A/N: All content to it's rightful owners. I am unspeakably sorry for the extreme lack of updates. Total dick move on my part. Changed my name by the way. Motley Disposition. You like? Anyway here's some more. Sorry.

After being humiliated and having his familys honor questioned, Gaston had struck the smug smirk off that no-class, ginger haired, piece of dragon shite. Gaston felt proud, as if he had just done something to benefit and protect his family. This was no easy task as Mother and Father took care of almost everything so he, Louis, and Kim never had to worry. So whenever Gaston protected his family from scorn (this happened frequently due to the strange nature of his parents relationship) he felt incredibly accomplished. Like he was helping.

But as Gaston began walking proudly back to the boys dorm, his strut was interrupted by a hard shove from behind 'back for more, eh?' Gaston smirked and was about to turn and give the low breed another knock when he heard his twins voice.

"You fucking moron!" Hissed an angry Louis.

"What? I just did what any self-respectingmember of our family would do!"

"Oh? Are you perhaps referring to the countries most guarded secret you almost revealed just now in a petty rumble with common trash!"

Gaston stopped in confusion, trying to recall what the hell his brother was talking abou- oh. That. Gaston suddenly deflated.

"Hm. 'My father has done more for you and this country than you could ever know' Ring any bells, brother?" Louis quoted.

The twins continued towards the dorm, the spring gone from Gaston's step. "Well it doesn't really matter does it? No one knows what it means and I didn't mention anything really specific, so... We should be all right, right?"

Louis glared at his brother "Remember what Father said? Spies are everywhere! Especially in these times of national turmoil!"

"Yes but didn't Father also say that he was sending us to the one place he thought we'd be safe?"

Louis narrowed his eyes and turned away from Gaston "I suppose" then he quickly turned back toward his brother with a very serious expression "but no more mistakes, agreed?"

"Agreed" gaston smiled and both went into their separate dorms.

Gaston slumped against the door, wishing to feel the pride that had been inside him only a moment ago. It was times like these that Gaston began comparing himself to his family. His Father was a well-known, Lorded Knight of the Queen. His Mother, an extremely accomplished Void Mage who also mayored the lands most bustling trading port. His Sister was a year younger than him but she had already grasped the basics of alchemy and enchanting faster than himself or even Louis! And then there was his brother. They were supposed to be equal in every way, they had discovered wind as their class of specialty magic together. They had grown to the same height at the same rate. They both had rotten luck with girls because of their feminine hair color, suffering together.

...

But despite all their similarities, Gaston could tell there was something different about his brother, he had noticed it two years ago, during the entrance exam for The Academy.

They were auditioning as a team and because of that fact their exam was much more difficult than the solo students. They had to take down an eight foot tall clay golem brought to life by the instructor. Gaston circled around and flanked it's right side while Louis took it's left. They both used a wind spell to slice the creature's shoulder blades- or clay mounds where it's shoulder blades would be. It took Gaston two slices to cut off the beasts arm while it only took Louis one. Gaston payed this no mind and kept at his part of the attack plan, next was the legs. Gaston moved in synchronous with his brother, orbiting around to the back while Louis took the front.

The giant jumped amazingly high for a creature of it's size and landed a few yards away from the twins attack circle. The golem let out a loud, rumbling roar as it's arms began to regenerate, pulling in the rocks and dirt from the arena.

The twins looked at each other with determined eyes and nodded affirmatively. Whilst the golem was preoccupied the boys ran to meet in front of the golem. Facing forward the twins began to chant in unison.

"Wind, wind, WIND!"

Gaston watched as a magnificent wall of wind shook the golem. The battle plan Louis and Gaston made was to release all their strength to take down the golem. Gaston was smirking at the success of the plan when he looked over at Louis, he was releasing all of his power as well. Only his side of the wind wall was larger and more powerful. Not by much, but enough to be noticed. Louis looked over at Gaston, seeing the differences in their power he (almost) imperceptibly lowered his power to match Gaston. Gaston quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

But he had noticed, Louis was stronger than Gaston.

