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Recap: With the day going as usual, Rhys finds himself tossed off the edge of the ship, causing another panic. Once again, it was Ike to his rescue, bringing him from the wet depths and putting breathe back into his lungs. Unfortunately, Soren made his way into the scene when Ike was pressing what looked to the poor mage like a compassionate slather of their tongues. Upset, he stomped back to his room to fiddle with a newly found literature, which happens to be Titania's 'secret diary' of her swooning dreams.

CHAPTER FOURTH:

So this is love… so this is what makes life divine… (Can't you just see Ike and Soren singing it to each other? Ha, ha… scary…)

Oscar sighed, and decided that maybe now wasn't the time to bother. He leaned his head next to the wall as Soren's pisses and moans started to turn into giggles. He heard scribbling sounds commenced once again. Things were pretty silent for a moment. Oscar had caught sway of the ship and he couldn't help but to stand there and drift with it in his sorrow.

"RIVAL!" ,Oscar jumped from this loud shout right behind his ear. Turning, he caught himself face to face with Kieran as his breathe wafted into Oscar's face like a bull's steam that rushes from the nostrils.

"May I help you… ?" ,Oscar asked as he was leaned back at an angle.

"Ha, we shall see who bests!" ,Kieran chuckled as he bent Oscar even farther down from his looming gaze, practically knocking the green head over, "Unguard!"

"Kieran I don't think now is the time for a chal-" ,Oscar tried to calm Kieran's obnoxious fury, but was swiped at with the zooming blade as it cut the air with a whistle. Oscar ducked with a girly shriek as the blade rounded over his head.

At this moment, Soren was stepping out the door to shut up whoever's loud voice was making all the racket, but was greeted by a blade snapping in front of him, barely hitting if it wasn't for the fact the edge of the doorway caught it's blow. Soren went stiff, along with him the two mounted warriors instantly froze. Looking over at the scene, he saw the victims he wanted to make suffer slowly. Soren's raging madness was interrupted though, by how awfully strange this sight really was.

Soren looked over to see Oscar kneeling down right at Kieran's crotch region.

"Oh, I don't even want to ask!" ,he grimaced, "No wonder it was getting so loud out here!"

Oscar blushed with embarrassment, Kieran going pink in the face as well. From this, Oscar stood with a bashful smug, knocking the top of his head under Kieran's chin. Oscar felt the bump and saw blood spew over his head from behind him. Turning around quickly to check on Kieran's well being, he accidentally elbowed Kieran into the stomach. Gasping he watched as Kieran tumbled to the floor and went unconscious. Oscar dove down to his side, only to discover Kieran's eyes forming into two large, confused looking swirls. By the time he got a chance to look back Soren had disappeared from the picture.

Just down the way of the hall…

Lethe was just making her way out her door only to have to lag behind Ike as he was supporting a wettened Rhys. Rhys felt heavy as the water in his clothes and hair weighed him down. Ike was hauling him to his bedroom so he could get some rest from struggling from the aquatic frenzy. Lethe groaned, keeping her pace and growing impatient of their slow walk. She just thought of how humans were so stupid and nauseating.

Then came Soren, power walking with his crabby mood. He looked at Ike with agitation as he closed in. Ike smiled, glad to see Soren and nodded with a greeting, but Soren suppressed any ordeal to compile.

"If I wasn't disgusted enough!" ,He snapped in a bad mood, pushing past the couple. Ike Looked back in misbelief, so did Lethe at the fact that he sounded so much like her. Ike frowned and went to chase after the furious mage. He didn't notice his damp damsel had made his way on his own.

Farther down the hall again…

Rhys was now nearing what seemed to be Oscar from his fuzzed view, probably because of the salty waves. Oscar turned, pleased to see just the lad he needed. Standing he clapped his hands in search of a favor, then realized Rhys' state.

"Why are you all wet?" ,Oscar tilted his brow in question.

"Never mind that, what has happened to him?"

"Oh yes! Please, he needs help!"

