So, this summer I went on vacation for two weeks in Nova Scotia and Newbrunswick, visiting my grandmother and aunt. While I was there, I got bored and tried to write something, then my sister asked me to write a series of oneshots for her. This request was originally set for my older sister, but she never even finished the first one, so they were given to me. I wrote a total of... I can't remember. Six or something. These oneshots had to have a pairing and a theme, just random themes, whatever we could come up with, so... enjoy my series of oneshots all in this one fic. By the way, if you think any of the themes I post seem deep and whatnot... you've come to the wrong place. I write humour not deep, sad stuff.
This first one-IkexSoren, Surrender. (I've only played Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn so... those are the only characters I can really use.)
I don't own Fire Emblem.
Read on!
Soren wasn't happy. Ike had disappeared on him again. For the third time. He stalked through the camp, radiating as much anger as a five-foot tall wind sage could radiate. And Soren could radiate a lot of anger (confirmed by Reyson). Oscar hadn't seen him, Boyd hadn't seen him and Shinon didn't care. Mist hadn't seen him, Titania hadn't seen him and Gatrie was too 'busy' no notice his absence. Not even Mia, who dragged Rhys (who hadn't seen him) around the camp, challenging everyone there was to challenge hadn't seen him.
Finally, Soren approached the very last place he wanted to search. The tent in which Aimee the shopkeeper held shop. If nobody had seen him, she surely would have.
"Aimee-"
"Ah! Is that you, Ike-Oh, no, it's just Soren. Ew-I mean-do you need something?"" Aimee jumped as he entered, but her excitement was extinguished immediately when she saw that it wasn't Ike in her tent. This proved that Ike had not been here, so the sage promptly left without a word.
Well, so much for that plan, Soren sighed as he trudged back to his tent. Perhaps he had taken some soldiers and started training (again?), preparing for the next battle. This thought, however, was swiped away as he approached his tent. He flipped open his book at the same time he flu.g the tent flap open.
"Aha! Ike!"
Ike jumped from his position on the ground, over a map of Tellius that look as if it had been placed over other papers at the last minute. He threw hi hands in the air, eyes wide. "Ah! I surrender!"
"Where have you been?" Soren narrowed his eyes.
"I was just..." he glanced at the papers behind him. "...I was just wondering what direction we were heading in tomorrow, so..."
Soren looked at the map and saw, sticking out from underneath, the bane of Ike's excuse. "While, at the same time, wondering what I've calculated our approximate expenses for the next week? What could you possibly need that we don't have? Please, tell me."
Ike sighed with defeat, dropping his hands to his sides. "Well, Mist wanted me to train her with a sword, so I thought that while you were away, I'd..." he trailed off again.
"You do realize that our last three training sessions were canceled because you were 'training with Mist'?" Soren inquired with a voice that clearly said that Ike would be sore in the morning.
This, ike hadn't thought about.
"And I was only 'away' because I was searching for you?" Soren charged on.
"I know, I'm sorry... You seemed angry, with that 'I will murder you' look on your face and all-"
"Because you seem to feel that a mage will not hinder you in battle, when I know that you have very little resistance!" Soren interrupted indignantly.
"I know! But I can fix that with a talisman-"
"Talismans are expensive, Ike. Didn't you just imply that you would need a sword for Mist? You're going to have to make a choice, Ike." Soren raised a brow, daring Ike to make another argument.
The said general sighed again. "I'll feel better if she has something to protect herself other than a staff. So, where do you want to train?"
Soren smirked triumphantly.
Ike thought that he was doing rather well. He managed to dodge most of Soren's attacks, and when he did get hit, they did hurt. His resistance sucked.
He thought he was doing well, until...
Soren's tome landed in the dirt with a loud thud. Ike froze as Soren shot him an unreadable look as he bent to pick it up, flipping the pages slowly to some of the more powerful spells. "Well," he said. "It seems that you can handle low level spells without difficulty, so..."
Twenty seconds later, Ike was running to a fro across the training field, having a terribly hard time with keeping hold of Ragnell. Soren had knocked it (in some raging fit of revenge) from his hands not ten times by now, and that glint in his eyes suggested that it wasn't over soon.
"We've three days of training to catch up on, Ike! Get off the ground!"
Ike scrambled for his sword as another burst of wind came at him. "Ack! Soren! I surrender!"