"Oh Asch," Anise (Luke's annoying, hero-worship sister) swooned, "You're sooo handsome and smart! The girl who marries you will be so lucky!" She smiled as if she wouldn't mind if he married the next girl he looked at - namely, her.
But Asch wasn't looking at her. Asch was looking at the beautiful blond girl beside him, who had her face buried in her notes, reciting the names of Kimlasca's past kings under her breath as she flipped through the history textbook. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that she
was going to ace the test.
He'd marry her, he decided, if life wasn't so horrible for him. If he hadn't lost his parents at such a young age, if he hadn't been cursed by the Dark Lord Lorelei (He Who Shall Not Be Flamed) and forced to hear his voice in his head, if he didn't have to fight for his life again and again. If only he hadn't been the Boy with the Cockatiel Hair. If only-
"Asch," Natalia cut into his thoughts, looking worried. "Are you alright?"
"You look like you swallowed a Dark Bottle," Luke added in. "...Again."
Asch shot him a scathing glare, called him a dreck, and immediately felt better.
"Everyone quiet," Professor Van called from the front of the class, and everyone sat up, perfectly attentive. "Alright now, books away, controllers out! Now, practice the attack button..."
As Asch began to zone a little, he couldn't help but think that it was just another miserable day at Rappigwarts School for Fomicry.
Just think of it.
Asch fon Fabre and the Seventh Fonstone!
Asch fon Fabre and the Chamber of Badtouch! (courtesy of sphere
Asch fon Fabre and the Prisoner of Akzeriuth!
Asch fon Fabre and the Order of the Cheagle!
Asch fon Fabre and the Replica Prince!fontech
: I RAN OUT OF IDEAS.fabre
: Hmm... D:fabre
: ASCH FON FABRE AND THE TEENAGE PREGNANCYfabre
: I LIKE THAT ONEfontech
: asjkdhasjkdhkjashdaskdjaNo I am not really going to write this.
Meanwhile, this is the best fanfic ever.