Hey all. I decided to try my hand at writing something other than FE Labs.
Lyuna: In other words, she's lost her mind and decided to type out some cheesy romance story with OOC characters.
Hey! Only ONE character is OOC! Don't go and make a mountain out of a molehill! –grumbles-
Um, this will probably be the first of a series of one-shots. And this story is part 1 of 2.
Lyuna: She was too lazy to type out part 2.
I wish my muse was nicer. Oh well. Oh yeah, I'm not exactly a huge fan of Innes, so...
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Fire Emblem One-shots
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I
no longer remember when I fell for you. Sad, isn't it?
Could it be
at Jehanna, where you recruited me again despite the fact that I was
on the side of the enemy? Or does it date back even further, to when
my gaze first met yours from across the room? Before I knew of your
flamboyant personality?
I can no longer remember. Sad, isn't it?
I
whine about my unpaid wages every day. To be truthful, I don't truly
care about them. But if I don't bring SOME money back to my
money-minded father in Carcino, he'll most definitely kill me. And I
don't fancy rotting in a grave with the Revenants, thank you very
much.
Just yesterday, Aiko caught me talking to myself, worrying
about my unhealthy obsession for you and exactly how to phrase my
confession. She startled me so much, I fell halfway out of the tree I
sat in. Not exemplary mercenary behaviour. She then proceeded to
trick me into blurting out the truth. That I've fallen head over
heels for you.
Just goes to show what you do to me.
Right now,
I am watching as you converse with the fat-headed prince of Frelia
before we head into Darkling Woods. How I long to walk over to you,
to interrupt your conversation, to take you into my arms... But no.
You are simply my employer and I your escort. So I watch you silently
from the shadows, wishing with all my heart that I had been born a
prince.
I wish I could stop this heartache.
Why must I be
tortured so?
"Rennac."
I blink. "H-huh? Oh,
Aiko. Hello."
"You're glaring so hard at Prince Innes,
if looks could kill, he'd either be lying on his deathbed or in the
medic tent."
"I wish they could..." I reply
listlessly.
Aiko lets out an exasperated sigh. "Listen
Rennac. I'm not exactly fond of Prince Innes the Fat-Headed either
and Princess L'Arachel definitely deserves better. So when we get in
there, apart from protecting the princess from monsters, I want you
to protect her from the prince. Don't let the representative of
Frelia even come within sight. You got that?"
I am, of
course, only too happy to obey. "No problem. I'll most
definitely do my best."
"Good." She turns to leave,
then stops and turns. "By the way, try and squeeze in a
confession, 'kay?"
She is gone before I realise the meaning
behind her words.
Tiresome tacticians.
Your conversation with
the prince ends. He strides off.
It is then that I choose to
reveal myself.
"Princess L'Arachel, Aiko has given me my
post. I am to guard you and ensure that you come to no harm." I
yawn, feigning boredom.
You appear not to hear me. I take a closer
look, wondering why.
Ah.
You are preoccupied with your staffs
and staves.
I sigh and move to help you. You flash me one of your
brilliant smiles as I pass you a Restore staff.
My heart melts at
the sight of it.
I cough embarrassedly in an attempt to hide the
small flush on my face and repeat my words.
This time you frown
slightly and mutter something about my presence being a burden to
you.
I feel my heart solidify and shatter into a million pieces.
I
shrug it off and act nonchalant instead, retorting with, "Well,
I don't exactly feel happy about this arrangement either, Princess!
There isn't anything to poach in there!"
I am lying,
obviously. If there is only one thing I can steal in Darkling Woods,
it is your heart. Just as you stole mine.
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Aiko is the tactician. I thought it would be fun if there was a tactician in FE8.
Lyuna: Blah, blah, blah...
-glares- Reviews, please.