RedBurningDragon: Yeah, around that amount of time. That's fine, was just making you aware that I had corrected as many errors as I could find. Fie has always been pretty, but yeah, I know what you're saying. She does look very good. Yep, and it most certainly will.
Jose19: Wha-? Why would you even ask that? I thought I had made it perfectly clear that it was going to be Rean and Fie. Why would I change it to someone else? As much as I hate the term, I'll go ahead and use it, they're my one true pairing in Trails. Uck, I kind of feel sick just typing that. Don't know why, probably because the only people I've met who write that, with one or two exceptions, are...well, not the most pleasant people to be around. It's just one of those words, like totes, man do I freaking hate that word. Okay, okay, I'm starting to ramble now. Anyways, for me it's either Rean and Fie, Rean and harem, with Fie in it of course, or nothing. So, yeah, not changing it. Ever. What gave you the idea that I was, if you don't mind me asking?
Heero De Fanel: Good, I'm glad. If you weren't, I'd probably have to rethink my approach. I like to think so, which is why I had it planned since the beginning. Thank you very much. I shall do my best to intrigue you further as the story moves forward. As for the ILF...well, let's just say I've got some great stuff planned for them. We'll just leave it at that. Hehehe.
Apex85: Thanks. Yep, and as the story goes on, the deviations will only continue to grow outward, affecting more and more as things move forward. Not Warrick, but his big brother, yes. Yes, his target was Rean. You can see it in the flashback of the first part of the prologue. The jaeger mentions that the contract didn't pertain to Elise, he called her the girl I believe, and let it be known he was there to kill Rean. I won't say who put the hit on Rean, but I will say that they, at the very least, suspected his true lineage. And that it had somehow slipped beneath Osborne's notice, obviously.
Tsyne-Oblivion: Hey, it's just what I had planned man. Not much I can do about it. I have parts that will go normally, and others very differently, that's all there is to it. That said, I'm happy you seemed to like it so much. Know that I've got plenty more new stuff coming, though it will be almost drip fed into the story at first, speeding up as the narrative progresses. You think so? I didn't think it was all that much, just a brief, though cool, skirmish. That makes me quite excited for when I get to the really good stuff and how you'll react to it. Man, I can't wait! Also, thank you.
Yuuto2: Thank you. I'm overjoyed that you loved it so much! I intend to do my best. Good.
Guest: No problem. That's...an interesting idea. That said, while I would definitely be willing to read something like that, I'm not so sure about writing it myself, for a number of reasons. First and foremost being, we have absolutely no idea what would happen to Rean if he held that transformation for such a long period of time. Second, besides being bloodthirsty and violent, we don't know much about his personality while in said state. The arrogant thing, I suppose it could be a trait of his, though we haven't seen enough to really know, but still. And while I definitely plan to have Rean's demon form in this story here, more so than the game did, I don't plan to overuse it to such an extent. Besides that, I wouldn't want to all but get rid of regular Rean like that, as he's my favorite character. His demon side is the other side of the same coin, sure, but it just wouldn't be the same without him.
Now, I'm not going to outright refuse. I will think on it, that I promise you. However, with all that I have planned with this story, and the possible spin-offs I might one day do, I can't guarantee anything. My apologies for that. Still, thank you very much for reviewing, for checking this story out in the first place, and enjoying my writing enough to put forth an idea for a story. I greatly appreciate it. :)
SinLessWolf: Well, you don't need to, not anymore, as here it is. Hope you enjoy.:)
ZealousSiren: And I'm glad you've caught up. Really? I'm happy to hear that. Yep, pretty much. Also, wow, just now noticed your new profile pic. Not gonna lie, I love it to absolute fricking death! So damn cute! How come I haven't managed to find that I wonder...? Oh well, better stop before I start rambling. :D
Anyway, once again, thanks to all those who reviewed, and allow me to thank those who have added this story to their favorites and alerts since the last update. SinLessWolf, thank you!
UPDATE
You know the drill, touch-ups as usual. That said, I've also added an additional scene to this, having played CS3 and finding out roughly when Rean's birthday is, I had to do something with it, no matter how small. I don't like ignoring that sort of stuff.
Moving on, time for the first cooldown chapter. That's right, it's intermission time! Please read, review, and enjoy.
Eyes the color of blood, hair the shade of steel, a young man stood, a dark aura flowing all around him. Bathed in life essence, it covered almost every single rege of his form. From his hair matted forehead, sticky with the crimson liquid, to his dripping hands, the substance was everywhere.
Anger. Rage. Fury. This is all he knew.
Kill. Destroy. Slaughter. This is all he wished to do.
Red...
Muscles twitching in anticipation, fingers popping as his hands waited at the ready, the young man, no; the beast, the monster, the demon...prepared to strike. To make his next kill. To claim his next victim.
The color red...it was everywhere...
Snarling like the animal he was, teeth bared, he reared back, before lunging forward toward his newest prey.
This poor, unsuspecting person had no chance of escape, as they were torn into by the creature. All they could do was stare up at their assailant, horrified. And what was the sight they saw through terrified eyes, in the last moments of their life?
The twisted visage of one Rean Schwarzer.
The blood was everywhere...
ACT I - INTERMISSION
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Septian Calendar 1204
5/2 - Sunday
Trista, Thors Military Academy
Rean woke with a start, shooting up in the bed he lie, eyes as wide as dinner plates as he panted. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he attempted to catch his breath, adrenaline coursing through his veins whilst his mind tried to process where he was.
There had been so much blood...
"Rean..."
The sound of that voice, solicitous in nature, brought the black-haired teen back down a bit, eyes shifting to the girl it belonged to.
"Fie..." He nearly choked as he spoke her name, emotion flowing unchecked.
Her concern shone through those lime-green orbs of hers, betraying her emotionless expression. The tone of her voice only gave it away further. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine, I just...uh...I..." He tried to explain, reigning his emotions in, trying think up an excuse, just to fail and trail off, eyes wandering.
As they did, he recalled where he was, in the Nurse's office. He had been waiting for Instructor Beatrix to return from her meeting with the principle, so she could give him one last look over; he'd opted to use one of the beds rather than a chair.
'I must have fallen asleep while waiting...'
"Nightmare?" Came Fie's inquiry, though it was clear she already knew the answer.
Shifting his focus back toward her, where she sat in a chair by the side of the bed.
"Yeah, just a nightmare..." He confirmed with a nod of his head, wiping the sweat from his brow as he did.
