So this was originally on my iPod so I haven't gone through all of the mistakes so It will be updated from time to time with minor fixes
This is one of the first stories I actually had motivation to finish I am going to put it into chapters for ... dramatic effect? I guess. But it's completed so I'll upload all of the chapters one after another.
Enjoy~!
"A-ah! Gerome?!" Inigo jumped like a scared cat then quickly hiding
behind a near by tree, doing his best to hide his, obvious, blushing.
Inigo's shyness had overcome him and could you could easily tell he
got it from his mother.
"..." Gerome turned around and started walking away towards the camp.
Inigo stared at him until he stopped walking "..Don't stay up too
late.."
What had he meant by that? Inigo thought as he watched his comrade
walk until he couldn't see him anymore. Inigo walked out from behind
the tree and sat down at the edge of the cliff he was practicing near
by. Every time they stopped by the coast of Regna Ferox, Inigo would go
here and look over the ocean. He was a sucker for beautiful spots. He
eventually laid down and looked at the night sky and thought about
the future. Inigo didn't notice it, but a couple tears fell from his
eyes as he thought about his mother's future death. And that's when he
decided. He would delay his practice for dance and focus on practing
his swordsmanship to make sure his mother does not die. He started
that night not caring what time it was.
Gerome woke up and ate his breakfast with everybody else. Though
Inigo's cheerful self wasn't there. He was always an early riser and
hung out with other Shepards until about 10 depending if there was a
mission and who was in it. Inigo was only in it when they needed a lot
of people so he usually has time to mess around. Gerome quickly ate
his breakfast and went Inigo's tent. Only his tent mate, Owain, was
there.
"You looking for Inigo? He must have gotten up pretty early. I haven't
seem him today."
Gerome left as unexpected as he came in. He walked over to the
beautiful spot were Gerome had last seen Inigo. To his surprise Inigo
was there. But passed out on the grass, hyperventilating. His face was
red and his sword, chipped, was near by his left hand. There were
blisters on his hands from were he held the sword. Gerome felt his
forehead and quickly to the nearest Cleric he could find. Though Lissa
and Maribelle were out in the villiage, Gerome quickly alerted Brady
and the two ran to were Inigo was.
Brady requested Gerome carried Inigo to the Nurse tent while Brady got
some healing magic ready. Gerome was hesitant but accepted. Gerome
carried Inigo on his back, he was lighter than Gerome thought he would
be. Inigo really was warm and he was closer than Gerome's comfort
zone, but.. somehow he dealt with it.
Not too much longer, Gerome arrived at the nurse tent. "Ya couldda
used Minerva to carry him." Brady spoke as Gerome stood aside. It was
an "Oh yeah" for him, yet he would've rather he carry Inigo himself.
Gerome could never figure out why. Gerome eventually left the tent and
cared for Minerva. As he finished that, it was time for dinner. Gerome
thought, "Dinner? It only takes me about an hour to care for Minerva?
Was I in the tent for that long?" Gerome approached Brady at dinner
and asked about Inigo indirectly. Brady replied saying it would be a
couple days for his fever to subside but he should awake soon.
Inigo didn't awake all night.