OOC: Whee! :o

I don't know why I'm doing this, but one day, after I pondered enough about how the whole plot of Fire Emblem was going, I decided to write this… because I thought it'd be sort of appropriate. shrugs

Warnings: Angstyness, Yaoi, FUTURE lemons

That's right, bitches! This place needs more lemons, so lemons I shall bring by the basket. :o

I hope you enjoy. nn This'll be my first FE fic, so please go easy. ;; Constructive criticism is nice, especially since I haven't written anything like this in like… several months.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. If I did, more guys would look like girls (Even though a lot of them do anyway.)

Oh, one more thing… SPOILER! Major Spoiler maybe. XD So basically, if you haven't beaten Chapter 19 yet, I suggest you do! :o Even if you random fangirls are tempted to go read it, I think you'd enjoy it more if you got through the actual plot first.

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Father… Father please don't go! Please, stay… Don't leave me… I searched so hard for you, don't leave me…

… Father?

…

FATHER!!

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Anyone would agree with me… /Anyone/ would agree if I had shown them the walking corpse I had once called, with pride, my best friend, and said that /that/…. Was probably the worst gut-wrenching scene they had ever seen. His form /itself/ radiated the essence of death as he dragged himself across the deck in an almost monotone-like rhythm.

He looked old… Aged far beyond that I had ever imagined. His physical features hadn't changed much, but how he acted… moved… he looked more fragile than ever. He was like a porcelain doll, and I always had to watch over him, as if he truly /would/ break if he wasn't taken care of properly. It was like taking care of a mere child.

His once peach-like skin, was now more pale than ever before. He looked… thinner. /Much/ thinner than what I would deem as 'healthy'. I almost feared that he wouldn't survive the voyage back to dry land.

His hair… his /beautiful/ crimson hair now limped lazily over his head, showing no brightness or shine as it once did. It only made me want to run my hands through the silken strands even more. To comfort him in this time when only the lowest of bandits would grin in absolute glee at this pitiful sight.

But…

… But his /eyes/ were what kept me from doing such.

I once used to want to drown into those deep cerulean pools and be held captive there… forever…

But now… they were just empty. Silent. /Dead/. Each time his gaze met mine, I cant help but turn away, avoid those eyes that bore onto my cheek.

I just couldn't bring myself to look at him. It was as if I were foreboding the surroundings when both of us were within the same area as one another.

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The other night I found him alone in the cargo room, his gentle face smothered against a large object covered in a thick white sheet. The room was dark, but I could make out his hand gripping tightly with another's. From his throat, I heard soft choking sobs.

I felt… no… no, let me rephrase that…

I /knew/ that I was intruding the atmosphere… his well deserved privacy. I was about to make my way back to the deck to make sure Guy didn't fall off the ship due to leaning over the side too much to chuck out his dinner…

… When I heard his voice, gentle yet frail.

"H-Hector… please stay…" I froze. His request was simple, but the desperation that was hinted into those words gave me the impression that he thought I would just ignore him and carry on my way.

Idiot, he knew me better than that.

"You… /sure/ you want me to stay, Eliwood? I wouldn't want to interrupt more than I already did." I started, absent-mindedly running a gloved hand through my dark blue hair.

From the corner of my eye, I caught his crimson hair shaking in disagreement.

"N-no, I just want someone with me. For company…"

"You sure you want /me/?" I asked out, a little doubtful for his request.

"I mean, I'm not really the one who's good at these sort of things… Er, I can get-"

"No, I want /you/ with me…"

"-or Lyndis or some-… Okay." It wasn't that I didn't /want/ to be with him. I'm actually /honored/ that he'd ask me out of all people here. But people like Ninian or Lyn were better choices for this situation at hand. I speak truths when I said I wasn't some sort of giant teddy bear.

I'm truly /horrible/ when it comes to comforting someone. I would break them faster than picking them up, and that's the last thing I wanted to do to Eliwood when he's in this pathetic condition. I was about to change my mind and decline his offer, when I saw him look at me happily.

The smile on his face wiped all doubt from my mind.