"About?" She inquired further.
"Nothing important, forget about it." He brushed the question off, bringing his legs around to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
The stoic maiden quirked a brow at that response, as Rean wasn't one to brush people off, ever. For any reason. At all.
It was more than a little unusual. 'Just what did he dream about?'
Rean did his best to shake any thought of the nightmare from his mind, as it wouldn't do any good to go around all day stressing over it. It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd experienced it, he could deal.
Snapping out of it to the best of his ability, he raised his head and made eye contact with his childhood friend, as he opted to focus on her rather than the lingering sense of dread and fear the nightmare had left in it's wake.
"How long have you been sitting there?" He queried.
"Not long." She answered with a shrug of her shoulders, allowing him to change the subject. "Just came by to see how you were doing. When I saw that Beatrix wasn't here, I knew she hadn't taken a look at you yet. Decided to stay here with you until she did."
"I appreciate that, thanks." He managed a smile then.
"Nothing to thank me for." She told him. "Oh, and speaking of which, some of the others will probably be by soon."
"Really? What for?" He questioned.
"To check on you, make sure you're okay, like me." She said matter-of-factly, like he should already know this.
"But I'm fine." He claimed. "She's supposed to change my bandages, but honestly, she's probably going to end up taking them off. Her healing arts, despite what she says, went a long way in fixing me up. My ribs have been fine for a couple days now, and I bet the hole in my shoulder is gone too at this point." He accentuated this fact by rolling his right shoulder, showing that he was clearly in no pain whatsoever.
Fie opted to not respond, though her eyes made it clear she was skeptical of such a claim.
Before Rean could try and convince her further, the sound of another voice caught their attention.
"Yo, Rean-Boy!" Crow greeted, as he poked his head around the privacy screens.
"Crow?" The unarmed swordsman spoke his name with a bit of surprise, he hadn't expected to get another visit from him.
The second-year only popped up occasionally, and he'd met his quota for the week when he stopped by the morning after Group A had returned from Celdic, to make sure Rean was alright.
"The one and only." The white-haired youth affirmed as he stepped around the privacy screens, three others doing the same, having come in with him.
"Hey, Rean." Elliot waved to his friend.
"You look well." Gaius noted.
"Feeling better?" Machias posed.
"Hey, guys." Rean greeted them in return, his smile widening. "Much better actually. My ribs are fully healed, and my shoulder isn't bugging me anymore. So, I should be good to go." He informed them, as he got off the bed and to his feet. "Though, didn't I say as much when you asked me yesterday?"
"That's good to hear." The timid violinist remarked.
"Indeed." The soft-spoken nord agreed.
"You did." Machias confirmed for Rean. "That doesn't stop us from worrying though. Your injuries were pretty serious, after all. Under normal circumstances, it would take you months to recover. So being able to do so in a single week, even with the help of arts, is more than a little far-fetched."
"Fair point." The Schwarzer heir conceded.
"I thought my group's field study went bad, but compared to what happened to you guys, we got off easy." The bespectacled teen continued, shaking his head as he did. "I mean, your entire ribcage shattered? Shot in the shoulder? Just what do you think you're made of?" He questioned his fellow teen rhetorically. "Not to mention Gaius' and Laura's injuries, thankfully they weren't nearly as severe as yours, but still."
"Yeah, I was caught off guard when I heard what happened too. Seriously man, what kind of star were you born under?" Crow wondered aloud with some mirth. "You just seem to attract trouble like a magnet. Between your first day here in Trista and your first field study, things are not shaping up too good for you."
"Yeah, don't remind me..." Rean replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he recalled what seemed to be the beginning of a forming incoming streak of bad luck.
"Anyway..." He changed the subject once more, his hand returning to his side. "It's not that I don't appreciate it or anything, but you guys really didn't have to stop by. I told you yesterday, I'm fine. And besides, isn't the next period about to start?" He reminded them. "That goes for you too, Fie." He added, taking a quick glance back at her as he did.
"Well, I suppose you're right, but..." Elliot began.
"We decided seeing how our friend was doing was more important." Gaius finished.
"Plus, we've got a few minutes, it'll be fine. I won't let us be late." Machias assured, adjusting his glasses.
"I'd rather sit here with you." Fie said honestly.
"I'm skippin', just decided I'd spend the time it allotted me to come check on you." Crow apprised bluntly.
The black-haired seventeen-year-old sighed at this. "Fie, you really shouldn't be skipping class." He told her, before shifting his focus to Crow. "And Crow, you're our senior, shouldn't you be trying to set an example?"
Only the shrugging of their shoulders followed, neither truly replying to his words, causing him to sigh once more.
"Rean." The sound of another voice, distinctly feminine, caught the attention of the teens.
Eyes drifting toward the footsteps, as the female came around to where they were in the room, they laid irises upon Laura.
"I'm glad to see you're well." She acknowledged his apparent recovery with a smile.
"Thanks, Laura."
"That said, I came by to see if you felt up to-" The sword maiden's words just about died in her throat, as her eyes met Fie's, just now noticing her presence.
Said former jaeger was still seated, nearly entirely hidden behind Rean's form as a result.
When both girls locked gazes, they proceeded to maintain eye contact for several moments, neither turning away or saying a single word to break the silence that had been created.
"Laura?" Rean's confusion at her reaction was shared amongst the others, as they all gave her questioning looks.
"On second thought, perhaps another time." The blue-haired noble retracted her previous, unfinished, sentence, her demeanor noticeably altered.
"It's good to see you back at full health." She pointedly said to Rean. "Now, if you will excuse me, I should be going. Third period is about to start."
With that said, Laura proceeded to turn around and leave the room without another word.
"What was that all about?" Rean vocalized his bewilderment, blinking several times in confusion.
The other four boys didn't have too much of a clue on the subject either it seemed.
Fie though, she had a pretty clear picture of what this was now.
...
Only moments after Gaius, Machias, and Elliot had left for class, Beatrix had returned, the aging woman noticeably not remarking on either Fie or Crow's presence.
Guiding Rean back to the bed he had fallen asleep in, the old woman had him sit down, while she sat in a chair across from him, Fie vacating it to allow her to do so.
Since the nurse had to get at his bandages, he began undoing the buttons on his blazer, before sliding it off. From there he removed his tie and shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing the bandages wrapped around most of his torso.
"Not going to leave the room? Turn around? Avert your eyes?" Crow questioned the silver-haired girl beside him, as the instructor began to remove Rean's bandages. "Most girls do when a guy starts getting undressed."
