DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fire Emblem, but this stuff is fun
Lol guys sorry for never updating
But here's an epic oneshot for you all
I should be writing more from now on. I promissse
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Story Number Ten- Gatrie's Beloved
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Shinon was amused.
It had been the dead of night when they left the tavern laughing and drunk, as they sometimes did. Shinon had waved goodbye to Gatrie, who seemed to be in some sort of rush to get somewhere special. Actually, he had mentioned such a thing, and snuck away thusly.
Though it was always known Shinon could hold his liquor better than Gatrie could, the sniper had never predicted anything like this to happen. It was a rather perplexing surprise. Shinon was rarely ever surprised at all in his life, especially considering all the things he'd seen. Sure, he had been caught off-guard around three years ago when Ike was made commander of the mercenary company, something Shinon still didn't think the whelp deserved. Hell, he even became a general for a stint of time. He never understood that. With a good aim and a clean shot, Shinon believed he could still take Ike out in milliseconds, horrendously giant muscles or not. He took his mind off of it quickly, and, rather, fixed his mind on this instead.
This had been the best prank anyone like him could concoct in his very mind. Sure, after a while it became a little creepy to any other bystanders, but not to Shinon. Shinon was utterly entertained with it, as could be expected. The man loved torturing people when he was bored and inebriated- the worst possible combination. It was his character, after all. If he didn't do what he did, he'd be taken for dead.
He continued watching Gatrie weaving through the forest behind the mercenary fort. The moon- a waxing one, not quite full, but wider than a crescent- was shining dimly through the trees, allowing for at least enough light to view the show. The sky almost seemed like it was ready to be painted in some sort of scene, in a sense. A dramatic painting. Shinon was never too enthralled in those.
The knight, sans the armor, stopped short at a particular area, and kneeled down as if praying. He had halted his drunken journey through the woods at a rather peculiar-looking tree; there had been something frilly and somewhat pinkish- maybe a mauve, in actuality- around the center of the trunk. He should've known what color it was. The red-haired man had put it there in the first place.
Shinon inched closer, as not to be seen or heard, not like he would. But Shinon was cautious- that, too, was the makings of his character.
However, and to his dismay, it was nessecary that he approach nearer to his intoxicated friend- even with his acute hearing range, whatever had been taking place some feet away from him was still rather inaudible. The blinding darkness didn't help much, either. Not like it usually mattered much to Shinon, since he had hunted all of his life and in these seemingly-impossible conditions; even worse ones. This time had just been different, somehow. It was a completely different situation, an all-new scenario. That, and he was intoxicated- the sniper had blamed it mostly on the alcohol. Shinon ran a hand through his thin ponytail- it kept his confidence up in certain times- and crept up quietly through the thickets.
Finally, he thought. I can hear now. And thus he listened intently, stooping down in a comfortable position. He fervently hoped whatever leaves were brushing against the side of his face weren't poison ivy. They probably weren't.
"My lovely," he could hear Gatrie saying, and Shinon had snickered at this, "How I wish to be close to you for evermore.." Shinon scooted just a bit further into the shrubbery.
"No one would understand... would they?" The knight continued, "That I'm human... and you're not? It doesn't matter... because I finally have a girl..."
What happened next Shinon couldn't recall. It might've been the drinks, since he could remember blacking out for a very brief moment, and was dizzy afterwards. The skilled marksman tried to regain his balance. He prayed ardently to the Goddess he actually didn't care too much about that he wouldn't pass out at that moment. This was too good to miss, too good, too good...
... His sight returned eventually. It could've taken about a few seconds to fifteen minutes, he was unsure. He surmised it hadn't been too lengthy a moment of time, since his knight friend in loose clothing was still there--
-- part of his clothing was missing--
-- What was he doing? --
-- Shinon's cloudy eyes widened. He certainly didn't assume it'd go this far--
-- He was now naked--
-- The red-haired man had to laugh, he had to he had to, but this was all getting so, so strange, he didn't know the failure-womanizer was that drunk, he started to feel bad, but then that wouldn't have been him because he was Shinon the arrogant ass and an obnoxious, roaring laughter escaped him like a monster escaping a dungeon and Gatire had heard--
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The morning felt like a wyvern had rammed into his stomach. The very instant Shinon had awakened, he vomited into the dewed grass next to him, and he lie his head back down. The man had wondered why the rest of the mercenaries hadn't been searching for him yet until he realized it had still been a very early dawn, and this had happened before. Well, the tavern-all-night thing, not the other thing--
Shinon's mind sparked as he realized what had happened the night before, and the instant he did, he was awakened fully by a violent shaking. Somebody was jerking him awake, and it wasn't until after his stuffed ears could comprehend whose voice it was that he actually realized who it was.
"Shinon! Shinon, wake up!" He heard Gatire shouting as Shinon's mind was knocked back into place. He groaned loudly.
"What the hell is it that you..." He stopped there, whatever else he was about to say had trailed off. He was interrupted immediately afterwards, so it wouldn't have meant anything anyway.
"Tell me! What did I do last night?! My clothes were off! And there was a tree! With a skirt!" Gatrie's look of horror on his face was priceless, and Shinon couldn't help it.
Snickering horribly, Shinon had replied, "Come on, Gatrie. Less return before they start a search party."
"But you didn't answer my question... !"
Needless to say, Gatrie's confused and desperate questions left Shinon in an uncontrollable fit of snorting laughter the whole way back.
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