A/N: Hey guys~! This story is dedicated to MewMew55 because they were my tenth reviewer on HFY! So yay! This story is Chrobin (clever name...) if you hadn't noticed. Enjoy~

I FINALLY BEAT THE GAME! I AM SO FRIKIN' HAPPY!

And I added an OC to this story he's actually going to appear in HFY or it's sequel. I haven't decided yet. But, Tucker is Robin's older brother. Just to say that now.

Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. If I did, there would be way more ChromxRobin in it. OH! And Tucker. I would add Tucker too.

Warnings: some mild language, sillyness, singing, Disney~, and some sensitive material.

When I moved here, I really didn't know what I had expected. Maybe a small town, full of busy streets. Then the thought crossed my mind when I got off the plane. You idiot. You're moving to Ylisstol. Not some country small town. I sighed. I supposed that was how I got here. A plane. Ha. Sorry. Stupid humor for a stupid ugly girl.

Anyways, this should be a fun story. Ha. Yeah right, with what's happened to me? By yourself a ticket and buckle in folks, this story is about to go flying off the rails like a crazy train. Yeah, I really just put a lyrical reference in there. I'm a music person, so you might see a lot of these. So, if you don't understand, they will be explained for you (in some cases), otherwise, they won't be (obviously).

Anyways, let's set the story. Girl moving. Mom in hospital. Dad's an evil jerk. Loves her older brother. Would do anything to protect him. Transferred in the middle of October. Got job in café as musician. Gains a crush. Can't date him. Bad things happen. Aaaaaaaaaand action!

"Tucker, I could use a little help here! These boxes won't unpack themselves." I said to my older brother, pulling up my hair in the process. We had just moved here to Ylisstol from Plegia (yeah, I know, it's a long move) and we were loading everything into our new home while Demon Dad drove Mom to the hospital. Why was my mom going to the hospital? Well, you see, my mother had been sick for a while now. Since, I was probably in first grade, actually (and I'm sixteen now, in case you didn't know). It's terrible illness that's hereditary only the females in our family get it. It's from Mom's side, obviously. I hope I don't get it. Then, if I do get i I won't get to spend any time with my children one day.

Ha ha. Children. Yeah, right. How would I get children? No one would want to marry a bitch like me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not doing anything important at the moment. You know, just trying to move the sofa inside. All by myself." I heard him holler with a scoff. I laughed at his sarcasm and headed out to the front lawn after setting the box in the kitchen. Our new house was nice, and I liked it, but… I was scared of what I knew was going to come in some of the rooms. I swallowed and shook my head at the thought. I walked over to my older brother. He was struggling to lift the sofa. It's not that he wasn't strong, he was actually really fit for an eighteen year old, but a couch is just one of those things that one person can't lift alone.

"Why didn't you say so, silly?" I flashed my signature smile and went to pick up the other side of the sofa. I bent down and lifted. "You know, I really don't want to start school yet. I'm glad we're not starting until next week." We both heard my unspoken sentence. But all the bad things happen next week.

I shook my head again and my brother set his end of the sofa down, causing me to do the same. Tucker leaned against the arm of it and looked me dead in the eye. "I know it's hard. But, we'll get out of this. I'll find a way. I get Dad drunk and have him sign over the legal custody when I get enough money for an apartment. Then you'll finally be safe."

"But what about Mom?" My voiced cracked and he came around the couch and hugged me. He ran his hands through my loose ponytail (I didn't bother to add the braid like I normally do), we both find the action calming as he rested his chin on my head (I've been told I'm a little short).

"Robin… Mom's another story. We need to focus on this book for now and get you to your happy ending. And in the process, we'll get Mom. Somehow. I don't know yet. But what he's doing to you isn't right. It's illegal."

I nodded against his chest, my hands gripping his thin gray shirt and tears threatened to fall out, but I force them back. I couldn't start crying. Not now. If the tears fell, I was afraid that they wouldn't stop. My shoulders shook as I tried to prevent them, failing. My teal-haired brother scooped me off my feet and carried me inside. He walked through the empty entryway and set me on the carpet covered stairs. My shoulders shook as I cried and he kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back, all right? Maybe I can get the couch in and you'll have something you can lay down on."

