A/N: Yes, Ammy's been a very bad girl…Ammy hasn't updated. Will Ammy's readers forgive Ammy? (puppy eyes) Anyway, Ammy's going to try and make this chapter good, alright? And R Amethyst, I know this is becoming a soap opera. I'll try to make it a bit less soap-ish, okay? Scarabsi, you are so wonderful for updating again before I even updated. You wrote a great chapter, and managed to guilt trip me into writing this! This chapter is dedicated to you, oh marvelous one!

Disclaimer: (Daydreaming about muffins)…Huh? Oh, yeah, I don't own Fire Emblem. (Daydreams about muffins and owning Fire Emblem)

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The Troubles of Matchmaking

Chapter 6

By Amethyst Bubble

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Isn't it funny how a good day can go bad so fast? One minute, you're planning on setting up two people, the next, you find out your assistant may have kissed one of them. Nino felt cheated. She and Wil walked back to camp in silence, which was unusual for the two.

Finally, Wil spoke. "Nino, I really didn't kiss Raven," He said quietly. "I mean, why would I do that? I like Rath."

Nino frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. "If you didn't kiss him, why does Lucius think you did?"

"I don't know," Wil shook his head.

Nino didn't reply, and the two walked on in silence for a while.

"Wil! Nino!"

The two turned around to see Rebecca running towards them, a troubled look on her normally smiling face. "There you are! I was worried!"

"Rebecca, is something wrong?" Wil asked as Rebecca came to a stop, panting lightly.

She nodded, her green braids bobbing up and down. "It's…Rath and Raven."

"Rath?" Wil panicked, "Is he okay? Is he injured? Did the enemy capture him? What's going on? What's wrong with Rath?"

Rebecca silenced him with a shake of her head, "He's fine…well, kind of fine. He and Raven got into a fight."

"They got into a fight?" Nino chimed in, "About what?"

"Him, apparently," Rebecca pointed one slender finger at Wil.

"Me?" The archer blinked. "What are they fighting about me for?"

Rebecca shrugged, "I don't know. I just heard them talking about you…well, screaming at each other about you is more like it."

Nino's hands flew to her mouth, "Oh, this is absolutely horrible!"

"Come on," Rebecca said, motioning for them to follow her. "I'll lead you to them."

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Guy stared up at the sky, still slightly dazed. Slowly, he pushed himself off the ground. He shook his head, trying to clear out all thoughts of a certain smirking thief. Despite his efforts, he couldn't get Matthew out of his head.

A flash of red cloth, twinkling amber eyes, a slightly evil smirk.

Guy hit himself over the head, "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" He pushed his bangs out of his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. It was normal to think about Matthew, right? After all, he thought about Matthew all the time.

Except that those thoughts were usually about how evil Matthew was, or about a new strategy Guy could use to beat him.

These thoughts were about how nice it felt when Matthew had been nuzzling him, or when Matthew had picked him up. Either Matthew was incredibly strong for a thief, or Guy was even thinner then he'd thought.

…Guy would be eating more then usual that night.

"Calm down," He told himself, taking a few deep breaths.

Amber eyes stared down at him, but they didn't hold their usual teasing look. Those eyes were full of lust…and maybe something else, too. Something deeper then lust.

Guy felt his breath catch as Matthew leaned in, closing the distance between them centimeter by centimeter. Matthew was so close that Guy could feel his breath on his lips, and then…

"Serra, I don't know whether to thank you or strangle you," Guy sighed.

No matter how hard he tried, Guy couldn't get rid of that one annoying little thought that floated around in his mind.

'He was about to kiss me…'

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Voices floated through the trees, and Rebecca broke into a run as they neared the clearing. Wil and Nino followed her, and they found themselves in a small clearing. Most of the camp was there, all standing in a circle. In the middle of the circle were Rath and Raven.

Nino let out a relieved sigh; at least they weren't fighting each other with weapons.

Her expression changed as Raven took a swing at Rath's head. Rath dodged, barely avoiding Raven's fist. She squeaked, but then her eyes caught a flash of purple. She shot into the crowd, determined to find out whether her 'uncle' was there or not.

Wil's soft brown eyes widened, and he let out something between a shriek and a gasp. He took a step forward, but Rebecca grabbed his arm.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I have to stop them!" Wil cried, trying to pry her fingers off her arm, but Rebecca held on.

