Hello there, Final Fantasy fans. This is my first FF8 fiction, so all I can say is that, I hope you like it and enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

And without any further a due, here it is.

DisclaimerI do not own the original plot of Final Fantasy, but most of what is gonna happen here it's of my doing… don't hit me.

Twisted Fantasy

By Revir

Chapter 1: The beginning

"Settle down, we'll be staring class in a few minutes."

The noise died down a bit as the large group of youngsters, none over the age of twelve started to gather around the tall man.

The instructor was indeed a very tall man with broad shoulders, tanned skin and a heavily muscled torso. His bare head shone with the reflection of the sun as he caressed his well developed beard with his right hand.

He nodded his approval as he observed the children stand in attention, all but three. He narrowed his eyes at the group that remained seated, completely relaxed beneath a nearby tree.

Always those three… He thought shaking his head slightly at the youngsters. At that moment, the taller boy with dark skin laughed out loud at something the slightly shorter blond haired boy had said all the while the albino girl's face remained emotionless only nodding a bit.

"You three, stand in line, we're starting class!" He growled at them, the whispers that had started a few seconds ago in the already lined up children stopping immediately.

The blond boy smirked as he got up from his very comfortable position and started to walk lazily towards the rest, with a smug expression and the other two loyally followed. Just before joining the group, he stopped and signalled to his companions to something behind the instructor, smirking wider.

A murmur started to rise again as the children realised what was going on and, noticing their attention focused elsewhere, Instructor Mark Brandt turned around and followed everyone's gaze to the object of the disturbance.

A kid, around the age of the rest of them, was currently descending a flight of stairs and heading towards them. The child's brown hair was long and unruly and even though it was tied up in a high ponytail it still covered its owner's face almost completely. Also the clothes seemed a few sizes too big, the long sleeved grey shirt reaching bellow the waist as the black baggy shorts reached almost to the black ankle boots.

The girl approached the tall man handing him a folded piece of paper. He read it then nodded something at her which the remaining children were too far away to hear, then turned to face the class.

"Ok, kids. This is our new addition to the class. Now, prepare your weapons, we're having match ups today!"

As everyone gathered in groups of two and prepared their weapons, the girl who was carrying a relatively large weapon case, placed it in the ground opening it and removing its content. The groups didn't take much time to organize, usually everyone practiced with the same opponent. And it was right about then that everyone stopped, including instructor Brandt.

All eyes turned to the blonde boy who was smirking like crazy. Seifer was never the social "buddy" type and though he was always seen walking around with Fujin and Raijin since he was around ten that was about it. Even in classes when they made groups he was always with them, and since the class had an odd number, from the early days he had teamed up with them, sparring each other in turns. In the beginning he did fight with some of the other kids but not only was he very strong and usually defeated them in a strike or two, he also liked to tease and often humiliate the "losers" and thus shoving people away. He was quickly considered the best cadet… and the biggest ass…

So imagine the shock in everyone once they realised that, if left be as it was, the new girl in Combat 101 would have to face Seifer.

One of the boys had a conscious expression and started to move forward. Immediately someone grabbed his arm, halting him.

"What are you doing Nida?" whispered his practice partner.

"We can't let them fight each other!" the tall boy said, shaking his friend's arm from his with a stern look on his face. "He'll hurt her! He never showed any mercy towards his opponents before and even though he never faced a girl, I doubt he'll take it any easier on her considering she's new!"

"He won't take it easy on you either, remember last time?"

"But…"

"I guess you're with me."

Nida, along with everyone else looked back as Seifer approached the girl, sizing her up. She stood up, holding what seemed to be a Garden training gunblade. Seifer's smirk grew as he noted her choice of weapon.

Same as mine. This is gonna be entertaining.

She raised her head slightly so that only Seifer could see her face and her eyes.

Sea green locked on stormy blue.

Shaking his head, Instructor Brandt said a silent prayer for the girl and vowed to stop the fight when it got too dangerous as he turned to the stunned youngsters.

"You may begin!" he half shouted.

Half the crowd jumped in surprise but they readied themselves for their work out.

