A/N: This is the result of WhiteMagick Studios' imagination. The pairings are not the official kind (it's not part of the supports), and it brings a fresh idea that anyone can have someone as their love life. I don't own Fire Emblem, but I own the tactician and Marusu. (The muse of this fanfiction was Sasuke, my Chibi Sain.)
Sain did not know how to commence his conversation. Especially on a touchy subject, which to him, is always something he rather not talk about in public. Fingers crossed together, his indexes taping his lips; he waited patiently for his substitute liege, Lyndis, to notice he wasn't with the rest of the group.
Lyndis's Legion, as he officially dubbed the group, was made of six warriors and a tactician: two Cavaliers, a Lord (but he considered it as Lady), an Archer, a Pegasus Knight and an Axefighter. Sain was glad their tactician, Marth, was female to balance the situation a bit. He'd prefer to speak to her, but she was currently away to scout for any sign of Marusu, her brother.
Sighing deeply, then inhaling the fresh forest air, Sain closed his eyes and tried to imagine a beach, where the water was cerulean and the sand was ivory. He heard footsteps, familiar ones of a woman. Opening his eyes, he looked behind to see Lyn walking near him. A small smile pasted itself on the cavalier's face as she sat next to him, on the soft grass.
Her face was a questioning one, but before she could speak, he had a finger at his lips. Sain shut his eyes once more, and took a deep breath. It felt strange without his armor, but for him, it was some kind of relief. He mentally thanked Saint Elimine for letting these spirits guard the forest they were staying in at the moment. She stared at him, wondering if it would be wise to make him talk. After all, he wasn't at camp...
His hand dropped to his scabbard, placed next to where he sat. He swallowed his pride to calm him down, and with another breath, he began to speak.
"Milady... I've been wondering for a few days..."
Lyn caught something in his voice, as if he wasn't certain of what he will say. She rose an eyebrow. "You wonder?"
Another breath, this one a chest full, filling his entire lungs of oxygen. His fingers played around the pattern on his sword, which seemed very ancient. It was as if the sword was passed down for many centuries. It also seemed to be of nobility. He pondered to himself, then changed the subject. "Have you ever heard of the Pheraen beach?"
The Pheraen beach, said to be one of the continent's greatest wonder. Why was he asking such question? "Yes, a bit," she admitted.
"At lease once a year, I go there. It's relaxing... I go there to search within me." His voice sounded distant, as if saying those words meant so much to him. It was like he was, indeed, searching inside the deepest parts of his mind, with the way his eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight. She shook her head.
"I had never thought of you as that type of person."
He laughed a bit as he slightly blushed. "I don't travel a lot. That's why I got the honor of having the mission to get you to Caelin..."
Understanding what he meant, she nodded. Silence grew between time, and that causes Lyn a bit of concern. Sain wasn't as talkative as before, now. She observed his features, realizing how handsome he was. His brown hair shone a khaki highlight, which seemed to dance by the blowing wind. It touched his masculine face like a willow's leaves moving in a soft breeze. She blinked, realizing what she was doing. She had to continue the conversation, quick, so she spoke what came first into her mind. "What's my grandfather like, Sain?" "Well," he started, "it depends on whom you ask, really. He treats me like if I was his son. Possibly because of my..." he hesitate for a moment, "royal ancestry." Noticing her surprised look, he added, "It was royal until a century ago. You have heard of the St. Elimine's Day Massacre?"
"Yes. That was horrible." She has heard of that tragedy. Her own was nothing compared to that one. Pirates, leaving no survivors among the civilians and soldiers, destroyed the entire city of Caliwealth. Nothing was untouched, except for the castle, for apparently it was indestructible by the way it was made.
"Only the Royal Family survived, for they fled to Caelin," he mentioned. "The decendance of that Royal Family became the Green Knights of Caelin."
Lyn could not get her eyes off Sain. He wore green armor, somewhat different to Kent's. Can it be that Sain is...? "And you were among the descendants," she pointed out.
He smiled. "Yes. That means I have certain privileges not even a Red Admiral can have."
Only one word could describe what Lyn was thinking at the moment: incredible. "I wouldn't be surprised if some people are jealous of your position."
He shrugged. "Actually, us Green Knights are more feared than everything else. I am stronger then Kent because of my ancestry." His right hand pulled up his sleeve to the shoulder. On his upper arm was a tattoo of a cross. The cross had an odd circular pattern around the lines where crossed. It was a green color resembling her hair. He softly rubbed it. "This is the symbol of the Green Knights. When one becomes a knight, it is consider the come of age. Thus the tattoo is put on the same place on every Green Knight."
She looked upon said tattoo, and touched it's pattern. All of this fascinated her. "I didn't realize you had such amazing ancestry or history."
"Does it seems... strange to you?" he questioned as he darted his eyes towards her. Her glare showed her confused mind, thus he explained. "I mean... The first time we met, I did... uh, flirt with you. I guess it's because I'm so curious about the other gender, even if I have two younger sisters."
