Love is Psychotic
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem.
A/N: So, update . . . Not much to say. Unedited . . . Anyways, onto the story!
Thursday-Week two
Micaiah realized that this was the day of her second 'date' with Ike, and she didn't know what to think. They weren't dating . . . And yet, he was taking her out to eat, again.
Did she want to go out with him?
The silveret had no idea. But it did put a smile on her face when she woke up to the fact that Ike was taking her out to dinner. Last night, the tense air had cleared a little, and she was eager to just have a fun day.
They had just eaten breakfast when Ike asked offhandedly if Micaiah wanted to go into Sienne with his sister and some other friends.
"Sienne?! Definitely, it's one of the largest cities in Tellius!" the silveret answered excitedly.
"You've never been to Sienne?" Ike asked in amazement.
"I know, it's surprising isn't it?" Micaiah looked a little embarrassed, "My dad doesn't want me going . . . He's always too busy to take me there, and apparently I need supervision, dad's never trusted my friends though . . . Sothe never 'had time' to take me with him." throughout her explanation, Micaiah had a look of distaste and irritation at being treated like a child.
"Yet you're going to go with me?"
The silveret bit her lip, "He doesn't have to know?" she asked hopefully.
Ike's lips twitched and she could tell he was fighting back a smile, "Alright, I'll keep my lips sealed."
"Thanks." the silveret paused, "So what's the plan exactly?"
Ike cleared his throat, "You and I will pick up a small breakfast for on the way to Sienne, and then we'll meet up with Mist and Boyd at the mall. Afterwards, I'll bring you back to eat dinner, like I promised."
Micaiah smiled lightly, "Okay, I'm going to get ready then." she stood up from the couch they had been sitting on and stepped out of the living room.
Ten minutes later, the silveret deemed herself presentable, garbed in jeans and a blouse, and stepped into the hallway and back out to the living room.
Ike looked up, a questioning expression on his face, "Need something?"
Micaiah rose a brow, "Your attention span really does suck . . . Did you already forget Sienne?" the silveret bit back a giggle.
"Shut up . . . I just thought . . . It's only been ten minutes, Mist usually takes an hour to get ready!"
"That's just one person, you can't go basing every girl you meet off of Mist!"
"My mom takes an hour, Marcia takes two, even Eirika takes half an hour!" Ike said to his defense.
Micaiah bit her lip worriedly, "D-do you think I should take longer," the silveret glanced down at herself, "Do I look okay?" her voice was panicky.
Ike stood up from the dinner table quickly and strode over to Micaiah, "You look just fine, really! Really beautiful." he added hesitantly but firmly. The silver-haired beauty stopped fussing and looked up at Ike, an incredulous look on her face, a small flush on her cheeks. His eyes widened slightly and he stepped away, scratching his head sheepishly, "Let's get going!" he said in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
Before Micaiah could question him further, he was brushing past her, grabbing his wallet and car keys from the coat rack and opening the front door. The silveret grabbed her own money and phone before walking out after him, stunned into silence.
Beautiful?
A cool breeze blew through the warm summer day, lightly ruffling Marcia Seraph's hair, making the pink-haired female sigh.
The wedding had turned out beautifully, and Marcia stared out from her spot on the hood of her car, watching guests slowly leave the ceremony. The female still wore her bridesmaids dress, the white and red silk splayed across the silver of the vehicle.
Despite all of the joyfulness happening around her, Marcia could only dully stare ahead, toying with a strand of ribbon from her dress. In the distance, Gilliam had picked up Syrene, twirling her around once, a rare moment of playfulness coming from the usually stoic man. Franz and Amelia Cavalier were congratulating the newlyweds before they could disappear in the limo that would drive to their honeymoon location.
Marcia couldn't watch anymore, instead she looked over to where Janaff was currently being mauled by a horde of fan girls, Shinon trying to fight them away with a tree branch. Usually something like that would make the lively girl laugh out loud, but not today.
