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NAME: Lyra Khan (first/last)
AGE: 17
LOOKS:
OCUPATION: one of the best SeeD academy students
WEAPON: Whip, sword, her body
CHARACTER: sarcastic, wild, stubborn, likes to tease, self-confidante, loud, obnoxious, childish. In other words everything Squall-y-poo is not. Ironic? No, I prefer: just all to perfect to pair with him XD.
There was a very special time of day everyday for the SeeD academy training grounds. Yes indeed. This particular time occurred everyday at the exact same time. And that time would be the end of the afternoon and the beginning of the evening.
The sun was just slowly beginning to set and leave the space on the sky to the moon, as it changed the shift. Yes. At this time the training grounds were found to be comfortably empty and nicely quiet.
The SeeDs that happened to use it at the free time they had throughout the day were probably grabbing a bite to eat at the cafeteria, before retreating to their dorms. However there were two people who knew all too well, how to put the non-crowd-ness of the place to good use.
One heard on the name of Lyra Khan, as for the other..
[ ♥ ] A light gust of wind flew across the big empty space, making an elegant black whip wiggle lightly as the motion of air got it caught in it. The weapon, whose grip was lightly ornamented with a few diamonds, however was wrapped around another weapon; which was trusted in the ground. The weapon being an all too memorable gunblade.
I smirked as that same gust of wind reached me and threw a few strands of my wildly red hair, tied together in a high ponytail, over my shoulder. I was panting lightly and a few beads of sweat were to be found on my forehead, but all in all I way quite satisfied.
I leaned over a bit so that my eyes connected with a certain brunette's whirlpools of blue. A scar was slashed through the bridge of his nose and a not-so-happy look pasted over his handsome features.
It just so happens that I was sitting on his chest as he was lying on the floor, my knees pinning him down.
"Looks like this makes it 16:15 for me, Squally!" I said with a wink and giggled as his face frowned. And in a low growl from somewhere deep inside his throat came the response.
"Stop calling me that!"
"What ever do you mean Squally?" I faked my surprise/shock, knowing how the nickname I had given him annoyed him.
He let out an irritated sigh and I snickered, straightening up my upper-body and moved my legs from his chest, to the floor on either side of him, so he wouldn't choke.
"You know what, Squall.. the only thing that matters is, that I kicked your butt all over the place!" I remarked with a smirk set all across my features.
I could have sworn I heard him muss something among the lines of 'whatever', but it turned into an urgent: "Just get off!"
"Awww," I pouted, "But your chest happens to be just oh-so-comfortable for me to sit on."
He rolled his eyes, becoming annoyed and rather acidly-tempered towards my childish-teasing character. What can I say, he's just the antisocial, harsh, cold, and in every way the most IRRESISTIBLE guy in the universe.
Somewhere among the lines my mind imagined him say something like 'well your butt isn't comfortable to sit on my chest', making me laugh. Of course, Squall could not read my mind (but that never stopped him from getting into my head long ago and refusing to get out.) so he just thought I was laughing of no particular reason again.
"Anyway, Squall.. YOU owe ME a REMATCH!" I said triumphaly.
Well you all must be confused right now. As in why is Squall Leonheart on the floor and why does he owe ME a rematch and not the other way around. Well it's like this.
I and Squally have been coming here everyday to train for about a year and a half or so. It took quite some time before I managed to convince him that I am not to be underestimated. And it also took a while for the BOTH of us to get used to the other's presence. Since we both didn't want to pass on the extra training. But after a while we kind of got used to each-others presence.
The whole idea about the rematch originated from that simple fact. You see whenever, for example he beat me, I owed him a rematch, in order to prove that I CAN beat him. And if I beat him, HE'd owe me a rematch so I could prove it to him that I can beat him again. And the other way around. I forgot how we came to this theory already. Judging from how it sounds it was my idea.
MAKES NO SENSE? Well it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not! Not all have sense in life.. much like why does Squall Leonheart spend time with a girl like me..
[ ♥ ] [[ SQUALL'S POV, 3rd PERSON ]]
The brunette sighed once again as he watched Lyra slowly stand up from him and in the upright position look down at him, smiling.
The affect the girl had on everything around her was confusing him. She was the most annoying female on the planet, but he didn't mind being annoyed if she was the one doing it.
He dismissed the thought, but that didn't do anything about the fact that she brought him so fat he actually looked forward to their everyday training session, AND didn't mind getting his butt kicked (as Lyra put it) all over the place.
Well actually her winning had nothing to do with him going easy on her. Oh no! Lyra Khan was one of the best SeeDs on the academy. And she could easily wipe the floor with almost anybody, if she put her mind to it. It was simple really. You got to close to the whip, and you paid dearly for it. If you managed to get the whip away from her.. you had to face her sword.
But there was another thing about Lyra that made her such a dangerous opponent. She went by the motto: Use what you have OR Use what you were given. And what she was given by Mother Nature was a body a woman could only wish for. And she trained it to be as flexible as it could. The most dangerous part of it was: she knew all to well on how to use it.
No matter how impossible it seemed, she managed to get to even the coldest, stoic guy both on the academy and on general. And even though he, by now managed to stay non-affected by her little tricks and even the score, he still got defeated just as much as she did.
And somewhere among the teasing, mocking and her other behavior-issues, he found himself wanting for her to stay every time she left, and to instantly miss her when she was not around.
It was a mystery to him as in WHY he felt the way he did when she was around. A confusing fact, which baffled him to no ends. He would never show it of course, but the feeling was there along with..
