I'm baaaaack! Finally! Long time for an update, I know! I'm sorry!

In the gap between my last update and this one, I've been thinking, and I think I'm going to have to beg forgivness for a few things:

1) There is no way in ANY world that Hector and Nino could even be considered related, let alone TWINS. For those of you who know how the story ends... well... try to be open-minded, OK? That would make my job a lot easier.

2) This is a really short chapter, for two reasons: a) the next scene is REALLY long and everyone is going to skip it and b) I was already halfway through writting it, but left it at school. It's getting to the point where I'm thinking along the lines of "MUST UPDATE!", and figured I owed it to you to update. And since I was going to skip this scene because of the length of the other one, I figured I might as well just write a quickie. So this one is short, and new - longer - one will be up within the week. I promise!

3) And last, I have to ask everyone to keep an open mind. I know I have one. And I really hope you all remember - or can imagine - what high school was/is like. #sigh# such "pleasant" memories of the home away from home...

And that is my begging and groveling for the week. Thank you. Now, to continue!

Oh, but before we do: Since Hector starts EVERY chapter, and I need to evolve this more or less behind-the-scenes romance, I thought I'd start with someone else's POV this "morning". :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own FE. Duh.
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Main Characters:

Orsino - Heath

Olivia - Lyn

Sebastian - Hector

Viola - Nino

Antonio - Eliwood

Maria - Rebecca

Valentine - Wil

Curio - Rath

Toby - Sain

Andrew - Erk

Malvolio - Jaffar

Feste - Matthew

Fabian – Kent

Extras:

Captain: Guy

Attendants: Serra, Priscilla

Servant: Florina O

fficers: Lowen, Karla

Priest: Ninian

Heath slunk as low as he could in the seat, trying to be inconspicuous. It really wasn't working.

"Honesty. Do you except the mob to jump up out of the street?" Legault asked him with that strange smile of his.

"No. I expect them to come up out of the manhole covers – why would they blow holes in the street when they can just climb up ladders?" Heath said sarcastically.

"Someone's in a good mood."

"Drop it, Mob-boy."

"Heath!" Isadora poked her head through the gap in the front seats. "Legault was nice enough to give you a ride – what's your problem?"

"Well – "Heath began when they pulled up to a red light. Casually he looked out the window, only to dive for his book bag.

"Heath?" Isadora asked him, "What – "

"Shut up Isadora," Heath's slightly muffled voice came from between the pages of a hastily opened binder.

Isadora and Legault exchanged bemused looks.

"I just hope you remember to pick up all those papers you dropped when you get out," Legault told him, eyeing the loose papers settling over Heath's knee and feet.

"Yeah, yeah," Heath said, his head still stuck in the binder.

"Heath, what ARE you doing?" Isadora demanded.

"Studying for a test, OK?" Heath answered testily.

Legault craned his neck and looked out Heath's window and smiled. "Would it be a chemistry test, by chance?"

"DROP IT LEGAULT!"

"Testy, testy. Well, whatever you want," Legault said, burning rubber as the light turned green.

As it was, Legault decided to take a long route to school, and the bell had already rung by the time they got there. Isadora, who was in 12 and had a free first period, was in no hurry, but Heath had English class – and his being late was NOT going to sit well with Ms. Spencer, the tyrant of the classroom. Where the school board had ever managed to find someone like her was well beyond him. It was also behind him why she would want to do ANYTHING like putting on a play, a project that was quickly running out of time.

He practically sprinted through the halls, skidding to a halt in front of the grade 11 lockers. One hasty locker visit, trip to the "changing rooms", and detention slip for running the halls later, Heath finally got to the gym. As quietly as he could, he slipped into the gym, wincing every time the door made any noise – which it did every time someone touched it. It seemed that Ms. Spencer hadn't heard it, however – but this was Ms. Spencer, and you could never be sure of ANYTHING when you were talking about her.

Eliwood and Hector were on the stage, acting out what was probably their first or second scene. Surreptitiously Heath slid into the nearest seat in the back row.

