NOTE: Okay, this is an old piece of crap from April 2006, revamped. It's IkeSoren. So shoot me. I know I'm not going to do ANY better at IkeSoren than anyone else who's tried and failed. I freely admit it's a failure and don't care if you flame. I personally believe (and I'm not alone, several close friends believe this as well) that the Fire Emblem Path of Radiance section here needs to die a nice quiet death with assistance from the ungodly IkeSoren mpreg babies and their PWNZORING MAGIC POWAR.

That said, were I to own Fire Emblem, Ike and Soren would have a steamy sex cutscene somewhere in the game. Since that sadly exists only in the mind of the fans, it's apparent that neither I nor anyone on this site own Fire Emblem.

Ike:

Please don't show this letter to anyone. I'm writing this to you and you alone. So bugger off, Boyd, this letter isn't to you.

Well. Now to begin. Ike, I wanted to write this to you because I don't honestly want to say it out loud, for fear of being overheard by some cad with sharp hearing (yes, Shinon, this means you). You can burn a letter when you're done with it, but word of mouth is much harder to eliminate.

Well, I want to apologize for going crazy a few days ago. You know, when I was yelling at you, trying to get you to leave me alone. But you didn't leave me alone. You've always been one stubborn guy, Ike.

So, I want to thank you for that. For making me tell you what was going on. It made me feel a lot better. Like I said, you're my only friend, the only one I can talk to.

But, I must apologize some more, because I left out something minor.

Okay, maybe it's not so minor. Ike, it seems I have fallen in love with you.

When I say "friend" I use the term rather broadly, because I have only one, and I think it seems to be a bit of an understatement. I've been lurking about camp for awhile, and looking at people who call themselves "friends" (like, say, Nephenee and Calill) and I was surprised at how vastly they differ from our relationship. Compared to us, these people are barely acquaintances. Thinking about it now, I think we might be more than friends. Don't you agree?

And besides, you're the only person I feel safe around, like I can trust, like I really feel I belong around. When I said I'd finally found where I belong—by your side—when we defeated Ashnard, I meant it.

You didn't care if I was one of the Branded. You said you didn't give two figs who my parents were. You said I was always going to be the same Soren. And you said I'd always be your friend.

Heh. It's funny. I thought that was the most romantic thing I had ever heard. As they say, love is blind.

But you do think I'm OK-looking, right?

ecause I think you're the most beautiful thing in the world. No beorc or laguz anywhere could be better than you, in any way. But that's just my opinion.

And you know, when you said we'd be friends forever, I was sad. Just a little, though.

…Okay, I was devastated. I wanted to be more than your friend. Since I had told you all about my past, the things I'd never tell anyone else, not even Greil if he threatened me with death. But of course he'd never do that. And if you were merely my friend, then I'd never have told you all that.

You were the only one who helped me, those years ago. You could have left that half-dead, unspeaking, droll little child there in that ditch, let him die quietly with no one to care, no one to bury him, no one to give a second look as they threw the corpse in the river, but you didn't. You and your father took me in. And I can't find any words to tell you my thanks. And the fact that it was you who took me in and not someone else makes me all the more grateful.

Sometimes I wonder if someone else had found me rather than you, would I feel the same way towards them? I don't think so. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe my feelings for you are much more than gratitude.

When I said I didn't know who I was, part of it was because I never knew my parents. And part of it was because I was so confused about my sexuality and my feelings for you. But I know now. I love you, Ike. I have for some time. And I think I always will.

Do you love me too?

I hope so. The way you speak to me, it's different than how you speak to Boyd or Oscar or Shinon. It's more like how you speak to your sister. You joke, but I can tell you care. A lot.

So show me sometime. Hold my hand when we walk along. Let me stroke your face when we're alone. Rub your foot against my leg under the dinner table. Whisper those three little words in my ear when no one's listening. Kiss me like you mean it when no one else is looking. Heck, I'll even let you do my hair sometime. Just anything to let me know how you feel.

If you did, I don't think I'd ever be able to leave you again, for any reason. And I hope that's what you want from me, because that's certainly what I want from you.

Oh yeah, and don't forget to tell Aimee that she can't call you "Ikey-poo" anymore. Because that's my name to call you now. You're MY Ikey-poo. And I'm your Soren. No one else's. Remember that.

Yours forever,
Soren