"Seems so, let us give him attention right away. Here, carry him into this room!" ,Rhys commanded, helping himself in while knocking away Soren's old door and holding the cloth for Oscar. Oscar looked down at the slumbering Kieran as he bled from one side of his mouth. Feeling bad, he caved into the idea. He kneeled next to Kieran and lifted him with all his might as to carry another grown man, especially from ground level. He had to hop Kieran up and down a few times to lift him, but finally caught him nicely in his arms. Unconsciously, Kieran felt he was snug as well, nudging his cheek into Oscar's chest, cuddling and softly purring. Oscar blushed from the involuntary pet along his heart.

Finally, strutting over all the way to the bed, Rhys lifted the covers to put Kieran under for warmth. Oscar looked down at Kieran who resembled a big baby and almost didn't want to let him go. Unfortunately the red trickle on his face caught Oscar's sight and he thought it best that Kieran got care for the abuse he was accidentally given. Laying him down gently, Oscar slowly slid his hands from under Kieran's body, in the process running his hand across his bottom. After hitting that, Oscar pulled his hands out quickly as not to do anymore dirty fondling to the unsuspecting Kieran by mistake.

Rhys took no notice as he tucked him in. After that he began to snore, obviously he was starting to get comfy in what he didn't know to be Soren's bed. It was too bad he was put into a bear trap without even having control of it, but Rhys wasn't thinking of the end of Kieran's fate just yet. The healer was more determined on preventing such a thing as he handed Oscar one of his dripping gloves.

"What is this for?" ,Oscar asked.

"I want you to wash that blood off as I do some examining." ,Rhys calmly noted as he started his way to poking Kieran in random areas. Oscar was set a little aback, but he complied. Meanwhile, Rhys was poking at Kieran every here and there, but usually would be tickling Kieran, making him giggle in his sleep. He just prodded his delicate little finger, waiting for Kieran to react unhappily to any pain.

Oscar started to wash Kieran's face, watching and setting the glove back as Kieran would laugh. A sweat drop developed on the back of his head as Kieran would 'te-he!" or "eh-heh!" like he was the Pillsbury Doughboy.

After some time tending to Kieran, Ike came in the room, holding hands with Soren as a sign that they had settled their argument. It had been a short, but a petty one, as it sounded like that of a wife accusing a husband of having an affair. Upon returning, Soren picked a new culprit, just from the sight of Rhys' checkup of Kieran. Soren assumed that he seduced the mounted knight, and not only that, but Oscar was there to help with the scandal. This wasn't good for what Oscar thought was a damaged reputation that belonged to him.

"Ha, so he's the filthy whor-" ,Soren said pointing harshly at Rhys, but was interrupted by Ike's calming halt.

"Come now, we came here to settle things not rouse them up again." ,Ike said, explaining why they were holding their hands. Rhys grew nervous and uneasy from all the obvious clues on their plan for sorry sex.

"I'm sorry, but we needed a place for this young lad to rest for he was injured just outside the hall." ,Rhys tried to explain, hoping Soren wouldn't mount in rage from them invading his personal space. Soren was just about to do so until Ike whispered into his ear what sounded like 'Psst psst raunchy butt love psst psst' and they headed out the door again. Rhys supposed they decided to go somewhere else, but wasn't sure where they were headed. Growing curious, he pranced over to look out the hall. The two looked back and fourth, Rhys having to pull himself into the doorway as to not be seen. They were heading into Ike's quarters, which were at the very end of that hall. Ike then picked Soren up like it was their honeymoon and pounded the door open with his knee. Once they were inside, he shut it with his arse.

"Oooh! Scandalous!" ,Rhys cackled somewhat evilly with his hand in front of his mouth.

"What did you say…?" ,Oscar looked over, who was not paying much attention to the whole situation, but instead to the care of Kieran.

"Oh… ahem… nothing. Well, I suppose you can watch him can't you? You both are old buddies, so I would suppose so. I must go rest now, It's been a long day for me, good bye!" ,Rhys then excused himself from that room. Oscar's hand was left in the air after Rhys, but was given no choice to decline the offer. He slowly set it down again sighing, and looked over at his resting team mate. He wanted to stare at him, feeling safe because Kieran was too deep in sleep to look back and then make some remark like 'You like what you see? Ha, ha! You are just jealous rival!'

