Notes: Thank you everyone for the reviews! You guys motivate me to write more… YOU GUYS ROCK!
*ahem* Anyways, this is the second chapter of "Can't Complain," and I hope everyone likes it! Sorry it
took me so long to get up…I've been really busy lately, mostly with midterms and stuff. You guys know
how it is. Whenever I did try to write this, it was after I had finished my homework (late) and I kept
messing up and typing Kain and Sent instead of Sain and Kent. =.=;; Hm, this is kind of just another fun
chapter like the first…the plot probably won't appear until chapter four or so, since Lyndis doesn't come
into the story until chapter 3. By the way, this chapter is mostly all a flashback, so keep that in mind
when you read the last sentence.
Warnings: Shonen ai and yaoi (this is a SainxKent fic!), some swearing (mostly Kent), excessive flirting
with women (Sain, who else?), and some drinking/alchohol *gasp*! If you're offended by any of this stuff,
then why are you still reading? If you don't like shonen ai, then just skip over those parts. Oh, right, and
maybe some OOC-ness…this is shonen ai after all!
Symbols: "words" for speaking, words for flashbacks, and *~*~* for separating sections in a chapter.
Disclaimer: Let's just say that if I owned Fire Emblem, I wouldn't have to be writing this stuff…yeah.
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"Where the hell are my pants?!"
I was wondering when he would notice that.
Kent pulled off the thin sheet I'd placed over him earlier and advanced towards me, as if he was a
ravenous animal stalking towards his prey. The fire burned in his brown eyes, most likely reflecting the
rage that was currently building up inside of him.
Kent was one scary guy.
I held my hands up in defense, and babbled something that was most likely incomprehensible.
Kent leaned forward, grabbed my left arm and began to twist it in such a way that wasn't very
comfortable, nor very normal.
"I said, where are my pants, Sain?" Kent asked again, this time while grinding his teeth together. No, he
wasn't mad or anything, just simply annoyed, right?
I merely blinked a response, and stared back at him, trying hopelessly not to look just a bit afraid of him.
Speaking of Kent, his face happened to now be very very close to mine, and my arm was shrieking with pain as well.
I was one very dead man.
I tried to collect myself. I was Sain, gallant knight of Lycia; I would not be beaten by my own comrade…
…right?
Desperately trying to convince him to spare my life, I shouted out whatever had come to my mind at the
time.
"I-I took off your pants!"
Right as the words left my mouth, Kent ceased all of his previous activities. Instead of trying to bend my
arm to the point that it would snap in two, he looked up at me with questioning eyes.
"You what?"
Oh help me God. What the hell did I just say?!
Well, I couldn't just leave him hanging there, I needed to say something, and quickly!
"Well, that is to say I, uh, needed to bandage you! Can't you tell? It's not my fault your own horse
damaged your gro-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Kent clamped a hand over my mouth. "Sh, you don't have to humiliate
me even more."
He didn't look as angry as he seemed before. However, I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.
He could be keeping all of the anger inside of him until he explodes and suddenly lets it all out…
…wouldn't that be fun?
"You've got a point. I mean for one, I'm not the one standing in only my undergarments and a tunic," I
replied, wearing a sly smile on my face. Annoying Kent just happened to be one of my favorite hobbies.
Kent stayed calm, however his left eyebrow seemed to be twitching ever so slightly.
Before I knew it, my previous thoughts became reality.
"YOU STUPID LECHER! IF YOU HADN'T MADE ME FEEL SO STRANGE AND GET ANGRY AT YOU IN THE
FIRST PLACE THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TOLD MY HORSE TO GALLOP UP NEXT TO YOU AND THE STUPID
STALLION WOULD HAVE SPARED ME!!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT I'M STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU
WEARING PRACTICALLY NOTHING!!!"
Ah Kent, you are ever so predictable.
Instead of being intimidated like I had been before, I scanned him up and down with my eyes, smirked,
and said: "Ah, I forgot to compliment you on your legs. They're very nice, oh, and muscular, might I add,
although I've seen better. Ah, a fine young lass's legs, there is simply nothing better! Oh, wait, perhaps a
fine young lass's chest, yes, that must be the absolute best thing I've ever laid my eyes on!"
Kent let go of my arm, threw me a murderous glare, and stomped back over to where he had been lying
down before. He bent down to pick up the thin sheet I had provided him with and tied it around his waist.
I raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you not comfortable with showing off your legs around me?"
Kent responded with a soft sigh, probably realizing how childish he was being and took off the sheet.
However, I felt that it was my place to torture and embarrass him further, so I brought my fingers to my
mouth and whistled.
Quite loudly, actually.
From where I sat, I could see a light shade of crimson travel across Kent's cheeks. However, it had
diminished by the time I had blinked shortly after.
Thinking back to before the "give me back my pants" incident, I recalled asking Kent if he was hungry.
"Hey, you never answered me. I asked if you were hungry earlier, remember?"
"Yes, I did. Well, my stomach did, which you were overly amused by."
Oh, that. Hahahaha…ha.
"In that case…" I walked over to my horse and snatched up the spare loaf of bread I had been carrying
with me in my bag. "This'll do!"
Kent responded with an annoyed grunt and walked over to where I stood.
