Love is Psychotic

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, but I do own this plot.

A/N: To everyone who reviewed, put the story on favorite, or story alerted, I want to say thank you. It encourages me to write, truly it does. You guys rule. So, onwards to the story! (I hated writing this chapter.) As usual, unedited. I'll go over it later. Right now, I'm too busy.

Wednesday-Week two

The next morning at 7:00 a.m. Micaiah immediately sensed that she was alone. Though he had told her that he would be at work, she still felt some disappointment that Ike wasn't there.

After finding a note from the blunette, she found her spirits lifting considerably.

Micaiah,

My shift at the 'Goldoa Star' are from 4:30 a.m. to 12:00 p.m., and I'll be back right away this time after I'm done. So . . . Yeah. I'll bring take-out too. Uh, help yourself to the art cabinet, or just about anything that doesn't come from my room. So, I guess I've been rambling . . . Have fun! See you later.

-Ike

The silveret chuckled lightly; who would have thought that someone could write a letter that portrays them as feeling awkward? Micaiah smiled before setting the paper down.

A thought hit her, what was 'Goldoa Star'? She remembered the computer still set up from Saturday and set about turning it on. While it was loading, she walked into the kitchen to make two slices of buttered toast.

The bread popped out of the toaster and she poured a glass of milk, when the silveret reentered the living room, the computer had loaded.

Setting down the cup and one of the bread slices she clicked the 'guest' user and waited, munching on the toast in her hand. After the opening music played, she clicked 'internet' and went to a search engine.

"Hmm, Goldoa Star . . ." The engine loaded and five results popped up. "The main club site, the Goldoa Star menu . . . Job openings . . . About the owner . . . Popular music played." So it was a club.

Might as well try the first result. A fancy website popped up, mostly the color scheme was black and silver, bordering on white.

"Someone knows how to make a professional site . . ." Micaiah murmured, she glanced at the links. It seemed everyone who worked there was really involved with the job. There were profiles for the employees. Curious as to what job Ike had there, the silveret clicked on the link and waited patiently as it loaded.

There were a list of names . . .

Kurthnaga Ire, Owner of the Club

Ena Renewal, Owner's Secretary

Soren Ire, Son of owner, Manager

Saleh Pelyn, Main cook

. . . The list went on with the main managers of each division, then Ike's name showed up.

Stefan Katti, Bartender

Ike Urvan, Security team

Lute Caliber, Waitress

Micaiah nodded, she could see him on security; well, more so than a host or waiter. After clicking on his link, she started on the other piece of toast, humming lightly to herself.

The profile was done in silver and a deep azure, Micaiah blinked at the scheme cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. It made her think of their hair colors, after a heart leap, she shook her head, "Stop thinking like that, you idiot . . ." she sighed, moving the mouse to click out of the internet. Turning off the computer, Micaiah stood and stretched.

"I wonder where the art closet is . . .?"

In a café, on the outskirts of Sienne, a brunette was toying with a small locket, humming cheerfully. She clicked open the trinket to stare at the picture . . . Said brunette and a greenette were smiling at the camera, holding hands and looking extremely happy. A bright smile crept onto the present-day female of the picture and she gave a small laugh.

"Mist?" the greenette from the picture was standing next to the table, looking rather nervous, "Are you . . . Okay?"

The girl looked up, raising a brow, "Nope, I smile when I'm angry, remember?"

Boyd smirked and sighed, sitting down next to Mist when she scooted over, "Right, forgot about that . . . Some fiancé I am." the greenette had a slight hesitation in his voice, as if unsure that they were actually engaged.

Mist smiled up at the ceiling fan above her, "I can't believe we're going to get married."

"Neither can I . . ." Boyd trailed off, "You know, I'm a bit worried."

"About what?"

"If I can get past your brother alive."

Mist giggled, "Don't worry, I'll talk to him."

"Yeah, that's really going to help." Boyd murmured.

"Don't be wimp!" a voice shouted from their left, Ross Reaver, Boyd's cousin appeared on the scene, "That's not the cousin I know!" he plopped down into the seat, grinning at the couple across from him.