I nodded and watched him leave, leaning over to the other side of the staircase. I reached around and grabbed my guitar case. I opened the old worn latches and pulled out the dark old acoustic six string that laid inside. I set it on my lap, throwing the navy strap my brother gave me for my last birthday over myself and brace the guitar on my knee. I run my hands over the smooth wood before starting to strum one of my favorite songs by Cassadee Pope. The original was actually by Faith Hill though. But I just really loved this song.

"I had just one, tear runnin' down your cheek," I strummed the chords along as I sang. It was such a beautiful song. I loved the instruments in the song. I really have this knack for appreciating music. It's something that's helped me a lot these past few years. "Maybe I could cope, maybe I'd get some sleep. If I had just one moment at your expense, may all my misery be well spent~"

I tapped my foot gently against the wooden floor, giving me a beat to stick to. I was still working on my rhythm for this song. I had only started teaching myself it. I paused to grab the sheet music from my guitar case, setting it on the floor. I couldn't believe I forgot what to play next. "Yeah, could you cry just a little? Lie just a little pretend that you're feeling a little more pain. I gave, now I want something in return. So cry just a little for me."

My voice rang with emotion as I sang. That was something I was actually good at, using emotion while singing. It gave this powerful vibe. So, if I ever had an audience, I'd be connecting with them. I didn't hear the footsteps enter the house until my brother started to sing the next verse. "If your love could be caged, honey I would hold the key. And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me. And you'd hunt those lies, They'd be all you'd ever find. And that'd be all you'd have to know. For me to be fine."

I laughed at his attempt at singing. He was a bad singer, but he purposely messed that up. I didn't look up at him and continued to play as we sang the chorus together. "Yeah... And you'd cry a little, die just a little. And baby I would feel just a little less pain. I gave now I'm wanting, something in return. So cry just a little for me~"

I added extra emphasis on the bridge as my brother drummed his drumsticks (yeah, he played drums) on the kitchen counter. I nodded my head to the beat, a faint smile teasing at the corner of my lips. "Give it up baby, I hear you're doin' fine. Nothin's gonna save me. I can see it in your eyes. Some kind of heartache, darlin' give it a try. I don't want pity. I just want what is mine, yeah~"

Somehow I actually managed to hold that last note. This song was always a hard one to sing, especially hitting all the notes. "Yeah... Could you cry a little? Lie just a little, pretend that you're feeling a little more pain~ I gave now I'm wanting, something in return. So cry just a little for me. Yeah... Cry just a little for me. woo ooo, could you cry a little for me?"

After finishing, I burst into a fit of laughter and so did Tucker. I let my guitar just fall onto my lap, laughing. I pointed at my brother and tried to talk through my laughter. "You're a terrible singer, doofus!"

He laughed and put away his drumsticks. He leaned over to help me put away my things, both of us laughing. "You just try to beat me at singing."

I giggled and shoved him. I stuck out my tongue. "You wish you could beat me, you idiot."

"Whatever, Robin." He crossed his eyes and we finished clean up our instruments. I stood up, wiping at my tearstained face and grinned. He turned around to head outside. "I'm going to go see if one of our neighbors can help us."

Or, that's what he was trying to say. I cut him off at about 'one' by jumping on his back. "Haha! Piggyback."

He stumbled, but managed to keep his balance and pulled my legs around his middle. He started to head towards the front door again. "Whoa! A little warning next time, sis."

I wrapped my arms around his neck a little tighter, but still really loose. I shrugged and put my head on his shoulder, his light hair in my peripheral vision. "But it's not fun if I do that, Tuck."

He mock sighed and carried me out the door. I could feel his grin and he turned his head to look at me. "You think school's out by now? It's four thirty."

I shrugged. "I dunno. Depends. Which school are you talking about? High school? Or elementary?"

He rolled his eyes, jumping purposely to shock me. "Smart ass."

"Whoa!" I exclaimed startled at the movement. I batted my eyelashes innocently. "And yeah, you know I'm a smart ass. One of the many reasons you love me, big brother." I faked a childish giggle and kissed his cheek.

He laughed and started walking to one of our neighbors houses. Oh look, there were some teens in one of the yards. Sweet. "Sure. That's one of the reasons I love you."

