Notes: Hi guys! I've been playing Fire Emblem (GBA) practically nonstop ever since I got it for Christmas,
practically. I can't help myself, it's so much fun! Anyways, I've come to find that my two favorite
characters are Sain and Kent, just because they compliment each other perfectly. I mean what's better
than a playboy and an annoyingly polite guy that's good with a lance ^_^ Sorry, I just like the pairing!
Any excuse for yaoi, right? If you guys don't like yaoi, that's okay. You don't have to read it, just don't
flame me, okies? It's just something I know a lot of people (including me) are into; it'll make for an
interesting read, too. ^___^ It's NOT going to start out as yaoi, though. I don't even think it'll be shonen-
ai until some of the later chapters. So if you're not okay with that kind of stuff, at least read the non-yaoi
and non-shonen ai parts, ok?
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Title: Can't Complain
Game: Fire Emblem (GBA, I think it's the 7th or something)
Setting: It starts out before Sain and Kent meet Lyndis, and then it'll continue on from there; they'll
travel from place to place, you know the deal.
Characters: Sain, Kent, Lyndis, Mark (Who is your character in the game, if you know what I mean, the
tactician), Florina, maybe others, I'm not sure who will appear eventually, it all depends on how far I want
to take this.
Pairings: SainxKent (I know you guys are probably like, the hell? This is fan fiction, and I'm an author; I
have my rights…bwahahahahahaha) Plus, I've found lots of Fire Emblem yaoi and shonen ai fics online,
mostly ones with EliwoodxHector pairings and stuff, so I have a right to write this stuff, too! So ha! Bite
me!
POV: I'm going to start with Kent's POV, and then I'm going to switch into Sain's POV, if you know what I
mean. It'll be written in first person when I'm writing in either one of their points of view; it'll never be
both of their thoughts at the same time, like third person omniscient…none of that here. In case it gets
confusing, I'll label whose POV it is at the beginning of each part; just read, you'll see.
Signs, etc.: "words" for speaking, words for flashbacks, and *~*~* for separating sections in a
chapter.
Rating: PG-13, for minor swearing and maybe some sexual references. Maybe. (I mean, seriously, Sain's
there, what else do you expect?) Oh, right, and the shonen ai and yaoi…heh, forgot about that. So yeah,
PG-13…for now.
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Warnings: Shonen ai, yaoi (duh, oh, and if you don't know what it is, basically, it's malexmale stuff, so if
you don't like it, don't read it! …and don't say I didn't warn ya!), possible violence (I'm not sure yet), and
maybe some drinking/alcohol *gasp*. There might be slight spoilers, but if you've played the beginning of
the game, it doesn't matter. I think that's it -.-;;
Warnings (for this chapter only): Um, there really aren't any, except for Kent's foul mouth ^.^ there's
only so much that he can put up with, you know? There's not really any yaoi or shonen ai in this chapter,
except if you take the tingly sensations the wrong way; maybe Kent's just angry, yeah, that's it! Well,
take it whichever way you want, but let me just say, homophobic people, this story is not for you. Sain
is just joking, but still. Or maybe, he isn't. Whatever, just read, you'll see.
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Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Fire Emblem, and neither do you.
If I owned Fire Emblem, I'd be filthy rich, and I wouldn't be sitting in a half torn up chair (damage afflicted
by my "wonderful" cat) and typing on a keyboard with the "F" ,"U" "C", and the "K" keys missing (did I
mention the "U"?); I don't remember whose fault that was… . I do own the 7th game, though, and I
play it almost everyday.
Anyways, enough talk from me, I'm sure you all are sick of it by now. On with the story!
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~Kent~
"Awww c'mon, Kent! We've been traveling for five days straight! I'm tired, and I need to rest, badly!" Sain
whined from beside me, quite annoyingly, might I add.
For the past five days, all he had done was complain. Maybe if he had stopped nagging me for once, he
would have been able to get some rest!
