Note: I really have to stop playing Fire Emblem Path of Radiance. It's distracting me. And so, to quell my distraction, I will write a Soren X Ike story. Dammit, I like that pairing. I just hope my mother doesn't walk in as I'm typing. Whew...

So, if Ike's dad's name was Gawain Greil, does that make Ike's name "Ike Greil"? 'Cause that's what I'm calling him, dammit.

This story used to be something completely different. I changed it because I'm stupid. It's now THIS. It used to be something about prophetic dreams. Now it's modern AU and such.

About my modern AU. It's full of modern things such as cars, TV's, mp3 players, etc, but no guns. The characters still fight with swords and such. That's about it. They also don't have high military weapons and such. They still ride into battle on horseback. And have magic healy skills, like Rhys' staff.

I don't own Fire Emblem, I think Nintendo does. Or Capcom. Or somebody, I don't know and frankly I don't care. I don't own them so I write this disclaimer so I don't get sued.

Chapter One: Capture!

We've got your little tactician boy. If you want him back, you'll come here to us to get him back. Don't show up and we slit his throat nice and slow.

The battle was frantic. Ike couldn't have seen this coming. There were enemies everywhere, people were falling all around him, and in the midst of it all somehow Soren managed to get himself kidnapped. It wasn't anyone's fault.

As Ike held the ransom notice in his hand his eyes flared with fury. He crushed the note in his hands and swore loudly. Titania placed her hand on his shoulder.

"He'll be alright. I swear."

"How could they have the gall to do this?! Taking a prisoner of war is one thing but you don't go after the other guy's tactician! That's just wrong!" Ike exclaimed. "It's just wrong!"

"Calm down. They won't hurt him."

"How do you know that? They could be there torturing him to death as we speak!"

"They won't hurt him because they're using him as bait. They know you'll come after him and it's you they want. It's a trap, Ike!"

"I don't care! I'm not letting them get away with this!"

Ike picked up his sword and stormed out, furious.

"Ike, wait, you can't! You'll be killed!"

Ike turned the keys in the ignition of his bike and looked back out at Titania.

"Better me than Soren."

He drove off, leaving Titania in his wake.

- - - -

"Listen here, girly. You're gonna stay nice and quiet in here until we get back. Don't even think about doin' nothin' stupid, 'cause if you do, we'll slit your throat before your little boyfriend even thinks about getting here. Got that?"

The head thug, huge in comparison to petite Soren, threw the mage to the ground. His robes tore. His stooges laughed.

"Oof!"

"That's right, on the ground! Stay there!"

Soren looked up with cold, burning hatred in his crimson eyes.

"Ooh, scary eyes, girly. What are you gonna do, stare me to death?"

"I'm thinking about it." Soren replied icily.

"Oh, he can talk! Say somethin' else, girly boy. See what I do."

"What could you possibly to do me? Ike will be here soon and then you'll have no chance."

The thug cracked Soren across the face with his fist, sending Soren's head into the floor violently. Soren gasped in pain and half-coughed, half-sobbed. He spat out teeth.

"Wanna back talk to me again, kid? There's more where that came from."

"What... what-what do you want with Ike, anyway?" Soren choked.

"That punk owes us for what he did to our friends in the Crimean War. We're gonna take it out of his hide."

"Then what... what do you need with me?" Soren said, struggling off the floor on his hands and knees.

"You're bait, kid. We have you, and he comes to us. All in due time."

Soren got dizzy and fell to the side once again. He coughed out blood.

The thug laughed at Soren's pain. Soren stiffened.

I am so... sick of being laughed at! He thought. Unfortunately, his mild concussion left him on the floor rather helpless. The world around him dimmed.

Suddenly, a random motorcycle crashed through the wall, and on top of it was Ike.

Ike did a fancy flip off the bike, letting it crash into the opposite wall. He landed and drew his sword.

"I'm here for Soren! Give him to me now, and I don't gut you all like trout! Try to stop me and you'll find out what color you are on the inside!" Ike shouted. He was furious.

The thug stood up, having been knocked over by the bike.

"You think you're so tough? We'll show you tough. You destroyed our pals in the war, and now we're gonna pay you back."

"Is that so?"

In a battle that was short and sweet, Ike destroyed every thug but the leader.

"Now, are you going to give me Soren back?"

The thug looked around at his fallen comrades.

"Fine, fine, take him! Take him! But this isn't over, you hear me?!"

"Yes, it is. If you ever come anywhere near him again, I'll rip out your eyes and shove them up your ass so you can watch me kick the shit out of you." Ike replied, smashing the thug into unconsciousness with the hilt of his sword.

He ran to Soren and knelt beside him.

"Are you alright?"

Soren nodded weakly. He stretched out his arms, a sign for Ike to help him up. Ike picked Soren up onto his feet. Soren swayed dangerously, his concussion messing with his motor skills. Ike held him steady.

"Whoa, there. Come on, we'll get you to Rhys, okay? He'll help you."

Soren nodded and held onto Ike, who pulled out his cell phone and called for a ride.

Ten minutes later Rhys showed up in his clunky old sedan, which sputtered, stalled, and spat out exhaust in thick clouds. Ike loaded himself and Soren into the backseat.

"Are you two okay?" Rhys asked.

"I'm fine but Soren's got some head trauma. He's got a nasty lump on the head and I think he's concussed."

Soren swayed and coughed, falling sideways slightly onto Ike's shoulder, where he lay, groaning in pain.

"I'll get you two home."

End Chapter