always I had done exactly what she wanted of me when she asked me such ridiculous questions. I elaborated and basically taught the class for her. Now she would elaborate on what I meant in simple teenage terms so that the morons could grasp the concept. From the blank stares on many of their faces, it was obvious the explanation was needed.

The hour for the English class passed and I spent the entire time doodling on a sheet of paper. When the bell rang to excuse us I stood and, with the rest of the class filed out. Each of us received an assignment as we filtered out the door and I gazed down at mine.

"Joy," I unconsciously muttered, "another essay and this time its about my hero…" I could hardly contain my excitement…considering there was no excitement to contain. I crammed the paper into my book bag and headed to my dorm, in need of my gun blade for weapons training in fifteen minutes.

In my room I dumped my bag on the bed and reached into my closet, pulling out a leather case that held my precious weapon. Slowly I opened the case and pulled the thick black leather sheath from its hiding place; attached it to my belt, and reached in once more, single handedly pulling out the long, thin, emerald colored blade by its handle. I swung it once, twice, spun it, and slid it into its sheath. A smile danced on my lips.

"Soleth, such an elegant blade." I turned at the sound of Professor Almasy's voice and quickly I bowed in respect.

"Professor! What can I do for you?" He chuckled and motioned for me to follow him.

"I was just on my way to class, and as your one of the quickest learning students, I was hoping to get a moment or two with you to focus solely on your style." I felt my face flush slightly at the comment. Instructor Seifer Almasy was second to the most gorgeous men in school, and the most easily accessible to any female. He has short, wildly spiked blonde hair, these enigmatic blue eyes that just draw you in, I think he is the only professor to NOT wear the typical instructor uniform, but rather, is constantly dawned in a long white trench coat, its red cross on the back able to catch anyone's eye; a tight fitting blue tank top, showing the lines of each perfectly defined muscle, and his loose fit black pants that slid against his, more then likely, perfect legs. His presence was enough to make most girls melt. I knew everyone would be talking about it later, but I was glad to know that he thought I was such a good student, and wanted to spend personal time with me to train.

I thrust my gunblade forward and spun to the side, dodging a blow from the instructor. Dropping to one knee I spun around as quickly as possible. When I felt my leg connect with his I lifted the blade and swung down. The sound of metal against metal filled the air as he countered my attack. We both remained still, in absolute silence. The fight had gone well into the class, both of us caught up in the passion of battle. Seifer stared up at me, his brows deeply furrowed as he slowly moved to stand up.

"Excellent job Ms Alistom. You've far surpassed what I thought you were capable of." I stood myself, bowing, and feeling faint, the sweat dripping heavily from me.

"Thank you professor." I looked up at him with a small smile, he even was sweating furiously. He turned to the rest of the students and gave his speech for the new students. This was after all, the first day of class after summer vacation. I myself was now a SeeD cadet and within a couple months I would be taking the test to become one of the elite fighters, only a few were chosen each year. Excitement, I think that is the only word that can describe the feeling.

Nearly ten minutes passed, there was still twenty minutes until class ended and we moved onto lunch; we were paired off for sparing practice.

"Nevar!" Smiling I looked at the auburn haired girl who jogged up to me. Her blue green eyes laughed as her light auburn hair bounced in front of her face.

"Oi! Adora, you're my partner for today?"

"Yep, ready to lose?"

"Right, as if that would ever happen."

At the end of the class we left the training center to head off to each dorm, where we would shower, dress and head out to lunch. Adora strode beside me with a smirk.

"Saw your match with Professor Almasy, looks like you were quite flustered."

I rolled my head around, cracking my neck while thinking: "YEAH he was a challenge, even Headmaster Squall had troubles with him, its not like I would be able to beat him in a heartbeat."

"Man's got quick reflexes, that's a fact. I still have to work on my form too; there were so many flaws in my attacks." Admittedly, I'm far from perfect myself. But I knew, that if I could at the least keep Professor Almasy on his toes, I could pass the physical part of the exam and have a better chance of becoming a SeeD.

"I bet there was more to it then that, surely you were a little distracted."

"Well no shit! He's only gorgeous, witty, and strong. "

"Especially gorgeous," Professor Almasy's voice chimed from behind us. My eyes widened as Adora turned and waved at him.

"Professor Almasy! Gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe you!" Geh…did she HAVE to be so bluntly cute about everything? I turned to my friend, the instructor and chuckled.

"I..uh…guess you heard that huh?" He nodded at me and waved an idle hand.

"Yeah but, it's old news. Anyways, about the fight, I was impressed today. You keep up the good work. I have a feeling that if it weren't for your…distractions…you would have had an easier win." Quickly he turned his attention to Adora and, patting her head he laughed.

"Adora, would you like to join me for lunch today? I wanted to go over some of your papers from last years final exam, there were some points you mentioned that I would like to have some elaboration on." The shorter girl nodded her head vigorously.

"Sure thing, just let me get my shower!" Professor Almasy laughed his thanks and walked off to speak with another of the instructors. Adora and I turned back to the dorms and my shoulders slouched.

"How come YOU always get to go over to his dorm?"

"Because," her voice sang, "I'm special!"

"Special Ed…"

"You got it."

"Ugh…"