"Nope." She answered bluntly, not elaborating any further than that.
"Fair enough." Crow replied with a nod of his head, apparently not needing any more of an explanation than that.
The bandages fully removed, Beatrix gave Rean's abdomen a once over, checking to see if he felt any pain concerning his ribs or shoulder with simple pressure application to the areas, only to find that he was right, he was no longer feeling any pain.
"It seems you're back at a hundred percent, so you shouldn't need any new bandages. That said, don't go overexerting yourself." The greying woman cautioned him. "Healing arts can work miracles, but they can't replace proper medical care. I only agreed to cast them on you because you needed to be back on your feet before your next field study. It was unfortunate, but necessary, for you and your classmates."
As Beatrix continued to speak with Rean, Crow noticed something peculiar out of the corner of his eye.
What was it? The fact that Fie was staring at Rean's bare upper-body so hard. Not exactly weird, she could just like what she saw. No, what made it strange was the fact that she was staring at one specific point, the back of his left shoulder.
'That's not even where he was shot...'
That's when he realized there was a scar there, light red with a pinkish tint in color, exactly where her eyes were planted. It was feint, only really noticeable if you were right up on it, but it was most certainly present.
'Now what is this about...?' He couldn't help but wonder to himself, watching as the young girl continued to eye it, as if the sight of it somehow offended her.
'Consider my curiosity peaked...'
His eyes shifted back to Rean then. 'Especially considering the other, much larger, scar on his chest. What in the hell did he get that from?'
...
Finished with Rean, Beatrix gave him the go ahead to get to class, and returned to her desk, breaking Crow and Fie from their individual states of thought.
"Oh, almost forgot." Crow spoke up, getting Rean's attention as he put his shirt back on, turning around to face the older teen as he did.
"What's up?" The black-haired boy asked.
"I have no idea how it happened, but somehow, the whole school knows about your dirty little secrets." The second-year let him know.
"My dirty little...what?" Was Rean's confused response. "And wait, secrets? As in plural? What are you talking about?" He questioned as he finished with his tie and began putting his blazer back on.
"I figured you didn't know yet." Crow remarked. "Not sure how it got out, but not only does the entire school body know about you being Baron Schwarzer's adopted son, they also know about her." He informed, gesturing to Fie with his thumb.
"You mean...?" Rean trailed off.
'The entire school knows about Fie's past as a jaeger.' He realized.
"How in the hell...?" Rean couldn't help but wonder how that could have gotten out like that, and so fast too.
The bewilderment written so clearly on his face would have made Crow chuckle under different circumstances.
"Whatever. It was only a matter of time anyway." Fie brushed this news off like nothing, simply shrugging her shoulders.
With that, Rean sighed for, what seemed like, the umpteenth time today. "Great."
5/3 - Monday
Fifth Period, Gender Divided Lessons
Girls-Nutritional Science/Cooking
Instructor Mary stood back and observed as her students, those from Class VII and Class I, began their cooking prep.
Using the space that the Cooking Club room provided, the girls were able to work together with their classmates at individual tables. The girls of Class VII at the first table, and the girls of Class I at the second table, behind them. Thus, preventing any incidents of tripping over each other, or bumping into one and other, as well as getting ingredients mixed up with others, or accidentally putting them in the other group's dishes.
The females of Class VII did their best to follow their teacher's instructions, Fie whisking something in a bowl, Emma watching her and making sure she didn't go overboard, and Alisa and Laura picking out the foodstuffs they desired to put in their culinary concoction.
However, it was more than a little distracting hearing snooty nobles talk about you, literally behind your back...
"Why did Lady Laura have to be placed in a class like that?" A blonde upper-class girl wondered aloud, softly enough to not be heard by the instructor. "I was truly looking forward to studying alongside her!"
"Is that girl next to her not the one who scored highest on the entrance exam?" The upper-class girl beside her, who had pinkish-brown hair, queried.
"I believe so." The first girl said with a nod. "Though I also hear she's a mere commoner." The way she said this, it was clear that it was hard for her to believe such a thing.
"There's something about the silver-haired girl that I find oddly soothing." A third upper-class girl, with strawberry blonde hair, suddenly stated. "I wonder if she'd let me stroke her hair, were I to ask nicely?" Unlike the other blonde, there were no negative connotations associated with her words.
"...Could they make it just a little less obvious they're talking about us? I mean, seriously!" Alisa complained to her classmates.
"It stands to reason they'd be curious about our class. It's hard to blame them for that, at least." Laura reasoned. "Though it's fair to say that they could do with a little more tact."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The first noble girl behind them cautioned the other.
"And why not?" The third asked. "The worst she could do is say no."
"Haven't you heard? She used to be a jaeger." The first blonde girl let the other know, lowering her voice to a pseudo whisper as she did.
Not that it stopped those in front of them from hearing her.
"A jaeger!?" The strawberry blonde gasped. "You mean those disgustingly foul mercenary types?" She questioned, greatly shocked.
Laura let her eyes drift to Fie then, watching the girl for a reaction. However, the only sign that the fifteen-year-old gave that she had heard them, was to speed up her whisking. Considering she had already been going at a fairly brisk pace as it was though, it was more than unnecessary.
"I heard she was a part of one of the biggest Corps on the continent." The pinkish-brown haired noble girl commented.
"That precious little thing!?" The third noble girl's incredulousness was almost palpable.
"Don't let her appearance fool you. She's probably been in more battles than we can count." The second girl told her.
"Probably killed just as many people too." The first blonde girl added.
The pace of Fie's whisking increased again, showing that their words did bother her, even if she gave no other clear indicators of this fact.
"Uh, Fie...I think you've whisked that plenty already." Emma attempted to calm the younger girl's furious whisking, to no avail.
In that moment, Laura felt conflicted. As while there was no doubt that the girls behind them were being disrespectful, rude, and just plain mean besides...
'They're not wrong.' She felt rather guilty for such a thought, but it was true, was it not?
'Jaegers slaughter countless people for a simple sum of mira, this is a fact. They're scoundrels, villains, some are even monsters.' Even as this went through her head, it was difficult for her to associate such things with the small girl to her far left.
'But with her strength and combat prowess, there can be no doubt that she is a former jaeger.'
"Just who do they think they are!?" Alisa exclaimed, clearly more upset by it than even Fie herself was. In fact, she would like nothing more than to give them a piece of her mind. She was already turning around to do so, actually.