"Where were you?" the person beside him asked, and Heath winced. "I saw you in traffic this morning, did you get lost?" It was Priscilla.

Hector's POV
"I am not weary, and 't is long to night; I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renown this city," Hector was saying – without much enthusiasm – when Heath came in.

"Would you'd pardon me; I do not without danger walk these streets. Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count his galleys I did some service; of such note indeed, That, were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd," Eliwood was going on passionately – he might as well, since this was, like, his first scene onstage – while Hector watched Heath from the corner of his eye. It seemed that Heath had picked a seat next to Priscilla, and from the way he was squirming, he wasn't too happy about it.

"Belike you slew great number of his people," Hector said hurriedly after Eliwood jammed him pointedly in the ribs. It seems Eliwood's character – Antonio – was a wanted man for something in whatever the name of the place they were was. Hector really needed to start paying attention, but that was too tiring.

"Th' offence is not of such a bloody nature; Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel Might well have given us bloody argument It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake, Most of our city did: only myself stood out; For which, if I be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear," Eliwood spoke mournfully, probably for Ninian's benefit, Hector thought. Eliwood had been bragging to her about "what a great actor he was," and now he had to put up, or shut up. Whatever the reason for the melodramicity, it was really starting to get on Hector's nerves.

(A/N: "melodramicity" is a word I made up. It's from "melodrama")

"Do not then walk too open," Hector said bluntly.

"It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse. In the south suburbs, at the Elephant, Is best to lodge. I will bespeak our diet, Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town; there shall you have me."

It seemed Heath and Priscilla were talking, or making up over something, or… something. They were definitely doing something. Hector just couldn't figure out WHAT.

"Hector! What are you DOING?" Eliwood hissed to him.

"Huh? Oh! Ah… shit. Why I your purse?" Hector asked, a bit sheepishly

"Haply your eye shall light upon some toy You have desire to purchase; and your store, I think, is not for idle markets, sir," Eliwood said, for all the world acting as if he were a parent giving his son an allowance. Hector sighed.

"I'll be your purse-bearer, then, and leave you for an hour," Hector shrugged.

"To th' Elephant," Eliwood told him, JUST to irritate him farther it seemed. In reality, it was probably to make sure he didn't forget it in the TWO SECONDS since the last time he'd mentioned it.

"I DO remember," He said acidly, adding "my memory's not THAT bad," in his head. Ms. Spencer would have his hide if he said that out loud.

"That was good boys," Ms. Spencer said, nodding. "But Hector, watch those pauses. We can't have you zoning out onstage during the final presentation, alright? Now, I want the two of you to run over the first part again."

"WHAT?" Hector made a face. "But we already did that part!"

"Yes, I know," Ms. Spencer said with a saintly smile. "However, I don't think you're doing it properly. It's… lacking something. So, let's do the beginning again. If it's up to my standards, I won't make you do the whole thing over again. Got that, Hector?" She asked, her final words enhanced with a steely tone.

"Yes, ma'am," Hector said, glowering. "Slave driver," he added under his breath.

Eliwood's POV
"Your lead," Eliwood said pleasantly to his best friend of forever.

"Wow, really? I hadn't noticed. THANK you, Eliwood," Hector said acidly.

"Anytime," Eliwood smiled.

Hector made something akin to a strangled groan, but soon gave up. "I would not by my will have troubled you; But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, I will no further chide you," He said, trying very hard – but not very successfully – to keep the disgusted look off his face. It was no secret Hector hated this scene. Eliwood did too, but he kept it from showing – most of the time. The "lacking" on their parts was the desire not to appear homosexual. There was nothing wrong with it, Eliwood mused, but it wasn't something you wanted to set yourself up with during high school. High schoolers were vicious, and anything – or anybody – was ripe prey for the vultures of the "upper" classes.

