First of all, I'd like to begin by thanking all those who responded to the vote in the first chapter, especially agarfinkel for being my first review! I was worried the experiment wouldn't do well so your first review gave me hope, and for that I'd like to thank you!

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And with that, on to chapter two!

-Ponchimaya

Chapter 2

Robin was in heaven in the empty library.

Back in his old school, the library was crowded and loud and filled with useless old books that weren't academically updated. No one seemed to respect the sanctity of the written word as people used the place as some sort of meet up spot. The most updated part of that library was the romance teen fiction section, which may have proved well in his experiment later on, but still.

Oh, and the fact that there was only one library.

Library A was dedicated to Geographical Knowledge, and my, was it astounding. All the maps and atlases were readily available, along with volumes and volumes of detailed knowledge on world geography, sorted by country.

Already Robin was heaving a load of books, preparing to borrow them all when he passed by a figure surrounded by open books, and taking a nap against a shelf. Robin was ready to ignore him when he saw a book next to him called, 'War Tactics of the Europeans'

Robin's heart started to beat faster. War tactics? An actual book on war tactics? Oh man, oh man, I gotta have it.

There was no way around it, seeing as the book was in the sleeping guy's grip.

Robin put his books aside and quietly tiptoed to the figure. He gently nudged him awake. As the blue haired boy opened his eyes slowly, Robin spoke.

"There are better places to take a nap than in the ground, you know." Robin looked around. "Or in the library for that matter."

The guy yawned. "Sorry. I was trying to analyse some stuff but I couldn't really absorb anything…" he glanced at the clock.

"Yeah, speaking of which," began Robin, "Can I borrow tha-"

"CRAP!" exclaimed the guy, wide eyed.

Robin raised an eyebrow.

"I'm late for the Ceremony!" He rushed to stand. Robin sighed to find him taller than he was.

"That's great dude, but that war tactics book, can I—"

But the guy wasn't listening. He was pacing back and forth. "No point now, they've probably shut the doors already. I can't go in there without making a scene. I don't think Em would know, either."

"Cool." Sighed Robin, eyeing the book.

"Hey," said the guy to Robin. "You won't tell anyone I'm here instead of the ceremony right?"

"Who can I tell?" asked Robin. "I'm new. And who would mind?"

The guy laughed. "Believe me, they'd mind." He held a hand out to Robin. "I'm Chrom Exalt. Nice to meet you."

Robin took the hand. "Robin Tact."

After a brief handshake, Chrom bent down to fix his mess of books. "Sorry for the mess. I was looking some stuff up."

"Can I borrow the Tactics book?" Robin asked suddenly.

Chrom looked confused for a while, then his eyes settled on what Robin was referring to. "Oh, this." He said, picking it up. "This book isn't actually from here. It belongs to Library D, the Tactics Library."

"…..Tactics Library." Repeated Robin.

Chrom nodded. "I can show it to you, if you'd like."

Robin blessed Chrom's soul to the high heavens.

OoOoOoO

"Go ahead to class, Lissa." Said Robyn, eyeing the paper bag and already working a hundred calculations and possibilities.

Lissa looked worried for a while. Then she shrugged. "Okay. But hey, I'll pick you up! And just in case I get dismissed late, I'm just in class 7C." Lissa gave Robyn a quick hug much to her surprise, and skittled away. Robyn had to wonder at that. 7C? A seventh grader? What was she doing in the second year area? Robyn shook off the thought. Never mind.

Now to get down to business. The people in the locker area was lessening by the second, so Robyn bent down behind the trashcan and gingerly took the now empty bag.

She thought for a while. The locker area's fourth wall was open, leading to a grassy walkway outside leading to the gates. The weather, still with the slight aftermaths of summer, made the air still warm, logically making the inside of the locker rather hot and stuffy. She opened the crumpled bag. Just as she thought. It was sticky from the very chocolatey muffin. The chocolate chips must have gone all gooey and squishy.

So that was her first lead. Whoever took the muffin must have cursed at the stickiness, carelessly thrown the bag away in a hurry and left.

Which meant they needed something to wipe their hands with.

Robin closed her eyes and tried to remember all the bathrooms she walked by. She noticed one thing: each bathroom had a small vending machine outside filled with toiletries needed. She opened her eyes and made her way to the nearest bathroom.

As soon as she reached the hall with the bathrooms, she was conflicted at first with the girl's bathroom on one side, and the boy's bathroom in the other. Luckily no one was around to see what she was about to do.

She observed the girl's vending machine first. Nothing interesting.

Then she observed the boy's vending machine closely. Then she saw it.

A missing tissue pack from a spring. Once a thief, always a thief. Robyn smirked and gingerly reached inside the slot. Bingo. The feel of a melted chocolate stain. She took her hand out and found her forefinger stained. She smelled it. Yep. Chocolate indeed.

