Some of this stuff is just so awkward to type oh my god. I want it to be realistic, but at the same times it's just like AGHHHH I CAN'T WRITE IT IT'S TOO AWKWARD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M TYPING but there ya go. I tried. XD I don't have personal experience, so I'm just going relying on other sources and stuff. God, this is gonna be hard when I write the Fire Emblem Revelations fic. AGHHHHHHH! Also, thank you for those that gave ideas! :3 (Zeno hugs you all with a big, bright, sunshine-y smile and sparkling blue eyes)

Shin-Ah laid there for a few minutes, brain muddled and confused, his heart pacing erratically within his chest and his body so hot it felt like he was on fire. Wh... What... just happened? He didn't understand it. He understood even less of why he felt so strange. A good strange, but still... different. He was breathing so heavily-Shin-Ah could still feel her touch against his skin. Irene's never touched him like that before. It... It..

He wasn't sure how to describe it. He enjoyed it-he understood that much, but now he hurt. He... He wanted more and he didn't understand why. Why was he hurting so much anyway? It wasn't the usual hurt he got from whenever she tricked him-this was different. Pushing himself up, a small groan escaped when the cloth of his trousers brushed against the hardened member between his legs. Shin-Ah froze, staring down at himself for a moment, and while a surge of confusion washed through him a breeze blew by and caused him to shiver.

While he felt like fire, he was still exceedingly susceptible to cold. He brought a hand up to his neck, his face flushing an even deeper red as he recalled her pinning him down. Sh... She tricked me... He thought, biting his bottom lip as he sat there in thought. He wanted chase after her- every instinct in him screamed at him to-but... she won't forgive him. She said she wouldn't. What was so important in the village anyway? He turned his head, golden eyes locking onto her small form as she dashed down the hill-pausing and leaning against a village hut, her back facing him. Her shoulders were shaking. Pushing himself up onto his knees and biting back another hiss, he leaned forward slightly. Irene...? Was she cold?

Another breeze passed by. Shin-Ah gave a cold tremble and then lunged, grabbing at his clothes and pulling his turtleneck on without hesitation. He... He needed to guard the camp. E-Even if he wants to follow, he can't... Irene will hate him if he does. He doesn't want that. Pulling on his kimono and tying the sash around it, he picked up his abandoned sword and started marching up the hill. He needed to grab his mask, anyway. He didn't want to accidentally use his powers and kill intruders. Ao said my eyes are cursed... so I must never use them. He's not afraid to walk without the mask around Irene; he strongly believes that she's immune. She thinks his eyes are beautiful... that he's beautiful, even though he's not.

Irene does confuse him a lot though. Like now. Now is a good instance.

Why did she do that? To distract him so she could run away? ...Maybe. Yun told him to keep her at the camp because she'd get hurt if he didn't, so he was. Irene was terrified of villagers... of people. It was strange, because she always seemed so confident sometimes. She was full of contradictions, but... he wouldn't want her any other way. If... If she can just get through the village and come back safely, then...

His heart lurched painfully inside of his chest, a lump forming painfully in his throat. She'll be fine. But without him there to protect her...

Arriving at the camp sight he plopped down at his usual spot, plucking his sword off the ground and setting it in his lap. He turned around, facing the village, and watched. If something happened... if anything happened... he would make his way there. Regardless if she hated him after, regardless if... if she won't forgive him...

Being hated is better than to face the death of the most important person all over again. He won't lose her. Not like Ao. She was different in a matter of importance compared to what the previous Blue Dragon meant to him, but they were both important all the same. If something happened... Shin-Ah doubted he would recover this time. He watched intently, mask resting on his forehead, as Irene wandered her way into a house. Injured... So that's what she wanted to leave for. She wanted to heal the little boy. He felt a warmth flow through his chest again, his lips twitching just slightly at the sight of her selflessness, but the knowledge that she would retain the injuries caused the frown to take over his face once more.

He understands that Irene likes to help people. Shin-Ah does too. He hates seeing people hurt-hates hurting them. But he'll do it without hesitation if it means protecting what matters. What's precious to him. Irene and his squirel companion, Ao, were his top priorities, but if something happened to Yona or even Kija... someone he's actually starting to become a little fond of... he'd fight for them.

