Soulmates are a funny thing. Words on your skin that match another. Aife was no different. The words written on her wrist are 'Two Demons' in Arabic.
(I have added this story to Ao3 so if you see it there, that's why)
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School had started now and the miraculous squad were sitting in class talking to one another. They talked about Marinteet's new designs until Madame Bustier walked into the classroom. Everyone silences and looks to the front of the class waiting for their teacher to start. "Alright, class today we will be doing a long project for English," She says with joy radiating off her. "We are calling it 'pen pal stay pal'. You will get a pen pal from a french class in Gotham Acadamy. You will write your emails to them in English, and they will write back to you in French. You will all do this for a month getting prompts you must write about. After a month of writing to one another, they will come over here and either stay with your family or stay in the mayor's hotel. They will stay for a month here coming to school and doing all your subjects with you. When they go back to Gotham you are all going there too! We will stay in Gotham for another month and go to school with your pen pal." She finishes. The class broke out into whispers. Everyone wanted to know who their pen pal would be. "When I call your name come get your envelopes and we can officially start this unit."
Aife's POV
A pen pal? Really. Now I have to deal with some Americans who probably can't speak French that well. Fuck me. "Aife" Madame Bustier calls out. Shit, I don't want to. Fuck it, just smile and take it. I get up to go and get my envelope. I say a quick thanks and go back to my seat.
I open the envelope and take out the contents. Picking up the first piece of paper, I look at it and see it's just an email. WAY002@GothamAcadamy.edu.am. Cool, they must have just given out the school emails. Makes sense.
The next piece of paper is just a photo. A photo of that Damian boy we hung out with over school break. So he must be my pen pal. I know he can speak fluent French, but can he write it? Probably.
The last piece of paper was simply just a name. Damian Wayne. So great it is the same person from the break.
Somewhere, in Gotham, a certain Wayne was going into his french class.
Damian's POV
What is Kent on about now? He supposedly overheard some teachers talking about a pen pal assignment with a french school. But, why on earth would we do that? Half the class can bearly speak the basics of french. It's just plain stupid.
I walk into class and sit in my seat. I waited for the teacher to come in and calm down the imbeciles I have to call classmates. A minute later the teacher walked in and shut the class right up. "Alright, class, today we will be starting a 3-month-long assignment called 'penpal stay pal'. The first month we will be righting to a french class. You all will write your letters in french and they will reply to you in English. Month 2 we will all go over to Paris to stay with our penpals or you will stay in a hotel. Month 3 they come over here and either stay with your family or in a hotel here. Now when I call your names, come collect your information." The teacher says. Great Kent was right.
No one's Pov
Names were being called and Damian was just waiting for his. Jon had gone up close to the start and was talking about how much he loved the style of his penpals' clothing. Damian was less than pleased to be half listening. "Damian" The teacher called out. Damian was third last on the role and had been listening to Jon for a while. He was more than happy to get up.
Collecting his envelope and retiring to his seat some people looked back, trying to figure out just what poor soul had gotten the ice prince. Damian took out the contents of his envelope having one piece of paper. The top of the paper read 'Aife Fury'. Directly below it was 'FUR0001@Françoise Dupont.edu.fr' and a photo of Aife. Damian felt slightly content with the fact that Aife was his pen pal. She was the least annoying person out of her friend group.
Back in Paris, the students were given prompts that they had to write or they would be failed. The prompts tho were simple. Your name and your 3 favourite things. So that's what Aife did.
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Dear Damian
You already know my name but for the sake of it, my name is Aife Fury. To put things simply we have prompts to tell our respective pen pals about. Seeing as you are mine here are my 3 favourite things. My friends are my first, they are like my family and I treat them as such. Chloe is practically my sister and my other friend Peter is practically my brother. We do almost everything together. I could go on and on about them all. My second thing is my adoptive family, me my father and my mother all get along great. Even tho I live with my Uncle because they get really busy with work. We always call and I visit them a lot. The last thing is an object. I have some daggers and they are beautiful. Daggers have always been my favourite weapon, tho swords and guns have always been a close second.
I hope this email finds you well
-Aife Fury
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Aife's email was simple. She sent it out and waited for a reply. A few minutes later she got said reply.
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Dear Fury
I condone the structure of your email, we also got prompts to write from. My name is Damian Wayne and my three favourite things are as followed. My pets, I do love all my pets and cherish them very much. My dog Titus is a Great Dane and only really likes me. My cat Alfred also only likes me. I also have a pet turkey named Jerry and a cow. Secondly, I do like to do art, nothing much to add there. Thirdly, I too have a weapon of preference. I have swords but I too do enjoy daggers
-Damian Wayne
***
She had heard of someone who lives in Gotham and has a pet cow. Nor had she met anyone who just has swords. She desired to reply. No prompts are needed.
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It is good to hear from you, Damian. Glad you got home safely after leaving Paris. Perhaps when we do the second part of this project, I can show you my daggers.
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I am afraid to inform you that my teacher has not informed us of the second half of the assignment.
*** Oh, well to boil it down, we do one month of emailing then you will come over to Paris for a month then we will go to Gotham and stay with you for another month. Guess your teacher plans to tell you later.
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Yes, I believe that is her plan. I suppose the parents have already been told about it.
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It seems that way tho I live with my uncle so I will ask him when I get home.
***
The two talked for a long time. They talked about the project from pets to family. They talked till Aife had to leave because her school day was over.
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Damian, my school day is over. If you want you can still email me I just might not reply till I get home.