Robyn wiped her hand with her handkerchief and pondered as she made her way down the hall. How many trash bins in this school were there? Robyn wasn't too pleased at the idea of searching through all the trash bins.

Okay, think. Robyn shut her eyes.

Remember everything you read in the orientation pamphlet. Robyn, like her brother, had an astounding photographic memory.

Chapter 5….Rules and Regulations…General Decorum….Section A, Classroom…no, not that…think harder Robyn…okay, Section B, that's it, Hallway Decorum.

'The hallways are meant to serve as a pleasant view to visiting accreditors and government agents, which is why it is vital to keep the halls clean, which automatically means—'

"Strictly no eating in the hallways." Robyn said aloud, opening her eyes. Suddenly she knew were to go.

A smart thief like this one knows a loophole to defend himself if he gets caught. So, where would a smart aleck like him eat a big muffing without getting caught? Where was the one place that the pamphlet didn't cover?

Good thing Robyn had mapped out the school as she want along earlier so she wouldn't get lost. Also, she kind of memorized the map in the pamphlet.

The journey was lengthy, but when she finally reached a high corner stairwell, she glanced at the trash bin next to it.

Robyn smiled. So her long journey wasn't a waste. Crumples of tissue paper covered in chocolate stains.

Smiling with raw determination, she briskly climbed the stairs all the way to the roof.

OoOoOoO

If Robin thought Library A was impressive, that was only because he hadn't seen Library D.

The library reminded Robin of a Victorian era, where the shelves were vast and required ladders on wheels to reach the top books. There were various sofas and mahogany desks, and old fashion lamps and an entire section devoted to maps.

"Of course," shrugged Chrom, "not much people go here, save for the members of The Ylissean Army."

"The Ylissean Army?" echoed Robin, still looking around.

"Well, Ylisse participates in the War Simulation Games, or the WSG."

"What's that?"

"Well," Chrom explained patiently as they took a seat on two sofas, "It's basically a sort of sport played by elite schools in different towns. Ylisse has its own team, of course, and F. Emblem is the proud representative. It's a huge deal in this town to watch."

"What's it like?" inquired Robin excitedly.

"The task is simple, really. Get the other team's helm. But that's only the main task. The catch is that the terrain the teams travel to is different every single time, and we all have electric sensors that reach to the main controllers of 'hits' we gain, which are also measured by the force of the said hit. If you reach your maximum, you're out."

"So there's fighting involved?"

"Of a sort, yes." Chrom played around with the tactics book. "There are different classes that a player specializes in. Myrmidons, Lords, Knights, Cavaliers, Archers, the like."

"It's like a real live board game!" exclaimed Robin.

"It's also real difficult." Said Chrom. "Our school is superior in power and skill, I'll give you that. But what we really need…and lack…is a proper tactitian." Chrom sighed. "None of our classes have actually been able to reach master class, since we don't really have a lot of strategical wins. All our 'wins' are pure luck, and so we haven't exactly impressed the Game Masters much."

"This town is so cool." Sighed Robin. "Back in my old town, the most town anticipated game event were a bunch of stupid sports."

Chrom leaned back. "I'm a Lord class and captain of our team here. I'm not amazing with strategies. Which is why I try." Chrom gestured to the book.

"I can't wait to watch one." Said Robin.

"You're in luck," said Chrom, "the first match of the season is this week. We've been training all summer for the opening match."

"I totally have got to see that." Robin leaned back. "This place is awesome."

"What class are you in?" asked Chrom.

"We're talking about real school now, right?"

Chrom chuckled.

Robin yawned. "Class 2A, with my sister."

"2A." echoed Chrom, impressed. "You must be really intelligent to be part of the Honors Class on your first year. And you have a sister?"

"Yep." Robin nodded. "We're twins. Her name's Robyn."

Chrom raised an eyebrow. "As well?"

"There's a difference." Explained Robin, rolling his eyes. He and his sister always had to clarify this. "The second syllable of my name is pronounced a bit longer, since it's spelled with an 'I'. My sister's is spelled with a 'y', so her second syllable is pronounced shorter, and the 'y' is almost silent."

It took a while for Chrom to pronounce their names properly, but finally he got it.

"So what's your section?" asked Robin.

"Class 2D." said Chrom. "Athlete class."

"You play other sports besides being captain of the WSG team?"

"Of course." Said Chrom. "Basketball, baseball, fencing, soccer..."

"Okay, slow down there Mr. Perfection." Robin thought for a while. Huh. So this guy was a jock. He seemed pretty okay though.

OoOoOoO

Robyn couldn't believe it.

Never was she wrong before. As she walked back down the stairwell and decided to head for homeroom, she wondered where in her calculations she could've gone wrong.

The roof was empty. She searched around, looking for a thief. Nothing.

She needed a plan. One way or another, she was going to catch this thief. As her mind raced for a hundred possibilities, the bell rang and students began to file out of their homeroom classes, Robyn quickened her pace a lot. She had missed homeroom entirely.