"Oh." She gave him a small grin. "Well, it would seem strange when you think about it that way."
Sain looked around the surroundings, hoping that no one was near them. He took once more a deep breath. He knew he had to say it. "Don't tell this to anyone, okay?" She nodded; hoping it wasn't something concerning her grandfather. He lowered his sleeve, and hoped that she wouldn't laugh at him. "Every day, I'm always scared." His voice trembled, as if saying those words took too much effort. "I feel like just going back home, doing diner for my parents when they will come home...for me, doing this is a whole lot of nerve-wracking emotions. It's my first time out of Caelin, if you forget my travels to the Pheraen beaches. So, yeah, I'm a nervous wreck. I can't believe I've hid it so well. I just... Kent can't see me like this. He has no clue I've never travel before."
She stared at him, noticing his soft lips had a few marks upon from being chewed on. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Sain. Sorry that you got dragged out here."
"It was by my own will. I choose to come because I felt indebted to your grandfather," he said. She slowly smiled, understanding his reason.
"I'll certainty put in a good word for you when we arrive," she told him as she took his hand. He, however, blushed to the color of a peony.
"It's also a thing of... getting out of my parents' shadows, too."
His words made her loosen her grip on his hand. "They did great things and you trying to show you're just as good?" she reasoned.
"Well, it's not really because of that." Closing his hand over Lyn's, Sain could feel some of the weight off his shoulders. For him, it was a wonderful feeling. "It's because my mother, Alia, is the right hand of your grandfather and my father, Samuel, is a member of Lycia's Elite Ten. I have to live up to their level, thus many things are expected from me. It's nerve wracking, and it doesn't really feel all that good deep within me."
"Oh, Sain." Her hand tightens the grip, and she could feel how soft it was, althought it was strong. "You're a great knight, and I'm sure they're very proud of you. I'll tell them all the great things you did on this mission."
Now his face was a shade of crimson. "Seriously?" he managed to blurt out.
"Seriously. I owe you that much for defending my life. More, even. But it's the least I can do."
He could do nothing but shake his head. "You sound like you're talking to Kent instead of me. I didn't do much..."
"I'm putting in good words for both of you." Sain did nothing but a sound that was a cross between an enfeminated squeak and a manly sigh. "Oh, relax." She gave him a peck on his cheek. "Don't think that means anything, or I'll slug you."
Sain was flabbergasted. "Wait...did you just kiss me?"
"On the cheek. And it's not going any further." She let go of his hand, now that it was feeling a bit clammy. It was possible it came from the perspiration he seemed to have. There had to be something wrong, she knew it, but what she didn't know. However, what she knew was that Sain's face wasn't as red from the blushing, but it was still somewhat flushed. Something in his respiratory system was surely working incorrectly, for his breathing wasn't hard to notice, as it was slightly deep but rapid. His eyes seemed to dance under the light of the sun, even if they weren't moving. Before she could mention it, Sain shuddered somewhat, a hand to his stomach. "You know that butterfly in your stomach feeling you get when you're nervous?" he mentioned, a tiny quiver in his voice.
Lyn was one to be worried. "What about it?"
"I don't know why, but... lately it's getting worst. I've had it since my first day out of Caelin, and it never stopped," he admitted.
She simply nodded. Of course, it was his first time outside of Caelin. It could be the stress. That, or, "Maybe you're sensing a danger or something. Some people get those feelings." She brushes away a few strands of hair that was shading his eye.
"Not really. It stops when I'm in my sleeping bag, but when I'm not, it does that. I didn't told Kent, because I don't want him to think I'm a chicken. But then again, sometimes, I can't help it but worry about Kent, to be truthful." His fingers played with each other while it seemed like he was trying to catch up with the breaths he didn't take at certain points of his life.
"Why?" she curiously questioned, rubbing his back for his comfort. It seemed to help him tremendously. "He can take care of himself. He demonstrated it more than once."
"I know that," he mumbled as his eyes clouded. He looked similar to Kent when he does that, she noticed. "But...he follows his orders blindly. I'm afraid that might be his downfall. I take my orders, considerate them, and see how I can follow them while still staying the same person I grew up to be. Maybe it's because he's making it up for his, well, rebel years."
Her eyes narrowed. "I hope he'll have enough sense not to follow orders when they're pure suicide," she grumbled.
Sain's eyes returned to their normal, happy stare. "Well, those are given to my mom," he said.
She felt a pan of pity. "I'm sorry she has to do suicide missions. You probably worry about her a lot."
A simple laugh escaped his mouth. "You do know of the Emerald Queen, correct?" She nodded, confused. "You're speaking to her son." His grin seemed to grow twice its size. Lyn could do naught but gap at him.
"Your mother is the Emerald Queen?" she concluded. She has heard of this particular assassin. No one had ever managed to survive her blows, and her body looked way too young for her age-while she looked in her late twenties, she was to be forty in three years. It wasn't a wonder why she mistaken him to be her age, fifthteen, youthful bodies seems to be part of the family.