I conveyed my exact thoughts to him.
"Seriously, Kent, I demand that you let me rest! I'm sure our horses don't appreciate it, either!" He just
wouldn't stop, would he?
It's times like these that I wished I didn't have to do everything he says.
I simply snorted a response, and then we rode a small distance in silence as I studied the scenery, trying
to see how long Sain would be quiet until he tried to convince me again; it was somewhat amusing to test
his limits.
I looked about me; we were surrounded by endless fields of green, flowers of every color in bloom and
dotting the large expanse of grass. Towering trees and lush greenery were scattered about in such a way
that was pleasing to the eye, and to the left, there was a large glittering stream that ran through the fields
almost as if it was never-ending. The sky was now a canvas of oranges, purples, and reds, and the setting
sun burned a golden hole through the gray clouds. Needless to say, it was beautiful out.
I had to admit, I was quite tired as well, and my feet were starting to feel quite sore inside my snug boots
after all of the walking we had been doing earlier when our horses had gotten tired. I made a mental note
to buy larger boots at the next town we reached.
However, I wasn't about to agree with him; I would never stoop so low!
"Keee~nnnnt!"
Great, he was whining again.
Just as soon as I dismissed that thought, I felt warm, calloused fingers tugging on the blue tunic I wore
underneath my red armor.
What the?
I looked down to see that Sain has dismounted his horse and was now tugging at my shirt, looking up at
me with huge, glittering eyes, his lower lip protruding into a slight pout.
Rather cutely, might I add.
The hell? Did I just think that Sain looked cute? (1)
Cute is not a word in my vocabulary that I use often…no, scratch that, ever! Why has it suddenly slipped
off my tongue now?
I let go of that train of thought, shuddering slightly and now peering down at Sain through narrowed eyes.
I tried my best to glare, but with that face, I couldn't seem to resist anymore.
Slamming my hand to my forehead, I groaned, "Fiiiiine, we'll stop for the night! Goddamn!"
My head began to pound, and there was a strange buzzing noise in my ears.
I made a mental note to never hit myself in the head with a hand covered in metal armor ever again.
Okay, so I gave in. Maybe he would shut up for now.
To my sheer and utter amazement, Sain was actually being quiet for more than two seconds; there really
was a God!
Of course, with my luck, dreams like these don't last for long.
Sain hurled himself towards my leg, and started to hug it rather possessively. "Kyaaa~! Thank you, Kent!
You're the best!"
"Get off!" I shouted, furiously glaring daggers at him with all the anger I could muster up inside of me.
Okay, now I was angry. Me being angry scares Sain, right? Er- hopefully it does. Maybe he'll be quiet
now.
Instead of complying, Sain simply latched onto my arm and began to stroke it jokingly. "I'm the one who
gives the orders around here, mister," he cooed, guiding his fingers lightly over the underside of my arm
where there was no armor to protect it.
Or not…
My right crimson-colored eyebrow shot up rather quickly due to his peculiar behavior.
Obviously not noticing, or caring, for that matter, Sain continued his acting.
I looked down at him with a questioning gaze, and he daringly stared right back at me and winked.
My eyebrow began to twitch.
Okay, now I was furious; first he starts complaining, and now he's making strange shivers pass through
my body.
What the hell does he think he's doing?
Unable to put up with the weird sensations running through my arm and all the way down to my
uncomfortable toes any longer, I broke out in a fit of yells.
"What in God's name are you doing, Sain? I already agreed to allow us to take a night of rest, what more
do you want? I gave in and now you're annoying me by pitifully trying to seduce me."
I took a breath to try and regain my composure.
It didn't work.
I continued my trail of endless screams. "Get off you disgusting lecher, or I'll make you get off!"
There was a brief moment of awkward silence until I felt long nimble fingers release the rough woolen
fabric of my tunic. I blinked at the now completely silent Sain, and then kicked lightly at my horse's side,
commanding it to go.