Moving on, she saw him . . . Gatrie was helping to put away the chairs and tables that had been set up for the outdoors wedding, even when he was wearing the expensive, black tuxedo. Marcia should have been angry at him for taking such a risk, having bought the suit, but she couldn't let herself.
Letting out a sigh, Marcia watched her boyfriend until he disappeared from sight, twiddling her thumbs and biting her lip.
"I'm sure he'll want to settle down someday, Mar . . ." the pinkette jumped in alarm, only settling down when she saw that Amelia and Franz had joined her on the hood of the car.
"What are you talking about?" Marcia asked Amelia dully.
"You know what I'm talking about," her longtime friend said sternly, "Gatrie will want to settle down eventually."
"Yeah, so turn that frown upside down." Franz urged.
"I'm not frowning, and that's not the reason I'm . . ." Marcia trailed off, instead turning her head from her friends and pointedly ignoring them.
"What?!" Amelia asked in a very high-pitched voice, "I can't believe it! You have developed a crush on the groom!"
Marcia growled and hit her best friend on the shoulder, "Oh be quiet." she gave another sigh, "Okay, so maybe I do want to settle down with Gatrie . . . But I don't want to push him away, you know how he's scared of commitment! It's just . . . Sometimes I worry, you know? What if he loses interest in me?"
"Mar . . ."
"No! You know what I mean, he has a reputation!" Marcia snapped, fiddling her fingers together so fast that it was almost a blur, a telltale sign to her friends that she was scared.
"Mar! Wait, please listen to me." Amelia said firmly, "Shouldn't you put a little faith into Gatrie? I thought you guys had a discussion regarding his habits . . . Maybe you're being a little unfair."
The blue-eyed woman bit her lip, hands shaking, "I-I just worry that maybe he won't want to be with me. B-because I want to have more than just a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship."
Amelia sighed, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could do so, a new voice entered the conversation, "Have you even talked to him about this?" Neimi Seraph plopped down on the car next to Marcia, staring at her older sister with intense eyes.
"That's the problem! I'm afraid if I bring it up . . . I'll scare him away." Marcia ended her explanation in a whisper, staring down at her clasped hands, a depressed look in her eyes.
Silence fell over the four young adults; Marcia went back to staring at the now-very-empty wedding scene . . . The most people in one spot were by the buffet table. Janaff could be seen trying to ward away seven, crazed females with a cane; Shinon lay on his back nearby, clutching his head, his branch from before lay in two pieces on the ground beside him.
Marcia felt a small giggle enter her system and her friends looked at her worriedly, "Mar, you going crazy?" Neimi asked in a nervous tone. Marcia ignored her little sister, instead she just burst out laughing, not so much at the rabid fan-girl scene anymore, but just because she needed to.
Her three friends peeked over at the buffet table area, and after a moment, joined in, laughing as Janaff was picked up, literally squawking, and taken away towards the bathrooms. Shinon took that moment to stand up and run after the girls in outrage, yelling something probably very colorful.
Amelia was clutching her sides, Neimi was in tears, and Franz was gasping for breath, in between pants he asked, "Do you think we should help them?" Amelia straightened, and Neimi wiped away her tears.
"Yeah, why not?" Amelia and Neimi stood, Franz looked questioningly at Marcia.
"I'll just watch." she answered, still chuckling.
"Fine." with that, the trio walked away towards the restrooms, still laughing together.
Marcia's smile slowly melted and she sighed for the third time that day, her mirth faded and her shoulders slumped. Suddenly she wished she had gone with them, but now she couldn't find the strength to go after them.
The car moved slightly and Marcia glanced to her left, blinking when she saw Gatrie sitting next to her.
"Great wedding, huh?" Gatrie said lightly, staring out in front of him, not looking at Marcia once.
"Yeah . . ." Marcia said dully.
"So, what's wrong, Mar?" he still wasn't looking at her, but there was a strained expression on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Marcia said coldly.
Gatrie sighed loudly, "Don't give me that."
"What do you mean, Gatrie?" the pink-haired female did look at her boyfriend as she spoke, instead, glared harshly ahead of her.