"No!" Rebecca said harshly. "Kent tried to stop them, and do you know what happened to him?"

"What? Is he okay?" Wil momentarily stopped his struggles. He certainly hoped Sir Kent was all right.

"Raven hit him, nearly broke his arm, I think…" Rebecca took a shuddery breath. She was used to battle at this point, but seeing her comrades attack each other? It was almost too much for her.

"Sir Raven did that with his bare hands?" Wil asked, awe struck. He knew Raven was strong, but that strong?

"He had a sword." Rebecca informed Wil.

"…Why isn't he fighting Rath with a sword, then?" Wil blinked.

"It broke," Rebecca stated in a tone that suggested that she didn't think too highly of Wil's intelligence at this point. "Rath and Raven were fighting with weapons in the beginning, but Rath's only had one arrow and he missed. Raven got one good hit on Rath before his sword broke." She pointed at Rath's shoulder. The Sacaean's shirt was soaked with blood that seemed to originate from the shoulder Rebecca was pointing to.

"Oh, poor Rath…" Wil breathed. "…Is Sir Kent all right?"

Rebecca nodded, "Yes. Sain dragged him off to one of the tents, and they were going to find a healer."

"That's good. Now," Wil slipped his arm out of Rebecca's grasp. "I've got to go stop this fight." He gave her a cheery grin.

"Wait, Wil!" Rebecca cried, but Wil had already disappeared into the crowd. "…Don't get killed," She whispered.

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"There," Lucius smiled, setting his Mend stave down. He carefully wrapped Kent's arm in linen bandages. "It was a deep cut, and I've closed the wound. It's lucky that your arm wasn't broken," Lucius finished bandaging Kent's arm. "I'm so sorry about this. I don't know what Lord Raven was thinking."

"No, it's all right." Kent said, inspecting the bandages.

"All right? It's not all right! That jerk could have broken your arm!" Sain exclaimed, sitting down next to Kent.

"Be quiet, Sain."

"Hmmf, fine."

Lucius laughed lightly, "Still, I apologize for him." He slowly rose, "I have to go now."

"You're planning on stopping the fight," Kent observed, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Lucius smiled sadly, "No. Still, I have to try, don't I?" He gripped his Mend stave tightly.

Kent nodded, "I understand. Good luck," he watched as Lucius exited the tent.

The two cavaliers sat in silence for a few moments, before the emerald knight spoke up.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" He said, locking his hands behind his head, sighing.

Kent raised an eyebrow, "Trying to stop them was the right thing to do."

"Fine then, you're a noble idiot." Sain grinned, moving closer to Kent and resting his head on the other cavalier's shoulder.

"…Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Kent smirked, locking his eyes with Sain's.

"Not really," Sain replied, reaching over and trailing his fingers over the bandages on Kent's arm. "Does it hurt?" He asked, looking up at Kent.

Kent shook his crimson head, "Not really."

"I can't believe he attacked you!" Sain growled suddenly, his eyes darkening. "I swear, the next time I see him…"

"Sain," Kent said. "Calm down. I'm sure Raven has his own reasons, as does Rath."

"I can't calm down," Sain shook his head.

Kent wrapped an arm around Sain's shoulders, resting his head on top of the other cavalier's. "Why not?"

"Because," Sain leaned into Kent's half embrace, trailing a hand up Kent's bandaged arm with the utmost care. "He hurt my handsome, noble idiot."

Kent pulled away, staring at Sain, "Your handsome noble idiot?" He repeated softly. He made a move as if to touch Sain, but pulled his hand away, curling it into a fist.

Sain blushed bright crimson, "I…I…" He got up, running to the flap of the tent. Right before he left, he turned around and looked Kent straight in the eye. "I love you, Kent." Then he left.

Kent reached out, but his hand only met air. Pulling it back, he raked his hand through his hair. "Oh, Sain…" He sighed, looking at the tent flap with a longing expression. "And you think I'm an idiot."

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Chapter 6-End-

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TA-DA! Another abrupt, poor excuse for a cliff hanger of an ending. I'm pathetic, I know. But, hey! I lived up to my promise of KentxSain! Yay me! I know, I know…I promised to update this a couple days ago, but that chapter of Something Wicked sucked up all my inspiration.

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