From behind me, I heard the light trotting of Sain's horse's hooves padding against the soft ground,
traveling at a safe distance behind me.
Oh God, now he's mad at me, isn't he?
I groaned; for some reason, it felt even worse to have Sain upset with me and not talking to me at all.
It made me miss the annoying chatter somewhat that often came from Sain's mouth.
Just a little.
Sain remained silent, and I could imagine him sulking behind me; I chuckled to myself, he was just like a
little child.
After five more minutes, Sain still hadn't said a word.
The silence was beginning to get more annoying than Sain's constant nagging.
"You know, if you're just going to ride back there pouting the whole time, I might reconsider letting us
rest for the night."
I heard the sudden ferocious pounding of hooves galloping towards me.
I guess that worked.
Sain materialized beside me, a sly smile on his face, as always. I wasn't going to apologize to him,
though; he deserves to be punished every now and then. It can only do a creepy pervert like him some
justice.
Sain opened his mouth to say something, then promptly closed it. He looked quite silly, like a
goldfish.
It was good to have the regular Sain back.
"So do you think we'll find her?" I asked, turning my gaze from him and to the beautiful sunset.
Sain laughed and turned to look out at the view as well, his twinkling eyes scanning over the vast fields of
bright green grass and shrubbery.
"Who knows," he replied, letting out a puff of air. "All I do know is that if we do find her, I'm almost
positive she'll be a pretty lady." His smile had now turned somewhat perverted.
I decided to answer him with my usual response.
"I see you haven't changed."
"Heh, that's me. I loooooove the ladies! Ahaha!" Sain chuckled to himself, his eyes now shimmering with
delight.
Whatever he was thinking, I was positive I did not want to know.
That's Sain for you, always thinking about women.
"Hey, Sain?" A sudden question popped into my head. "Out of all of the women you've – erm - met, have
you ever stayed with one of them for more than a day?"
His smile became sort of lopsided, and his brow was now furrowed, as if he was in thought.
Whoa, wait a second, Sain is actually thinking? Will wonders never cease?
Sain rubbed circles on his chin with his thumb, trying to recall all of his previous relationships with the
many women he had met over the years.
He ceased his thumb-rubbing-chin action for a second to allow himself to speak.
"Now that I think of it, I don't think I have. Well, except for this one lass who I thought I had fallen in love
with, but really, all I had fallen in love with was with her, well, let's just say with her abundance chest-
wise. Hm."
I slapped my steel-gloved hand to my forehead once again, forgetting my last situation.
Needless to say, the ear buzzing had resumed.
Dammit, I thought I told myself not to do that!
"Uh, Kent, you should really stop doing that. You're going to give yourself brain damage or something,"
Sain commented, admiring the ugly bruise that had started to form on my forehead.
"It's not my fault I'm forgetful." I replied, hopelessly trying to defend my pride, er, sort of.
A confused Sain looked back at me, and just decided to ride on ahead of me, throwing me an odd glance
every now and then.
Maybe if I stopped whacking myself in the head I would be less forgetful. (2)
. . .
All this thinking is making my head hurt even more than it already does.
"Kent, you think too much."
My thoughts exactly.
"Thanks."
"Anytime, my stubborn companion."
I kicked my horse once again, telling it to speed up so I could ride alongside Sain; I needed some
company. My horse willingly complied, but a bit too forcefully for my tastes, and with an abrupt jerk, flung
me forward onto its neck a bit as it started to gallop to catch up.
I cringed.
Ow!
Let's just say my certain lower parts did not appreciate this forceful lunge forward.
Out of anger, I scolded the stallion. "Damn, horse, you sure know how to hurt a fellow!" As I spoke, my
voice wavered and at times traveled up into a high-pitched squeak. (3)
Oh how manly I felt.
"Uh, Sain? I-I ne-e-ed to r-rest, BADLY!" I stuttered, my voice somewhat resembling that of a five year
old girl's.
