Book One The Black Lion Old Version

journey back

Because of Byleth being incapacitated and unable to perform his duties, the leader of the Black Eagles was currently Edelgard, who was trying to get the class back to Garreg Mach. Unfortunately, they weren't getting back as quickly as Edelgard would have wanted; they had been stuck on the road in the territory of Varley, which rains heavily at this time of the year. They were stuck in the same spot, luckily the party was in tents, though the lack of progress was difficult. Things were extremely tense. Edelgard had saved Monica with the help of Hinata, but that didn't change the fact that they were still in danger from those who had tried to kill her and the Akatsuki.

She was relieved that it wasn't the real Itachi Uchiha; he could have killed them all, even with a clone. The killing intent that she felt from Itachi Uchiha's Sharingan was a scary sight to behold. One of the reasons she wanted Sasuke Uchiha in the Black Eagles was because of his eyes, but now that she had encountered his brother (even if it was just a clone), she was relieved that he hadn't chosen her class.

The Sharingan was terrifying, a scary weapon in the hands of a monster. Monica was sleeping; she put her hand through her hair. She still couldn't believe that she was with him; she thought she had lost him forever.

She looked at Monica's naked form; she was peaceful. Edelgard's hair was down, freed from the braids that she usually wore. Nobody dared to enter her tent.

"You know, El, I'm not a piece of class; I'm alive." Monica said softly, knowing what Edelgard was thinking.

"I have lost so much because of those bastards. I have risked everything. I will not lose one more person. I've already lost enough." She said to her lover, the girl who was by her side after her siblings died. Monica had been with her as long as she could remember. Her lover, her best friend, she was even supportive of her when she briefly dated Hilda. She was always there for her, it seemed, and to think it could have easily happened differently.

Had the professor chosen a different class or had her class lost the mock battle, Monica would be dead now. It felt like everything she had done was based completely on luck. He hated that she hated the fact that fate controlled almost everything, the very fact that one individual was able to decide the fate of herself and her ambitions. The ambition of a world free from Crest, she felt like she was fighting against the gods themselves. In this instance, she had one, but this was only one of many battles. She might not get lucky next time, and that's what terrified Edelgard.

"You're thinking too much. You're going to get sick if you don't sleep, El," said Monica as she tucked Edelgard close to her.

"It's hard not to. All of this could have been different easily. I was lucky," Monica shook her head in disagreement.

"It wasn't luck. Hinata and our professor saved me. They altered my fate. I don't believe it was luck. I believe it was a divine intervention, though I hate the idea. To me, though, it's still better than the alternative. I'm glad I'm alive," Monica said.

"We should enjoy the small moments. We won't be able to enjoy them when we return. There will be questions for me," Monica said as she kissed Edelgard on the neck.

"Damn it," Edelgard groaned as she felt Monica go lower.

She felt her hands on her lower region. Her body jerked at the sudden touch.

"You're sensitive to some things," Monica said with a low whisper, "some things never change.

She played around with her vagina. Monica had always known how to pleasure her at that spot; she was a master. She didn't know how she was able to do it. Edelgard was trying to be quiet, but her girlfriend was making it difficult.

Though Edelgard was taller than her girlfriend, it was difficult, while they were making love, to even consider that their height difference was minimal.