Shin-Ah snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Irene throw herself into an alleyway, Yona, Yun, Kija, Ao, and Hak all making there way to the house she had just been at.

...

Yona ignored Kija's comment as she marched into the house, anger boiling inside her. If they had went into the house earlier when they passed it, nobody would have gotten hurt. Nobody would be crying. She ran into the room, rage fueling her, and opened the door expecting to see corpses littering the floor. Hak, Kija, and Yun followed behind her, Ao sitting precariously on Yona's shoulder.

But instead of corpses, she just saw two parents hugging a small boy tightly, both of them crying. "Oh thank the gods..." The woman sobbed, hugging the confused boy tightly. "Thank you... Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The entire room was ransacked and torn to shreds, and the boy had a lot of blood covering his form and coating the hair on the back of his head, but he looked perfectly unharmed. "We've been blessed by the gods!"

"If that woman, that-that goddess hadn't passed by-" The husband choked up. Yona's eyes widened at their words, Kija looked sharply behind him out the doorway.

"I knew it- It had to have been Irene!| Only the Brown Dragon has the capability of healing others!"

Upon hearing him speak up, the couple tried to silence their tears of joy and looked at the group in surprise. Yona stepped forward eyebrows knitting together curiously. "Um, excuse me... you said something about a goddess?

The woman nodded her head furiously, just holding the confused child closer to her. He blinked, looking up at them with big brown eyes. "Y-Yes! Sh-She came by not long after some of the soldiers attacked! I-It was a miracle! S-She merely touched him a-and then... and then..."

"He was better in no time! Like magic! She had to have been a goddess! No doctor could do something like that!"

"Did she give a name?" Hak asked bluntly, grabbing hold of Kija's arm to stop him from running out of the house to look for their new female companion. "What did she look like? Brown hair? Eyes? A strange tattoo on her face?"

"Y-Yes." The man responded, startled by the accurate description. "She... She said her name was "Haebinna"." Yona's eyes widened, recalling the time she told Irene that name she would have given her if she was not informed she already had a name. "Haebinna". "Shin-Ah". Sun and Moon. Opposites, but one and the same. "She came by, like a blessing from the heavens... If she hadn't stopped by, our boy... our little boy wouldn't be here with us now." His eyes burned, his voice threatening to break.

The men from before... the soldiers they passed by... they were the ones who did this? Yona's lips curled back, the girl grounding her teeth together tightly as a fire lit up in her eyes. If Irene hadn't disobeyed Yun and managed to get away from Shin-Ah to make her way here... if she hadn't healed this boy when she did... the child would be dead. The soldiers would have killed a child just to vent out their own frustration. Her fingers curled tightly in fists, and Hak's eyes flickered towards her upon seeing the movement. If Yona had just entered the house earlier and done something like she wanted, then... then...

The no one would have gotten so terribly injured in the first placed. These innocent people... these victims. Yona could have helped them. Instead, she backed away like a coward and left her new friend to clean things up. What kind of a princess was she?

Before she knew it, she had already reached up and grabbed onto Hak's sleeve. The Thunder Beast stared down at her, his blue eyes just as grim if not accepting of the situation at hand. "Hak... we could have helped them earlier." Her voice quivered as she spoke. "Instead we coward away because we didn't want to risk agitating the soldiers earlier. These people... There are others like them, aren't there? If... If Irene... If Haebinna hadn't been here to help them, then..." She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and shook her head. "I won't allow it. I won't accept this helplessness. Especially if this town has been steeped in evil since my father's era..."

If there was anything they could do to help this town, anything to drown out the cruelty and despair... Yona was going to find it. They were going to find the Green Dragon and they were going to save these people. How could anyone go so far as to harm a child?

...

No, no, no, no, no! His feet pounded against the ground, the fur to his mask flying behind him as he ran down the hill at breakneck speed. He clutched his sword tightly in his hand, eyes trained onto the sight as the man pinned her to the ground, foot digging into her lower back. He watched as she struggled, glaring daggers at the attacker, smacking his leg with her hand. The soldier just responded by slamming his foot down hard against her spine, Irene's expression contorting into that of pain as tears burned her eyes. Shin-Ah's expression merely hardened beneath his mask, golden eyes filled with hate as he increased his speed. He dashed out of the way of soldiers trying to grab him, anger flashing upon their faces, and within moments Shin-Ah had a horde of men after him. He ignored them. They weren't of concern.

