Title: Home
Author: Infectious Mike
Prompt: Gasp
Category:Fire Emblem
Genre: Friendship
Character/Pairing: Ranulf/Ike
Warning(s): First time writing first person, bear with me. And I made a sickly Ranulf.

A/N: I just realized I never did any of the scenes in first person. Here we go. Sorry for my ummm let's see if I can do the math properly...6 month absence?

'Today wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last,' I told myself after waking up. I woke up late for school yet again. Even if I set the alarm it doesn't seem to help any at all. If my first period teacher doesn't chew me out I already know Ike will. Ike is...someone very or rather extremely important to me probably the most. Enough about that musclehead though I need to get to school ASAP.

After dragging myself out of my bed I glided over to my closet. Yes, glided, I have that kind of effect. Ike tells me that anyway I don't really think so. He says I'm agile and move soundlessly. I don't pay him so much mind anymore when he tells me things like that. I dressed myself in a plaid green button-up shirt being sure to leave the last two bottom buttons undone. Why let eye-candy go to waste? And I polished it off with straight leg jeans to make my ass look bigger than it already is.

I went into my bathroom and styled my hair its usual spiky way that looks amazing. Ike tells me anyway, I really only do it for him. He has that effect on me as well as many others. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder holding onto the strap and then pushed the front door open with my other hand and then kicked the door shut behind me without looking back. I felt like a badass every time I do it. As I walked down the sidewalk a wave of nausea came over me and I doubled over from the sudden pain in my stomach.

I drew some attention from the people waiting for the city bus on the other side of the road but diffusion of reponsibility theory stopped them from coming over to help me. As I gasped for breath between gags I felt the acid in my stomach rise ever so slowly before vomiting the nasty substance out. I started breathing more heavily as my bag dropped to the ground with a loud thud. I threw up again before bringing myself to my feet.

I picked up my bag and dragged it on the sidewalk avoiding the vomit previously discharged and headed straight back home. I drearily opened the door and threw my bag inside with all my might. It collided with the back of the couch with a loud band and then I headed up the stairs into my room where I promptly crashed onto my bed. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I thought to ignore it because now I just felt terrible. I ignored it for a total of five minutes before curiosity got the best of me. I opened the text message alert on my home screen.

From Ike 3

where r u? i miss u wake up soon and get to school

I smiled at my phone although his terrible grammar never ceased to make me grimace. I sent my reply soon after.

To Ike 3

I'm apparently extra sick. I threw up twice on my way to school so I'm staying home. Don't feel obligated to ditch school to come and see me though.

I read the message over before pressing the send button and then put my phone on the table next to my bed and waited for his reply. The phone vibrated a few minutes later.

From Ike 3

sorry that took so long ms calill almost caught me ill be over in a few minutes okay

I sustained laughter and then sent another message.

To Ike 3

Try to stay out of trouble and I'll leave the door open for you.

After that I put my phone away and passed out on my bed. I don't even know what time it was when I woke back up but Ike wasn't here yet so I figured it had been maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Feeling a little better from that extra-short nap I felt courageous enough to eat something. I went into my kitchen. Yes, my kitchen. I live here alone. Long story short my parents trust me enough to live in a house on my own and pay for it because they're ultra mega rich. Parties every Saturday is basically what that means.

I prepared a bowl of cereal, Apple Jacks, to be specific. I love apple jacks they make me smile. After eating I felt a little rejuvinated but I was still not going to school to be safe. I went into my living room and reclined on my couch and turned the TV on. Right when I did I heard the front door open and something hard collide onto my stomach. "Stop throwing your shit on me Ike, I'm not healthy."

"You're supposed to be resting Ranulf," he said coming into the living room. I lifted my legs so he could sit on the other side of the couch and then put them back down over his lap. "So how are you feeling now?"

"A little better but I'm feeling nauseous. I don't think anything is coming back up," I muttered. I pulled my legs in close and then sat up. "I don't think we should be this close when I might be harboring a harmful virus in my body." I said laughing.

Ike shook his head, "You think I care? It'd give me a reason to spend the whole day with you. Not that I need one anyway." Good cover asshole.

I suddenly got up and ran into the bathroom slamming my hip on the door frame. I vomited into the toilet. Or at least I thought I did. I missed considerably.

"Are you alright?" Ike called from the couch.

"If I said yes would you believe me?" I yelled. I threw up again, this time in the toilet for sure. I sat on the floor miserably and gasping for air. I was dry-heathing now that the cereal I just ate was expelled. It became hard to catch my breath and I nearly passed out from the pain in my throat. I groaned loudly and then it sounded like a stampede was coming my way.

"Don't worry, I gotcha," Ike said propping me upright with his hands. I could see him flinch at the vomit on the tile and the smell. He flushed the toilet and set me against the closed door. I closed my eyes but opened them again when I felt a wet towel on my face. I assumed I looked terrible and he was cleaning up the vomit residue off my face.

"I feel like shit," I muffled through the towel.

"You look like it too, no offense." Ike I hate you shut up. If it didn't smell like my insides in here I would hit you so hard you wouldn't even remember who you were.

Using the door as a support I brought myself to my feet. Ike then took the liberty of sweeping me off my feet and carrying me bridal style.

"What are you doing?!" I stammered. I was too tired to struggle and this was just plain embarassing. He didn't look like he had a reason or anything to say at all for that matter. "Ike you're crazy, put me down." Ike did not comply. Now he was just irritating me. And I'm sickly to top it all off. Maybe he was just being a sweetheart but I can walk myself up to my own bed.

He continued to carry me anyway and I glared at him the whole time with my arms crossed. When he set me down on my bed I turned my back to him. I heard him bring a step-stool from the downstairs kitchen in for him to sit and watch me with his eagle eyes. "Anything I can do for you?"

"Make me not sickly, feel free to get me some painkillers although it'd be more for my throat than my stomach. That pain is gone." It vanished just as soon as I finished throwing up in my bathroom. Maybe I got rid of the anomaly? I hope so. Now my throat just ached because of the dry-heathing. That would only be temporary though.

"Where would those be?" Ike asked getting up from his makeshift chair.

"Nevermind, I feel great now."

"You still-" Ike started but I interrupted him.

"Yes I know, I still need to rest," I felt cool interrupting him but he just kinda smiled at me and did that usual grunt of his. "You're like my mother," I knew better than to compare the two, Ike was far more compassionate. He gave me a short look of disgust.

"I could just leave you know? After all I did skip school just for you," he said reminding me to ask him exactly how he left school.

"I just kinda bounced. Tibarn and Reyson created enough distraction between Ms. Calill and Mr. Caineghis for me to just slip between the both of them."

"As long as they don't come barging on my door again asking me to release you again." The last time this happened they actually thought I kidnapped him. The thought on its own was humorous to me. Ike picked up my phone and began navigating through it to my text messaging program from what I could gather cause he started typing things in. He flashed the screen at me.

Compose Message
wuld now be a good time for me to ask u to be my bf

I took the phone away from him blushing and deleted his message posthaste. I then typed in my own and sent it to his phone.

To Ike 3
No it wouldn't be.

He looked at his phone and looked like he just killed his dog. His phone vibrated again.

To Ike 3
But what's stopping you?