What stopped her in her tracks, was the fourth girl at the table behind them.
"That's quite enough gossip and idle chatter!" A girl with violet hair and yellow eyes, that Alisa recognized as one Ferris Florald from the Lacrosse Club, snapped at the other Class I females.
"We are members of Class I. We are above such droll behavior!" She dictated. "As well..." She continued. "We cannot allow ourselves to be bested by that rabble, even in something as insignificant as the culinary arts."
The three noble girls quickly apologized, and got back to work preparing their dish.
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Boys-Orbal Computer Primer
Instructor Makarov, rather than teach them hands-on, did little more than stand at the front of the Computer Room and wait for one of his students to have some kind of problem they needed help with. He did at least show them the basics though, so there was that.
This allowed them to do as they wished, not that he cared, as long as they did their work he didn't care what they did. Hands off was his thing.
Since this was the case, no fuss was put up about the fact that Gaius, who was on the right, and Elliot and Machias, who were on the left, crowded around Rean's desk, where he was finishing his assignment up on the computer.
"I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of using an orbal computer." Rean divulged, as he put the finishing touches on his assignment.
"Likewise. I was lost at first, but it's slowly beginning to make more sense." Gaius concurred.
"Well, it is cutting edge technology here in Erebonia, so I think most people are confused until they've gotten used to it." Elliot opined. "Machias and Jusis both picked it up surprisingly quickly, though." He mentioned, looking toward said green-haired friend as he did.
"Yeah, but academics are their thing." Rean stated. "And I'm pretty sure Machias has been interested in computers for a while, too. Right?"
Said bespectacled teen nodded his head affirmatively at that, paying more attention to the happenings on Rean's screen than the conversation.
"Jusis also seems to get the hang of things far quicker than most people, even if he's not interested in them at all." The timid violinist pointed out. "Which probably just adds insult to injury, huh?" He questioned Machias sheepishly, as he realized he probably shouldn't have said such a thing.
Machias gave a grunt of dissatisfaction, which was accompanied by a frown, however, he gave no real verbal response. His eyes were still fixed to the screen of the computer. That is, until he said he'd be right back and returned to his computer, four ahead in the row from this one.
"You hit the nail on the head." The humble swordsman said then, referring to Elliot's words on the two hostile teens. "I mean, you saw them after we got back to Trista. They had been butting heads all field study long, figuratively, and literally."
The orange-haired boy sighed at that. "We really need to do something about them. But I have no idea what."
"I don't either, but you're right. This has gone on for way too long as it is. It needs to stop." The black-haired seventeen-year-old agreed. "We don't need them coming to blows every time they happen to get sent on a field study together."
"Yeah, that would be bad for everyone involved." Elliot added with a nod of his head.
Machias returned then, taking his former place by Elliot on Rean's left, when he realized the other three males were looking right at him.
"What?" He inquired.
"Look, I know the two of you getting along is about as likely as Erebonia and Calvard making peace, but you and Jusis really need to stop with all the fighting." Rean bluntly advised his friend.
"What!?" The class VP repeated with a bit of aggravation.
"We understand that you two don't see eye to eye, but it would be better for everyone if you could both give each other a break." Gaius said in a similar vein.
"If you're so concerned about this, why aren't you talking to that pompous ass!?" Machias demanded.
"To be fair Machias, it takes two." Elliot pointed out.
"Perhaps, but he's the one-" The bespectacled academic attempted to argue, only to be cut off.
"Dude, you guys came back from your field study sporting black eyes. You literally knocked each other's lights out." Rean reminded the green-haired boy. "As a result, your group barely got their tasks done at all. This conflict between you two has gone far enough." He dictated.
Machias opened his mouth to retort, but quickly thought better of it, his words dying in his throat. He realized that they were absolutely correct. So, with a sigh, he admitted as much. "You're right. It's just..."
"He gets under your skin." Elliot finished for him.
"Exactly. Only so much worse." The bespectacled teen affirmed.
"To be fair, I think you get under his too." Rean shared.
Before this conversation could actually become productive in solving the issue between the two antagonists of Class VII, a fifth, new voice, interjected into the conversation.
"Rean Schwarzer."
"Huh?" Elliot verbalized his confusion, as the four of them turned their heads to see the source of the voice.
It had come from none other than Patrick, the noble student who had bumped into them last month.
"I-Isn't he from Class I?" The timid violinist questioned, despite already having his answer by looking at the boy's uniform.
"Patrick, is it?" Rean asked.
"That is correct." Patrick confirmed. "My full name is Patrick T. Hyarms. I don't believe I need to say anything more than that." He finished, confidence flowing in waves.
"What!?" Elliot exclaimed with surprise.
"So...you're from the Hyarms family." The Schwarzer heir acknowledged this fact.
"Are they prestigious?" Gaius inquired, curious.
"About as prestigious as they come. The Hyarms are one of the Four Great Houses!" Elliot explained quickly. "...Though they're slightly lower in rank than the Albareas." He added as an afternote without thinking.
This displeased Patrick, the noble showing as much by clearing his throat and glaring in Elliot's direction.
"I-I'm sorry! I meant no offense!" The timid violinist hurriedly apologized.
"Don't apologize." Machias told his friend. "Who cares if this-"
"Hmph. It doesn't matter. I didn't come here to talk to commoners or foreigners." Patrick rebutted, his distaste for both worn out on his sleeve.
Machias scowled at the noble's interruption, but opted not to press it further and start a fight.
Taking a few steps closer, the strawberry blond noble came to Rean's side before continuing. "I came to bring gladsome tidings to you, Rean Schwarzer." He informed, now smiling. "I am generously extending you welcome, to make use of the accommodations on the third floor of the Student Union building."
"You mean...?" The Schwarzer heir started.
"The third floor?" Gaius repeated.
"That's where the nobles' salon is, right?" The orange-haired teen questioned.
"Your father may be a mere baron, but that still makes you a noble." Somehow, the strawberry blond managed to speak the word baron in such a way that made it sound completely insignificant. "And though you've had the misfortune of sharing a class with this..." He paused for a moment then, pointedly looking between Gaius, Elliot, and Machias before he finished his sentence. "...riffraff."
Machias had to clench his fists tight and bite his tongue to keep himself from snapping back at the upper-class boy.
"I have decided to use my good name as a member of the Hyarms family to afford you the privilege of joining us." Patrick informed his fellow noble, flipping his bangs as his smile turned smug. "I do hope you appreciate it."