It didn't take her long to find her classroom, but by the time she reached it breathlessly, she found her classroom empty save for a stern looking woman with short red hair and glasses sorting out papers.

Where was her brother? Robyn gingerly entered the classroom.

"Miss Tact?" said the teacher suddenly without looking up from her work. Robyn jumped.

"Is your brother also with you?"

"N-no Ma'am." Said Robyn. So her brother didn't attend homeroom as well?

Finally, Miss Miriel stood. "Please, call me Miriel. I highly encourage my students to refer to me in a first name basis, seeing as we are all one in our goal to reach our academic and scientific endeavors." Miriel studied her. "I have been quite anxious to meet you and your brother, to be honest. But it seemed you had more important matters to attend to."

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Mi—I mean, Miriel, but…" Miriel waved her hand dismissively and picked up her books.

"I choose not to tawdle in the affairs of my students. That is entirely up to them. Neither do I give detentions. I do not see the point of having my students sit in a room with mindless delinquents and buffoons. But since the disciplinary office issued that detentions for missed homerooms today is a complete must, I will schedule you and your brother at the earliest possible hour before school tomorrow, at 6 am in detention room F for only 30 minutes, because I do not see the point in these detentions."

Robyn chose to stay silent.

"Although to add to that, I must inform you of your class assignment." said Miriel, "I would be requiring the class to write me an entire paper on common trends and patterns of student delinquency. I think it should be an interesting and feasible study for us, don't you think? You and your brother may work together."

Robyn nodded. "When is it due?"

"Oh please, Miss Tact." Smiled Miriel wryly, beginning to collect her belongings. "I do not give deadlines. Surely I expect my students to deliver their works at adequate times. We are all responsible individuals here. Have a good day, Miss Tact." And with that, Miriel left.

Well, Robyn supposed, I guess I got off the hook pretty easy.

"Robyn?"

Robyn turned to see Lissa at the doorway. Robyn walked up to her.

"How was class?" asked an obviously excited Lissa.

Robyn shrugged. "Uh, I didn't actually get to go."

Lissa was dumbfounded. "Are you kidding me?!"

Robyn giggled. "No. But Miriel gave me only 30 minutes detention tomorrow early morning."

Lissa giggled back. "Well, that's lenient. I remember my friend Henry who got it for 2 hours!"

Robyn smiled. "Hey Lissa, where are we going?"

"To introduce you to the lot, of course!"

Robyn stopped. "The…lot?"

"Yeah!" said Lissa. "Everyone! You're cool, and a total genius from an Honors class, and pretty! Everyone's gonna like you a lot."

"Er…" Robyn wasn't sure she wanted to meet 'everyone'. "I have to find my twin brother."

Now it was Lissa's turn to freeze. "You have a twin brother?!" Robyn nodded.

"I want to meet him!" exclaimed Lissa.

"I have to know where he is first." Said Robyn, looking around. "He was supposed to be in class with me."

Lissa thought for a while. "Hey! I've got a brother too. Why don't you come meet him?"

"I should really look for my own brother…" muttered Robyn distractedly, keeping away from Lissa's puppy eyes. How was she going to lure the thief to come to her? Robyn knew she shouldn't keep chasing the issue, but she can't seem to let it go.

Distracted with these thoughts, she couldn't stop Lissa as she dragged her on to meet her older brother. It was when Robyn passed by a set of glass doors labeled 'Clinic C' did inspiration hit her.

"Lissa." Said Robyn quickly. "I feel sick."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Lissa. "The clinic's right there! I'll take you!"

"That won't be necessary." Said Robyn. As she see slight hurt flash in Lissa's eyes, Robyn got her cell. "Let's exchange numbers." She smiled. "Go to your brother and tell me where you guys are. I won't be long. This is pretty embarrassing anyway."

Lissa broke into a wide smile with a slight blush. "We get to exchange numbers already! This is so cool!"

When they were done, Lissa waved and left. Robyn sighed. That was easy. She entered the clinic.

The nurse's desk was empty so Robyn decided to take a look through the student available cabinets, searching for what she was looking for. Suddenly she heard noises from behind on of the curtains.

"Step away from me, woman!" said a familiar male voice.

"But I need to touch you to feel for a sprain!" insisted a desperate voice.

"Gah! Go away!"

Wow, thought Robyn. He sounds majorly freaked out.

The nurse gave an exasperated sigh and exited the curtain. She composed herself and gave Robyn a gentle smile. "I'll be right back dear, take whatever you need."

And with that, the nurse left.

Robyn stood and slowly decided to peer through the thin gap between the curtains. Her eyes widened. Lon'qu. In his kendo attire.

She wanted to enter and say hi, but she remembered their awkwardness this morning. Part of her wanted to clear things up, but part of her was also quite nervous.

Should Robyn enter and try to initiate a conversation with Lon'qu or grab what she came for and go after Lissa?