"Hey, Ross, you've never faced and angry Ike before." Boyd glared at his cousin, crossing his arms.

The younger man flinched, "Can't be much worse than facing you on a bad day."

"What was that?"

"N-nothing." Ross broke away from the greenette's heated glare.

"Oy, Triad, leave the poor kid alone." Gerik Ragnell, Mist's cousin, stepped up to the table, four drinks in his hands

"Don't call me a kid! I'm all grown up." Ross spoke up indignantly.

"Right . . . That's depressing. Whatever do you see in him, Gerik?" Mist questioned her older cousin.

"I have no idea." the tall man shrugged, setting down the respective drinks in front of each young adult.

"Hey . . ."

"Yeah," Boyd shrugged, "I mean, he's not smart . . . At all."

"Hey!"

"He's not handsome." Mist pointed out.

"Hey!!"

"Or cute even." Boyd gave Ross a searching glance, "In fact . . ."

"HEY!" The black haired young adult was fuming, glaring at all others at the table, "You guys are jerks! I'll have you know, I'm a star football player!"

"Ah, Ross, when will you learn . . ." Mist said sagely, "Brains before brawn."

"If you weren't a girl I would hit you." Ross replied heatedly, "Speaking of which." the male stood up, leaning over the table, nearly knocking over Gerik's drink before slugging his cousin across the shoulder.

"OW, freaking Ashera. You brute!" Boyd rubbed his arm gingerly, trying to kill his cousin with his eyes. Gerik gave a merry laugh, Mist's tinkling giggle joining in a few seconds later. "It's not funny, you two!"

"Heh," Gerik chortled, "That's what I see in you." he gave Ross a one-armed hug before going back to drinking his beverage.

"Gee, thanks." the other man said sarcastically. "So . . . What did everyone else get?" he showed off the mocha shake he had ordered.

"Italian cream soda . . . Coconut." Mist said dreamily, taking a sip of said drink.

"Vanilla bean coffee." Boyd just shrugged at their raised brows.

"Black coffee." Gerik stated.

"Gross." Ross said in repulsion.

"I second that." Mist gave the cup in Gerik's hands a disgusted glance.

"Knowing how you drink it . . . I'm inclined to agree, Ger-bear." Boyd nodded his head, looking a bit uncomfortable with the looks directed towards him afterwards.

"Did you just call me Ger-Bear??" Gerik gave the other greenette an astounded look.

"Yes?"

Ross snorted, Gerik smirked and Mist burst out laughing.

"That's so cute, darling!"

"Shut up."

Micaiah bit her tongue as she continued to model the piece of clay in front of her; what it was supposed to be, the silveret didn't know.

It was almost 12:30, and she had started 'creating' something out of the clay about two hours ago. So, the fact that she still didn't know what her 'creation' was, was a bit sad.

"It could be . . . An alien." Micaiah said to herself, the form did indeed have a human-like shape, yet, it was a little disfigured. And the face, if you could call it that, was a bit contorted. So . . . Alien it was.

Twenty minutes passed, the clock showed that it was 12:44 p.m., Micaiah stood and backed away from her 'artwork', raising an eyebrow at the sight.

"Huh . . ." Just at that moment, the front-door opened and Micaiah turned to see Ike stepping into the living room with a bag of take-out food.

"'Huh' what?" Ike walked over to her, bag in hand and stopped right in front of her, looking behind her.

"Um . . ."

After a moment of staring at the figurine, Ike bit his lip, looking pained for a moment, "Uh, heh, what . . . What is that?" Micaiah tried to hold back a scowl when she figured out that he was trying to hold back laughter.

"It's . . . An alien."

Ike snorted, "Eheheh, wow, you did a real good job on that." Micaiah glared heatedly at him, and the blunette tried to control his humored expression.

"It's not funny, you jerk." the silveret did scowl then.

"Ahaha, n-no, you're right. Sorry." Ike snorted again. This time, Micaiah's anger melted slightly and she fought to keep herself in bad spirits.

But when Ike started to full out laugh, the anger dissolved and Micaiah joined in.

She wasn't sure why she was laughing so much at the scenario, it wasn't even that funny. Yet, it felt great to laugh . . . Their different tones seemed to match together and ring in harmony. A little overly poetic, but that was the only way she could describe it.