"That's why I don't worry too much for her. She's more powerful then what she shows. She seems frail and gentle, but she is a rather strong person. She's basically Kent in a female version of my body."
She could not control herself. His voice was too enchanting not to fall in love. "Sain, I think I'm developing a bit of a crush on you." "Eh?" Sain burrowed his brow, looking away from her eyes. "I don't think I could live with that."
"Why not, Sain?"
"Well..." He begins to fidget around, balancing his body on the gravity pull. "You are royalty. I am a knight. It could never work."
"But, Sain, you just told me you're a descendant of a royal family. That makes no sense to me." Lyn was getting more concern. Wasn't it Sain who said that she was beautiful? Wasn't it he who wooed her with his kaleidoscopic language? Something had to be wrong with him.
He looked at his surroundings. "To be honest, Lyndis, I...I only serve your grandfather because of the way he treated me. If he didn't treat me that way, I would be a mercenary by now. I never liked the authority, for to me...they betrayed my people. If they did help us Caliwealths, none of us would do the Cherry Blossom Gathering each year. The fact Lundgren was never gentle with me also gets that feeling deeper."
"My granduncle? I have a feeling that he's had something to do with the people who've attacked us on our journey." She realized even Sain didn't wanted to be caught up in this nonsense. That's when she noticed it. If Lundgren wanted to kill her, then perhaps... "Sain. We have to get to Caelin as quickly as possible. I wouldn't be surprised if Lundgren were to try something on my grandfather."
"Hmm. I know, but rushing things aren't going to help tremendously," he pointed out.
Her expression was a sad one. "I know, sorry. I'm just worried."
He softly smiled, hoping to bring up her spirits. "I'm quite aware of that, milady." He attached the sheath to his belt, under his right thigh armor. "When I was a toddler, I never got out of the castle, expect for pre-training exercises. I only came to the Pheraen beach when I was 10. When I first left Caelin, I was so worried that I might get sick. But when I saw the beach, I knew it was worth it." He closed his eyes and in his mind, he saw the beach. "Its ivory sand and cerulean water stands out from anything. When you look at the ocean from Sakura," he used the Sacaen name of his land, "the ocean seems green, and it's not as beautiful."
"Why are you telling me this, Sain?" her curiosity was big enough to kill at lease fifty cats.
"It's just... my mother," he began. "I'm a bit of a momma's boy, and when I'm far from her, I do feel like part of my own heart is with her. It's not a good feeling, if you know what I mean."
"I'm happy you're confiding in me. I like it when people know they can trust me." She moved a bit closer to Sain. "I understand your reasons. When my parents were killed, I felt like part of me died with them," she admitted.
Sain let his eyes open, due that no more he could control his inner emotions. "While I've never truly experienced death first-hand, I can comprehend that. When I see orphans... It's ripping my heart just seeing them there." He stared back into nothingness, letting his mind wander upon his dreams and fantasies.
"Oh, Sain..." She couldn't find the words to express herself correctly. She took a deep breath and tried another solution. "I pray it shall be a long time before you do experience death."
"Yes. I hope in my heart the same thing," he muttered, but Lyn catch the words and smiled. Perhaps there was more to Sain than meets the eye and the mouth. The Green Knight then felt a warm weight on his body, a hand touching his chest. "Huh?" He glanced downwards to see his liege upon him. "Milady?" His face turned into the deepest shade of crimson there was. "What are you doing?"
She darted her eyes to his. "Do you object?" she teased.
"Object? Milady, I have no clue what you mean." Everything was spiraling out of control for him. He wasn't expecting her to do this to him. Kent, perhaps, but not him, after all the scoundrel had said to her...
"I like you. I want to know more about you," she explained.
"Uh!" Sain's heart skipped a beat faster than he could say his name. His entire body felt warmer by the sudden shock that was making the wheels in his head spin out of control. His gut started to feel like a few rapiers, crossing each other in said body part, pierced it. He felt like choking on thin air. "I...I'm not... feeling well. I need some time alone," he said, his voice sounding upset. She noticed the discomfort on his face, and quickly stood up.
"Sain, would you like some water? I'm sure that might ease your pain." She asked, hoping she could help him.
"...I'll be fine, seriously." He didn't want to lie, but without control over his body's functioning, he had no choice. This was all too much for him to handle at once. If at lease he told her about his poor immunity system! "It's just a small cramp, really."
"I see. I'll go sit with the others while you'll stay here." She patted his head a bit, smiling somewhat sadly.
"All right. Just no mention to Kent, okay?" His eyes shone a slight illness, however it was slightly hidden by his tiny, forced smile. She forced a smile too, and left the location, wishing at lease that Sain would be released from the clutches of his inner pain.
M/N (Muse's Notes): This story's script is actually from the role play the WhiteMagick Gang. I hope you enjoyed this story, and please review! No flames, please and thank you!