At this point, Rean had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He tried his best to be amicable with everyone he met, but with people like this, well...it certainly wasn't the easiest thing to do in the world.
"Um, well...I do appreciate that...but, uh..." He struggled to find the words to turn the noble boy down. He didn't need to go around offending or pissing people off, but he most certainly wasn't hanging out with this guy.
If Rean wouldn't answer the upper-class blonde, Machias surely would. He wanted nothing more than to tell the punk off. The only thing that stopped him, was the appearance of another noble.
"This hardly strikes me as the best place to be recruiting new members." Jusis spoke with an audible sigh, getting the five teenagers attention on him.
"Jusis Albarea?!" Patrick spoke his fellow four great houses noble's name with surprise, as he turned around to face him.
"I wasn't aware the third son of the Hyarms family counted playing factions among his hobbies." Jusis remarked. "If you wished for company in the salon, should you not have come to me first?"
"You? You've been invited countless times. You simply choose not to come!" Patrick retorted. "Despite there being no shortage of second-years practically begging for your company..."
"I have no interest." Jusis said with indifference and a shrug of his shoulders.
"Hmph. Suit yourself then." Patrick turned back to Rean once more. "But you, Schwarzer!" He addressed the swordsman. "Make sure you think long and hard about this. If you care about your future, you need to start thinking about the connections you're making...and the sides you're taking."
With that, the third son of the Hyarms family proceeded to walk off.
"He's certainly not shy." Gaius remarked with a tad amusement.
"I don't think anyone else would be so kind in their description of him, Gaius." Elliot commented. "Including me."
"I can't put into words how much I wanted to punch that guy." Machias confessed.
"I'm not sure I would have blamed you if you did. " Rean admitted. "Thanks for stepping in, Jusis." The dark-haired teen said, as he looked toward said blond.
"Hmph. I wasn't trying to help you. But, I did cause you some trouble during last month's field study, so...I will make it right, when the opportunity to do so arises." The usual arrogance that flowed from his tone was noticeably absent.
"Also...no, that's all." Jusis cut himself short, before turning around and going back to his seat.
'Was he...staring at my shoulder?' Rean wondered to himself, having noticed how his classmate's eyes had zoned in on the area.
"Last month's field study? Is he...?" Elliot started to question.
"Yeah, I think he means the run-in we had with the provincial army." Rean answered, pushing his current thoughts aside.
"Ah, so he feels partially responsible for his family's actions, then." Gaius inferred. "He must be looking for a way to apologize to you."
"There's a first. The thought of him apologizing for anything is ludicrous." Machias denigrated.
"Huh...I guess he has a nice side after all." The orange-haired boy opined.
"Why me, specifically? The provincial army gave our whole group trouble." Rean pondered aloud.
"Well, yeah, but you're the only one who got shot because of it." Elliot pointed out.
Rather than respond to that, Rean simply let his eyes wander over to Jusis, to see him taking his seat.
'Is that it...?'
5/4 - Tuesday
"Thanks for the other day, Nicholas." Rean voiced his gratitude.
"No problem. I figured Ramsay would have some passion leaves left." Nicholas said kindly with a wave of his hand. "Was there enough for Fred to cook his special dishes with?"
"More than enough." Rean answered with a nod of his head.
"That's good to hear." The student chef replied with a smile.
"So, what was that you needed?" The humble swordsman questioned.
"Oh, I don't need anything. I requested your presence so I could give you this." The brown-haired second-year told him, as he handed him a book.
Rean took the book from him and examined it for a brief moment. "A recipe book?" He queried. "An empty recipe book." He corrected himself, as he opened it and flipped through a few pages.
"Have you ever cooked?" The second-year inquired suddenly.
"Uh, yeah, a bit." The black-haired boy said with a nod. "Just the basics though."
"Well, use that as incentive to go beyond your comfort zone. Try and fill it up before the end of the year." Nicholas challenged his underclassman. "It's a good way to broaden your horizons a bit."
"Sure, thanks." Rean said as he put the book away in his blazer.
"That's all. Oh, unless, of course, you wanted to try cooking something now?" Nicholas proposed.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I should get going. Next time though." The Schwarzer heir politely declined.
"All right, fair enough."
...
Exiting the Cooking Club room, Rean caught sight of something out the corner of his eye: Elliot alone in the music room. Violin in hand, he looked like he was about to play.
'Wouldn't hurt to listen in for a bit.'
Turning to his left, he quietly entered the open music room, unbeknownst to the orange-haired boy, who had begun to play. With his back to him, he failed to notice as Rean moved a bit closer and took a seat.
For a number of minutes, the raven-haired swordsman sat there and listened as his friend played his instrument. It was precise and controlled, yet full of passion. It was evident that he was quite talented.
...
After a short while, Elliot's playing came to a stop and he let out a sigh of relief. "Ahh... Nothing relaxes me quite like cradling a violin in my hands." He spoke to himself. "Especially since I haven't really had any time to play recently."
"Well, you certainly look happy." Rean said then, announcing his presence and startling Elliot.
Whipping around to face his one-man audience, the timid violinist visibly calmed at who he saw sitting there.
"Oh, it's just you Rean. You scared me there for a moment." He admitted.
"Sorry about that." Rean said with a chuckle. "You really do look ecstatic though. I didn't think playing the violin meant that much to you."
"Haha. It's that obvious, huh?" Elliot asked, though he already had his answer. "I'm planning on pretty much spending the few hours we've got left before curfew just playing, so it's not like I can deny it."
"Would you mind if I listened in for awhile longer?" The black-haired youth inquired.
"Oh, sure, be my guest."
...
"...So, what'd you think?" Elliot asked, having finished his playing.
"I'm impressed."
"Haha, you mean it? Good to hear." Elliot sported a rather large smile at the praise.
"It seems like you're really enjoying yourself when you play. I can practically hear your love for music in every note." Rean remarked
"Ahaha, cut it out, you're embarrassing me." The timid violinist responded, a bit of red dusting his cheeks, "Oh, by the way..."
"Hm?"
"I've been wondering about this for a while, but...you're a musician yourself, aren't you, Rean?" The orange-haired boy queried.
"Er, kinda...what tipped you off?" Rean posed to his friend, more than a little shocked that he had been able to tell.
"It was just a feeling I had." The sixteen-year-old divulged. "I can't really explain it, but it's like I can tell if someone has even the slightest bit of musical experience."