"It may not seem like it, but I have noticed something's been off about you, Marcia." he paused, his eyes finally meeting her turned away face, "So, are you going to talk to me about it?"
"There's nothing wrong with me." Marcia completely turned her head away from Gatrie's figure next to her.
"Mar!" Gatrie's voice was hurt and the female stilled in shock, "Please, I thought we were supposed to talk to each other! I know something is wrong. Is it something I did?"
Marcia slowly turned back to her boyfriend, "No . . . I- it's just that, I want . . ." she couldn't say it, she couldn't ruin what she already had with him.
"To get married?" blue eyes widened in shock and Marcia whipped around to stare up at the blonde next to her.
"W-what?"
Gatrie sighed, "I know it may seem like I'm dense . . . But I do know you, and . . . I understand, you're not going to scare me away, so, talk to me about it."
Marcia just stared at the tall man for a moment, "Alright . . ." she quietly spoke, and slowly leaned into him, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and they slowly settled into conversation.
Breakfast in the car was spent silently; Micaiah cursed the awkwardness, why couldn't it just stay away?! But no matter how much she wanted it gone, she couldn't figure out what to say, 'Ike, do you really think I'm beautiful?', yeah, that would really help. 'Hey, Ike, things have been really odd these past two weeks; what's that about?', or maybe, 'Ike, I'm glad you think I'm pretty, does that mean you're going to ask me out?', Ashera this was confusing!
Ike made a strained noise from beside her and Micaiah glanced away from the window she was staring out of, "Do . . ." he trailed off, she wasn't even sure he actually said something.
Micaiah was about to turn back around, but the blunette cleared his throat, "On Saturday, would you like to go on a date?"
Micaiah choked on air, she stared at Ike, he had a tense look on his face, his azure eyes fixed on the road, his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
Maybe she had heard him wrong, "What?" Because she was staring so intently at him, she didn't miss the flash of pain in his eyes.
"Would you like to go on a date." his voice had lost it's courage, and it sounded like he was afraid of the answer.
"W-why?"
His teeth clenched together, but his voice came out softly, "Forget it."
"W-what, no wait! Please, tell me."
"Tell you what?" his voice came out in a croak.
"Why you want to go on a date with me, and what does it mean?" Micaiah's voice was shaky, her golden-brown eyes searching.
"I like you, and I want to go out with you." Ike whispered hoarsely.
"For a day?" Micaiah had to know exactly what he meant.
He grunted, "I want to be your boyfriend, damn it! You're not making this easy for me." Ike said harshly, Micaiah's eyes widened and backed away slightly, "Sorry . . . I didn't mean to sound like that."
"It's okay . . ." the silveret was still staring the man next to her, mouth slightly agape.
"Well?" his voice was gruff, "It's okay, just say no, okay? But say it soon! I'm on edge here." for the first time in her life, she saw the emotionally challenged side of the blunette, he had taken a lot of his willpower just to say what he already had.
Micaiah decided not to question him further, "You want to go steady . . ."
Ike didn't answer, instead made a pained noise.
"Okay." despite the inner confusion and startled feeling she had, she managed to answer without even a slight waver in her voice.
Ike took a sharp intake of breath and the car swerved slightly, "What . . .?" his eyes were fixed calmly on the road, but his breathing was heavy.
"I'll be your girlfriend." Micaiah's voice caught slightly that time though.
"Oh." his breathing steadied slightly, "I see."
"I have a question though; how long have you wanted to date me?" Micaiah fixed her eyes on him, taking in all of the emotions flickering on his normally calm face.
"Dating? Five years." the silveret blinked, and the world went fuzzy, she would have noticed that he put a strange emphasis on 'dating', but currently, all he silveret could think about was 'five years'.
"F-five years . . .?" Micaiah whispered faintly. Ike nodded hesitantly.
And just like that, life didn't make sense anymore.