After the mirth had subsided, Micaiah noted that that was the first time they had ever truly laughed together.

Sure they had chuckled together in this last week . . . But never before to that extent. It just seemed to prove that they had become friends. Micaiah stared ahead of her at Ike, who was catching his breath, his usually stony face was alive with happiness, and her heart skipped a beat.

The silveret had never seen him in this light before, and it made her stomach flutter. What scared her was the fact that even though she had had a crush on Sothe since . . . Forever, it had never been as strong as what she felt for Ike now. And it had only developed for one week! Her heavy breathing had stopped and the silveret didn't even realize she was staring at him when he spoke.

"Are you okay?" he had an odd look on his face, and for the life of her, Micaiah couldn't decipher it. It was just like at the diner on Sunday.

Micaiah sighed, "Yeah, sure." she noted the disappointed look on his face and tried to be more convincing; adopting a cheerful smile. To her astonishment, he saw through her façade and just gave his own sigh.

He set the bag of food on the unoccupied space on the table and took out two containers, opening them and serving them out.

Micaiah's mouth watered at the smell of battered mushrooms and fried goods, "Wow, that smells heavenly . . ." lowering herself into a chair she stared at the food in front of her.

"Um, I didn't know what you wanted so, I guessed. Patty melt?"

The silveret gave a smile and nodded happily, "Onions?"

"Yup."

"Perfect."

"Perfect? I'm flattered."

"What are you having?" Micaiah asked casually.

"Shrimp basket."

"Really? That would be my second choice." Micaiah grinned, immediately noting the brightening of spirits from the blunette.

"Want a few?"

Micaiah smiled lightly, "Well, you have to take a bite out of my sandwich then."

Ike sighed, "Alright, I guess that's fair. Let me get a knife." he made to stand but Micaiah shook her head.

"Just take a bite out of it." Micaiah said in exasperation. She didn't notice the light coloring of his cheeks as he took the patty melt out of her hands.

"Alright . . ." he motioned for her to take some shrimp, "Pretty good."

"Good," Micaiah popped a shrimp into her mouth, "Hmm, same here." They ate in silence for a few minutes. "So . . . This is what the 'Goldoa Star' sells for food?"

"No, it's a lot more fancy there. I just picked this up at a more casual store." Ike shrugged, taking a bite out of a battered mushroom.

"Ah, so . . . You work at a club?"

"Yup. Security."

"I know, I looked it up on the internet."

Ike blinked, "Really? You found it that important?"

"Well . . . Yeah, you work there." Ike stopped mid-bite and Micaiah blushed furiously. "Never mind."

"Oh?"

"Yes." Micaiah looked uncomfortable, and Ike had that unreadable look on his face again. "So, um, good lunch."

"Good."

"Good . . ."

Now Ike looked awkward, "So, uh." he finished up his meal and stood, "I'm going to take a shower . . . Feel free to . . . Do something." he looked a bit lost as to what he should say. "Movie . . . More clay-modeling."

Micaiah gave a nervous giggle, "Yeah . . . Ashera knows I need more practice at it."

"I wouldn't say that, you're really good at buildings."

"Not human-like people though."

"No, you're really good!" Ike dodged a french-fry, catching it in his hand, and laughed, "Sorry!" he entered the kitchen, throwing back the potato-product.

When he stepped back out, Micaiah muttered a quick 'jerk' before throwing another fry. She had already rushed into the kitchen with the trash before he could respond.

A/N: Why did I stop right there?? I don't know. Sorry! But this whole chapter was kind of pointless anyways. Well . . . I introduced 'Goldoa Star'! Yes there will be more about that. But don't ask, I will not give spoilers.

Wait, this is actually going somewhere?! Of course, there will be some kind of rising action. I think. Anyways, so you heard about Boyd and Mist's engagement. Gerik and Ross's relationship (sorry, slash), Soren is in the story, as is Stefan . . . There will be a whole bunch of characters in the Club actually.

So . . . Yeah.

Thank you all for all of your support. I'll be sure to update soon (I think). :)