Irene was going to mad. She was going to be really mad at him. She was going to cry, then thank him, then tell him that she told him not to follow her... and then she's never going to speak to him again. And while that hurt, while his heart shattered at the thought of it... seeing her being treated like this somehow hurt even more.

Relief flooded his body when he saw she managed to get away, but she was hurt. She had a hand over her mouth, looking ready to throw up as she limped away as fast as she could. Shin-Ah didn't relent his speed, just a few alleys away, more and more soldiers lining up behind him and taking chase. A man suddenly running out in front of him he had to jump back, swinging with the sword to avoid the blow that would have hit his chest. There were yells, screaming-but Shin-Ah couldn't really focus. All he could think of was Irene: in danger. Hurt. Bleeding. Blood stained her kimono. She had been coughing up the liquid earlier. The man had caught up with her again, slamming her against a wall.

Shin-Ah started to panic. His lips curled back and he swung with such force and intensity, he sent a man flying into another one, blood gushing from his chest wound. Get away from her! He ducked, sliding his leg across the ground for balance, and slashed upwards. The man's head nearly came off from his body as he fell back. The one from before was still struggling to get out from underneath the corpse Shin-Ah had thrown on him. Some of the soldiers backing up a few steps, Shin-Ah continued on his way, anger and annoyance boiling through his veins when he noticed the men started to follow him again. Can't they just leave him be?

That was when he saw it. That was when the man attacking his Irene started to rid her off her clothing, tearing off the vest and ripping up the clothes Yona had been so kind as to let her borrow. She was crying, unmoving, horror and fear written on her face as the tears fell. He was entirely sure what the man was planning he was started to undo the sash holding up his own pants, but Shin-Ah knew he didn't like it. He hated it even more when he saw him yank up her dress.

I'm going to kill him.

Any and all warmth from Shin-Ah's eyes was completely gone at this point; nothing but a cold and cruel fire burning within his golden orbs. He was going to tear him into shreds. And as Shin-Ah was going through all the colorful ways and ideas of how he was going to do it, someone beat him to the punch. Quite literally, actually. Though, Shin-Ah would have to say it was more of a "beaten to the kick".

For out of nowhere, the Green Dragons swooped down out of the sky (sort of reminding him how Irene appeared, only without the golden light of a dragon wrapped around her). Before he even hit the ground the Green Dragon brought his leg up, slamming his foot into the man's skull and sending him flying. Irene crumpled onto the ground, clothing in tatters and more of her body than she would have ever preferred exposed, and sobbed as she curled up into a ball. The Green Dragon pulled off his coat and draped it over her, leaving him in his trousers and an under-shirt. Shin-Ah couldn't explain the relief and gratitude he felt towards the Green Dragon at that moment, knowing full well he would never be able to express how thankful he was that he saved Irene, but then... just as the Green Dragon lifted Irene up into his arms and Shin-Ah arrived at the end of the alleyway where they were...

The Green Dragon stopped speaking, looked at Shin-Ah with cold violet eyes, and leaped up into the sky, taking Irene with him.

That left Shin-Ah with the man's corpse and the many soldiers who had followed him here, a cold and hollow feeling filling his chest... despair and disbelief and anger and sadness and confusion all conflicting and crushing his heart from inside him. This feeling...

It was the feeling of betrayal.

...

The crew was making their way through the village, relying on Kija and his senses to locate the Green Dragon when he suddenly got the sensation of the Blue Dragon being nearby. They followed Kija to the location where the Blue Dragon was, but none were prepared for the sight they had seen. Standing there, sword grasped tightly in his hand and slicing down a soldier, was Shin-Ah. His red-stained mask covered his face, but they were able to make out the deep and angry scowl on his lips as he watched the man he just slain collapse onto the ground. His leather kimono was completely coated with blood, men-soldiers- laying around his form all over the alleyway. Corpses.

