Disclaimer : I do not own Fire Emblem nor its characters, which are the properties of Nintendo and Intelligent Systems.
It was no secret that Lon'qu, the feroxi champion, had to guard the third princess of Ylisse, namely Lissa. He thought it would be easy ; but nothing would be farther from the truth. He imagined the princess to be a prim, proper lady, with a quiet attitude and interest for nothing but futile things, and thought she wouldn't even talk to him, a mere bodyguard. However, the princess of Ylisse was the little girl in a yellow dress from the Arena. She actually participed in battles, as a healer, and didn't act like a princess at all.
She was loud and her face depicted a lot of expressions. And she was really childish.
He had no problems stabbing people and didn't reflect on his master's orders, but this was too much. Even if she was a child, she was still a girl. As long as it was the same gender, it wasn't possible. She kept annoying him at all times, wanting to talk to him or to be closer.
Really, it annoyed him. He couldn't stop thinking about a way to keep her away, even now as he was swinging his blade to train. His moves were getting angrier than usual, as his sword cut through air with precision. He couldn't concentrate well and his thoughts always returned to princess Lissa.
He saw her bright, poisonous smile. Again and again. Sweet memories of her laughter burned brightly in his head, destroying what little concentration he had until now. Lon'qu sighed but didn't put down his sword ; he had to practice and to become stronger.
If he didn't, then that girl would surely...
"Lon'qu !" Ah, speaking of the devil. Lissa called him from afar, waving happily. The swordman growled, feeling even more annoyed because he would have to deal with her, and put down his sword. He knew he couldn't win against her. She ran to face him, and he was grateful she realized she was standing a little too close to him and stepped back.
"What do you want ?", he asked slowly. He was always nervous when confronting women. But this time, he had to push her away ; he had to protect her, no more, no less. There was no need to do something more than his job.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay ! Usually the others come to me if they're hurt, but you train a lot."
"There is no need. Real warriors don't need treatment for a scratch", Lon'qu didn't look at her, instead looking at the sharp edge of his blade.
The girl made a face close to disappointment, her eyebrows furrowed, and the curves of her tiny mouth curling downward. Maybe she was even pouting a little. She lowered her head, facing a strait rejection once more : it was not the first time, but it seemed like she was finally getting along with him as she wished to. However, it was not enough to make up give up on him ; at least she wanted them to be friends !
"That won't do, grumpy man ! If you continue like this you will really get hurt one day !" She exclaimed, hands on her hips in a angry manner.
"I don't need...", began the swordsman before being tackled to the ground. While he was recovering from the fall, Lissa, above him, took his sleeve off to look for wounds. Feeling her fingers gently over his arms made him want to scream, a woman getting close to him was horrifying enough. His instincts took over in a few seconds, and soon he pushed abruptly Lissa to the ground, using his full strengh. Panting and still terrified from the contact, he stood up and dusted his clothes while replacing his sword in the steath on his belt. He briefly looked at the princess who was apparently shocked he got away from her so violently. She tried to stand up and lash out at him, but the pain she felt on her hip prevented her from doing so, and she fell repeatedly. She finally stood up by leaning on a wall and she looked at him accusingly.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest at the memory.
It was so violent, so unfair.
He could see her head chopped off again and again as he wondered what kind of monster would do such a thing to an innocent creature like her.
He could smell her blood while gulping down the thought that he failed to protect her.
Taking a step back, then two, then three, he ran off and left her alone, trying to make the memory disappear from his mind.
"Fine", Lissa huffed from afar, "if you're going to be so mean, I won't help you !"
He didn't look back nor stopped, but he heard her protesting loud and clear. She was probably angry with him. She had every right to : he couldn't not hurt women. That was why he decided to be away from them ; he wanted not to repeat the same error again. How could he protect someone he hurt ? She didn't need someone like him.
"I know you stay with me because of my brother's orders anyway !"
A/N : I wanted to write about Lissa and Lon'qu. They're really cute ! I don't always ship them ; I prefer Lon'qu/Olivia or Lon'qu/Robin, and maybe Lon'qu/Tharja. But I read some fanfiction, replayed their supports again and again, and I still think those two are cute. And Owain's outfit really looks like Lon'qu's, which make me think more and more about them.
Somewhere in Tharja's supports, Lon'qu mentions that his phobia of women is caused by his incapacity to protect the woman he loved, or at least, a woman very close to him. I wanted to write about that because it wasn't explained in Lissa's support with him.
Anyway ! I hope I grasped Lon'qu's character alright. I know what it is like to be afraid of the opposite sex because, well... I'm afraid of men, but not for the same reason as Lon'qu's. And that's really a pain, though it helped me this time, I felt like I understood Lon'qu's attitude and it seemed so easy to write about Lissa's reactions.
This story will have at least two parts, I don't know if I'll write a third one. I'm sorry it's so short but it seemed like a good place to cut the story.
I hope it's alright !
[Emilyka]