...

After that they never talked about what happened, Louis believing his brother had not seen him. They were accepted into The Academy and excelled in all their studies. But somewhere, in the periphery of his minds eye, Gaston saw Louis becoming stronger than him, smarter, more mature. Louis could cast stronger wind spells and enchantments. He became slightly more responsible, too, if that night was any example. Though nobody else seemed to notice, Louis was becoming the alpha to Gaston's omega. Soon it would become more apparent and they would be separated. What would he be without his twin?

Gaston began peeling out of his ashened uniform. As he tossed his slightly burnt clothes into the hamper, his eyes landed on a "photograph" (as his Father called it, another amazing contraption from his world) hanging on the wall near his bed. He picked it up, clutching it in his hands as if it would slip away. It was of the twins as children with their parents and sister. Both boys had the same goofy grin on their faces. Gaston chuckled lightly to himself.

"When did we become so different?"

His smile turned grim but his eyes took on a look of focus and determination.

"I'll fix it, I'll work hard to become your equal. Nothing will stop me. I am a Hiraga, and a Valliere..." He put the photo back on the wall "And I am your twin"

With a confident smile and a cocky swagger, he made his way to the bathhouse. Tomorrow, his training would begin.

...

1601, Revolution East HQ, Calkelf Forest, Tristain

Jean lunged right, narrowly avoiding a spear that whizzed right past his left ear. He rolled to a stop in the dirt and growled ferally. His barrel-chested opponent laughed, leaning on another massive spear that was easily three times young Jean's size.

"Ya give up boyo?" Jeans opponent, Lorwerth the Laughter chuckled.

Jean's eyes tightened and he roared "NEVER, you rum soaked ogre!" He materialized his signature torturous chains.

"Oi!" The great, blond beast of a man snorted "Ya better learn to respect yar superiors!"

Jean ran toward Lorwerth, crazy eyed and angry. He directed his chain snakes around to flank his match on both sides. Just then the Oaf spun his spear into a horizontal position and plunged it into one chain then lunged it's opposite side into the other. Jean watched anxiously, barely following the movements of the impossibly fast giant as he continued to spin his spear- with Jean's chains still attached. Jean was being quickly dragged toward the laughing warrior and his windmill of death. He was trying to disintegrate his creations but they were locked around his upper arms and with the chains whipping around he couldn't find a good enough grip. Jean began to panic, his heels were fruitlessly digging into the ground. And as he got about three feet from Lorwerth, he began to hear a distorted sound through the whirling spear. It sounded like some kind of demonic laughter. Snorting, guffawing, full-bellied laughter. Though many thoughts ran through his mind at light-speed, one surfaced to the forefront, Oh, this must be why he's called Lorwerth the Laughter.

Young Jean began to scream and a familiar voice emerged from the recesses of his mind.

NO! You're better than this!

He began to feel a deep burning welling up inside him. His eyes watered, his heartbeat intensified, his screams turned into shrill shrieks. Sparks lit up all around Jean, lighting and vanishing like possessed fireflies. The trees around their makeshift arena began to smoke and char, the bark peeling right off. Suddenly Jeans right arm was alight with fire, taken over by a deep purple flame, then his left arm, then his back- all lighted up like flashpaper. The pressure was building inside him like a bomb on the verge of exploding, his urge to survive became a rabid dragon clawing and roaring inside him, trying to rip and tear it's way out! Everything was chaotic, Jean's head was spinning and his eyes blurred. Ash was everywhere and all he could hear was HATE, HATE, SURVIVE, SURVIVE, HATEHA-

Then it all stopped. Jean's vision went black. His body went limp and he felt very weak all of the sudden. With his last bit of energy he looked up. Lorwerth had stricken him with the blunt end of his longspear.

"Ha! Feisty little bugger, ain't ya? Can't have you burnin' down our base, eh?" Jean passed out listening to the sound of the annoyingly uproarious laughter of the victor.

...