Only two figures didn't move, eyes still locked in each other's. Seifer tilted his head, his smirk never leaving his features.

"Show me what you've got, Leonhart!"

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The dark stormy sky brightened with a flash of lightning as thunder echoed throughout the area. Something else sparkled with the reflected light and that something was getting closer, falling…

A customized gunblade stabbed itself in the hard rocky ground after its flight, and once more glittered in the light of the heavy storm from up above.

A hand shot out of nowhere and grasped the hilt of the revolver. Its thumb ring shone with the lightning as the hand effortlessly removed the blade from the ground. The figure rounded the previous resting place of the weapon, rolling it in its hand and stood there ready to attack.

She wore high heel black leather boots that reached just below her knees with several black leather straps zipped at the back. on her waist, she wore a black leather low-waist mini-skirt opened on the sides with a set of two dark red leather belts. On her chest, she had a white low-cut top under a black leather jacket, a bit shorter than normal jackets, with a few leather straps and a fur-lined collar. Her hands were covered by thumb-less black leather gloves and her visible fingernails were painted black. Around her neck she wore a loose choker with a pendant in the shape of a lion's head, the same symbol adorning her ring and weapon.

Her head tilted to the side, the long locks of her unruly brown hair just barely covering her deep stormy blue eyes as she gazed upon her opponent, standing right in front of her.

Before her was a young man with short blond hair wearing a long light-grey trenchcoat with a red cross like symbol on the sleeves and a blue and white vest underneath it, dark grey pants and black boots. He wore a neck tight chain choker with tags and his head was also slightly tilted to the side. A smirk adorned his faceas his eyes also looked straight at her.

Sea green locked on stormy blue.

He taunted her, she charged.

He easily deflected her attack swinging at her, which she parried. And so their dance began. One's speed was matched by the other and although the boy was stronger she was more agile. Attacks were made, parried, deflected, evaded none able to gain the upper hand over the other and still none of them backed out.

The blonde's smirk had vanished a few seconds into the confrontation as his inability to land a blow was starting to make him sloppy. Taking advantage of this, the girl raged against him, pushing him back. He could do nothing but defend, which got him more on edge. He risked it all by pushing her after a successful block making her step back a bit. She twirled the blade in her hand and readied another charge. But he anticipated her actions and launched a fire spell in her direction. Caught off guard, she could only bring her gunblade up to soften the blow.

The fire attack sent her a couple of meters flying, making her hit the rock wall behind her. Loosing her footing, she fell to the ground, kneeling but her weapon still held securely in her right hand. She shook off her dizziness and while trying to use her gunblade as support to get back on her feet she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

She looked up in time to see a black blade descending rapidly towards her. Throwing her head back she avoided the worst but the pain in her forehead echoed through her like a thunder storm. Adrenaline rushed through her entire being and she tightening her grip on Revolver. She shifted the weight in her legs, looked right up at his mocking eyes, blood blurring her vision. Their eyes locked on each other's once more as she swung her blade up, right at his face.

He stepped back just in time to avoid taking on the full attack but did feel something sting right between his eyes. His hand went up to his injury and he saw blood.

Loosing her balance, she fell back to the ground kneeling and once more trying to use her gunblade to get back up.

"You got me Leonhart." He growled at her. "You fuc…" he stopped mid sentence as he watch her, slightly stunned as she could barely stand up.

He was about to add something but his words got caught up in his throat as she raised her head to look at him. He could only stare.

Blood flowed freely from her injury, obviously much more serious than his own, covering her right eye and dripping onto the floor. But her eyes were still locked in his with such determination or stubbornness, almost as she wanted to go on.

Her vision was so blurred now she could barely make out anything. And then, all went black.

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"IT HAS BEGUN!" - Shang Tsung,

Mortal Kombat

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AN: Ok, here we are, first chapter is out, second will also be up in a while (don't get very used to the two-for-one thing, though).

I hope you've enjoyed this little introduction, I know it's short, but that's why you get the second right now

Don't forget to leave your opinion. For those of you that also have stories out there, you know how "hearing" from your readers is important (for our self esteem, mostly). For those of you who don't, just take my word for it.

Revir