"Whooooa, horsey! Hold!" Sain commanded his chocolate colored stallion as he stroked its neck.
He seemed to like stroking things. 0.o
Goddamn this hurts like hell!
As if right on cue, my -lower parts- began to throb in excruciating pain. (4)
Sain dismounted his stallion as it halted, and walked himself and his horse over beside me. I hoped with
all of my being that he wouldn't do anything weird. With Sain, you just never know.
"Kent, what's wrong? You look like hell!"
Oh yeah, thanks a lot. What a solace, my friend.
I felt beads of sweat lingering on my forehead just as my cheeks began to burn from embarrassment. I
felt like the world was spinning around, and around, and around, and around. . .
Sain studied me with a comical expression on his face. He looked half confused and half amused at the
same time. Oh God, did he know what was wrong? I hoped he hadn't seen what the horse had done.
Stupid horse.
Speaking of horses, Sain's looked slightly deformed, maybe because it's just a blur now.
Everything seemed to be spinning faster now, just spinning, spinning, spinning. . . (5)
"S-soldier down. . ." I murmured just as everything went black.
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I woke up to the sound of crickets and the crackling of a fire. I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids and blinked,
eliminating their blurry covering. Now that my view had been adjusted, I could see that Sain was sitting
by the roaring fire, throwing in an extra log every now and then. His chocolate eyes reflected the wispy
flames of the fire, as though the bright flames burned inside them.
I tried to get up, and to my surprise, I was capable of standing. I felt Sain's gaze linger on me as I stood
up.
After a few seconds he spoke up. "It's about time you woke up. Heh, you were out like a light. I would
have thought you were dead if it weren't for your ferocious snoring."
I felt a blush rise on my cheeks. "I don't snore." I turned my back to him until the crimson flush
diminished.
"Suuure you don't. How do you know, you haven't watched yourself sleep!" Sain teased, pointing his index
finger out at me.
Wait, did he just say that he was watching me sleep?
. . .
Creepy; I'm afraid to be alone with Sain.
Sain has been confusing me more than the usual amount of times per day, now that's something to be
afraid of.
I only had one question for him. "Do I at least sleep in a normal position?"
Sain put on his usual smug expression and chuckled. "I'm not sure you'd appreciate the many things I
could say in response to that."
I shuddered, positive that I most certainly would not.
Why do I always say things I regret?
I made the third mental note of the day, reminding myself that I needed to think before I said anything
out loud around Sain.
"Are you hungry?" Sain inquired, raising a brown eyebrow.
Before I could get a word out of my mouth, my stomach responded for me.
Sain laughed heartily for at least a minute, obviously way too humored by my stomach's grumbling.
He looked like he was shaking with laughter. Is that really possible?
"Haha, I'll take that as a yes," He finally managed to get out through his attack of mad giggles. He raised
his brown-tunic-clad arm to his face and wiped it across his eyes; he had laughed so hard that he had
cried.
I feel so disrespected.
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(1) If you're wondering about the whole "the hell" and "the heck" thing, I just say it because I got this
weird Gravitation fan sub where Shuichi goes "the heck?" in the first episode, and that cracked me up
because I have a very demented sense of humor.
(2) This so sounds like something I would think…sadly.
(3) I kicked my brother in the groin once (okay, more than once) and this is how he sounded; it was
great. Priceless family moments *sigh*
(4) In pain! I said in pain, right?
(5) Just writing this made me dizzy, ugh! *barfs*
(6) With all these mental notes, I think it's about time that Kent gets a mental filing cabinet -.-;;
I hope you liked this chapter, even if it is a weird pairing…I know, I know. I just happen to like it, and I've
got evidence, so ha! Oh well, I'm not saying you have to believe me…er, I'm expecting A LOT of flames
because of this pairing, and because of the yaoi/shonen ai-ness. Just because I'm expecting them doesn't
mean you have to send them, though. I need positive comments to motivate me, and I also need
constructive criticism to make me better, so please, help me out here!
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