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" I hopped off his back, putting my hands on my hips and giving him look. Oh no, that wasn't nearly as bad as the look. So, you don't need to worry. Looks can't kill. I moved my arms to cross them in front of my chest as he turned around to face me, grinning like an idiot.

"What do you think?"

"Hey!" He broke into a run and I started to chase him across the damp grass. "You jerk!" Ah, man my feet were getting wet. Wait a minute, who cared? Not me. I sped up my running to catch up with my idiot of an older brother.

He laughed and sped up as well, turning around as he ran backwards. I narrowed my eyes his next comment. "At least I'm not short!"

"I am not short! I'm fun-sized! There's a difference, you idiot! And at least I can sing!" I shifted my weight while running so I could go faster and clenched my hands into fists. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I remembered the words my previous gym teacher told me to help you out when doing physical activities for a while.

He laughed and turned back around, calling over his shoulder. He dodged miscellaneous pieces of furniture, jumping over a few. "'Fun sized'? That what the short people call it now?"

I let out a loud groan of frustration and got an idea. I smirked inwardly and jumped the coffee table. I picked up my pace so it was more convincing. This would be good. "You asshole!"

"You really have bad language today, Robin? What's with that?" I groaned at his response and made sure my arms were in a good pattern of swinging, so when I put my plan into action, I wouldn't get too hurt. If at all anyways. The wet grass (why was it wet? I keep mentioning that and it couldn't be morning dew, because obviously it was four-thirty in the afternoon. It had probably just rained was. At least, that was my guess) stuck to my feet as I ran and I fake a fall as I came up to the sofa that we still hadn't brought in.

My brother heard my (fake) cry of shock/pain and turned around. "Robin? Are you all right?" Concern immediately flashed over his features as he ran over to me. When he reached me, I grabbed his hand and tugged him to the ground. I rolled over onto him and straddled his waist. "Just peachy, why do you ask?"

"You. Are a devious child. Deeeviiious." He dragged out the word the second time, a twinkle shimmering in his silver eyes. I batted my eyelashes innocently and I bet he was glaring at the imaginary halo over my head. My eyes gleamed with mischief and I placed my fingertips on my collar bone, my hands angled outward and my elbows at my sides (try it, doing this pose is very fun). My chin pointed downward at an angle to the left and I looked into his eyes. "Why dear brother, what on earth are you talking about?"

He sat up and rolled me off of him. He stood and pulled me up. "Evil child." He poked my side, causing me to squeal. "Now, let's see if our neighbors over there -who just happen to be laughing at us- will help us move the sofa inside the house."

I stuck out my tongue and shoved him forward in the direction of their yard. Yeah, no. I'm not going over there. I'm not good with people. "Go ahead, I'll wait inside."

"Oh no, you're not pulling this bull here. You do this every time we move. Not this time. You are coming with me, missy." he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. I dug my heels in the ground and started to protest. I tried to pry his fingers off my wrist and I leaned down to lick it. "that's not going to work on me. You try it every time. It never does." He tried to tug me along again.

"Tucker, no, Tuck, please! I'm not good with people, don't make me do this. Tucker, Tucker stop!" I whined, dragging my heels in the ground even more and tried to pry his fingers off his wrist. I could feel him smirking and I continued to protest as he dragged me across our yard that desperately needed to be mowed. "Let go, Tucker!"

"You are so not getting out of this one, Robin." I pulled my Bambi eyes and he shook his head with a laugh. "Why do you always do that? They don't work on me. Just give up."

"Nooooooo! Never!" I dragged out the word and Tucker turned around, still holding my wrist. He let my wrist go and before I could run away, he threw me over his shoulder. Potato sack style. "No! Tucker no!"

He turned around and started to walk back to their yard, ignoring my kicking and punching. I groaned loudly and finally gave up when I realized he wasn't going to give. I sighed dramatically and acted dead against him. He finally set me down we arrived at their yard. I finally got a closer look at the two. One was a good four inches taller than me and he had sparkling blue eyes and striking navy hair. He was definitely appealing to the eyes. He was probably my age or older. Maybe seventeen. He was wearing a tank top, (which he looked absolutely adorable in) allowing a birthmark to show on his right shoulder. It reminded me of the birthmark on my right hand. I smiled faintly. I hated my birthmark. It was ugly. But his… His was a different story. His was like… The mark of Naga. Something pure and holy. Mine… mine was the mark of Grima. Something demonic.