Ike parked the car into a space in the shade of a tree, Micaiah had said nothing the entire trip, and it continued on like that. She opened the door before Ike could for her, and stepped out, not even glancing at her 'boyfriend'. Instead she stared into the distance, a glazed over look in her eyes.
"Micaiah?" Ike had tried that a couple of times during their trip into Sienne, but like before, she didn't reply. He sighed and gently took her arm, surprisingly, she didn't pull away, instead, she let him lead her towards the mall.
She was too busy trying to deal with the thousands of questions buzzing through her head to struggle with him.
He had wanted to date her for five years?! It sure didn't seem like it, he had always made fun of her, nonstop. That was his way of flirting? Goddess, it made no sense. Did he lie about the whole matter? What about when he said 'dating'? Did he mean he had liked her like that even longer?
She stopped abruptly, Ike, who had been holding her arm gently, stopped too.
"Ike . . . How long have you-"
"Ike, and Micaiah!" A feminine voice shrieked, Ike stopped looking at Micaiah to turn towards Mist who was running towards them, three men in tow.
The silveret bit her lip, she couldn't ask the question now, not with the others there.
"Hey brother!" the brunette laughed happily, hugging her brother around the waist, "I missed you."
"Did you have fun in Gallia?" Ike asked her, a tender smile on his face, he took a moment to nod at the other three before looking back down at his excited sister.
"Yes, of course! The concert was amazing!" Mist was bouncing up and down in a hyper manner. Micaiah gave a very soft sigh before stepping slightly away, watching the brunette talk away.
One of the men behind her stepped up, "Something seemed off about Janaff though, he looked . . . Different."
"Only a fanatic would notice that, Ross." a greenette snickered.
"So what if I am?" Ross glared at the other.
"I bet you're just seeing things."
"Actually," Ike commented, "It was a look-alike, the real Janaff was at my apartment a little while ago."
Ross's jaw dropped, "I hate you!!!"
"I know. Though, I think you'll hate Micaiah more. She got his autograph." Ike grinned at the look on Ross's face."
"NO! I do hate you more!" the young adult said heatedly to the silveret, though it was clear that he wasn't serious.
Micaiah just smirked.
Suddenly, Mist shrieked, "I'm sorry Micaiah! You don't know who we are!"
"Mist, please stop yelling." Ike scolded.
"Sorry," though the brunette didn't sound sincere, she turned back to Micaiah, "I'm Mist Urvan!"
The tall greenette who had spoken before raised a hand, "Boyd Triad."
Another green haired male stepped forward, "Gerik Ragnell, I'm Mist and Ike's cousin."
"Hello."
"I'm Ross Reaver! Boyd's cousin." the black haired male dropped his act of 'anger' and stuck out a hand cheerfully.
"Nice to meet you all in person." Micaiah tried to say enthusiastically, they were obviously nice people, but right now, she wasn't in the mood to be overly-friendly.
"So, how has my brother been?" Mist inquired to the silveret.
"Very nice, he . . . Asked me out today." Micaiah said bluntly.
Mist's eyes grew in size, "What?!" a wide, cheesy grin was forming on her face and she breathed in hysterically, "Ike! Let's go talk, now!!!" she was literally hopping up and down, "Boyd, Ross, Micaiah, Gerik . . . Ike and I will meet you in 'Emblem Coffee'."
"Wait-" Ike started, but Mist was already pulling him away with surprising strength, he just shrugged at the four other young-adults before letting himself be led away.
"She's . . . Excitable." Micaiah noted.
"You got that right." Ross agreed.
"So . . . Why was she so excited that Ike asked me out." dang it, she was still stuttering over the statement!
"Ike, well, my cousin . . . He isn't one to show his feelings, especially lo-" Gerik cut off abruptly at the end, and looked nervous for a moment, "like."
Micaiah had caught the mistake, love? "Love?"
"No." Gerik said to quickly, "Uh, let's go order the coffee!" Boyd groaned and Ross just rolled his eyes.
"Wait . . ." Micaiah murmured.
But they had already nervously fast-walked away, leaving Micaiah even more in turmoil than before.
