Love is Psychotic
Disclaimer: Nope, Fire Emblem is not mine.
Tuesday-Week Two
Micaiah ignored the ever-going pleas from Ike, the pleas of her at least coming out of her locked room to listen to his part of the whole 'problem'. But the silveret was unrelenting in her silence and isolation.
Yesterday, Aimee had delivered one of the most disturbing and crushing statements Micaiah had ever heard. Ike was taken, by the worst, most sickening women on the face of the earth. This whole experience had just awoken Micaiah to see that she truly wanted to be with the man.
Of course, now it was too late.
After the elevator had shut in Ike's face, Micaiah leaned up against the back of the lowering structure, weariness washing over her. It had been such a wonderful day. Now this had to come up. The silveret had left the building to just walk aimlessly for a few hours, only stopping when a very worried Ike drove by her in his car.
She agreed to go back home- no, back to Ike's apartment, but whenever he tried to explain the situation with Aimee, the silveret would cut him off. When they arrived h- at Ike's apartment, Micaiah immediately went to her room and locked herself in. Ignoring the older man's requests to listen.
She stayed in there all night, just listening to Ike outside of her room, watching T.V, doing dishes, or just cleaning, he even let out an occasional frustrated yell. Micaiah eventually fell asleep, still sitting up and hugging a pillow to her chest.
The next morning, she had to ease her stiff back from the wall, moaning a bit in pain. There had been a knock on the door and another request from Ike, which was ignored, before Micaiah fell back into her awake-coma.
It seemed like hours later before Ike tried again, the knock was actually hard enough to make the door rattle.
"Micaiah, damn it, please hear me out!" his voice was frustrated and strained, but the silveret's only sign of indecisiveness was a slight biting of her lip, otherwise she kept to being silent. The blunette growled loudly enough for Micaiah to hear, and before she could even look up, there was the noise of a key entering a lock.
Golden-brown eyes widening, Micaiah jumped up just as the door slammed open, Ike stepped in, frustration surrounding him like a tangible veil.
"Listen to me, please, that's all I ask." his azure eyes were pained and Micaiah felt a slight ache in her heart.
"Are you dating Aimee?" Micaiah asked dully before anymore words could come out of his mouth.
"No." Ike said immediately.
"Then what was all that about?!" Micaiah hissed, and they both knew what she meant, even with the vague sentence.
The blunette sighed, "A while back, Aimee helped me through a few rough patches in my life. Items stolen, a shortage in my money . . . So she helped me with replacing all of that. When I asked her what she would want in return, the woman said 'just a few innocent dates'. Well, I thought it was perfectly harmless; of course, now we both know that's not true." he paused, searching Micaiah's eyes for any emotion.
"Go on . . ." Micaiah answered his unspoken question, Ike slowly lowered himself onto the bed next to the silveret.
"We went out to the movies, and out for dinner . . . Things like that, I meant nothing serious about it, and thought that Aimee understood that too. But apparently, she has issues with reality." Ike ended his explanation there.
"So, you guys did a few friendly dates, and she thought that meant you were going out." Micaiah sighed, "Why did she say those things to me then?"
"Aimee's suspicious of us, seeing as you're sleeping in my apartment and all. For all she knows, we could be sleeping together," the silveret's cheeks lit up in a bright, red color, "So, you're a threat."
"So, she believes you two are going out, but if you were to 'cheat' on her with me, all the blame would fall on me?" Micaiah was dubious.
"Issues with reality." Ike repeated, scratching his and rolling his eyes. "Any ways, what I'm try to say is; I'm not dating her, and I truly am sorry she said those things to you." he stared into the silveret's eyes, intense honesty shining through the azure color.
Micaiah sighed, "I understand. I forgive you, but not her."
"I wasn't asking you to." Ike smiled lightly, but it faded as soon as it came, "I was wondering . . . Would you like to go out for dinner again, on Thursday?"
The silver-haired beauty blinked in surprise, "Alright."
He looked relieved, "I'm glad you want to. Sorry it couldn't be tomorrow, I have work to go to."
"It's no problem. I kind of want to have some 'me' time anyways. You know, get my thoughts together." Micaiah assured him.
"You're not going to confront Aimee are you? I have complete sureness that you could beat her any day." a grin spread on his face, it could almost be described as . . . Adoring. But that was ridiculous, right?
"No, don't worry, I just want to catch up on my history . . . I've gone almost three days without it," Micaiah giggled, "A new record for me."
"Hah, you beat my record by two days." Ike winked before standing from his spot beside Micaiah. "I was also wondering if you would like to watch a movie with me?"