It could have been hours just sitting there watching Kieran snore, snuffle, groan from an itch on his nose, roll over in his sleep, and so fourth, but something caught Oscar's eye. At Kieran's feet laid a book with a feather tip sticking out from the middle of it. At first Oscar pondered this deja-vu, but it quickly caught onto him what book this was. He had lost it into Soren's hands and that's probably how it got there. He reached for it to recuperate were he left off. He started to flip the thin pages carefully, as not to damage or go past were he was before. Oscar then found a good place to catch were he had left off, and began to tangle himself into the writing again. This time though, the story had changes from that of the first pair to Ike and Soren. Oscar was slightly confused, but didn't mind it for instead he was gripped to the acts that took place within the plot line. Candlelight lit the silence as Oscar sat with serenity in the solemn night. Kieran peeped one eye open, watching Oscar read for a long quiet while, during this the lance bearer didn't even notice.

"I FEEL VIOLATED!" ,a screech came from the bed. Oscar once again was lit with surprise at the outrageous voice of Kieran's outburst. He looked over to see Kieran giving him a pouting bottom lip.

"YOU HARRASSED ME RIVAL!" ,he hollered somewhat astoundedly. Oscar drew back, pulling the book to his chest and holding it as a shield to his rapidly racing heart.

"Whatever do you mean?" ,Oscar asked with a quivered tone.

"You know what I mean! You felt up my firm physique! Did you try to see if you bested me in that area as well rival?" ,he bellowed as to teasingly scold, "You know my axe is probably way heftier than your wimpy little lance as well!"

Oscar gaped with uneasiness, for he knew Kieran didn't really mean their weapons.

"Well now that you seem alright, I'll be on my way…" ,Oscar then left briskly as to escape Kieran's strangely challenging pressure tonight. It was also indifferent that this was the first thing Kieran took notice of, not the fact that Oscar had beaten him violently.

Kieran watched as he left the room, tempted to yell back some kind of time and place for them to duke it out next, but then there was something that seemed to get Kieran's undivided attention on the chair Oscar had been sitting on next to him as he was resting. Kieran probably had Attention Defecate Disorder, as he didn't pay long attention to most things except his competitive curve with Oscar. Though, this was an acceptation, for in Soren's dull room there really wasn't much to entertain one self with. He reached over, feeling a ligament stretch too much in his back. He sat back quickly as he croaked in dislike of the pain, but was able to snatch the book in the process. Bringing it back to him, he rubbed the sore area and examined it's cover. It looked questionable to him, for he was a suspicious type of man, but he opened it anyways for his curiosity was also a perked thing as well. To his surprise it was not as juicy as he thought it would be from the fact that his rival was reading it. The romance really bored him as he was about to toss the book aside. Before he did though, he stopped his wrist in mid-thrust. He noticed a cup with a lid of ink, and looked over too see a feather within the book out of the corner of his eye. This gave him an idea.

"Ha! I shall make this book actually worth reading! Ike… Soren… I think I've heard those names before,… but whoever those guys are there is someone people probably would prefer way more to read about! And that person just happens to be Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon, Captain Kieran!"

Whew, that was a fun one. Lots of Kieran and Oscar there, but they just happened to fall under the circling situation of this chapter. Ah yes, I am a drawing artist too FlamingDoritos, so mentioning that made me want to draw it as well ha, ha. Thank you Legendary Armor for taking your time of day responding to my request of reading this fic. Sorry I couldn't get that Rolf has the hots for Rhys stuff in this chapter Ice Prince Marth, but next chapter I'll try to incorporate something with that ha, ha. All my reviews are truly appreciated, so thanks to all and look forward to the next chapter whatever awaits to happen in it. I don't even know yet…

Later: (Listening to Kyo Kara Maoh's Arigatou) (Gets distracted and starts to dance infront of computer without noticing) (See's uploader thing after song ends) It's now four in the morning... I should update this now... yeah that sounds like a pretty good idea...