"So . . . That's the story." Boyd finished, he had a look of panic in his eyes, swallowing and staring across the table at Ike.
As the day passed by, Micaiah realized she couldn't dwell on her and Ike while the others were here. She planned to ask him when they were alone at dinner. Yet now, from the waves of frustration that were flowing off of her boyfriend, the whole matter was probably bumped even further into the future.
"You're telling me . . . That you two are engaged?" Ike's voice was dangerously low, and despite the rather scary circumstances, Micaiah had to shiver at his tone. A good shiver.
"Yes, brother!" Mist squeaked.
Ike's scowl deepened, "I see." his voice, while naturally deep, was now a rumbling murmur, coming from his chest. Micaiah knew that this was definitely not the time to admire his qualities, yet stray thoughts wouldn't leave her head. Goddess, he sounds dangerous. After giving herself a mental slap, she went back to surveying the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Brother, mom and dad gave us their blessing, why shouldn't you?" Mist was trying to reason with her currently venomous brother.
"How can you be sure he's trustworthy?" Ike growled, giving a sharp nod at Boyd when he said 'he's'.
Mist's face hardened and suddenly, she was a scary as her brother, which seemed impossible. "What are you talking about, you doofus!? We've known Boyd since . . . Forever! You're just being an idiot, making up stupid, weak reasons as to why we can't be together. Stop being an overprotective brother and really start thinking!" her eyes were blazing and Micaiah began to wonder if the temper ran in the family.
"B-but." Ike's resolve was weakening, but there was still a little fight in him, albeit it was diminishing quickly.
"Ike, I think Boyd is a very trustworthy man . . . And you should be glad Mist chose him and not some jerk." Micaiah said gently. Mist sharply looked at Micaiah, a small 'thank you' on her lips.
To Gerik's, Ross's, and Boyd's surprise, Ike took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. He exhaled as Micaiah put a soothing hand on his neck, rubbing lightly.
"Fine, you have my blessing." Ike said, his eyes still closed. Micaiah smiled to herself.
"Good, because I would have done it anyways." Mist said cheerfully.
Azure eyes snapped open and glared at his sister.
"M-mist." Boyd said in a panicky voice.
"Stop worrying, he'll get over it."
"Don't push it, sister." Ike growled, but the debate had been solved and everyone slowly went back to relaxing in the coffee shop.
A little while later, "Well, I think we've done enough shopping for today . . . I've been away from home for far too long, also." Ross stretched lightly, he glanced over at Gerik, "Can we go home?"
Gerik smiled, "As you wish."
"Well, see you guys later!" Ross said, bending over to pick up his bags from earlier that day.
"Bye." the two other couples chorused as the two men walked away.
"Well, I have to say, I feel the same way . . ." Boyd announced, smiling at Mist and winking.
Micaiah snorted, Ike made a slight irritated grunt and Mist just rolled her eyes, "Whatever, dear." the brunette answered, "Alright, see you two later!" she waved, grabbing her own shopping bags and leaving the store, Boyd right behind her.
The silveret giggled, "You have to admit, those two are cute together."
"Whatever." Ike sighed.
"So . . . Should we leave too?"
"Yeah . . . We'll eat at the diner when we get back to town."
"Cool." the thought of asking him her earlier question didn't even cross her mind."
The diner turned out to be a comfortable place called 'Balberith's', they were greeted by a tall ban with graying hair, "Hey, Tauroneo." Ike greeted cheerfully, and Micaiah vaguely wondered if Ike knew everyone in this town before they were swept away and seated at a booth.
"So, what can I get you two kids to drink?" a blue-haired teenager asked cheerfully, "We have ten choices that are made especially for sharing!" he added in a somewhat teasing voice.
"Ranulf . . . Be quiet." Ike rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and looking mock-angry.
"Heheh, sorry, Ike. What can I get you though?"
Micaiah giggled, "I'll take an iced tea."
"Coffee."
