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Things Change	By : kaguyahime Category: A through F > Ender's Game Views: 3254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My first ever attempt and fanfiction, responding to a challenge from a friend! This is slash so if you don't like it do not read or flame! The only thing I have altered in Ender's age, made him slightly older so it is not TOO inappropriate. He is still a minor though so that is a warning and it will continue a rather graphic chapter. Characters are not mine (sadly) and I have no association with Ender's Game etc or its author nor am I making any profit from this. However the plot/story belongs to me and my odd mind.
Two Am.
The Starfleet Battle School was quiet, the students had long since been ordered to their dormitories and even the teachers had retired.

One student though was asleep but restless.
Ender Wiggin, fourteen, commander of the Dragon Army. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, normal physical development. Advanced mental development, although normal for him since that was what he had been born for.
He had been at the school for some time and had risen quickly through the ranks having been groomed for it early on and as successful as that had been his own feelings had been much neglected.
But both childhood and personal emotions were of no interest here and anything except the necessary were considered a waste of time and students were left to struggle through their growth themselves.
Ender woke with a start, his freckled skin wet with a sheen of sweat and his hair uncomfortably damp.
He sat up and swung his legs out of bed, his head felt muggy and his eyes like lead, this was the seventh night in a row. Sleeping was becoming harder than battles...and sweatier. He knew it was having an adverse effect on his leadership and was beginning to show in his moods.
'Maybe Valentine could help...at least she'd listen...if she still gets my mails, I don't get any from her anymore...' Ender thought, even the mental image of her sweet face brought a small smile tugging at his lips.
It didn't last long, his mind drifted back to the dreams he had been having, the ones that made him afraid to sleep but ones he also looked forward to. Even dreaming Ender could feel the warmth of his lips on his and the grip of his hand.
On thinking it over this was possibly one thing Valentine may not understand, or if she did she wouldn't understand who.
He had not had these feelings from the start, in fact for most of the time Ender thought Mazer Rackham was a bastard. He had the infuriating talent of pointing out his weaknesses, even those not shown and never acknowledging his successes. Yet he was incredible teacher and always got the best out of him, that Ender could not deny.
He fascinated him, even his age did not bother him, he didn't look it yet it meant he would not glance in his direction, not in the way he wanted anyway.
He had been an inspiration since day one and Ender had searched the archives to find all that he could which had not been much. All that was held was the scene of his triumph over the bugger warships, anything before and after was none existent. Anything that was known about the half Maori soldiers' life what locked away in his memory.
'Things change daily' Ender lay back down 'and you just have to get on with it' but he had no idea how to ignore and get on when he trained with him almost every day.
He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head, he had less than four hours until he had to get up and he was not going to useless in the battle room again.
Thankfully Ender fell into a dreamless sleep fairly quickly and he felt slightly more alive than he had the past few days and although the Battle against Griffin Army didn't quite as smoothly as he hoped they still won.
'Barely' Ender grumbled to himself as he yanked off his battle suit 'if I could've been more alert Bean and I wouldn't have had our legs frozen and we could've easily won quicker.' He gave the bench a small, hard kick.
"Geez! Will you just cool it?" Bean shook his head "you're such a grouch at the moment; if you were Petra I'd ask if it was your time of the month."
"I'm allowed to aren't I?"
"Yeah, but we all get the brunt of it! Commander or not you've got to start keeping your cool, you always used to."
"I wish we really were in a war" Ender carried on, more to himself "I wouldn't mind blowing up a few buggers when I feel like this"
Bean sighed and finished dressing in silence, he knew better than to ask what the matter was, Ender never shared his feeling with anyone and when he did it was on his own terms.
"Maybe save those feelings for practice, you take them out on Rackham next time he trains you, in this condition they'll never move you up to the proper games " Ender tensed at the mention of his teacher, a strange cold tingling sensation trailing up his spine yet his skin felt as if it had flushed. He turned away hastily, not wanting anyone to see the change in colour.
One by one the students left the heat of the shower room and left Ender alone with the damp steam twisting around his ankles. He took a few deep breaths, holding the warm air in his lungs for a few seconds before letting it escape.
"Wiggin!" Ender leapt automatically to his feet, scrambling to keep the towel round his thin waist. The bulky figure of Colonel Dap filled the doorway. From the start Ender has found the man's features very misleading. His face was that of a jolly fat man but he had a personality as dark as his skin.
"Colonel Graff wants to see you as of now"
"I haven't got any clothes on" Ender said automatically and felt ridiculous when he did
"Then get some on unless you want to go in a towel" Dap snapped and went, shaking his head.
Ender dressed hurriedly, his navy uniform creased from being crumpled on the floor all night, for once he hadn't bothered hanging it up and now he wished he had. He doubted Graff would say anything but he could imagine the look he would get. Graff had not as much power as he used too, after Ender's unscheduled battle in the shower he was more there just keep an eye on him.
'Suppose I may as well make it worth a look' Ender thought to himself and rushed out the room without tidying anything and the one shoe lace trailing behind.
The greying officer raised an eyebrow as the disorganised boy arrived at his office but the pouting look on his face prevented any comment. Instead Graff proceeded with what he needed to say
"Your army is coming on in leaps and bounds, you've won your last nine battles in a row" he fixed his solemn eyes on the boy's own "but as you know in a real battle the odds are not as fair as they are here and that's what I want to work on and get you used to."
Ender nodded, proud of the Jeesh in his own unspoken way, and waited expectantly but his mind had already anticipated what was coming next
"So beginning tomorrow I am putting Dragon against two other armies, it will increase the challenge and give you better experience."
"We have been up against two before, Sir"
"And won, I am aware of that but not quite like I have in mind. Normally I wouldn't give you any warning but you need to start thinking of new and more complex moves to keep yourself in the position you're in."
"Who are we up against, Sir?"
"Rabbit and Centipede, I want to mix teams as well so the combinations I decide on may be odd but that is for a reason. I'm giving you the rest of the day to work on a battle plan, Major Rackham will meet with you at one sharp"
"When am I going to be set the real games?"
"When you're ready. Dismissed."
"Yes, Sir" Ender gave a stiff salute and headed down the grey corridors to his room, maybe a few minutes alone would ease his nerves and help him not turn into an embarrassed mess later...
Graff watched him go, the boy had grown up fast since he had first started but lately he had noticed he seemed tired and more sullen, his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere and not on what mattered. Child or not he had to continue to mature and ignore whatever growing pains he may have, Graff himself had had to but he had long since forgotten how hard that had been. All he knew was Ender did soon need to be moved on, war didn't loiter

and the real warfare needed to begin. That's why he was at Command School in the first place.
'Still' he started flicking through his papers 'maybe the extra work will sort him out...' His thoughts then fell silent and the only sound was the rustling of pages.
"I don't see what could be any different" Bean said when Ender told him "but knowing them they'll have some dirty trick"
"Doesn't matter, we'll play and we'll win" Ender replied flatly "I'll speak to you all later, we picked off those armies easily so together they can't be much harder."
"I hate saying it but don't get too confident" Bean laid a friendly hand on his shoulder "I know you're struggling but..."
"I am not struggling!" Ender pulled away angrily "I'm just not sleeping at the moment...and I don't want that passed around!" Bean backed off and returned to his seat but Ender felt him cast worried glances over his way. He quickly typed a message for his army to meet him later before the lesson started.
'You're our commander' Bean finished silently in his mind 'and you need to hold it together whatever those idiots throw as us, the teachers are our biggest enemy and breaking down you play into their hands...'
After class Ender was the first to leave, his focused stride casting a warning to anyone who was thinking of approaching him.
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