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It had been a week since the tea accident at Inigo's apartment.

Thankfully, the injury she suffered was a minor one. Her arm, which was now slightly peeling, had only suffered a first degree burn. It was thanks to Brady's quick thinking and actions that prevented it from being worse. She was discharged from the hospital as quickly as she got. Now she just treated the burn with a special lotion.

Ever since the incident, she locked herself in her apartment, refusing to open it to any of her neighbors. The commotion quickly spread across the building, even reaching the ears of the people she didn't even know. Not exactly the first impression she wanted…

Of those people who came to visit her, Inigo was the most frequent of them all. He would knock at her door with a sense of urgency, shouting out apologies so she could hear him through the walls separating them. Eventually he would grow tired and leave her alone, always leaving a nice little gift at her doorstep. From cheesy apology cards, to chocolates, even those bears with puns on them. In all truthfulness, she wasn't angry at him or anyone. Rather, embarrassment was the source of her solitude.

As another day passed by, Robin found herself growing bored. Sure she wasn't ready to show her face just yet, but…she would have to face her neighbors sooner or later. Plus, hiding from others was just not like her.

It was around 8 p.m. that Robin decided to pick up a book to pass the time. While she contemplated watching some television, she remembered just how boring it really was. It was always the same shows with the same plots. One season, they'd introduce a new love interest who then gets murdered in the next season. The next season after that, sudden murders start popping around. And when everything seems to be wrapped up in a nice little bow, surprise, character rises from the dead! Yeah…no.

Considering it was already dark out outside, and she had her television off, Robin expected her apartment to be dead silent aside from the rustling noise of her turning the pages. But throughout her home she heard strange sounds. They were incredibly subtle, almost undetectable, but the silence let her hear loud and clear. It was almost like…

Click…click…click

What in the?

Click…click…click

Robin put down her book. She looked around the room, looking for the sound. But the peculiar thing about it was that it wasn't even coming from her room. It sounded like it was situated in the…

Click…clickclickclickclick

The sound was only getting louder now. It was a clicking, grating sound, like something clashing with bronze or brass. Whatever it was, it was horribly annoying and…kind of scary too.

Maybe it was the loneliness and silence of her room that was getting to her. Or maybe it was the way the light formed shadows in her room that looked strangely like silhouettes. Or the low hissing sound from the-

No! She couldn't handle it any more.

In a fit of fear, Robin sped into her living room where the kitchen was. In the kitchen was a small closet in the corner where she kept her cleaning supplies and other things. Getting a weapon from inside (which was actually just a broom), she sneaked towards her front door, holding the broom over her head, ready to strike whenever she desired. Pinpointing that the noise was actually someone trying to break in, she readied her broom for when the crook entered.

Click…click…CLICK

When Robin heard the sound of her door finally being unlocked, she felt her stomach drop. Her broom was shaking in her hands as she was ready to strike any moment. The door slowly creaked open.

Now! Now was her chance!

"You're finished!"

Robin shut her eyes tightly and started swinging the broom around madly. She didn't bother to check whether or not she was actually hitting the person, she just made sure to hit just about every inch in front of her.

"Oof!"

In the midst of her spasm, she heard a grunt of pain. Got you now you little…

"Will you stop that already?!" She heard a man say.

"Get out of my house first!" she shouted right back at him, now doubling her strength in her attacks.

She lifted the broom as high as she could and brought it down with all her might.

"Hyah!"

But before she hit him with it, her assault stopped mid-flight.

"Huh?" She finally opened her eyes.

"I said stop that." A bit of annoyance in his voice.

The man was oddly, normal-looking, not the buff, intimidating criminal she expected. He had orange hair with a headband across his forehead. He was sucking on a lollipop and reeked of candy. Who in the hell?

She pulled back roughly to try to get her broom back, but it was of no use. The man held on too tightly.

"G-Give it back!" she yelled.

"What? So you can keep whacking on me some more? Sorry to burst your bubble, Bubbles, but no can do," the man replied calmly.

Knowing the broom was a lost cause, she resorted to pelting the man with her fists, throwing weak punches at his chest.

"If you'd stop hitting me, then maybe I could to tell you why am I here!"