"Alright . . ." Micaiah faked disappointment, "If you insist . . . Though there's about ten-thousand other things I'd rather do." she joked around, glancing at Ike out of the corner of her eye.
"You're a brat." Ike gave a fake scowl.
"And you're annoying."
"Whatever. Do you want popcorn?"
"Wow, your attention span sucks!"
"Shut up, do you want popcorn or not?"
Micaiah giggled, "Alright, sounds good."
"I'll get that started, pick out a movie."
"Don't boss me around."
"Don't push your luck, Thani." Ike growled, mocking anger.
"Don't push your luck, Urvan." Micaiah tried to sound threatening.
"Heh, stop being cute." Ike left a spluttering Micaiah behind, leaving the room and walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.
"Cute . . .?"
The climate in Carcino was oddly cold, even in the summer, and despite the location. Out in the desert. The grave in front of the two young adults only made the atmosphere even chillier.
On the headstone was the name Muarim Rend, 3/6/86 - 3/6/02, loving boyfriend and son. Vika had her gaze locked onto the words, Zihark stared at her from afar, sighing slightly.
Stepping forward, the black-haired woman set down a handful of lilies before the grave uttering a simple, "Goodbye, Muarim." before turning and walking away.
Zihark Vague walked after her, nodding his own respects to the burial place.
At the car, Vika stopped short, and her shoulders started to shake, Zihark's eyes widened, and before he knew what was happening, the woman was in his arms, crying into his shoulder.
They didn't exchange words, but it wasn't necessary anyways. They would be together after this, ready to offer silent comfort and company.
Micaiah sat back into the couch, moving her legs towards her so she could rest her head on her knees. From her seat she could see through the doorway, but Ike was near the microwave, which was not in visible sight from the archway.
The silveret had made a quick movie choice, and was currently waiting for Ike to bring in the snack.
After a final beep, the third one, Ike stepped out into the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn. He looked a bit confused, "Hey, what do you think, 'strawberry popcorn'?"
Micaiah blinked and glanced over at Ike, silver-brows raising, "What?"
"Strawberry popcorn."
"That's . . . Odd."
"Yeah, my mom sent it to me. I've been a bit afraid to touch it, I mean, come on, strawberry? I'd rather stick to cheese or extra-buttered . . ." Ike muttered.
"It's worth a try, hm?"
"I suppose." Ike walked closer, handing the bowl to Micaiah to hold, "So what are we watching?"
"Beauty and the Beast?" Micaiah asked meekly.
"Beauty and the Beast." Ike raised a blue eyebrow in her direction.
"The musical version!" that annoying brow didn't go down, "What, can't I keep a few of my loves from childhood with me?!"
Ike laughed, a deep, rich sound, "Of course, I was just joking around with you." he paused, pushing the close button on the side of the DVD player, "I myself, have an ever going love for 'Barbie and the Nutcracker'."
Micaiah choked and started laughing heavily, "W-what?!"
"Hey now, you be nice, you're watching 'Beauty and the Beast'!" Ike said sternly, sitting down on the fluffy couch.
Micaiah tried to stop her giggles, "You like a Barbie movie!"
"Blame Mist." Ike muttered sourly.
Micaiah 'awed' and leaned towards Ike, "Ooh, how cute, watching movies with your little sister, that's so adorable!" the silveret cooed, then went as far as pinching Ike's cheek, which she was proud to say was a little more colored than usual.
"Kindly shut your mouth? The movies starting." Ike growled.
"Sorry, Ike!" though her tone was anything but.
"Whatever." they were silent for a bit, then Ike turned to her from the slowly starting movie, "So did you try the popcorn?"
"Hm?" Micaiah looked over at him, "No, I haven't . . . I'm actually kind of afraid too."
Ike smirked, "Here, I'll take a little, and you take a little, then we can try it together." at Micaiah's nod, Ike grabbed a small handful of the pink popcorn. The silveret did likewise.
"On the count of three we'll charge into fate, huh?" Micaiah joked. Ike just grinned, "Okay, one, two, three!" They put their heads up and stuffed a hand of popcorn into their mouths.
Micaiah blinked and chewed thoughtfully, beside her, Ike was doing the same. They shared an incredulous glance. Still savoring the different, yet tasty flavor.
"Your mom has great taste."
"Definitely."
A/N: So, I think this was one of my shortest chapters. I'd love some feedback on it, because I'm not sure I cleared all that happened up with Aimee. By the way, un-betaed. I'm also horrible at checking over my own work, so . . . Yeah. Oh! Some ZiharkXVika! Er, don't expect too much more of that pairing. I don't really support it. Anyways, until next time!
Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers, I love you!!!
Edit: Fixed the previous format. To anyone who first saw the chapter.
