While I did say that I was going to calm Jill down a bit, I must warn you that she's rather… irrational this chapter. But that's only because she's in a bad mood. As you'll soon see.

Oscar: So enjoy, I suppose.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem.

In Fourteen Days

Day 4

Monday, October 16

So, I'm pretty sure the kid was ticked off at me for forgetting to tell her I wasn't going to be around this morning. She refused to talk to me the entire day. Didn't even call me to tell me that she didn't need a ride home; made me worry about where the hell she had gotten herself to. Another reason to never have kids… Anyway, I finally got her to talk (I'm starting to get use to having a constant droning in the background…) when I threatened to toss her things out the window. I can't believe she fell for it; my landlord would kick me out for sure if I did that. Only after mutilating me, of course. And making me pay for any potential lawsuits should I kill someone doing so.

—Haar

"He's unbelievable!!" Jill exclaimed, nearly ripping the piece of paper in half. The poor, inanimate object really didn't deserve that fate. It had but conveyed Haar's message to her (quite faithfully at that).

Sorry, forgot to tell you that I had to get to work early today. Here's some money for the bus. Call me when you need to be picked up.

-Haar

Jill could not begin to fathom how the man had forgotten to mention this to her last night. Did he not realize that the bus didn't just arrive whenever she wanted it to? In fact, she had just missed the one that would get her to school on time.

"Argh!"

If the piece of paper could speak, it would be screaming in agony. Of course, since it couldn't, Jill let it fall to floor in two pieces without a second thought. She then proceeded to dashing out of the door.

Mondays were most definitely the worst day of the week, many a student would agree. Jill Fizzart was the exception. She never found a difference between the first school day of the week and the last school day of the week. They both ran the same; school never really changed. However, today, Jill felt the bitter sting of the Monday syndrome.

No thanks to a certain person, Jill had arrived twenty minutes late for her first period class (which just happened to be Pre-Calculus). She had missed almost all of the notes and had to copy a friend's, which of course took up the precious in-class work time. Jill would now have an unnecessary amount of homework that night.

As if that weren't bad enough, her Science class was also a disaster. For some unfortunate reason, Jill was paired up with a boy named Lucas for their chemistry experiment. Lucas was a boy with a short attention span, and a tendency to do stupid things. Jill had turned away for less than five seconds. This would prove to be a grave mistake.

When she turned back, Lucas had stuck a large strip of magnesium into the flame of the Bunsen burner. The consequent flash of light blinded Jill for that fraction of a second that was needed for her hand to knock over the beaker situated near the edge of the counter. This beaker happened to contain their experiment. They received a 0.

"Wow, Jill, I thought that you didn't like the cafeteria food," her friend Nicola remarked as Jill paid for her lunch.

"I don't, but I didn't have time to pack a lunch this morning," Jill replied. Not that there's any food in the fridge anyway…

As she turned to walk towards a table, someone bumped into her and, subsequently, her plate of fries, and the chicken burger with it, scattered onto the floor.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" the boy that ran into her exclaimed. "I didn't mean to bump into you! Here, let me buy you a new lunch!"

Jill didn't hear what the boy said to her. Her brain was too busy rerunning her horrible morning. No matter how many times she went over it, she came to the same conclusion every time: it all started with that note.

"Jill? Jill?" Nicola asked, shaking her shoulder.

"I'm not hungry. I'll talk to you later," Jill replied haltingly.

The magenta-haired teenager bolted out of the cafeteria and out of the school. Once she was out of doors, the young woman proceeded to kick the wall, ignoring the shock of pain being sent up her foot. Letting out a long breath through her nose, she sat down and closed her eyes. At least she had something to look forward to after school.

"Oww," Jill groaned, rubbing her nose. The blow from the volleyball still smarted. Well, of course it did, she did get spiked in the face. Thankfully, it hadn't been broken.

