Sion, Sion sodding leonhart. Great, bloody fucking fantastic. He just loved being called 'sion leonhart'. It didn't take a genius to figure out who his parents were.

They were the high flyers of the world, they were the A list celebrities. Rinoa, the last living sorceress and talented signer and squall, hero extraordinaire, current commander of balamb and world class gunblade specialist. They were the loving parents of Sion leonhart. Both spent nearly all their time in the garden playing that devoted couple that they were thought to be.

Rinoa has always said that no child of hers would be a soldier like her or squall. She has always insisted that fighting wars was not the answer and her child would fight the academic battle instead, and that's exactly what happened. Sion leonhart to the downright disbelief of everyone around his family could not believe that Rinoa would not be allowing her son to attend the garden that they run. Surly it was fate that sion would follow in the foots steps of his farther. Maybe even taken on gunblade. Become a fine SeeD or one day maybe, even an instructor. But no. he attended 5 days a week Deiling's most privileged high school. Deiling privet. A school filled with stuck up children whose parents had, more than likely paid for them to get in and had more money than sense. It was a school filled with annoying girls whose entire lives were filled with designer handbags. Designer clothes, designer hair and designer plastic surgery all to attract the perfect designer boyfriend. While the guys flashed their money about in their convertible cars and played sports while discussing their families fortune. It was a school were basic conversation was always about someone else.

He hated it. In fact he hated at all so fucking much he would have gladly sawed his own arm off with a ruler just to have an excuse to leave for a few days.

Sion leonhart who distanced himself from these people, their for distancing himself for everybody instantly Making himself the person they more that likely talking about. He stopped caring a long time ago. Now let's not get it wrong. Sion's disposition was not like that of his fathers. He wasn't a 'whatever' kind of guy. He did value solitude and was normally a quite person but his personality swung a little bit more towards that of his mother. Well not to their faces anyway.

Sion lived in the presidential place. Pretty much alone. The 16 bed mansion was home to only one person. Well of course the house had servants, but Rinoa believed in rising Sion to look after himself instead of encouraging him to be lazy. Though nobody here could cook so the head maid was also a live in cook.

Sion resented his parents. To them he was cold and unforgiving. They brought him into this world and it would be nice for them to acknowledge his presents. Both of them were two wrapped up in themselves and their amazing friends, in the amazing garden with its amazing SeeDs. They spent nearly all of the time in the garden. And on the rare occasions they were home they were too wrapped up in business to even asking him how school was going, which was shit by the way. It has been 2 and a half months since the last time they all sat down for a meal together.

Oh yeah, squall and Rinoa fucking great parents they were.

A far as not being 'allowed' to fight went Sion couldn't have cared less. He was always attracted to the world the SeeDs lived in and luckily for Sion hyne had decided that he would fight. As a present at Sion's christening Zell had brought a pair of gloves, much like his own as a gift, of course assuming that Sion would be attending garden. Rinoa has taken them and hid them in the attic and as far as she knew sion knew nothing about them…well as far as she knew.

When Sion was 10 years old he rummaging around one day (one of the many days his parents were away on business) he found he small wooden box in which the gloves were kept. he took the gloves and for years he continued to hide them in his room under a loose floorboard where pretty much everything else that sion classed as privet was hidden. While in the high school library he checked out a few books on martial arts and every day for an hour after school he told the house maid he was attending 'a study group' when in fact Sion was in the forest teaching himself, as best he could how to become a martial artist. For someone who was destined to fight this wasn't the best way to go about it, his technique was poor and he had no real idea about the complicate workings of the art. Until he met master chi.

It started when Sion was 11. As per usual he had left school and was now travelling towards the forest where he would train for the 1 hour he had established. Apart from this time the class idiots had decided to follow him. Sion was bullied; he had been his entire life. Its common knowledge in his school that to not fit in made you a prime target.

"oi lion cub" one shouted as he emerged from the bushes. He was tall for his age and he was easily 2 years older that Sion, all the while his two lanky followers weren't far behind, laughing and gawping and the extremely witty pun the idiot in the middle had just made on his name, forgive Sion for not laughing.

Sion immediately turned around and met his gaze, he didn't need this, and he didn't want anything to do wit these people. He couldn't comprehend why this kid wouldn't just go away.

"Nice dance you got their" he continued to jest.

"Its not dancing lee, its martial arts" Sion replied bluntly, hoping, praying he'd just be satisfied and go away.

"Oh really? Didn't look much like martial arts to me; let me show you how the big boys fight". Before Sion could even respond one of the two cronies had already gotten round behind him and pinned his arms behind his back. He tired to struggle free but Sion was extremely scrawny for his age. He felt the fist of one collide with his face. It stung in fact it stung really badly. He could feel his face immediately swell and heat up .it felt like it was on fire! He felt a knee collided with his stomach now it hurt and he couldn't breath. He was severely winded. He waited for the next punch to come but it never did. He felt his arms loosen and his legs gave way. He fell to the floor in a small pile. He heard the voice of an older man warning the kids, he heard them laughing. He heard and few more punches and his thoughts immediately went to who just tried to intervene, would a bunch of kids really try and eat up an adult? He slowly opened his eyes, in fact he opened one eye the other was to swollen but he had a few potions stocked under his bedroom floor for when this type of thing happened, this way nobody would find out, sion did not need protecting, he would learn to protect himself.

He felt who ever the adult was pick him up.

"Sion leonhart, my name is master Chi, a long time ago, far before you were born I had a vision. A vision that required me to train you up to be a fine warrior, it was my job, appointed by hyne herself that I would train you to be one of the greatest fighters ever. Young leonhart you play a bigger part in destiny than I think you believe".

From that day onwards Sion leonhart trained from 7 onwards till he could no longer keep his eyes open. Nobody in his family ever bothered to ask where he was going or what he was doing. His mother would be beside her self at him learning to fight.

Master chi was indeed a great warrior, even at his age his skill was unlike that of any he had seen, he easily soared passed uncle Zell as far as skill came. Master chi taught Sion ninjitsu. And at the age of 15 he as introduced to a samurai sword. Sion was a great fighter and took to it like a duck to water. He enjoyed fighting with his hands rather than a sword, but as master chi had explained, if sion was ever surrounded by enemies had need something a little bit faster than fists to help him fight his way out. The sword easily became and extension of the young mans arm and has the years progressed he became a warrior that could easy serve as a knight to hyne herself.

Sion was 18 years old and he was, like many other years celebrating his birthday alone. Mum and dad were busy with important garden stuff and had left a present for him but he'd open it some other time he didn't care too much at that moment. It was master Chi's surprise he was more interested in.

The martial arts had changed sion quite a bit, he wasn't so scrawny anymore and stood at a tall 6ft with broad shoulders and well toned arms and stomach. He had extremely messy brown hair that hung in bangs over his eyes. Very much like his farther, he hated looking like his farther and he hated being told he looked like his farther. He wore baggy dark blue jeans that he wore way to low and was held up by a simple leather belt; on top he only wore his short sleeve blue hoodie with the symbol of master chi's dojo on the back. One his left arm was a black leather bracer.

He entered the dojo and greeted his master with a deep bow.

"Ah Sion my boy happy birthday! 18 years old my how you've changed, well anyway we can discuss all this in further detail in a minute, if you'd like to wait here I have someone you need to meet."

A blond girl with blue eyes walked in to the room.