Disclaimer: FIRE EMBLEM and all its RESPECTED characters and IDEAS belong to its RIGHTFUL OWNERS. Fire Emblem does NOT belong to the likes of me.
Recap: "That's right, just breathe." ,wow did this guy know how to calm a man or what. Soren gave a cute soft smile to himself before losing all his competence in reality. Suddenly, the swaying stopped. No, not yet, he hadn't fallen asleep! He flipped over, like he had a burst of regained energy, and to his astonishment there was a surprising face…
CHAPTER SECOND:
What is love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more… (Ha ha, gotta love it.)
There he was, staring right back at his own eyes. He caught himself on his vanity's mirror, but in the reflection he saw a swift cloak slip out of the door behind him. Turning quickly he raced after the anonymous person, knocking the wooden door away and breaking a bolt that connected it to the wall's frame.
At every corner his sight got so close, but all he saw was a flowing garment make another quick turn. His feet clambered ferociously on the hard floor, with speedy little beats like a trembling drum. The world swallowed him into an illusion of a grand chase. Around him the wood tore away to form trees, branching at his legs if he did not run fast enough.
He pushed and pushed, and even got close enough to grasp the material, but only was able to rip away a piece of it. From this grab the cape of his prey became wings, as feather's flooded his view. He felt his calf start ache as he pressed on so vigorously.
The scenery kept eloping together to form more lush environments. His arms tangled in vines, but he desperately wiped them aside. He could hear the ring of the bird's song in his mind, but who's voice was it? Was this familiar to him? He grew so concentrated in the sound, hoping to recognize an identity behind its melody, that he paid no mind to the movement of his legs.
It was then he slipped on moist ground. He picked himself back up to look down at a muggy swamp. Water rings rippled from his arms as his hands dug into mud under the water. He saw the water and sweat drip from his lips, coming down the sides of his wet face like tears. He wanted to really cry, for the frustration of never knowing was going to haunt him forever. The idea that he'll never truly know if it was who he thought it could be.
Staring down, his reflection started to fuzz. The water boiled, but he felt no burn on his skin. A little panicked, his eyes went wide. At this moment, water splashed up into them, making him grunt and fall back.
As he tumbled, his back met a wood rod. Blinded, he reached behind him and grasped with white knuckles onto what felt like his bedpost. He sighed at the fact that he knew the feel of a bedpost so well, no thanks to Nasir. He rubbed his eyes and looked onto the reflection of his vanity again, and his bedroom door was shut behind him.
He looked down at his lap, to see the mud and rugged tears on his cloths were not there. He rubbed his hair for plant-life with his left hand, but nothing frizzled away. It was like he had never left.
He was still for a moment, trying to regain reality as he knew it. From the inside out, starting at his heart beat, he felt his nerves take hold again of their ability. It was until they reached the fingertips that he felt something silky in his hand. Opening it timidly, he looked down at what seemed to be the material he had ripped away.
Meanwhile, in a room not far off…
Candlelight was the only source of light as a red stream of hair hunched over a desk. The feather in her hand skipped so fast it could practically take flight. Her writing ran short as her eyes skipped around the harmonic words she scribbled down. Biting her pen she tittered to herself.
"He looked handsomely at her with kindly eyes. Behind him fireworks shot through the air as he flipped some of his hair to the side. He smiled, a passionate look befell his face…"
Titania giggled, quite pleased at her little fantasia that slept in her secret pages. No-one knew her little secret. And especially no-one could know the other member she wrote about.
Suddenly, a knocking came to the door. She jumped in surprised and shut the book quickly. Before answering the person let themselves in, and the quickest place she had was shoving the book into her shirt, under her bra.
"Titania!" ,Astrid softly called her as she peered in.
"Wait until I answer next time!" ,Titania pouted with a grumpy face.
"Ah, I'm sorry… " ,she looked down at her feet, as if she were blaming them for making her enter in such rudeness, "… I was asked to tell you that everyone has been reported to bed by lord Ike."
"It's quite alright… thank you." ,Titania nodded politely. It was not Astrid's fault she was a secretly exercising her active imagination. Astrid nodded nervously, and turned to leave. Titania reached to her breast to quickly grab the book, for an idea nabbed her then and she had to get it down. Just as she felt Astrid would close the door, she turned around with her index finger pointing upwards.
