Spar four: Don't get too close…
Summary: Because Aimee was getting too close for her own good.
A/N: All Ike/Mia shippers knew in our hearts this had to happen eventually.

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Mia snapped one of Rhys' old staffs she was using as a training sword in half, glaring in Ike's direction. Rhys gulped.
"…er…why are you glaring at Ike?"
"Not. Him." She hissed. Aimee was practically holding onto his leg.
…oh, wait, she was. Ike was trying to shake her off. Mia growled.
"…who does she think she is?"
Rhys started healing himself* and sighed. "Looks like someone's a little jealous…"
Mia blushed. "I'm not jealous!"
She made out distant cries.
"IKE! MARRY MEE!"
"IF I SAY YES WILL YOU SHUT UP?"
"YOU SAID YES! YAY!"
Rhys gulped. "…Mia…don't overreact… remain calm…"
She was already gone. Rhys sighed and fished out a heal staff, before throwing it away. Not good enough. Mend? Still not good enough, while…yes…
He pulled out a Recover staff and headed after Mia. He was going to have to heal Aimee once she was done with her.

Mia dashed towards an Aimee who was now trying to kiss Ike.
She punched her in the face hard enough to send her flying into a nearby tent. Said nearby tent contained Boyd and, unfortunately for Boyd, Mist.
Even more unfortunately for Boyd, the cheap fabric ripped and revealed them in an awkward position.
Ike's temper snapped like a twix bar and he lunged for Boyd, not noticing the catfight going on near him. Mia ended up hammering Aimee's face into the ground multiple times.
"STAY. AWAY. FROM. MY. IKE!"
Once Aimee was beyond recognition, she turned praying he didn't hear that part.
He wasn't, he was too busy beating the crap out of Boyd. Mia sighed.
'…guess I'm lucky in some things...even if love isn't one of them.'
Aimee groaned. Mia drove a boot into her gut.

*A/N: WHY CAN'T YOU DO THAT IN THE GAMES? IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE TO BE ABLE TO!