Twisted }{KH/FF}{

Chapter 5. Class 2

The morning went rather smoothly in your opinion, sure some tried to push the limit but realised it wouldn't work on you. Though you had become 'Teach' more quickly then you thought you would. Then again, you looked young compared to the more experienced fighters and the students you would be teaching ranged from seventeen to twenty. 

When they went for lunch, you stayed in your classroom with Dire in a comfortable silence. Your next class was the modded class. Magically enhanced to go beyond the limits of the human body. Your second class wouldn't be like the first, you would only be able to teach them the offensive.

You was glad to recover that one particular memory beforehand.

It was back when you was... 'debating' with the government to let you teach. When the government bent and began to deliberate, you was left with Ardyn and Dr. Al-Rashia who decided to show you their studies in a mix of self inflated ego, pride and the fact it may recover some of your memories.

They took no note of your warning that a possible reaction might lead to their studies destruction. 

That being said, it felt familiar. The research, pouring over books all night and into the morning, experiments and theories spanning papers haphazardly placed in a pile. Instruments of various kinds old and worn but so lovingly cared for. And that one chair that would be comfier then it looked. 

It was nostalgic.

You think you might have been a researcher among all the fighting.

The absent minded rambles of the other two became background noise as you flicked through some of the research notes. Basic boosting spells that become more complex for longer lasting abilities. Finally to the point of them being innate passive qualities; not natural, but a procedure to put such abilities in people. 

The rewrite of someones magic.

Modding. 

You flicked through a few more pages, not really reading what you head seemed to already know. An onslaught of emotions taking hold.

Foreboding.

...Fear

PAIN

Time slowed as you crouched down, clenching your teeth as you dug your nails in the tables surface; surely leaving indents. The blood that leaked from them a tickle compared to the piercing waves echoing throughout your body. But you wouldn't show pain to the man doing this to you. Sweat encompassed your body as the mark became engraved in your body.

XIII

You wanted to tear your skin off.

''Argh,'' you almost cried, unable to keep a least some sound from escaping you.

It was enough to alert the other two, but your barely acknowledged them, eyes staring forward and trapped in your own memory. You wasn't in the study but a lab with older technology, strapped to a table as a searing heat made you shiver in the coldest of winters. Your tears the only telling of time passing as you could not move your lungs.

''[Name], oh precious [Name], you're a monster. My beautiful, ugly monster.''

You would kill this man.

It was your last thought before you succumbed to the blissful darkness.

The next thing you knew, you was waking up a couch previously buried under books. You sat up, a ghost feeling of soreness the only remnant of what you went through. But the memories you recovered, those you would have to sort through. And that might take longer then you would like.