A hand was waved before his eyes quite excitedly, and it was then that Squall noticed he was in a sitting position, one leg bend towards him, for him to rest his elbows on, and that he was pretty much starring at the red-haired SeeD before him.
"Squall!" She exclaimed, "Now that's a surprise! The academy's biggest Heart Throb actually LOOKED at a girl! My word, Squally, you just corrupted my widdwe innocent soul!" He heard her chuckle, eyes flashing with amusement.
"Whatever," The brunette sighed/growled, used to such comments from her. Yes indeed, she WAS the most annoying female ever.
[ ♥ ] "Whatever," I head Squall mutter out his favorite saying, making my chuckling grow out in a whole lot of laughter.
I kneeled down, so our faces and bodies were just about 10 inches apart. I leaned in lightly, a smirk all across my face again.
By now his steady, even breath was tickling me over my face, but that didn't stop me. No I was pretty much used to body-contact with him, since I was quite good at hand-on-hand combat too.
"You know what your problem is, Squall?" I said poking his chest with every word, making him twitch.
He didn't respond, so I assumed that I could go on: "You're too easy to tease!" I stated before throwing myself into a somersault, over him and landed softly behind is back landed softly behind his back. He didn't move a muscle nor did he turn around.
"Come on! Lighten up a little!" I leaned forward, resting my elbows onto his shoulders and pressed my body against his back. Since I was holding myself up, my upper-body now rested against him all the way to my breasts: "Do tell me, what must a girl do to get a light sign of amusement from you.."
As he gave no response I just sighed heavily: "You're just no fun at all!"
Even before I finished my sentence my body parts were removed from him, as I made another somersault, ending up in a handstand. Smirking I moved my legs backwards, making a gymnastic figure. With the tip of my feet I grabbed the handle of Squall's gunblade and.. pulled the weapon from the ground!
I do have to admit.. quite some effort was needed for me to throw the weapon at Squall and not to cut his head off in the process. Since I had to throw the damned thing turned upside-down and with my legs.
Before he got the time to stand up I was up and about, my whip gracefully in my hands.
"You still owe me a rematch, Squally!"
[ ♥ ] I skidded across the tiled floor; I order to avoid one of the many attacks from Squall. Catching the breath I stood there, awaiting his next move.
I spotted him slowly and confidently walking towards me. I gulped; startled as my icy-blue eyes met his sapphire ones.
God!
The look in his eyes, the expression on his face..the way his body moved. I could see the muscled on his toned body flex under the clothes he wore. Damn the sight made my body freeze in an instant. I just couldn't break the contact, waiting for him as he came closer and closer.
Fuck!
I somehow managed to step back, the whip in my hand wiggled nervously. This was no good. Not good at all! What the heck did the guy do to me with just one look?! Again I took a few steps back, before I noticed I had nowhere to go.
I didn't even notice the large tree behind me.
Shit! I didn't see that we came to the edge of the training grounds!
Desperately trying to save myself from the 'endangering' situation, I looked around. But only so I could note that u had nowhere to go. As I looked back up and forward, my eyes met with Squall's, and once again I had a hard time swallowing the lump in my throat.
Wait?! Where's his gunblade? I then noticed he was unarmed, his weapon who knows where.. but he was still walking towards me with the same confidence and with the unchanged look in his wonderful eyes.
A soft smirk appeared on his features and the next thing I knew, he was right in front of me, still looking into my very soul.. His left hand grabbed my right-the one in which I held my whip.
The weapon fell out of my grip all on its own and in a instant, my back was pressed against the trunk of the tree. My hands were positioned on either side of my head, held there by Squall as he lased his fingers with mine, crushing me against the tree.
I didn't dare to blink or tear the contact we shared apart. And at that point I noticed something in his eyes. SOMETHING so.. different.. hot, sexy, longing. But something else was there.. something more gentle, almost romantic. God so many emotions were presented in just that one single look, one intensive stare that threw me into another world.
The intensity was killing me, the air around me so thick I was almost afraid to breathe it into my lungs, his scent was floating all around me, and my heart was beating so fast it probably echoed throughout the whole training ground.
Our faces were inching closer at such a slow pace I felt like being tortured.
GOD! Just kiss me already!
I wasn't sure is I said that out loud or just shouted it in my thoughts, but it didn't matter at all once Squall's overly soft lips crashed onto mine, dominating them in a passionate kiss.
I didn't waste time and instantly kissed back, trying to free at least one hand from his grasp, to satisfy the building urge to pull him closer.
From inside his throat came a light growl at my trial nut he never broke the kiss, whish by now had grown into much more than just a simple lips-to-lips contact.
While working his tongue into my mouth (to which I didn't actually object), he seemed to also fulfill my wish as he applied his while body to mine, crushing me even more against the tree.
Giving a light startled groan I managed to free one hand, instantly running my fingers through his chocolate colored hair.
Curse the human need for oxygen! I thought as we had to break apart, after what felt like hours, days even.
My lips were still lightly parted and my eyes half closed enjoying the friction between our neatly put-together bodies.
As I looked up to get a better look at Squall (me being 3 inches shorter than him) I found his lips to be twitched into a half smirk, half smile.
"Talk about a rematch, huh?" I asked, now my lips produced the same motion.
Squall snorted: "Whatever!"
"Love ya too!" I teased though there was the honest truth in my words.
Well I expected it to be one of those statements he won't want to comment, but I was more than surprised when I heard him mutter a very quiet but still hearable: "Yeah."
I smiled widely, pecked his lips in a gentle way before slipping out of his grip.
"And since I got you to confess something.. I WON!! Sooooo.. you," I poked his chest again, lightly this time, "You owe ME another rematch!!"
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