Y/N
"AAAAAAAH HOW COULD I BE LATE AGAIN!" I screamed, attempting to put my shoes on. I was late to school and running like I never had. My feet were moving at an incredible speed and for a moment, I thought about joining the track team.About two minutes later, I had made it to my class, skidding down corners just to get there. I was about to knock the door of my class but, not to my surprise, my teacher already opened the door causing me to fall on my face.
"Ah, Y/N, always a pleasant surprise." My teacher announced smugly. Giggles were heard throughout the class, at my dramatic entrance. I groaned in embarrassment and took my usual seat next to Regina. She was red from holding in her laughter.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" I hissed into her ear.
"You never answer your phone. And anyway, if you did wake up, you move like a sloth. Sorry bestie." She replied, giggling slightly. Its not that funny!
"Well maybe next time you could come to-"
"Y/N! Talking and being late? Have you learnt nothing? Detention after school in my office! That should teach you not to disrupt my lessons." The teacher said. I groaned once again and slammed my head into my desk. Today was going to be a long day.
******time skip******
Its been a year since everything happened. We've all aged up; me and the girls being 15 years of age, except for Natalie who turned 12 a couple months ago. Ira too being 15, even though his and Natalie's ages are complicated.
Marmo and Bel get along just as well as an old married couple. Even though Marmo is only 28, Bel 70. Bel had his birthday during the whole Rachel situation and I still feel bad that he didn't get to properly celebrate.
I found my real mother. My biological one. Shockingly enough, it was Princess Marie Angelica. It still shocks me today. I might never get my head wrapped around it. Her being my mother, technically means that Regina and Natalie are my sisters. But then again, its complicated.
My mother gave birth to me on a late evening, November. November 14th to be exact at 9:15pm. She raised me in secret, away from the dangers of the world. Only some of the castle guards, Johnny and my grandfather were aware of my existence. That was until a mini war broke out between the opposite sides. Marmo had been aware of my birth and wanted me for herself. She kidnapped me during the dark of the night and brought me to my new home. I was still a very small baby, and needed lots of taking care of. Bel and Marmo raised me in hopes of me becoming powerful and strong one day. I grew up with Ira; he was my best friend and had been since birth. He was born a couple days before me on October 14th; exactly a month before I was born.
We were like peanut butter and jelly growing up. Rarely separated from each other. I was always there for him and he was always there for me. I never realised that I was different from the others and Marmo wanted it to stay that way. She wanted the world to be quiet. As she always said:
"the world is quiet here."
A decade later, the war began and I was separated from my family. I was warned of this happening. Bel took me away for the first time; to earth where I would be safe. He brought me to a rich families back garden, which was basically a jungle, who went by the Yotsuba's; Clara's family. He thought I would be safe there and told me to stay put. After the war, he brought me back home and shrugged off any questions. That's when I met Regina, a baby who grew rapidly overtime. Only a month had passed and she was already our age. That's when things changed.
I was taken away by Bel again. King Mercenare thought I held too much love in my heart to become anything like my fellow peers. Marmo was outraged and there were tears everywhere. I promised I would find them again and- well you know the rest.
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a quiet world (sequel to: together forever- ira x reader)
Fanfictionsequel to: together forever (ira x reader) A year has past during the very busy lives of the former superheroes. Everyone thinks life is going great, but that's never really how it goes does it? *publishing a new chapter every week*