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To the Skies	By : sailtheplains Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Nev--Yay, some people are like that. Only read for smut. Which isn't a problem, I've done it before. But there are plenty of awesome stories on this site that don't need smut in the first chapter for it to be good. :D
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This chapter is short. *angry face*
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...some books are meant to be digested thoroughly...
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Cid sat in a chair. One of three. He sat in the middle, his brother on his left and his sister on his right. Morgan had stopped crying, she was staring at her feet, hiding behind her curly black hair. Fletcher sat straight-backed, glaring at the man before them.

He was an older man, probably in his mid-forties or fifties with wild silver and black hair and a clean-shaven face. He was ruffling through some papers, notes evidently, that he must have taken. He wore a royal blue uniform. Something military, Cid guessed, from the bars on the left sleeve and gold airship insignia on the right. He set some of the papers on a cherry wood desk topped with glass.

"Morgan Elaina Highwind."

Morgan was trembling, trying hard not to cry. She peeked out behind the fringe of her hair.

"You are five-years-old, yes?"

She nodded silently.

The man looked away from her red-rimmed eyes. "You will be enrolled in our First Year class. You will learn a basic set of skills until you are ready to progress further. You will be expected be on time for these classes. Do you understand?"

Looking terrified, she nodded.

"You will also sleep in the girls" dormitory. The girls are between the ages of five and eight. This is overseen by the Hall Mistress, who you will meet momentarily. Any bad behavior, you will answer to her. They will show you around and they will answer any questions for you. Do you understand?"

She quelled a sob and nodded again.

"Cid Maxwell Highwind."

Cid looked down, squaring his shoulders against the back of his hard wooden chair and looked up into the man"s face.

"You are nine, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

The man cleared his throat and glanced at his papers again. "You"re old enough to start weapons training, then. Is that something you"re interested in?"

Cid"s thoughts flashed through like lightning in his brain. With a weapon, he could protect his mother and Morgan. "Yes, sir."

The man stood up. Cid flinched back into his chair, digging his fingers into the armrests.

"Stand up, Cid," the man ordered, walking around the desk and standing behind Cid"s chair.

Cid glanced at Fletcher and stood up, turning around.

"Come here." The man glanced at the door to his office and called, "Crane, get in here."

The door opened and a woman entered. Her uniform was nearly identical to the headmaster"s but she had a different insignia on her right shoulder of two crossed sabers. She had a black patch over one eye.

"This is Beatrix Crane. She"s our Weapons Master. As you can see," and he pointed to Crane"s hip. "She prefers the sword, but she is more than capable of teaching most any other weapon."

He turned to her. "This is Cid Highwind. He"ll be starting weapons training with your beginner class. I want to know your thoughts."

The woman stared down at Cid with her uncovered eye. "Have you ever used a weapon before?"

Cid swallowed. "A"just a BB gun."

"How were you with it?"

"Okay""

"Just okay?" The way she said it didn"t ask him to go back on his words. She walked around him. "Stand up straight."

He did. She studied him. Cid looked down, feeling as though he were under a spotlight.

"He"s got lean build. He"ll grow up strong, though." She poked his tense shoulders.

"A front-line fighter then?"

Crane nodded, stepping away and studying him. "Maybe a battle axe"or a spear? Let him start off with a polearm. See if he likes it."

"All right then," he said. He looked down at Cid. "How does that sound?"

Cid nodded.

"Okay, sit down." The headmaster walked back around his desk and Crane let herself out. He picked up a paper again. "Have you thought about what you"d like to do with your life?"

Cid blanked. He"d never been asked that before.

Seeing his expression, the headmaster said, "Is there anything you like?"

Cid thought of Rick Case and the planes that flew overhead just yesterday. It seemed a lifetime ago. "P...planes."

The man nodded. "Unfortunately, we don"t teach pilots. You were in school before this. Was there any subject you liked? Mathematics? Science? Writing?"

Cid"s fingers had gone cold. "Math. I"I liked Math."

"Well then, if you like planes and you"re good in Math, why don"t we start you off in engineering and electronics classes?"

"Why does he need to choose this now? He"s only nine."

The headmaster turned his steely, dark blue eyes at Fletcher. "He can change his mind later, if he wants to. But I will remind you that this is a military academy. He will be learning something useful. It"s an opportunity to explore." With an air of great dignity, the man looked back at Cid. "How does that sound?"

Cid nodded, not really caring, at this point, what he was agreeing to. Just so long as it could get him out of this office.

"These classes, though they will be beginners" classes, are not a cakewalk, Cid Highwind. They will require diligence. And this will be in addition to your regular classes, plus your weapons and Materia classes. You will be staying in the boys" dorm, ages nine to twelve. Understood?"

Materia classes"?

He nodded.

"How does he know if he"ll be able to keep up with all that? He just got here."

The headmaster turned, again, to look at Cid"s older brother. "Your mother informed us that Cid is quick to learn and eager. He"ll be fine."

"Our mother told you about us?" His tone was cold.

Whether or not the man sensed this, Cid didn"t know. He kept his face impossibly blank and said, "Yes, she did. She also said that you, Fletcher Kain Highwind, would be the most difficult to deal with."

Fletcher glared, his shoulders tensing.

The headmaster smiled. "I can see from your expression that you"re determined to prove her correct. Very well." He leaned back in his chair and raised his voice. "Mistress Nova, Mister Wood."

Two people came inside then. One was a woman who looked to be about as old as the headmaster. Her eyes were black and her hair was silvery blond. Her mouth was pinched, as if she"d just sucked on a lemon. The other was a younger man, perhaps in his thirties, with a kind face, thick brown hair and a matching beard.

"These two are your halls" supervisors. They already know how old you both are. You will begin classes next Monday. You will be presented with finalized schedules and uniforms tomorrow. Spend the rest of the week getting to know where your classes are. You"re dismissed." Suddenly, his eyes flicked up. "Not you," he told Fletcher, who had just begun to rise. "You will stay."

"Why?" Cid asked, gripping his armrests again.

The headmaster did not turn to him, but kept his terrible gaze on Fletcher. "Because your brother wants to be difficult, we will discuss his classes in private. You"re dismissed."

Cid looked at Fletcher. Fletcher didn"t look back.

Cid stood, squaring his shoulders. He turned to his sister. "C"mon, Morgan."

Sniffing, she took his hand and got up.
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