I let my eyes drift to the short of the two. She was probably his sister. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and fell down in ringlets. She looked probably fifteen. Her brightly colored sundress showed she was a very cheerful person. She looked about my height and she always seemed to be smiling. She extended her hand. "Hi! I guess you guys are the new neighbors. I'm Lissa Exalt!"

Tucker shook her hand first with a smile. He was such an outgoing person. How come he could be that way? I shrugged it off. I really don't care. I like my life quiet and alone. "Yeah, that's us. I'm Tucker Grima, sad last name, huh? I personally hate it. And I'd normally introduce my sister, but just because little sis here is 'bad with people,' I'm going to make her introduce herself."

I gave him a pleading look that he ignored and I reached out and shook Lissa's hand. My voice wasn't very loud when I spoke, but I couldn't care less. "I'm Robin."

"Nice to meet you!" She giggled with a smile. Damn, she was really cheerful. "This is my older brother-"

"I'm Chrom." He shook my hand and I couldn't help but marvel at how nice his hand felt in mine. I almost shook my head, but caught myself in time. What am I thinking? I can't be in a relationship.

"Pleasure to meet you." I said, my voice a little louder and we released each other's hands. I allowed myself to smile. Maybe this would be good for me for a change. I guess Tucker was right. But, I'd never dare to tell him that. I laughed inwardly at the thought.

"The pleasure's all mine." he said and I blushed faintly. He was charming. I'd give him that. I tried to tell if he was hitting on me or not. I couldn't tell. Then, the questions about school came up. "You're a sophomore, right?"

"Yeah, let me guess, you're a sophomore too?" I inquired with a smile. I could just tell he was a sophomore as well. I mean, when you ask it like that, it makes it kind of obvious. I found my hands going up to my hair to redo my ponytail with a quick braid threaded in it.

He nodded with a grin and stretched, the bottom of his tank top rising slightly to show off a well built stomach. I tried to brush off the thoughts and he smiled. I took a deep breath and glanced at my brother who was chatting with Lissa. I looked back at Chrom. "Yeah. I'm a sophomore. I hate all the work though. And it looks like I'm not the only one who's going to flunk some of my classes this year. My little sister isn't doing too well either. And she's just a freshman."

"Well, maybe after I get a job, get unpacked, and start school, I can tutor your sister. Not necessarily in that order though." I laughed slightly, rubbing the back of my neck. A melodious laugh rang from his mouth and it was like time froze. I loved his laugh. And I liked to be the cause of his laugh. It made me feel good. It was a perfect feeling. I mentally slapped myself. You can't fall for him. Remember Jason? A shudder rolled down my spine at the thought of what happened to my ex-boyfriend.

Chrom looked at me and smiled, leaning forward on the white picket fence that separates our yards. Ouch. Didn't that hurt? "Did you get you're schedule yet?"

I shifted my weight onto my left foot, giving him an open-armed shrug before letting my arms fall back down to my sides. "Not yet. I get it on Monday. Which happens to be the day I start. I mean, seriously, they haven't even told me what textbooks to buy. I'm going to buy them with my Dad tomorrow. That is, if we actually get the list today like we're supposed to." I have never felt so open with anyone. And I just met him… Tucker… Save me! I can't fall for him!

Chrom laughed again and Tucker and Lissa turned us. Lissa poked her brother and her cheerful demeanor remained as such. I had never seen someone as cheerful as her. It was shocking. That was definitely the word for it. Shocking. Or maybe startling. Startling works too. "Hey, Chrom! Tucker said that they need some help moving the sofa inside the house."

"Yeah. Robin's too delicate." Mischief glimmered in his silver eyes and I almost hit him then and there. I threw my arms down furiously, my loose old tee shirt rising slightly at the action and stomped my bare feet. "I. Am not. DELICATE!"

He laughed. "Sure, you aren't." I swatted the back off his head. "Lissa, you wanna come inside for some tea? It's a mess in there, but I got the kitchen unpacked. Well… For the most part."