"I'll be right back with those drinks and to take your order." Ranulf announced before walking away, Micaiah couldn't help but notice that he walked with a feline grace that was alarming for the male race.
Ike slowly opened his menu, stopping for a moment to inconspicuously glance at Micaiah, only to find she was doing the exact same thing. They both snapped their eyes away, blushing almost in sync.
When Ranulf came back with a notebook he looked from between the two and smirked slyly, "So what are you kids up to?"
"Trying to order some food, but our waiter is slacking off." Ike crossed his arms and smirked at the blunette.
"Sheesh, sorry, just making sure!" Ranulf gave a small grin, "So, what'll it be?"
"The salmon meal." Micaiah answered, blinking in confusion when Ike grinned proudly.
"I'll take the steak special. Medium rare." Ike still had that smile on his face.
When Ranulf left with the menu's, Micaiah glanced at the blunette questionably, "What's with the smirk?"
"Nothing, I just knew you were going to order that."
"Oh really, is that so?" Micaiah rose a brow, "What's so special about that?"
"Nothing, I guess I just want to know more about my girlfriend, is all." Ike looked hesitant at the end of his explanation.
Micaiah blushed, and then everything came back. He had asked her out, she had accepted, and then she found out that he had apparently wanted to steady for five years. At the silveret's lack of response, Ike had deflated slightly, and was fiddling with his fork.
"I see . . . Well, I want to know more about you too, boyfriend." Micaiah smiled slightly, the atmosphere had lightened noticeably, so she didn't bring up the main questions floating around in her mind. Instead, a grin broke across her face, and she let happiness fill her heart when Ike did the same.
"So . . . You seem to know a lot of people." Micaiah said offhandedly when the food arrived.
Ranulf spoke up, "Ike likes to travel everywhere possible, make new friends where he sees fit. I bet his ultimate goal is to live at least a week in every area of Tellius."
Ike looked uncomfortable and Micaiah glanced at him confusedly, "Oh really? Sounds exciting, but you know what would be even better? To leave Tellius and visit exotic places, you know, learn other people's culture . . . Different languages. That's my life goal." the silveret blinked again when Ranulf rose a brow before grinning.
"I'll leave you two kids alone." then he bounded away.
Turning back to Ike, he looked hastily away, and Micaiah realized he had been staring at her.
"You okay, Ike?"
"I had no idea you wanted to do stuff like that."
"Hey, my interest in history lies in more than just books! I've always wanted to travel, ever since I was little." Micaiah said to her defense.
"That's . . . Awesome." Ike murmured truthfully.
"So, you just want to travel around Tellius?"
"Well, I'd like to do that first . . . But then, my dream is kind of like yours . . . You know?" Ike corrected.
"Really . . ." Micaiah just smiled at him, then went to cutting her food, they fell into a silence, eating slowly, and savoring the food.
Halfway through the meal, Ike looked up, "You know, what is the first place you would visit if you left Tellius?"
And the conversation continued, they were so into it, they barely noticed when Ranulf came back, smiled knowingly and left again. He came back with a desert that he said was 'on the house', and after a little urging they accepted.
They talked into the evening, only leaving when Ranulf teasingly suggested that they should probably leave soon.
The day ended with Ike kissing Micaiah's hand, and speaking softly, "Today was fun."
"It was . . ." Micaiah said in a whisper, she swore her hand was burning!
"So . . . You still want to go on a date with me on Saturday?"
Micaiah smiled, "Yes." she paused, "Can I know where?"
"My work? Don't worry, I won't be working then." he added quickly at the end.
"Of course . . ." she teased gently.
"Micaiah?" at her 'hm', he continued, "I had fun."
"Me too, Ike."
A/N: Geez . . . My hands hurt. You know what would make it better? A review! Wow, this was a long chapter in comparison to the others . . . So, what do you guys think? Things going to fast? Is it still realistic? Please, I want to know if the story is still enjoyable.
Oh, hmm, the Carcino group was left out again . . . How sad for them. Sorry, but I don't have anything to say about them. Anyways. Later!