"I could not stay behind you: my desire, More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth; And not all love to see you, though so much As might have drawn one to a longer voyage, But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable. My willing love, The rather by these arguments of fear, Set forth in your pursuit," Eliwood told him, batting his eyes at him in a ridiculous fashion. He didn't really care what people said behind his back or in front of it, but his actions would drive Hector wild – which was the whole fun behind it. Making Hector angry was the sport of everyone in the school.

"My kind Antonio," Hector said in a voice that was a mixture of condescending and acidity, "I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks; too oft good turns Are shuffl'd off with such uncurrent pay: But, were my worth as is my conscience firm, You should find better dealing. What's to do? Shall we go see the reliques of this town?" he didn't sound too enthusiastic about the sight-seeing tour his was proposing, Eliwood noticed.

"To-morrow, sir; best first go see your lodging," Eliwood told him, trying to seem fawning and caring. It wasn't too hard – he just tried to imagine that Hector was a girl he was trying to hit on – Ninian, for example. Although, Eliwood thought to himself, Hector and Ninian were nothing alike. Still, it helped him act, and that was the main thing. Well, that and driving Hector up the wall.

"Alright, Ms. Spencer," Hector turned to the teacher, his eyes a bit desperate. "Can we GO now? Please?"

Ms. Spencer looked from Hector to Eliwood, then made a face. "Fine, you two are done. Step down. But Hector, I don't want to hear you missing any more lines, OK? You and Heath are going to report to me tomorrow at lunch so we can go over what happens when you miss a cue," Ms. Spencer turned to face a slightly red-faced Heath, "-Of ANY kind."

"Yes Ms. Spencer," Heath replied quietly. Eliwood noticed his hand was twitching slightly, as if he wanted to hit someone. I wonder who? He thought. Hector, on the other hand, made no secret of who it was HE wanted to hit. His face was bright red, and under any other circumstance, smoke might well have been pouring out of his ears.

"Fine, class, you are dismissed. Tomorrow's scene is very long, and I want it to be PERFECT. Have I made myself clear?" the steely tone was back.

"Yes MA'AM!" The class answered in proper military-like fashion.

And that was my quickie for the day. Now for my wonderful reviewers! (who I seem to have scared off...)

Wandering Cat: Personally, I love Rath/Lyn. They're one of my favorite pairings, and they WERE going to be together in my fic. If you haven't noticed, though, if someone "happens" to mention that they like Hector/Lyn? Well, then, I don't really care all that much, so I'll just be nice and accomodate them. I AM going to give someone though... feel free to give me ideas (other than Lyn) who you want him with. I already have one idea from another reader, so... Y'know the drill.

elven-girl10: I'm updating! And I will again soon! But, since you're physic (Is that the right way to spell it? Oo ah, well...) you already knew that, right? heh heh heh. I'm so glad you like it.

Firelien: Matthew rates in my "top ten FE guys" list. I really like him - that's why he got a major part. And believe me, he got a big part. One that has a minium of fun being poked at him. ...Maybe I should change that. Have Jaffar threaten him into playing Malvolio? I don't think Jaffar would make a very good Feste (or "Clown" as the script calls him), do you?

xZero84x: Glad you like the pairings. It's so hard to make everyone happy, but I DO try.

Nikoli: #pokes# Now I'm going to get tons of threats for all the Sain fans. Hm... I wonder if Fiora is avaliable? Sain isn't all THAT bad, you know!

MiraiEvo: OO wow. That was one REALLY long review. ...WHEE! Anyway, yes, the last chapter was... kinda... bad. But I really needed to update. So I more or less threw something together. Kinda like this one. I hope this one is better than the last one, but I doubt it (Maybe I'm wrong). This one (should it be as bad as the last one) is really only a... appetizer, if you want, to the one I left at school. And, since I was bitten by the writer's bug, I really needed/wanted to update, sooo... here ya go! Hopefully the humour factor hasn't started boring a hole to China. However, I AM glad you found SOMETHING good about the last chapter. #phew!#

Now, if you'd just learn to review MORE than a day in advance of my next update, we'd all be fine. On the other hand, getting a late review from you tells me I've probably let my "break" go on too long. ;)