"Thank you, dear friend." He gestured a spot next to him on the wooden crate and I complied, a little cautious as not to disturb the eternally sleeping body across from the red haired youth.

It felt so… /odd/. So much has happened these last few days, I'm starting to disbelieve that anything happened at all. That we were still trying to get to Dread Isle and Fargus seemingly lost his way. We never found Ninian at sea. We never found Leila dead in the forest.

… Lord Elbert never died in his son's arms.

I couldn't blame him for the condition he's in. Hell, I'd be traumatized as well if my brother and I suffered the same fate. He was my family…

"…" Finally scorned away from my deep thoughts, I couldn't help but notice that the latter had not said a word since I sat down. His calming breath kept the theory of him suddenly dying out, but I still couldn't help but worry. Something was wrong…

I turned my face to gaze my own blue eyes at him… when I noticed that he was /staring/ at me in the most peculiar way fashionable. His hand was still gripping tightly at his father's, but it seemed like a sort of more lethargic way than loving.

A foreboding chill slowly crawled up my spine as I stared back, a little taken back at the intensity of his eyes.

I always told him that he practically wore his emotions on his sleeve, but this time…

This time, I just couldn't figure out how he was feeling. I let my head turn a bit to the side to cut off our connecting gazes…

…And slowly turned back.

He was still there.

Still sitting.

Still breathing.

/Still/ Staring.

I couldn't help but notice that those aqua gems were hazed over, softening his once piercing glaze. Half lidded, it gave him a sort of shy-like posture, but not completely. His pale cheeks seemed to have warmed considerably, giving off a light hue of crimson while plush parted lips kept themselves barely open to suck in the air.

A thought crossed my mind: Maybe he was catching something?

Eliwood was already in a bad enough situation to be sick! I should probably take him to Serra…. No, no wait. Serra would just snoop around my private business like she always did…

… I'll take him to Priscilla instead.

My plan was to make my statement in as short a words as seemingly possible.

… And yes, I failed to do so.

"Eliwood… you're looking a bit flushed. I mean, I know it's not any of my business and all, and it might not even be anything at all! But I'm a little worried and we should probably go and get Priscilla to help, and… and… and so that if it /was/ something bad, she could treat it like she did with other wounds. Because, I mean, she /is/ good at all this healing shit since that's probably the only good thing that is about her! Er, but don't tell her that, because I-" And through all of this, Eliwood was /still/ staring at me with his previous intensity while I continued to run along my sentences, trying to ignore that 'look'.

"-and we should probably go and see Guy too! Poor kid, he's been sick like this since we first got /on/ this boat! Erk's probably a good choice too, unless he's with Serra, because her effects negate the fact that it was /supposedly/ a good choice, and-"

"Hector?" I paused in my long babble, giving the red haired youth an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, kid… I didn't mean to-" /That/ was when I noticed that small tears were running down his smooth cheeks, tainting his beautiful face. The breaths I heard were ragged and shallow as he tried to hide it away from me.

"…" That scene… /that/ scene alone brought me full back into my senses, and out of reflex, I encircled my large arms around him, holding him tightly in my embrace.

And at that moment… all that he was holding… all that he was keeping… suddenly burst out with an array of loud choked sobs, followed by his face being buried into my armor-less chest to try to hide the tears from me.

It was a pathetic attempt though, as I felt the liquid seep into my clothes and give small kisses to my bare chest inside. His arms blindly searched around, running themselves up my own arms until they settled finally with interlocking themselves around my neck. Unfortunately…( maybe Fortunately?) the lack of comfort brought me to pull at his waist until he was now sitting on my lap, face an inch or two below my neck.

And so there we were… in each other's arms as I tried to ease his painful cries by stroking my hand up and down his back, slowly… but /surely/ soothing him.

It took a few minutes to get the situation at hand under control, but it was worth it. My hand continued to absent mindedly run along the redhead's back gently while the aforementioned latter just kept close to me, rubbing his wet cheek on my soaked clothes in maybe… some sort of affectionate-like state? I didn't know, nor did I really cared at the moment.

I didn't care if those affections were real.

I didn't care if there was a dead body next to us.

