Best of Enemies
They'd been bitterest of enemies at first. As it always starts out.
He was the leader in all the academics and in psychic training, a first for someone his age. He was quiet, he was brilliant, he knew what he was about and often schooled the teachers when it came to their own asinine lessons. He tutored himself late into the night, firing at the target range, meditating for lost thought to concentrate it into nothing but pure, fine psychic energy. He was immovable. He was Sasha Nein.
And then she arrived. Milla Vodello, with her shining earrings, her pretty mouth, always flapping, always jawing on about something. Always dancing. When she wasn't beating a samba down the hallways, she was levitating and leaving all the boys behind her to try to get a look up her skirt. Not Sasha. She'd breeze by and his nose would stay cemented between the pages of a book.
He didn't even listen to her thoughts of Silly boy as she passed.
And then she burst into his academics. She would raise her thin hand, wiggling long fingers through the air with her big, pretty smile and ever-batting eyelashes. The most infuriating thing, she answered correctly. Sasha saw it in her mind. She knew every answer that he should have answered. Her arm was quicker than his. It whipped into the air like a burning sword, a giant exclamation point, one large beam of light from the catwalks to shine a brilliant spotlight on Milla Vodello.
Sasha burned with indignation.
He tossed murderous thoughts her way in the cafeteria, but either she paid him no never-mind or the interference of so many minds wiped away his murdering intent before it reached her. He glared fire nonetheless.
She just smiled. She always just smiled.
In levitation class, when she knew yet another answer before he even had time to raise his hand, she finally gave in, looked over her shoulder at him, and said in a bright accent: "If you shielded your mind better, I wouldn't be stealing your answers, darling."
When he set her on fire in levitation class, that's when the real war began.
They battled back and forth in silence, testing one another with psychic attack after psychic attack in the hallways when none of the teachers were paying them any attention. Between classes, in the cafeteria, on the way to the restrooms--nothing was sacred.
And then it stopped.
One day, Milla Vodello burst into very real tears, and Sasha Nein was left alone in an empty hallway. They didn't psychically prowl for one another after that. They wall had been breeched. They sat in silence, neither contemplating the other, a wash of nothingness that stirred their little psychic community in ways they couldn't have comprehended.
And then, Sasha Nein approached Milla Vodello outside of her home room; an awkward, scrawny German teen with hair that he had cut himself for two years approaching the pretty hispañola physically for the very first time.
One foot scratched the back of his leg nervously. She didn't turn to him. He didn't look up from the ground between them.
"I am very sorry I set you on fire," he mused, barely spoken.
She still didn't look up. "I'm very sorry I brought up your mother."
And then they were friends.
AN: Hello, friends! Long time no browse! Anyway, here's the scoop... This Valentine's Day, I have literally nothing to do, so I've decided to pick my 14 favorite pairings and write some sappy vignettes for them! Not all of them will be from one fandom, so if you're interested, check out my profile! I lerv Sasha/Milla. I think they're so sweet :D But this is my take on how they met, etc. Let me know what you think, leave some love, and stay awesome!!