Yay, I'm finally back! Or something!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah blah blah, whatever.

Author's Note: This story takes place before Chapter 24 in Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance. Just thought you might want to know that... or something. It doesn't really need to be said, but I just wanted you to get an idea of which characters will be in it... I think?

So, here goes nothing?

CHAPTER ONE

"But... but... I'm so boooooored!" Boyd complained loudly, "There's nothing to do... at all!"

Soren looked up from the plans for the next battle he was going over. "Oh, shut up, Boyd. Nobody wants to hear you whine."

Oscar nodded with that usual, unchanging expression he always has on his face. "You could go train."

"Noooooo way!" Boyd protested. "I've already trained enough! Plus, it's not exciting at all if I'm doing it by myself..." The green-haird mercenary attempted to look dejected, but he just ended up making a weird looking face.

"So find a training partner, idiot." Soren sighed as he wrote something very important-looking down.

Boyd folded his arms over his chest. "Okay! Who wants to train with me? And by the way, you better not be a bad fighter, because I'm in the mood for a challenge!"

"Well, don't look at me. I'm the tactician." Soren said, still writing.

"Titania and I are helping Soren..." Oscar said sheepishly.

And many more excuses were made up and spoken, but I don't feel like writing them down. They aren't all that interesting anyway.

Boyd grunted angrily. "Is there anybody who doesn't have some craptastic excuse?"

Fingers pointed accusingly at Shinon and Zihark.

"Bah." Shinon snorted. "No way am I training with some ignorant whelp like Boyd."

"Um..." Zihark's voice trailed off as he tried to think of a reasonable excuse.

Boyd grabbed Zihark by his wrist and began dragging him out the door. "Okay, Zihark it is!"

Everyone else in the room laughed at Zihark's pain.

"You know, I don't really feeeeeeel like training anymore." Boyd admitted a few moments after they went outside.

"...Well, thanks for wasting my time." Zihark sighed.

"Hey--wait!" Boyd shouted at Zihark before he could turn his back on the warrior. "Everyone else thinks we're training. We could always do something...else?"

"Like what?" Zihark asked as he raised his eyebrow.

Boyd whispered something in the swordmaster's ear.

Zihark nodded. "Oh. I see what you're saying. I suppose that sounds... fun."

Soren closed up the makeshift folder he kept his plans in and set it down on a nearby table. He sighed and turned off the light of the lamp, since he was the last one awake. "Well, tomorrow's going to be a long day," the sage mumbled to himself. "I better go to sleep..." Surprisingly or not, Soren fell asleep quite quickly. It became the perfect opportunity...
"Shh!" Boyd hissed quietly, holding a finger up to his lips.

-Que Mission Impossible theme-

The green-haired warrior stepped warily into the hallway, followed soon after by Zihark, making no noise at all. Zihark crept ahead of Boyd, cautiously stepping on the wooden floorboards and wincing everytime his foot touched the floor, waiting for some uncalled for noise to disrupt the painful silence.

Boyd glanced in every direction, then made his move as he tiptoed into Soren's room, thankful that the door had been left ajar. He motioned to Zihark to stay outside silently. The swordsmaster stood still outside the doorway, his gaze wandering throughout the hallway in an almost paranoid sort of way.

After a few minutes, Boyd emerged from Soren's room, carrying something that's shape couldn't be seen in the darkness. The two both did some stealthy maneuver and went back to Boyd's room.

Boyd pumped his fist in the air triumphantly and set the 'bundle' down on the floor. Zihark closed the door, silently, of course, and sat down on the ugly carpet.

"Let's see what's inside..." Boyd whispered as he opened the book, which, by the way, is what was inside the 'bundle'.

Dear Diary,

I hope nobody every reads this. My reputation will be completely ruined and I'll never be able to live it down. If I EVER find that somebody's been reading this... Well, let's just say that the consequences won't be... pretty.

Today I did the usual tactician routine... Planning strategies gets boring after a while, to be honest. Well, that's boring stuff, so I should probably talk about something more interesting. Oh, of course. Today I talked to Ike for a bit, then I went to my room, where I was confronted by Lethe. She was wondering about a heads up on the strategy so she could plan accordingly. I normally would just get irritated and tell anybody else to go away (aside from Ike, of course), but I can make an exception if it's Lethe... Sigh... I think she hates me... I'll never be able to show my true feelings to the only girl I've ever loved. Such is the way of the Branded...

Now I'm getting all depressed. Maybe I should take a nap or something, or go back to planning.

Uh-oh, here comes Mia. I better put this away. Until tomorrow, I guess.

Both of the boys managed to stiffle their laughter as they closed Soren's diary.

"Oh, right," Zihark said, "We better put this back before anybody finds out..."

Boyd nodded. "I'll take it back on my own, I know where to put it. You can stay here and--"

"Or I could just go back to my room..." Zihark remarked.

"Or that." Boyd said as he stuck his head into the room from the hallway. "See ya tomorrow."

Zihark gave Boyd a fake salute as he walked out the doorway quietly. "G'night."

--END CHAPTER ONE--

Did you like it? Was it stupid? Should I write more? Feel free to suggest Zihark's and Boyd's next victim if you have a preference or something. As always, reviews are welcome.