Refusing to listen to him, she continued to hit him until her stamina stopped her from going on.

He raised his eyebrow at her. "You done?"

She hit him one more time for good measure.

He sighed. "Finally. Sheesh, Bubbles, didn't know you had a temper."

She gritted her teeth. "Will you stop calling me that? My name is not Bubbles, it's Robin. And why are you in my apartment at this hour without my permission?" she demanded to know.

"Simple. Blue sent me," he replied.

"What?" she said sharply.

"Blue. You know, Chrom. The guy who rents you this place."

She slinked away from him, staring at him wide-eyed. "C-Chrom? The man with blue hair, Chrom?"

"Well there's a reason why I call him Blue. It also helps with the fact the guy's so stinking rich he's practically royalty," he smirks.

"O-Oh no. If he sent you and you got in here without my permission then that means…Oh gods don't tell me you're here to evict me."

"Look, I've done my fair share of bad things in the past, but I ain't no evictor. Not my kind of work."

She grasps her chest and breathes out. "Oh, thank goodness."

"Why are you so worried about? Did something you can't tell a soul to?" he's practically teasing her at this point.

Her cheeks grow red when she remembers the tea incident. "Hah. It's not like you haven't heard the story already. You know…the one with the tea and the ambulance."

He chuckles. "Heh. That was you, Bubbles? Been here only a couple of days and you're already famous. Gotta hand it to you."

She sighs once more at her nickname. "Okay, let's set this straight. One, don't call me Bubbles. Two, what's your name? And three, what did Chrom want that he sent you so late at night?"

The man shifts his lollipop from one cheek to another and sucks on it so hard it makes a 'popping' sound when he takes it out of his mouth. "Gaius. The name's Gaius. And when Blue needs a job done, he usually sends me out. He wanted me to check up on you, says you haven't been around lately and you haven't been answering the door. The guy was pretty worried." He pulls out some keys and twirls them around his finger. "He gave me the keys to your apartment, but I decided to have a little fun while I'm at it and wanted to pick your lock. I've been getting a bit rusty but hey, I managed. Hope you don't mind."

"Oh, don't worry. Everything is fine, really peachy. I just love when people come to house unannounced and try to break in," she says sarcastically.

He shrugs. "It's just another job I gotta do, that's all." He scratches his cheek and looks around awkwardly. "Anyways, I think I over stayed my welcome here. You seem like you're in okay condition…well maybe not in the brains department, but you're living and breathing."

She snorts. "Will you just leave already, please?"

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving, but first-"He zips right past her to where her kitchen is and grabs something off of the counter. "I'll take these, thank you."

She gets a glimpse of what it is from the corner of her eye and grabs him by the edge of his jacket before he can leave. "What do you think you're doing with my chocolates?!"

"Just thought I might collect my reward a bit earlier this time, and these little bad boys were just sitting there, so I thought I'd take it off your hands," he plays it off slyly.

"GAIUUUSSS!" she warns him.

He quickly opens the box and shoves a chocolate into her mouth.

"Mmph?!"

"Something to sweeten the deal, all right? Look, Bubbles, you look damn right lonely, and even Blue thinks so. Next week, Blue's having a pool party and he's pretty much inviting everyone. That's your chance to make nice with the others and try to prove to people you're not mental. So go there, have a nice time, share a popsicle or two, and get out of this place for once."

He stands by her doorway and looks back one last time. "See you there, Bubbles." He winks at her and he's gone.

Robin finally swallows the chocolate that's already melted in her mouth and remains silent. She grabs her door and closes it, ever so gently.

Right now her mind is in buzz. She can't speak, she can't think, and she just stays there motionless until she finds herself crashed on her sofa with her thumb flipping through the TV channels.

For the first time in a long time, Robin watches a full episode of a TV show. And it isn't until the break of dawn when her eyes are bloodshot red and her back hurts from sitting down for long that she thinks, 'what the hell happened?'


Of all the people Chrom...you pick Gaius as your assistant. Sometimes you are too damn gullible. Then again, Gaius is a sweetheart (pun totally intended). Will Robin actually go through with this and go to that pool party? Hmm, I wonder?