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Chapter 7

Strong is an Army Side by Side

-A Pointless Side Job-

Sigh, damn him for his righteousness.

Chrom had elected to go out of their way to save a village from bandits. Very time consuming. Non practical. Synonyms for bad.

I never swore allegiance to him…but what is it worth if only I leave? Gah! I hate noble nobles!

Small town. Few bandits. Quick work. Boring!

Vincent pulled out his newly acquired Elfire tome. Although it wasn't shiny, it was still very powerful.

Focus Vincent.

Chrom had gone with Sully to find out if the bandits were going to flee with the Shepherds declaring themselves.

Is there something going on between those two? …Fuck it. Honestly, I don't care. Makes me feel lonely.

Stop that blasphemy! A tactician can't get close to any soldiers. we can die any given day.

Depressing but logical outlook. As usual.

C'mon! Deal with it!

Dammit! Three voices again.

Hang on…let me try this!

Voice two: What did you do?

Voice three: I feel different.

Voice one: Now we can tell who's talking when all three of us are talking…thinking

Voice two: Who in their right mind has three inner voices?

Voice three: An insane lunatic

Voice two: Insane people aren't in their right mind.

Voice one: You do realize you just insulted yourself?

Vincent wrenched himself out of what undoubtedly an interesting debate. It was battle time.

Twenty minutes later…

"That had to be the easiest fight yet Chrom. They were pathetic!" Vincent sated with affirmation. Chrom nodded with a small smile and went his own way in their campsite.

Tralalala…!

Vincent walked to his tent. And found Ricken standing outside.

Vincent stood there thinking of any logical conclusion Ricken was there. He came up with none.

"Hey! Vincent, can I ask you a question?" Ricken asked.

"You just did," Vincent said mechanically.

"Wait, what?"

"Another question. Hurry it, I don't have all day," Vincent smirked to show he was joking.

Ricken took a short breath, "I was wondering if you could teach me about magic?"

…The hell? Doesn't he know I know nothing about magic?

"Sorry Kid, I don't know enough. You know more than me," Vincent said dismissively.

"But you're so powerful! I mean, I saw what you did while I rescued Maribelle. That was fancy!" Ricken said eagerly.

"…Really? I had no idea what I was doing that time. Improvising is the best way to win."

Ricken was determined to get something from this discussion, "But surely you have some advice?"

Vincent laughed, "All I got is kill or be killed. That's the only advice that's truly worth a damn on the battlefield."

Ricken seemed downcast, "How…how do you manage to live with yourself after killing so many people?"

Vincent eyed Kid, "I am not the one you want to give you lessons on morality. Ask Maribelle or someone." He almost said Miss Noble Princess. He had to watch himself.

Kid muttered something and blushed faintly. That was not missed by Vincent, "That's an order."

Kid left, whether he was excited to talk to the woman he had eyes on or hating Vincent for making him do this. Didn't matter. Didn't care.

-A not quite so Pointless Side Job-

Gods Chrom! Can't we stay on track for more than a few days?

They were going to save yet another village. Huzzah…

If Ylisse is destroyed by Plegians, Chrom is so getting the blame!

And it was snowy here. Snow equals evil. Evil equals bad. Bad equals not nice. Not nice equals bandits. Bandits equal gold. Snow equals gold.

Amazing logic displayed.

Vincent was warming himself with a fireball and moving with Kid and Maribelle to the village to protect it. Vincent purposely brought along those two so they could, ah…get to know each other better.

At first he followed the conversation. But then it turned to tea and he promptly ignored it.

Ugh, the things I do for Kid

This is the only thing you've done for Kid

They reached the village. And was Vincent surprised. Perhaps fate would be kind to him after all!

The red haired merchant who was at Ferox was protecting the village, sword in hand.

Looks like I'll get to talk to the pretty merchant after all! Huzzah!

Vincent and co. walked over to the merchant. "You two, pair up and stick together when fighting," he ordered.

He turned and faced the red haired lady, "Why hello miss, a pleasure it is to be in your company."

She giggled. And a bandit interrupted the conversation. Vincent torched him with a fireball.

Back to important things.

"Would you grace me with your name? Or better yet your company?" Vincent said smiling.

"That depends, will you pay for it?" she said smiling as well.

"Hey! You two! Stop flirting and get back to work!" Maribelle shouted and then went back to flirting with Ricken.

"Oi! I haven't even gotten her name yet!"

"It's Anna. I'll give you that one free of charge," Anna said playfully.

Vincent turned away from Maribelle, "Are you saying you would have charged me gold for that?"

"Of course! Nothing is free in life."

"…I seriously doubt that. What about a hello? That's free," Vincent said.

"Mmm, maybe," she winked playfully.

Bandits arrived. He, Anna and the rest of the co. defeated them.

They finished up quite smoothly, Chrom went to see if the villagers were okay. Vincent stayed behind to say good bye to Anna.

"Have fun selling and making money. Don't know what you'll use it all for, but have fun anyway," Vincent said, sorry to see her go.

"Selling things IS fun. So is gold. Take care!...of your money," she called back.

He watched as she vanished on the horizon.

What an entertaining person to talk to.

-A Useful Job-

"Hello handsome, am I being rescued?" Anna said to Vincent as he rushed in to aid her from the bandit onslaught.

"Rescued again it seems," Vincent said out of breath.

"Again? I'm pretty sure this is our first time meeting," Anna said positively.

"Huh?" Vincent said, "But I was speaking to you not two days ago in a similar situation! How do you not remember me?"

"Oh! You must have met one of my sisters! That makes sense, the family resemblance is very strong,"

"…Strong? You're identical?"

"Yep!"

"Family gatherings must be terrible, or really fun," Vincent began to grin.

The battle was wrapped up quickly. And it seemed like it was time to say good bye to yet another beautiful red haired merchant.

"So you're going then?" Vincent said keeping his disappointment out of his voice.

"Things to sell, gold to earn. I'm sure you understand," Anna said cheerfully.

I have an ideaaaaaaa!

"You could come with us, we're fighting a war. War is a merchant's delight, yes?" Vincent played his best card in this figurative game.

Anna stopped moving. He could swear he saw gold coins in her eyes.

"Sign me up!" she said, "Wanna give me a tour of the place?"

"My dear, it would be my utmost pleasure…"

Author Notes: Its relationship building time! Yippee! Huzzah!

Yes, Vincent used Sain's lines back there. Sain is a genius with women, so it only makes sense.

Beat FE4! Now onto 12! Huzzah!

Alrighty, school starts tomorrow. Fun…NOT! Anyway, update schedule could get skewed randomly. Be patient, I'll get up a chpt a week at least. Sanity should finish by the end of the year, if not then, my birthday, which is in January.

Last, this was not betad, my beta reader is DWCS (Dealing With College Shit) so I felt no need to trouble her with my trivial problems. Hope you all laughed at my voices, more of them next chpt!

"Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands!"

-Auron, FFX