"Eh..." Rean couldn't help but sweatdrop at this. "The slightest bit is right. I used to play the lute for a while back home, but that's it. Still, that's a pretty impressive sense you have. You're really on another level when it comes to anything musical." He complimented his friend.
"Ahaha...I think you might be exaggerating just a little." Elliot said, scratching his cheek bashfuly.
"Not at all." The Schwarzer heir told him, shaking his head. "Most people wouldn't pick up on something like that. It shows the extent of your passion for music. That's something I respect."
"Passion isn't enough though. Not in music." Elliot suddenly stated solemnly. "If I want to get better, I'm going to need better equipment." The joy that had previously filled his visage had all but fled at this point. "But given the compromise, I can't even ask for that." He lamented in a low tone.
"What compromise?" Rean probed with a quirked brow.
At that, Elliot opened his mouth to tell his friend to not worry about it, but found himself second guessing himself on that, and failed to speak at all as a result, and simply closed his mouth once more.
"Elliot?"
Several more moments of silence passed, before the timid violinist finally decided to speak up. "My dad is...a lieutenant general in the imperial army. He lives his entire life around that. He's a military man to the core, at work and at home. And while he enjoys music too, he...he doesn't believe a man of the Empire should make a living as a musician. It just doesn't sit right with him. As a hobby it's fine, but as a career, it's a no-go. Because of that..." The orange-haired teen trailed off.
"That's why you didn't go to a music academy." Rean finished for him, having just come to the realization.
"Yeah..." Elliot confirmed with a nod of his head. "When I brought it up, he steadfastly refused. And afterwards, he began recommending one military academy after the other. I had no real choice in the matter; if I wanted to appease him, I had to go to one. It got to the point where just the words military and academy together got me upset. I hated it." The look of sadness in his eyes and the twinge of resentment in his tone made for quite the combination.
"Elliot..."
"That's when I thought of Thors. It was a military academy, but unlike others, not everyone who graduated went into the army. People who have graduated from here have gone on to become cooks, mechanics, politicians, and all sorts of other things. On top of that, I read that it had music classes as well. I knew it was my only way out. So, my father and I compromised. I would enroll in a military academy like he wanted, but it had to be Thors. So...here I am." Elliot finished with a sigh.
"I didn't know you had something like that weighing you down this whole time. I mean, I noticed something was off, but I didn't know it was something as heavy as that. I'm sorry." Rean apologized to his friend, his sympathy audible in his words.
He knew what it was to carry emotional weight, and no matter how small, it was never, ever, easy.
"No, it's okay." Elliot assured his friend with a shake of his head. "Honestly, it just feels good to get it off my chest. So, thank you for listening." He regained his smile at this.
"Anytime." Rean replied, smiling in return.
5/5 - Wednesday
Rean found himself near the Art Club Room and decided to drop by.
Upon entering, he noticed Gaius and two others, both females.
One sat next to the soft-spoken nord; she had light skin, long, pink hair fashioned into twin braids, and yellow eyes.
The other sat at the far end of the room, away from everyone else; she had light skin, short, messy, light brown hair with several notable tufts tied up with beads and ponytail holders. She looked like a mess.
Both wore the green commoner uniform.
"Oh, hello." The first girl, the one next to Gaius, shyly greeted.
"Hi, sorry, didn't mean to bother anyone. Just wanted to stop by and see my friend."
"Oh, you're Gaius' friend? Nice to meet you, I'm Linde." The pink-haired girl kindly introduced herself.
"Rean Schwarzer. Nice to meet you too." The raven-haired youth reciprocated. "Don't mind me." He added.
With a nod of her head, Linde returned to her painting.
'Might as well introduce myself to her while I'm at it.'
With that thought, Rean walked up to the other girl at the end of the room.
"Hello, I'm Rean S-"
The girl didn't even bother to look up from her sculpture as she cut him off by muttering, "Name's Clara, now buzz off. Now is not the time."
Her voice grew a little louder as she said, "I'm trying to hear this statue's voice!"
"Okay." With that, Rean respected her wishes and backed up, giving her some space.
Noticing the exchange, Linde poked her head out around her easel, "Be careful. Approaching Clara when she's like that is asking for trouble. Annoy her enough, and she'll start chasing you around with her chisel." She warned him. "Don't ask me how I know."
Rean sweatdropped at that.
"I'll keep that in mind." He replied with a nervous chuckle.
Having been caught up in his work, Gaius only now looked past his easel due to the commotion. "Oh, hello, Rean."
"Sorry, did I interrupt you?" The Schwarzer heir asked apolgetically.
"Nah, it's all right." Gaius assured him. "Clara instructed me to do some dessins, so I've been spending the day working on those."
"Haha... Seems like you've been working hard." The raven-haired youth remarked with a laugh.
"Doing my best to, at least." The soft-spoken nord responded.
"Would it be okay if I stayed a while and watched you draw, Gaius?" The diffident swordsman suddenly requested,
"Fine by me. If you've got any good advice, I'm all ears, too." Gaius readily agreed.
...
"Wow, that's quite the elaborate drawing." Rean praised his friend's work.
"Compliments like that make me feel like I'm improving. But don't hold back if you have any criticisms to make." Gaius replied.
"Got it. Even though I think this looks pretty great already." The Schwarzer heir responded. "You used to draw back home, right?" He queried.
"Yeah. I taught myself by painting landscapes and...well, mostly landscapers. But the head of the club, Clara, wasn't too thrilled to hear that." The soft-spoken nord brought up.
"How so?"
"According to her, I draw purely by feel, without even the most basic artistic techniques. She told me to take what I see and make it my own. So I've been doing rough sketches like this since last month. In fact, I just finished my hundredth sketch." Gaius informed him.
Rean sweatdropped again. "That's...a lot. I don't know if I'd have the patience to sit down and do that many. Isn't it kind of a pain?"
"It's not that bad. It helps that Clara's words resonated with me." The gentle spearman admitted. "That's what I'm doing with my time in the Empire, after all. I'm taking what I see and making it my own."
"Fair point."
...
Their conversation continued for another few minutes, when, eventually, Linde left for a bathroom break, and Gaius stopped drawing.
Pointedly gazing at his friend, he asked, "Rean, are you doing all right?"
"Uh, do I not look alright?" Rean questioned, a little confused. "I mean, it's like I said, I'm fully healed. Ready to go and all that."
The soft-spoken nord went quiet at that, locking eyes with Rean. He knew his friend was hiding something, bottling it up. He just didn't know what. He wanted to help.