Yona recognized them as the men that had been harassing the villagers, but why... was Shin-Ah here? Did he follow Irene to town? If so, why did he kill these men? There had to at least be twelve of them. They were all bleeding out, the crimson staining the ground and soaking into the earth, and some were even missing limbs. One man looked especially chopped up- as if Shin-Ah had taken special care into mutilating him and delivering more than just a one-hit kill. The young princess stared, her amethyst eyes wide, and as she stepped forward to address him and inquire about his actions Hak had shot an arm out to stop her. His blue eyes narrowed into a glare when Shin-Ah's head snapped up to look at them, his growl dissipating and his jaw relaxing. His lips parted slightly in surprise.

Though they could not be seen, they were all very aware of the pair of eyes staring intently at them-through them- and judging them for all they were worth behind the mask. Yona opened her mouth to protest to Hak's actions, but closed it and changed her mind upon seeing the thoughtful and serious expression he was wearing. Yun was completely stunned.

"B-Blue Dragon, you..." The young boy choked up, not the slightest idea of how to react to the situation at hand. "Wh-What the hell did you do...?"

Kija looked the most horrified-the White Dragon couldn't even speak. His cerulean eyes were as big as dinner-plates, no sound able to escape his lips for the only thing he could do was stare. This was the last thing he expecting to find or see Shin-Ah do. He knew he was capable of fighting, of protecting himself, especially after seeing Shin-Ah get into a fight with Hak the one time after he tried to grab Yona in order to help Irene, but never had he imagined Shin-Ah to go about and massacre soldiers so... violently. He just didn't seem like the sort of person.

Hak finally spoke, breaking the tense silence between them. What he said... well, it made everything become clear to the group. "Where's the Brown Dragon?"

Irene left camp, but she's not with Shin-Ah. Shin-Ah was surrounded by corpses-men that he had slaughtered.

The Blue Dragon didn't speak, simply turning his head and bringing his blade down into the most badly mutilated body. That very particular soldier was slashed to bits... Hak's eyes narrowed farther, flicking towards Shin-Ah and watching his reactions closely. The Blue Dragon was twisting the blade, his lips curling back as he bared his fangs at the body. It was almost as if he had a grudge against him.

"Blue Dragon..." Hak started again, voice deepening in a warning tone. "I asked; where is the Brown Dragon?"

Shin-Ah tilted his head in response, shoulders starting to shake for a moment, before he grabbed the sword handle with both hands. He turned to look in their direction, and the glare on their face almost seemed as if it were directed at them-that is, until they realized he was looking passed them. Into the distance, passed the town, at the sea. Yun attempted to repress the shivers going down his spine, rather frightened of such a bloody scene. He always knew Shin-Ah had been protective, but so deadly so...

It made him wonder that if they ever did anything to harm Irene, intentionally or not, if Shin-Ah would go so far as to cut them down in vengeance. The boy genius stared out in the distance, wondering what the Blue Dragon could possibly be looking at. There were all the buildings surrounding them, people keeping their doors locked shut and the windows covered with curtains, and the great big sea just beyond the port-

"The sea!?" Yun gasped, the realization hitting him. Irene was at sea? How!? Kija seemed to reach this conclusion as well. He understood Shin-Ah's reaction, for if something happened to Princess Yona he was certain he himself and Hak would go just as crazy. Although, it still didn't change the fact that seeing such a gruesome sight from someone so sweet was frightening.

"Wh-What is she doing on the sea?" Kija choked out, finally regaining his voice. It threatened to rack underneath the pressure of the heavy atmosphere. Shin-Ah turned away again, looking down at the corpse his sword was embedded in. "Sh-Shin-Ah?"

"The... Green Dragon..." Now the group was even more confused. Hak was beginning to get a small idea of what went on though. The corpses, Shin-Ah anger at the one... it was starting to come together.

"He took her." Hak said. It wasn't a question. Shin-Ah paused, looked at him, the nodded quietly. Yona pushed Hak's arm out of the way, ignoring the Thunder Beast's protests, and stepped forward. Her eyes were hardened, a fire slowly starting to rekindle itself in her gaze.

"Shin-Ah... why did the Green Dragon take Irene? Why did you kill these men?" She watched as he bared his fangs in a snarl, his shoulder tensing as he shook his head roughly and snapped, voice cracking as he yelled,

"He touched her!"

