Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 3 Apr 2011
Summary: 14 April 2000 edition.
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain
Author Notes: temerity, noun;
1. Unreasonable or foolhardy contempt of danger; rashness.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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"What are you doing?"

Cecil didn't even get the chance to acknowledge the question before his entire world tilted and he barely had time to flail before he crashed into the hard stone floor behind him hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Disoriented, he took a moment to even realize that there was a body on top of him, and then another moment to recognize his best friend. Flinching, the young prince raised his hand to cup the back of his head, gingerly feeling the area he had smacked against the stones.

"...Kain..?"

The dragoon-in-training was scowling fiercely, his stockier frame weighing down the smaller teen.

"Why were you up there?"

With a slow blink, the younger knight-in-training tilted his head toward the parapet wall he'd been standing on moments ago before turning his focus back on angry chocolate eyes.

"I... there was a breeze, and I was watching the birds."

The scowl remained steady, and the young prince could assume that Kain was the one who'd taken him from the wall, as there was no one else around.

"You don't have to be up there to do it."

Pale brows furrowed, and Cecil found himself more and more confused as the strained silence stretched. What was the problem?

"...You do that all the time."

Chocolate eyes flashed and Kain nearly snarled, startling the smaller teen still pinned beneath him. It didn't particularly worry Cecil or anything, because the blonde would never cause him serious harm on purpose, but it was unusual nowadays for the larger male to look as though he was about to lose his poise.

"I have the training; what happens to you should you fall?"

For a minute, Cecil floundered in complete confusion.

"I... wasn't...?"

Really, it shouldn't have been such a big thing; Kain wasn't making any sense. But the scowl only deepened in response to his words and the younger knight-in-training was taken by total surprise by his friend's next words.

"It's called an accident, Cecil. We're up high and you're a klutz-"

"I am not!"

"You are, and you need to stay behind barriers lest you tumble over the edge and end up landing on your head. Even you wouldn't survive that."

The young prince felt his jaw work for a moment before he sputtered. He could tell that the older teen was making fun of him, and although he was pretty sure he knew that the blonde was insinuating that he had a thick head, he didn't really know what he might have missed. Regardless, Kain was still insulting him.

"H-hey! There is no need to be rude."

Really, Cecil couldn't understand the blonde sometimes.