Jill couldn't remember having a worse volleyball practice; or a worse day. After her horrid day of school, she had been looking forward to her after-school volleyball practice. She was always able to lose herself in the rigorous exercise that sports demanded. Perhaps she had lost herself too much; Jill hadn't seen the ball until it had collided with her face.

Letting out a sigh, she shouldered her backpack and walked out the front doors, preparing herself for the bus ride back to Haar's apartment. Going back there wasn't exactly what she wanted at the moment. After all, it was his fault that she was having such a bad day.

As she began to make her way down the street, her cell phone rang. Pulling it out of her sweater pocket, she checked the caller I.D.; it was Haar. She almost debated not picking up since he was the last person she wanted to talk to. Still, she supposed she couldn't avoid him forever…

"Hello?"

"Jill, where are you?"

"… At school."

"It's 6:00," came the flat reply.

"I had volleyball practise," she answered, trying to keep her tone emotionless.

"Why didn't you call? I've been trying to reach you since 4:00," Haar's voice sounded irritated. "Do you know what your father would do to me if I let something happen to you?"

"Sorry! I forgot to call!" she lied. "Dad usually knows that I have practise on Mondays! Anyway, I can take care of myself!"

"… You're pissed," he stated.

"N-No, I'm not!" Jill stammered, caught off-guard. How did he know?!

"Yes, you are. Is it about this morning?"

"N-NO! My-My bus is here! Bye," she said quickly, hanging up, her face red. The street was empty.

"Still the silent treatment?" Haar asked. Jill didn't so much as glance up from her Math homework. "Look, I apologized, didn't I? … …If that's how you want to play it, that's fine with me."

As Haar moved away from the table, Jill sneaked a glance from under her bangs. He had walked over towards the couch where she slept and was staring at something on the floor. If she didn't know any better, she would think that he was looking at her luggage.

"Well, since there's obviously no one else here, I can get rid of this junk. It's taking up my precious space," he said aloud.

Jill's head snapped up and glared at the brown-haired man. She nearly opened her mouth to say something, but caught herself at the last moment. He was bluffing! However, much to her annoyance, he only gazed back at her, unruffled.

Then, he smirked and, with a grunt, he picked up her suitcase and walked towards his balcony. Setting the baggage down on the floor for a moment, he opened the window and stepped outside, the suitcase right behind him.

"… Hope there's no one under here," he remarked in a non-chalant tone. Lifting up the suitcase, he balanced it precariously on the ledge; only one arm kept the whole thing from toppling over the edge.

"N-No! Don't!" Jill cried, now knowing that he wasn't kidding. She jumped up and scrambled over to the window, grabbing her suitcase.

"Oh, so now you talk," he said, one eyebrow raised. She glared at him and frowned, lowering her gaze.

"… I had a bad day," Jill mumbled, still staring at the floor.

"And that's my fault, how?"

"… It's not…" she admitted grudgingly as Haar lifted her suitcase back into the apartment.

"Then stop acting like it is," he replied, shutting the window.

"Sorry—AHH!" Jill shrieked as Haar suddenly hefted her onto his shoulder and tossed her onto the couch in one swift movement. It took her a moment to overcome the vertigo caused by the throw and when she righted herself, her heart was still pounding.

"Hope that cleared your head," he said with yawn.

"Y-Yeah…"

So, the point of this chapter would be… Haar teaching Jill a lesson. I guess I was trying to show that Haar's insightful? Really, though, I just wanted to write a chapter where Jill had a shitastic day.

Oscar: How very… um… I don't even know what to say to that.

FireEdge: Yeeeah, me neither. Anyway, there is, you know, a slight deeper meaning to this chapter, but you really don't need to read into it. This was mostly just a fun chapter. Oh, and you probably won't be seeing an update until August. I'm leaving in a few days (for about three weeks), and while I MAY have access to a computer and internet, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to update. Either way, see you guys… eventually.

Oscar: Leave a review!

--FireEdge--