"Sure! And I can help you unpack too!" She beamed happily and jumped the fence, allowing me to lead her inside the house. I led her through the messy entryway stacked with boxes and into the kitchen which was filled with only three more boxes. I turned to look at Lissa. "This is a really nice house! Don'tcha think, Robin?"

"Well, I admit, it is pretty cool. But it's really different from the other houses I've lived in." I confessed with a shrug. I smiled at her. "I think Ylisstol will be one of the best places I've ever lived."

"You've lived in more than one place? Where have you lived?" I peaked her curiosity, I guess. I shrugged again as I pulled out two mugs from the cupboard, one of them was blue and one was yellow. I had always been a sucker for colored mugs. I didn't know why. I filled our kettle with water and put it on the stove.

"What kind of tea do you want?" I asked before continuing. "And yeah, I think I've lived in four places. Well, Tucker and I were born in Plegia. We lived there until I was six and then we moved to, um… Rosanne, if I'm correct. And we lived in the city of Rosanne which is located in Valm. We lived there until I was in second grade. But, my mom became really ill so we moved for medical reasons. And then we moved to Regna Ferox for a while. Then back to Plegia. After that, in sixth grade, we moved to Chon'Sin for a good period of time. And then we moved here…"

"Um, just blueberry is fine. And wow! You've lived in a lot of places. That's shocking." She gaped at my answer. I shrugged and got out the teabags, putting them in our mugs. The kettle started to whistle and I took it off the stove, pouring it in our cups. I turned off the stove and set the kettle back on it.

"I've lived all over the world. I wouldn't be surprised if we moved again next year." I sighed and got out the sugar. I put three teaspoons in my tea. "Yeah, I like the blueberry tea. Sugar?"

"Two teaspoons please." She replied and I did as Lissa requested. "But, that's terrible! You get just enough time to make friends and then you have to leave!"

"I'm more of a loner. But I guess Tuck doesn't see that." I handed her the steaming mug and led her to the staircase. We both sat down on the second step in a comfortable silence. I zoned out for a bit, staring at the kitchen island and my blonde haired neighbor looked around the little area. It was cozy, I suppose.

Her eyes landed on my guitar and I sipped my tea. She set her tea down on the stairs. "You play guitar?"

I moved the steaming mug away from my lips. "Hm? Oh.. Um… a little. I'm not very good though."

At that moment, the boys decided to be a perfect moment to come in the front door. I almost groaned aloud. Great… Lissa's eyes lit up. "Really?" she practically started bouncing. "Could you play for me?"

"Um… I'm not very good." I stammered, flustered. I heard Tucker's laughter echo throughout the house and I watched him set his end of the maroon couch down in front of the staircase. I blushed brightly. He's not going to… Damn it… he is…

"Are you kidding? She's just modest. She's actually phenomenal." I turned a bright shade of red and gave him a look telling him silently to shut up. "She can play pop songs, classical songs, Disney songs… and the list goes on."

"Shut. Up. Tucker." I gritted my teeth. I really didn't want him doing this, but that most likely wasn't going to stop him

"Disney? I love Disney!" Lissa giggled. "What songs do you know?"

I bit my cheek and Tucker spoke up for me. "Look in her guitar case. She knows every song in there."

I turned bright red when Tucker handed her my guitar case and she opened it. She handed me my guitar and I gave Tucker a death glare as she flipped through my sheet music. If looks could kill Tucker would have been dead a long time ago. "Ooh! Ooh! Beauty and the Beast. Definitely Beauty and the Beast."

"All… All right. But, it's a duet. Someone has to sing with me." I smirked. I wasn't going to be embarrassed alone. Now was I? This was now a lose-lose situation. Well, actually a win-lose if you're Tucker.

Lissa handed me the sheet music and jumped up. "Chrom can sing!"

"No, I can't!" he turned bright red, shaking his head. "No. I'm not singing."

"Oh. That's too bad. I guess I won't play then…" I smirked deviously and Lissa gave her older brother the Bambi eyes. And damn, they were the best Bambi eyes I had ever seen.

Chrom sighed and caved. He obviously knew he couldn't win this one. "Fine. I don't know the words though."

I ignored him for a moment. "Hey, Tuck, is the keyboard inside?" He nodded and went to go get it. I looked back at Chrom. "We're singing the Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson version. Here. That's what this is for." I hand him the sheet music and before he can protest that I need it, I add, "I have it memorized."