Yona recoiled in shock. Everyone seemed startled by his sudden raise of voice. Shin-Ah choked up, the male starting to shake as he lowered his head, and he tightened his hold on the sword handle so much that he was completely trembling at he fell down to one knee. Everyone was certain that if they could see the upper half of his face, his eyes would be squeezed shut and wet with tears. They've never seen this side of Shin-Ah before, never seen him break down like this. They've only ever witnessed him being angry. Never... ever... have they seen him broken.

"H-He touched her a-and... and..." He shook his head, not knowing how to put his feelings into words. How was he supposed to explain what happened? "H-He tore her clothes... H-He hurt her. He hurt Irene." That was all he could think about. How scared she looked when she was shoved against the wall, how the tears were streaming down her face in fright. How she was too weak to even crawl after the Green Dragon arrived... "I-I couldn't... Too late. I... was too late..."

He was unable to protect her. To rescue her. The Green Dragon rescued her, but then... he took her. He took her away from him. Far, far away. He already felt so empty...

Shin-Ah could feel the warmth on his face, but was unable to fully process it. Everything just hurt too much. "G-Green Dragon... saved her. He... He took her away." His Irene... he failed her. The girl was so much weaker than him; so fragile, so reckless. He wanted to protect her, to keep protecting her, and to hold her in his arms where'd she be safe. It was almost a funny thought, especially since he used to think being away from him was the safest. But now... he felt anywhere without him near her was dangerous. And now... she was gone. Because he didn't leave sooner he failed to get to her in time, and now the Green Dragon has her.

The Blue Dragon was practically hugging his sword, hovering over the mutilated body as the tears silently fell. Only the occasional strangled sob forced its way out of the back of his throat. He always thought his strength was the only good thing about him-it let him protect and guard the people of his village and it kept him alive for fourteen years after Ao's death. Constant practice, constant training, and battle... and yet now it was worthless. What's the point if he can use it to save the one person he cared most about?

I want her back. She was his just as he was hers. Irene said so. Green Dragon... took her away from me.

If he can't use his speed to save her from these men, the very least he can do is use his strength to get her back. Taking a shaky breath he brought a gloved hand up and reached underneath his mask, wiping at the tears. He paused, a thought coming to him.

I can't. Ao said not to.

But if those men hadn't continued chasing him, he would have been able to reach her in time. If they had stopped... or been paralyzed... he would have made it.

His gaze locked intently onto the ship where she lay inside, freshly clothed in a new dress and her eyes closed, a bandage wrapped around her forehead. It took all his focus to see through it from so far away, but he was desperate. It seemed they were taking good care of her, but if they tried to stop him from taking her back... Shin-Ah gripped the edge of his mask tightly, heart beating loudly in his chest. Yanking his sword out of Irene's attacker he flung the blade through the air, cleaning it of the blood, and sheathed it behind his back.

It's a double-edged blade. I should never use it.

Ao was kind, but that was his one rule. Never use his powers. It's a cursed power. He and Ao were ugly monsters, cursed, and brought nothing but destruction and misfortune. Still... if it meant getting her back... if it meant keeping her safe...

I'm sorry Ao. I'm breaking our promise a second time...

He was walking. Slowly pulling the mask from his face, his intense eyes focused on the sea before. He was prepared for what sacrifice he was going to have to make if it meant getting Irene back. No one touches her, no one harms her. And especially no one takes her away from him. His eyes burned furiously, but he didn't care. He was going to get her back.

An arm suddenly reached out and stopped him. Shin-Ah froze, feeling the hand pressing against his chest. Raising his head, he stared darkly at Hak who dared to stop him. Hak looked slightly unnerved by the expression on Shin-Ah's face, but the Thunder Beast remained strong. He leveled his gaze to Shin-Ah's, meeting his eyes for the very first time and surprised by the beauty Shin-Ah truly did possess. Until this moment, he never saw Shin-Ah's face. He was the only one who hasn't. Hak never expected Shin-Ah to have such open eyes-his golden orbs glimmering with every emotion one could possibly think of.