1608, Tristain Magic Academy

Gaston woke up with a shiver and a frown, which slowly turned into a smile. It worked, his wake-up system had worked! He had enchanted his window to open early in the morning, thus letting in the cold Tristainian spring air and waking him up.

Pretty smart trick eh, Louis? He smugly thought to himself.

In reality it had taken him a few hours to think of the "trick" and the rest of the night to perfect his enchantment's timing. It was worth it though, because waking up this dreadfully early was the first step in his plan to perfect himself. Gaston looked outside, it wasn't even light yet! Sluggishly ambitious Gaston cleaned himself up and dug around for a semi-clean uniform. Finding one, he got dressed and was out the door, navigating himself quietly through the dorms and out into the courtyard.

He was careful not to step on anything in the very dim light of the coming dawn. Gaston spotted the darkened form of the great oak that lived in the courtyard and decided that this was far enough away from the the inner castle. As he was about to levitate over the outer wall Gaston heard a sound break the early morning silence.

"Why in Brimmer's name is there so much laundry?" Mumbled an unseen female voice from behind the tree. Hm, sounds Espanian thought the young mage.

His feet were already lifting off the ground, he knew that if he rose any higher he'd be able to see the person through the tree brush- but she would almost certainly see him as well. He struggled to decide whether to stay put, peek, or escape and in his confusion he lost focus. His levitation spell started to waver and he began to float downward. Striving to compensate he powered the spell with a short but substantial burst of magic which caused him to speed forward and careen around to the other side of the tree.

Gaston collided with a servant girl holding a laundry basket. He knocked her on the ground and fell right on top of her. Gaston groaned at his own dizzy feeling and tried to figure out what had just happened.

"nnnn... Ow" Gaston mumbled. He felt around to try and lift himself up but instead of hard ground he felt something soft.

"Hmm?"

"Grr" He heard from under him.

"Hey you big creep! When are you gonna stop fondling my breasts?!" Said the lightly accented voice.

"Huh?" He pushed himself up to look at what was under his hand... BOOBS! It was a beautiful pair of big, hazel colored boobs! Gaston started to unconsciously drool as his other hand drifted to the completely open, at least D cup breast. All the while he was still on top of the helpless, foreign servant girl... Or maybe not so helpless.

All Gaston heard was a volley of foreign words (presumably curses) followed by "Fucking pig!" and a hard punch straight to the nose. Gaston flew back with more force than he had ever experienced in a punch. His back slammed against the tree- hard. The girl got up and brushed herself off which gave Gaston the chance to realize that she was absolutely stunning. Her raven hair was tied in a tight ponytail, with a few stray strands splayed around her face- no doubt caused by the tumble she took... Er, make that he made her take.

She began to pick up her fallen laundry gruffly. Wow, what a girl Gaston thought, never once realizing their difference in class throughout the exchange. His heart was pounding in his chest, perhaps from this strange and beautiful servant, or perhaps from the blood rushing to his possibly concussed head, who could say? But what Gaston did know was that he knew too little about the girl. Coming to his senses he scrambled to his feet with difficulty as he was still a bit dizzy. He stumbled up to the girl.

"W-wait! What is your name Mademoiselle?" She turned and eyed him curtly. Finding him with a look of desperation rather than anger or revenge, she responded.

"If I tell you, will you keep secret the "disrespectful" way I've treated you from your noble chums? I could be fired" she smiled jokingly "Or beaten."

Gaston looked affronted "I would never tell! I am sworn as a man to protect a lady, even from the nobles. Besides, my Father was a commoner you know?" He smiled brightly and she laughed. "Yes, I know"

"So... Your name?" Gaston asked hopefully. Smiling smugly, the girl answered.

"Esmerelda" and with that she walked off toward the washrooms, leaving Gaston giddy and energized. With a smile he lifted into the air and flew over the wall to begin training.

A/N: So what'd you think? Not much happened but I think it's quite a bit longer than my previous chapters. Review and give me the energy to keep writing. It really helps.