'If he doesn't wish to tell me of his own volition, I shouldn't push the subject.
"Okay, Rean." He said with a nod of his head. "Just remember, anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm willing to lend an ear." He let him know. "After all, that's what friends do, isn't it?" He finished with a smile.
"Right. Thanks, Gaius, I appreciate that." Rean showed his gratitude with a smile of his own.
5/6 - Thursday
Rean and Fie sat in comfortable silence on one of the benches in the park, smack dab in the middle of Trista.
There weren't many people about, most of the citizens crammed into Kirsche's for the dinner rush, or tucked away in their homes, eating what their parents or spouses had prepared for them. This, for all intents and purposes, left them pretty much alone.
"Fie, I'm sorry." Rean suddenly apologized.
"Hmm?" She hummed, eyes shifting toward him, giving him a questioning look.
"It isn't fair that everyone found out about your past as a jaeger, not this way. You should have been the one to tell them." He clarified.
"Not your fault." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "It was bound to get out eventually. Though..." Her expressionless visage shifted for a moment then. "I do wish I had been the one to tell them." And just like that, it was back.
"But, no use in crying over spilled milk and all that." She nonchalantly dismissed the whole thing.
"Fie..." The black-haired boy breathed her name, unsure of what to say to that.
...
The center of Trista was all but barren of people, with the exception of little Tyzel doing some dusting and other menial tasks outside her father's store, and Jane tending to her flowers. And they were busy with their work, as a result they were too caught up to hear anything said by the childhood friends.
The duo quickly found out, however, that there was one more person out and about, and he had most certainly heard their conversation. Deciding now was the best time to announce his presence, he did so.
"Wassup, love birds?" Came the voice of Crow, getting their attention on him.
He hopped the railing and landed on the bench they were sitting on, his ass plopping down in the space between the two; he hit his mark dead on.
"L-Love b-birds?" Rean repeated, nearly tripping over the simple words. "What are you-"
"Oh, don't try and deny it." Crow said with a wry grin. "It's almost sunset, you're sitting together in a nice little park, basically alone... It just screams date."
Rean, lightly blushing, began spluttering, trying his best to explain that this wasn't the case.
Fie, on the other hand, was far more concerned with something else. 'Where the hell did he come from? I couldn't sense him at all...'
"Alright, alright. If you say so." Crow conceded with a shake of his head, the wry grin remaining, showing he didn't really believe Rean's words. "Anyway, I was out on a stroll when I noticed you two all stiff and serious over here, so I decided to drop by."
"Great." Fie spoke with a roll of her eyes, tone oozing pure sarcasm.
'How did he sneak up on me like that?'
"Oh, come now, don't be like that." The white-haired youth said, throwing his arm around Rean's shoulder, beginning to lean into him. "I came to offer my aid."
"Uh, with what?" Rean asked with a quirk of his brow, having calmed down from his spluttering state at this point.
"Why, I've come to play your wingman, of course." The red-eyed teen informed him with glee. "We all know that it'll take you forever to make a move, so I'm here to speed things along." He finished bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Was Fie's questioning response, now quirking a brow of her own.
"Crow!" Rean snapped. "I already told you, it's not like that. We're just friends, that's all." He insisted, more than a little aggravated with the second-year at this point.
He really didn't need this carefree slacker making things awkward between him and Fie, so his aggravation was understandable.
It went unnoticed by Rean, but Fie almost seemed to wince at those words. Crow noticed, but only barely, as the stoic girl did her best to conceal this reaction.
"Aww, don't be like that." Crow fake whined. "Why are you so hostile Rean-Boy? You usually have so much patience."
"You seem to drain it right out of me." The humble swordsman rebutted, as he removed the older boy's arm from his shoulder.
"That's just a joke waiting to be made." Crow pointed out the teen's choice of words, his grin widening with mirth.
Rean just rolled his eyes at that.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You two wanna be alone. Don't worry, this third wheel's rolling on out of here." Crow assured, getting to his feet, his grin fading.
"I already told you, it's not-" Rean didn't get the chance to finish, as Crow was already walking away, all but ignoring the younger teen.
...
Letting out a heavy sigh, Rean hung his head. "That guy...he really gets to me sometimes." The teen confessed aloud.
'How does he do it?' He wondered to himself.
At this point, he couldn't even be angry. He was just dumbfounded.
'I use every ounce of restraint I have to keep my emotions in check at all times, and yet, somehow, he always manages to get me to loosen my control. Not completely, but still. How does he do that?'
Glancing in Fie's direction for the briefest moment, he thought, 'He's like Fie in that way.'
Once Crow was out of sight, Fie queried, "Have you thought about what I said?"
"What's that?" Rean questioned, pushing his thoughts regarding Crow to the back of his mind.
The silver-haired girl need not answer, as when the two childhood friends locked eyes, he knew what she was talking about.
'I've been watching you for awhile, and you always seem like you're...not...entirely there.'
'Could it be...that you're lost?'
Her words echoed in his head.
"Yeah." The dark-haired swordsman answered affirmatively with a nod of his head, suddenly much more reserved than before.
"Do you finally wanna talk about it?" She asked of him, her tone solicitous.
The seventeen-year-old was silent at that for a number of moments, unsure of how he wanted to answer.
Sensing his still abundant hesitance, Fie came to a sudden decision.
Reaching out, she took hold of his right hand in hers, getting his attention on her once more.
Lime-green met fuchsia.
"Come with me."
...
Fie led Rean by his hand through Trista to the academy grounds, before circling the main building and coming to a stop on the academy field. Leading him to the center, she released her grip on his hand, before turning to face him.
"Fie, why are we here?" He questioned.
"I have a proposal for you." She told him straight up, no beating around the bush.
"What kind of proposal?" He questioned further, curious as to where this was going.
"I know you train on your own in your room every night." She stated. "Instead, meet me here on the field after school. From now on, we'll train together."
"I don't understand. What does this have to do with-" Rean began, only for Fie to answer his query before he could finish it.
"Zephyr taught me a lot, I can share that knowledge with you." Her usual emotionless visage fell away, as a earnest expression took it's place. "I'll teach you everything I learned in the corp. I can make you stronger that way."
Rean wasn't sure how to respond.
"That's what you want, isn't it? To become stronger? So you can protect Elise, and me?"
"Yeah." He answered with a nod, uncertainty fading.