"W-what is it?" ,Titania quickly brought her hands to her lap.
"Just from girl to girl… there's something very sexy about you right now that I just cannot quite touch." ,Astrid lifted the finger to her chin, "I think… I think your bust size is bigger!"
"Well… " ,Titania stuttered, was this sarcasm the girl had brought upon her, or was she for serious, "… I guess it might be the fact that I'm not in my armor!"
"Ah, that's probably it!" ,Astrid took that finger and pointed it towards Titania. She then nodded with a hum and left the room. Titania sat in the same position for a moment, waiting a few seconds before taking the risk again. Closing her eyes, she breathed with relief.
Reaching to her bosoms, she tried once again. To her disadvantage, Oscar thrust himself into the room. Titania threw her hands off her chest and up at the sides of her head.
"Titania! It's Soren! He's fainted in his room!" ,Oscar's forehead perspirated with worry.
"Oh! I will come check things out right away then!" ,she gulped out in an dorky search for the right thing to say, "Did you get Rhys to the scene?"
"Yes! He was gotten immediately!" ,Oscar dramatically nodded with large thrusts of his head. Titania nodded back the same, with her hands still up at the sides of her head, widespread fingers like she had been caught doing something illegal. The both just kept nodded until their assurance dulled to a slow rhythm. When finally it hit a stop and some silence, Oscar had to ask.
"Um.. Ma'am why are your hands-"
"It's good for a female's breast!" ,she blurted out, almost involuntarily.
"Oh…" ,Oscar nodded, "… I can tell."
In Soren's room…
"Was he found like this?" ,Rhys looked up to the nearest person with an expression ridden with concern.
"Yes, found with his face on the floor!" ,Boyd's voice was frantic, even though him and Soren's character chemistry always collided. There was a jumble of people accumulating in the room, making a crowd around the pale victim. Everyone chattered with worry, except for Lethe, who stomped off with crabby anger buckled to her heels.
Rhys was irritated from the noise, it was the last thing he needed around him when trying to care for someone. His voice could barely make any difference in the tsunami of questions. People would take his commands of dismissal as interpretations of other things.
"Is he ill?"
"Please, I need you all to leave!" ,Rhys put up his hand, eyes closed in hopes that when he opened them the crowd would be gone.
"We should grieve? You mean he's DEAD?" ,the voice cried out, causing people to gasp and scream. The commotion was giving Rhys a headache that he about wanted to faint himself, but then it suddenly started to fade. It was like the noise ran away from something, as it quickly silenced from the door and spread across the room. As the noise went still, slow stomping footsteps could be heard coming down the middle of the crowd towards Rhys with a threatening aurora emitting from its presence. Medal slowly shackled along, and the footsteps became ever so more demeaning as people made way for the moving figure. It was like thick, strong hooves, as it parted people like the red sea.
"And what… is the situation…?" ,A male voice asked, stepping out from the last of the people of the crowd, causing a bubble of air for him and Rhys.
"Soren has lost his consciousness." ,Rhys voice was quivering, fearing that maybe he was not the one given the permission to talk.
"And… why is the whole ship in this one room?" ,the authoritive voice questioned as he looked back and fourth at people, his glance making them step back, "Don't you think this will weigh one side of the ship, causing it to tip over?"
There was no sound, not even breathe could be recognizable. It was the utter definition of absolute absence of noise. Nobody moved unless the man had moved, and when they did it was a quick, frightened jump. He reached for a female's spherical earring, snatching it as she stood in shock. He then took this round piece and held it up at arm's length.
"If I drop this ball, and It does not roll horizontally,… then this will not be the only thing rolling!" ,he snapped at the crowd, with a under-toned frustration, "…Go!"
Then, like a broken dam, people flushed out of the room through the small door, breaking another knob that connected it to the wall. Titania and Oscar where just making their way there when they had been trampled by the whole crew. As Rhys started to stand a little, the man put his finger at him.
"You. Stay here." ,he said, Rhys just nodded nervously.
"Yes… sir Ike."
Some hours later…
"How is he doing now…?" ,he had been pacing needlessly, and had not sat since his godly entrance.