Still, Hak's face remained stern. His eyes were understanding as he spoke. "We'll get her back. So don't act rashly." Shin-Ah stared for a moment, tiling his head with knitted eyebrows, before the challenge in his eyes slowly died away. Hak was no threat. Hak wanted to help him. "Do you know what the Green Dragon looks like?"

Shin-Ah averted his gaze, looking down, and questioned whether or not to cover his face with the mask again since he now had help. Hak could fight off the people who tried to slow him down. Who tried to stop him. He decided that yes, he was going to put the mask back on. There was no need for him to use his power after all. Shin-Ah didn't speak for a moment, only to finally nod. "He... He has... grass hair..." He relaxed, feeling more comfortable having his face covered around these people.

"As in... the color?" Hak blinked at Shin-Ah's description. The Thunder Beast could briefly recall bumping into a certain creep with that hair color. It was highly unusual, but Hak was so used to weirdos that he just didn't think about it. When you live with a woman that had flaming red hair and two men with blue and white hair, you just stop caring about those things. Shin-Ah gave another nod. Hak let out a small curse. "Damn it! I know who the Green Dragon is."

Everyone looked startled at that, and Shin-Ah's invisible stare became only more intense and unnerving. Hak reached a hand up and ruffled his hair, scowling. He knew something was fishy about that guy-especially when he started to ask questions about foreigners.

"I've met him before. I didn't think about it, but now I see how stupid I was," He explained, frowning. "Princess, Yun, go back to camp. The Dragons' and I will go searching for him."

"E-Eh?" Yun stammered, alarmed. "B-But the Blue Dragon is-"

"Worried." Hak interrupted, frowning. His eyes darted to look at the redheaded princess staring up at him curiously, her head tilted to the side cutely, before he looked back at Yun. "Shin-Ah is worried."

Nobody decided to comment on the use of Shin-Ah's name, Hak finally addressing him as an equal. He normally just referred to the Dragons' by their titles. To Hak, Shin-Ah being worried about the one person he cares most about is something he can understand. If someone had harmed Yona, Hak would have gone just as berserk or maybe even worse.

"Now, let's go you two. We don't have time to dilly dally." He turned, slapping the stunned masked man on the back, and started to walk away. Kija followed, bidding the princess farewell and telling Yun to keep a good watch on her, and dashed to catch up with the Thunder Beast. Shin-Ah stood there for a few moments, not entirely sure what had just happened, before a warmth blossomed gratefully in his chest. He moved quickly, dashing to catch up to them, and within seconds had his arms wrapped tightly around Hak's waist. The Thunder Beast froze. Kija stopped walking, looking on in surprise.

"Th... Thank you." Shin-Ah murmured into his neck. It was so quiet only Hak could hear it, but he understood the importance of it. Shin-Ah let go as fast as he had grabbed on, but then shifted so he could cling onto Hak's arm in a similar fashion to the way Irene always did to him. Hak gave Shin-Ah a strange stare, raising an eyebrow, and Kija's hands flew up to cover his mouth.

Next thing they knew Kija was hugging Shin-Ah, nearly knocking him over in the process. The White Dragon seemed to no longer care about the fact his friend was a bloody mess. "It's okay, little brother!" Kija gushed. Shin-Ah didn't seem to know how to react to Kija rubbing his face against his, but accepted the show of affection nonetheless. Kija didn't notice how the Blue Dragon's shoulders tensed up, but he did feel Shin-Ah gradually relax. "Big Brother Kija and the Thunder Beast are going to help you find the Brown Dragon! We would never let harm come to her if we are able to prevent it! We'll rescue her together and we'll be a big family again! And then, after we recruit the Green Dragon, we'll give him a piece of our minds for taking Irene without permission!"

Lips slightly parting in surprise, neither one was prepared for the tiniest of smiles that spread across his lips. And knowing just how rare that pure, innocent smile was... and how it only ever came out for one person... well, Hak and Kija both decided in that moment that Shin-Ah's precious smile was something that needed to be protected.

I wanted this whole chapter to be in Shin-Ah's PoV, so the beginning of the next one will start with Irene waking up in the ship. I can't remember the crews names though, so that's going to be a pain to figure out. T_T So sad. Oh well. XD Read and review! Have some Hak/Kija/Shin-Ah bonding.