"That won't work right now. I'm stronger than you. But, we can change that. But...not for nothing."
"Wait, you mean-" Rean started, catching onto what she was getting at.
"I will help you become stronger, but in return, I want you to confide in me. I want to know what this extra weight you've been carrying is. I can see it, there behind your eyes. And it's driving me crazy not knowing what's wrong." Her tone was full of frustration and sadness.
"I know you won't tell me right away. That's fine, I can wait a little longer. But, it has to be soon."
After letting her words sink in for a few moments, she finished with, "So, do we have a deal?"
Rean closed his eyes, as he thought this over. He hadn't been given a chance to get in a single word, but that was probably the point. He would have undoubtedly steered the discussion somewhere else, away from this. As he obviously didn't want to tell her.
'I don't wish to burden you with my petty problems...'
Still, this was too good an opportunity to pass up, and he knew it.
'If I want to get strong enough to protect Fie, this is my only real option.'
So, he bit the bullet. "Fine, you win."
Fie couldn't help but smile at this.
Rean simply returned the smile and asked, "So, when do we start?"
"Right now."
5/7 - Friday
Due to the dinner rush having come and gone, Rean and Fie, who sat together at one of the tables inside Kirsche's, were afforded relative privacy as they finished their meal.
"Good as always." Rean said to himself, before taking a long sip of his tea.
Fie caught his eye then, as she pulled out a book.
"Happy birthday, Rean." She wished her friend a happy birthday as she gave him his gift.
Taking the proffered item from her, he read the cover.
Red Moon Rose, Book One: The Red Moon
"Fie, this is too much. You already paid for the meal." He tried to tell her.
"Since you won't tell anyone else what day it is, I gotta make up for it." She replied matter-of-factly.
"It's just not that important, is all. Everyone's busy with their clubs and coursework, I really don't want to bother them. Besides, it'd be kind of awkward, wouldn't it? Half of them hardly know me. I mean, Laura and Emma are friendly, but Alisa...I get the sense that she doesn't like me. And as for Jusis, I hardly think he'd be interested in celebrating the occasion, y'know?"
"You could've told Machias, Elliot, and Gaius." She pointed out.
"Yeah, but like I said, they've got their own things to worry about. Gaius is working hard to hone his artistic skills, Machias is busy with Chess Club and his studies; you know how he's been bothered by the fact that Emma beat his score on the entrance exam. And Elliot... Well, he's dealing with some personal stuff."
Fie quirked a brow at this, but didn't inquire further.
"If it was my birthday, would we even be having this conversation?" She suddenly queried.
"Of course not." Rean replied instantly.
...
"Oh."
Wow. He just realized how hypocritical he sounded right now.
"See."
She had effectively made her point.
"Maybe you're right." He conceded. "But it's pretty much too late now. I'll tell them some other time, then we can celebrate my birthday next year."
The frown Fie now wore made it evident she was dissatisfied with that answer. But with a sigh, she accepted it.
"Did I hear something about a birthday?" A third voice suddenly interjected.
All of a sudden, there was Crow, pulling up a seat at their table.
"Crow?" Rean spoke his name.
Fie fixed the second-year with a bored look. 'He did it again.'
"You guys planning a birthday party or somethin'?" The white-haired youth inquired.
"No, nothing like that." The Schwarzer heir denied.
"It's Rean's birthday." The silver-haired girl informed him.
"Wait, really?"
Rean groaned. He didn't want to bother anyone with this.
"Happy birthday, Rean-boy!"
"Thanks, Crow, I appreciate it." The raven-haired swordsman responded with a small smile.
He didn't necessarily dislike celebrating his birthday. It was just...he didn't feel like it was warranted...especially this year.
"I ain't got much money on me, and it is short notice, so I can't really get'ya a gift. But I'll make it up to you next year." Crow assured.
"There's no need for that, seriously." Rean tried to tell him.
"Nonsense! Now what-wait, I just remembered." The second-year suddenly said. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
...
A few minutes later, Crow came waltzing back into Kirsche's.
Coming over to the table Rean and Fie shared, he placed something down. It was a chocolate cupcake with a single candle haphazardly shoved into the center.
"Um..." Rean wasn't sure what to say.
Fie just fixed the second-year with a disapproving look that said: really?
"Ramsay owed me a favor, so I was able to get it for free. I would have asked for a cake, but since it was short notice, it'd be curfew by the time it was done. But trust me, it's delicious. Filled with fudge, it's a chocolate lovers wet dream. That's why he always keeps a few on hand for sale." The white-haired youth explained. "I know it's not much, but everyone should have some sort of treat for their birthday, no matter who they are." He added.
The sincerity in Crow's voice was honestly kind of uplifting.
Rean couldn't help but smile.
Fie's eyes widened at the sight; this wasn't his muted smile, or his fake smile he put on for the sake of others, this was the genuine article. The one he'd only given to her since starting at the academy, and even then, it was just when they were alone.
Since meeting Crow, Fie didn't think much of him. He was just some annoying guy who popped up from time to time to harass her and Rean. Until yesterday, when he'd appeared out of nowhere without her sensing him, then he did it again just a few minutes ago. It was...a bit unsettling, honestly. It made her fight or flight response threaten to kick in, even.
But if he could make Rean smile, really, truly smile, then maybe he wasn't so bad.
END NOTE: Since Falcom is really fucking weird regarding ages, I've done my best to assign everyone a birthday without making them all born in the same three damn months. This will, of course, cause a little age discrepancy when compared to Canon, which says most of Class VII is 20 when CS3 takes place. I have taken into account Rean's birth month, since we canonically have it.
Everyone's birthdays are as follows...
1-Rean: May 7th (He is 18 years of age as of May 7th 1204)
2-Fie: March 3rd (She is 15 years of age as of March 3rd 1204)
3-Crow: December 21st (He will be 20 years of age as of December 21st 1204)
4-Sara: March 17th (She is 25 years of age as of March 17th 1204)
5-Gaius: June 20th (He will 18 years of age as of June 20th 1204)
6-Jusis: February 5th (He is 18 years of age as of February 5th 1204)
7-Machias: February 8th (He is 18 years of age as of February 8th 1204)
8-Laura: November 16th (She will be 18 years of age as of November 16th 1204)
9-Elliot: June 21st (He will be 17 years of age as of June 21st 1204)
10-Emma: October 27th (She will be 18 years of age as of October 27th 1204)
11-Alisa: August 26th (She will be 18 years of age as of August 26th 1204)