My older brother came back in with the keyboard, grabbing his sheet music. "This is the only song I actually know on the keyboard."

We laughed and I hummed softly. "Count off, Tuck?"

"Yeah, yeah, all right. I'll do it." he nodded. "one, two, three, four. One, two, three, four…"

We both started to play at the same time. I could see the concentration on his face. I knew what notes he was playing. I was actually the one who played most the instruments in the family. I just taught him that song. I can practically hear what he's thinking. C, B, A, B, G. It made me laugh inwardly.

"Tale as old as time…" I sang the old song softly, cradling every word and taking them to heart. This was by far my favorite song… I loved it so much. "True as it can be… Barely even friends… Then somebody bends… Unexpectedly."

When Chrom sang, it wasn't as I expected it. It was… marvelous. Perfect. Fantastic. How could he think he wasn't good? His voice was deep, but it also wasn't. It was the perfect pitch. It was… well… amazing. I think I had a crush on him, now. As much as I tried to push it away, it didn't work… Oh well… "Just a little change… Small to say the least… Both a little scared, neither one prepared…"

"Beauty and the beast…" we sang together, our voices intertwining to make the perfect harmony. It was astonishing how I felt singing with him. I loved it.

"Ever just the same… ever a surprise… ever as before And ever just as sure, as the sun will rise…" I looked up at him from my guitar and our eyes locked as we sang. Our voices weren't anything compared to Celine and Paebo's, but I thought we sounded pretty damn good together.

"Oh, oh, oh, Oh~" he sang and our eyes stayed locked, I didn't even have to pay attention to my guitar. It was like it played itself. I didn't even care about who was watching me. I didn't care. I was too happy in the moment…

"Ever just the same…" Our harmonic voices mingled once again and my guitar fell to my lap, me barely playing it. I didn't really pay attention, I just got lost in his eyes.

"Ever a surprise…" I liked to think he sang it to me. And in a way… He did… It was a nice feeling. I wanted to be his girlfriend. Badly.

"Ever as before…" I leaned over my guitar again and watched his lips move as our words echoed out of our mouths at the same time.

"And ever just as sure," I sang this part to him. And I meant it. I was ever just as sure that I want to be his girlfriend. I would have loved to be his girlfriend.

"As the sun will rise," I sang out my soul with him. I had never felt so connected to someone when we sang. It was the perfect feeling. My silver-ish teal hair fell in front of my eyes as I played with a smile.

"Oh, oh, oh~" He sang the "oh's" again with a passion in his voice. It was marvelous to hear him sing. I'm glad he was singing with me. With me…

"Tale as old as time… Tune as old as song…" As I sang those words to him, a single sentence echoed in my head, over and over, and over again. You can't be with him.

"Bittersweet and strange… Finding you can change… Learning you were wrong…" I couldn't be with him a romantic relationship. Or an type of relationship. I didn't want that, but I wanted him to be safe…

"Certain as the sun…" My mind was made up as he sung. I couldn't have any relationship with him.

"Certain as the sun…" I echoed sadly, my heartbreaking.

"Rising in the east…" His voice was perfect. He was perfect. This was for him. For his safety.

"Tale as old as time…" As well as Lissa's. I just un-friended them as I sang. Try to forget them… My mind told me.

"Song as old as rhyme… Beauty and the beast…" I reminded myself I had to do this as we sang. This was for them. I had to make the sacrifice."Tale as old as time…" Who knows what my father would do to them if he found out… My heart shattered again and I forced myself to keep it together. I was so lucky my voice didn't crack.

"Song as old as rhyme…" he sang and I looked back down at my guitar. I couldn't take this. But, I had to. Just two more years, Robin… Just two years… Seven hundred thirty days…

"Beauty and the beast…" I kept my eyes glued to the floor as we sang. I shouldn't have broken down crying outside. Then, that way, Tucker and I could have moved the couch ourselves and we wouldn't have met them, and I could have been a nobody at school like always.

"Beauty and the beast…" I choked back the tears, listening to our voices sing and when we finished, I paled at the clapping from the doorway. He was home.

A/N: OOOOOOOOH... Cliffy!

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