"You asked that five minutes ago sir…" ,Rhys looked up at him, but was shot back with a icy cold, blue stare, "… I mean, he is sweating, I believe he probably had some kind of shock."
Ike sighed putting his hand on his chin, and after a few moments of thinking, waft it through his hair and kept it atop his head.
"I'll watch over him tonight. You, go to bed." ,Ike demanded, still facing the other direction.
"Are.. You sure?" ,Rhys twisted another damp cloth to replace the old one on Soren's forehead.
"Quite." ,Ike insisted, and with no question Rhys stood and slowly walked from the room. He had his hands folded in front of him as he opened and shut the door with gentle grace. Ike waited a few moments, just listening to Soren's soft breathe behind him. He looked down a bit, and turned around, watching Soren's chest rise and fall.
Ike walked over, taking one hand from Soren's side and placing it on his chest. There he held it, looking down. He rubbed his thumb across, wrinkling the tender skin. For a long while he just stared, waiting in a world without time. His care was strong, but his mind hurt with the constant worry and closed his eyes.
"Ike…" ,whispered an anemic voice.
"Soren!" ,Ike sat up holding both hands to Soren's. Soren sat up and looked around with his eyelids half-shut. He then looked up at Ike, only to get his forehead petted.
"How are you feeling?" ,Ike asked with desperation.
"I'm alright… just a little lost…" ,Soren sighed and stared back at Ike. There he was, right in front of him, he could almost touch him. Then he realized… he was touching him. Looking down at his hands he saw Ike's shaking grasp on his lap.
"I was worried. It seemed like you had fallen very ill." ,Ike leaned in, the blue in his eyes now had a sad hue.
"I'm alright…" ,Soren made a small nod with his chin.
"Well, let me stay the night with you…" ,Ike protested, and sat next to Soren.
"But, you need sleep!" ,Soren snapped back, "I will not allow it!"
"What do you mean? I'm sleeping… " ,Ike gave him a confused look, "Scoot over!"
"W-what?" ,Soren blushed and was pushed over as Ike hauled himself into the bed. Before he could say or do anything he was being snuggled so tight that he had no breathe to talk. Ike was acting like this was some kind of adorable little slumber party.
"Then again, maybe I wont be getting any sleep." ,Ike chuckled.
In Kieran's room a little later that night…
"I'm not hearing this… I'm not hearing this!" ,Kieran lifted the blankets up to his nose, were only his eyes peeped out with freight. It just so happened that he was in the room next to Soren, unfortunately he got there thinking it was Oscar's room…
"How could my rival be so dirty?" ,Kieran shivered as he suffocated his ability to hear with his pillow. The thumps were so hard though that it wasn't much help.
"Rival, you filthy man!" ,he thought in disbelief.
In the Green-head brother's room…
It just so happened that Oscar's room was actually on the other side of Soren's, Kieran just got his information wrong. All three brothers bunked in this one, and were just as open to the rowdiness in the next room.
Fortunately, Boyd could sleep through a tornado and snored so loud that he drowned out all noise for Oscar. As for Rolf, he laid nestled close to Oscar. He had a nightmare and crawled into his brother's strong arms. Who could hear anything with a heart as big as Oscar's, rhythmically beating next to your ear?
The Next morning…
Kieran scooted quickly over to Oscar in the oatmeal line with an inquiring twist on his brow. Oscar was use to this and kept to serving himself some steamy breakfast. There was momentary silence, which surprised Oscar a bit because Kieran usually ran his mouth. He lived up to his reputation quickly though.
"That's it!" I just have to know! Who did you sleep with last night?" ,Kieran turned to him, about screaming.
"Do you have to know…?"
"That's what I just said! I must match my rival!"
"I don't know how you could match, but… I slept with my little brother, Rolf." ,and he calmly walked away.
Kieran was left in total shock, "… pedophilia… and… incest… all in one night? He's right… how can I match?"
"Oh yes, and Boyd." ,Oscar noted.
"Gack!" ,Kieran jumped.
Whew I guess that was fun. Ah poor Kieran. Well who was that mystery man from Soren's nightmare? Could be anybody! Well, anyways, thank you for reading if you did, bye!