I didn't even care if Serra was eavesdropping on us in the next room.

All I cared for now was to see his happiness.

A slight tug on the wet part of my clothes snapped me out of my thoughts once again, glancing down to see him finger the fabric in curiosity, and gave a soft frown.

"I… I got your clothes wet. I'm sorry…"

"Huh? Oh, oh these? Nah, they'll dry. I mean, it's onl-"

…

I never got to complete that sentence as I felt warm lips press against mine almost shyly.

That was when I froze, devoid of all movement except the rapid blinking of my eyes to see if this was all some sort of crude joke my seemingly perverted mind had come up with.

…

Nope.

Eliwood was there.

Sitting on /my/ lap.

Kissing me.

I then noticed that I had not done anything back for several seconds and could feel his form start to shake, scared at how my reaction would be. Disgust? Regret? Hate?

But none of those shown as I pushed back against the kiss, deepening it even more.

And once again, I did not care that there was a corpse there. Nor did I care if Serra /was/ eavesdropping.

… I shouldn't be thinking, all my attention should be on Eliwood, and Eliwood alone.

So I just closed up my thoughts and placed both of my hands on his girlish like hips, enjoying the curving feeling I felt as I ran the digits all around.

Oh… how I always dreamt of a day where I could be with him like this… back when we had just met, I always wanted to be close to him. He always like a bundle of sunshine that always shone brightly with anyone he was with, and everyone couldn't help but smile whenever he was around.

He was like the sun itself.

… Thinking again, damnit.

After a minute of keeping our mouths pushed together like that, I began to massage my lips with his own, almost entranced by how soft his plush lips were. His smell… was practically intoxicating, especially since I was so close to him.

I always enjoyed his smell, something between honey and leather. It seemed like an odd pairing to most, but I thought it fit just /perfectly/ with my red headed angel.

I continued to massage his lips, our mouths disconnecting for only a second to release a small moan from both of us until our kiss started to become more passionate… and maybe even /wild/.

One could say that it became more wild when they watched my tongue press into the latter's moist cavern, lapping up his taste greedily, my hands sensing the slight shivers his body imposed as I continued with my work.

I hardly even noticed his hands… slowly moving down my chest… slowly down my abdomen…

… and right onto my belt.

/That/ was when I noticed that I had to stop this.

Almost forcibly, I pulled away from him, my eyes wide in shock at what he was doing while he just looked up in those…. Those… /lust/ filled orbs, snaking his own tongue out to spread over his lips to get a taste.

Damnit…

I should of just agreed with my gut feeling and sneak out before he could even notice me. I was disgusted… disgusted at /myself/.

I had /used/ this confused mind to my own greedy advantages.

… I hated it.

"E-Eliwood. We /have/ to stop. This… this isn't ri-" I was silenced once again as his lips ravaged over mine, dragging his tongue in my own mouth to attract more of my saliva.

I pushed him away, this time, a little more forcibly. Right to where he was now looking up at me from the ground, eyes shining with betrayal.

"H-Hector… /please/. Please, I need this…"

"No you don't Eliwood! You're just confused! All of this shit happened, It's only common for this to happen! I should of known better."

"But… I thought you cared for me."

"Oh?! And what if I don't?!"

…

Shit. The moment I released those god awful words out of my own voice I knew that I had probably made the biggest mistake in my life.

I kept quiet, turning my head to look at something else… the walls, the floor, anything! Anything else… anything else… but…

My head reluctantly turned back to let my eyes gaze at his.

They were silent. Empty. /Dead/.

"… I'm sorry…" His voice was nothing but a soft whisper, and I had to crane my neck to even hear /part/ of it.

But I had no time to react as he suddenly stood up from the floor and ran past me, out the room. Out of my heart. To some secluded place to probably cry miserably. No comfort. No love.

… Alone.

"…" It seems that I am destined to destroy instead of fix.

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Ha! First chapter done! :o I hope you all like, but I still cant help but think that the last part was pretty rushed. Damnit. Xx

But yes… good? Sucked? Please review! Even if it's a flame! I don't mind, really I don't. ;;