Upon seeing his glum expression, I tried to convince him to lighten up a bit. "Aww come on, don't be all
huffy with me. Just tear off half of it. We'll be in town soon enough; we'll have a huge feast when we
arrive! Just make do with this for now."
"Sure, why not? I could use a feast, just don't hang all over the barmaids like last time. I ended up having
to pay for all of those 'free' drinks they gave you."
I chuckled to myself and tore off a piece of the bread. "Oh, that time. Eheh, I'll make sure that doesn't
happen again!"
For a second, it looked like Kent was smiling.
Just a second, but nevertheless, he had actually smiled.
Chewing on the soft bread in my mouth, I averted by gaze from Kent to my bag. Heh, good thing I had
gotten the bread out myself, if I hadn't, Kent probably would have discovered his pants lying in there.
Kent ripped off a piece of the bread and chewed on it a bit more forcefully than I had, most probably
taking his anger out on the bread.
Poor little piece of bread.
"Hey," I began between chews. "You know I already claimed her, right? Ooh, she's going to be allllll mine
when we finally meet her."
Kent ripped off another piece of bread and looked irritably at me. "You would really treat Lady Lyndis with
such disrespect?" He thoughtfully stared at his piece of bread. "Well, then again, she is a woman, and
judging from the portrait of her grandmother in the Caelin Castle, she'll probably be quite a fit for your
tastes."
I sneered at him. "My tastes? And just what are you implying by that?"
Kent guiltily looked away from me and to the fire. "Ah, I was just saying-nevermind."
I sighed. Kent, you fool. It's not like I would be offended by anything you were going to say; you insult
me everyday, I'm accustomed to it.
Confused by Kent's strange behavior lately, I turned my back to him and at the same time, hastily shoved
the rest of the loaf of bread into my mouth.
"Hey!" Kent shouted. "You ate the last of the bread, you scoundrel!"
Ah, this was the Kent I knew.
Feeling slightly mischievous, I sauntered over to my bag and pulled out his pair of black pants, displaying
them right in front of his eyes. "Isn't there something you care about more?" I gestured to the pants, and
started to run around the fire. Kent was sure to be pretty angry after this.
Kent growled. "You-you worthless cur!" I could hear Kent starting to run behind me.
All I could do was laugh like a young girl and run as fast as I could.
"Sain, you stop running right now or I'll make you stop!" Kent yelled from not too far back. Judging by his stern
tone of voice, I could tell that he was most likely infuriated.
Risking everything, I suddenly spun around, stuck out my tongue, and taunted Kent. "You can't catch me!
Ha-"
However, right as I began to talk, Kent rammed straight into me, obviously not expecting my sudden
change of action. Quickly trying to steady myself, I reached out for whatever was close and could keep my
balance, which just so happened to be Kent's waist. Unfortunately, during the moment in which I grabbed
onto his waist, I had released Kent's pants and they had floated dangerously close to the fire.
Oops.
Kent and I fell to the ground in a tangled heap of limbs, my arms still fastened tightly around his waist.
Kent was balanced on top of me, his tunic-clad chest pressing firmly against mine. Needless to say, this
sudden fall left us both in a very compromising position, with both of us staring dumbly at one another.
I became slightly nervous and felt a sudden need to break the uncomfortable silence that had been
building up for a little while.
Before I could open my mouth to say anything, Kent looked down at me firmly and whispered, "Caught
you." (1)
It's amazing how two words can leave a person feeling so utterly confused.
Unable to cope with the next wave of awkward silence and Kent's brown eyes boring into mine, I tried
desperately to push Kent off me. "You know, you're heavier than any girl I've been with."
Kent narrowed his eyes and sighed. "You're hopeless." Curiously staring down at me, he added, "You
know, you might want to release your grip around my waist before trying to get up from under me."
I foolishly grinned back at him. "Oh, that would help now wouldn't it?"
I released my grip and squirmed uneasily underneath him, soon discovering that he wouldn't budge. A
chilling breeze rushed by a second after my realization, which raised goose bumps on Kent's bare skin.
"Before I get up, promise that you'll give me my pants back, Sain." Kent ordered, still gazing down at me.
"The wind is starting to pick up, and the night is becoming rather chilly."
Just as those words fell from Kent's mouth, another breeze picked up, this one bringing disastrous results;
Kent's pants were lifted up into the air and flown right into the burning fire.
"Forgive me, but I cannot promise you anything, my friend."
Kent took this as an opportunity to snap at me. "What exactly do you mean by that, Sain?"
Seeing that no words were needed here, I raised my arm and pointed towards the fire, which was
currently burning Kent's black pants that sat atop the highest log. Kent's eyes soon followed in the same
direction.
"I'm going to kill you."
Eep!
"I have a better idea, let's not and say you did?" Hopefully Kent would just grunt at my stupidity and let
the whole idea go…
"I mean it."
…or not.
I can't believe it…betrayed by my own companion. What are the chances? Well, this is Kent I'm dealing
with here; I've never know him to be the type to hold back. Nevertheless, it couldn't hurt to try and
convince him out of it.
"Kent, you can't be serious! You would lay harm on me, your faithful companion? Your loyal friend? Your-"
Before I could finish, there was a rustling noise to our right, and Kent and I turned our heads in the
direction of the shrubbery nearby.
Turning back to face me, Kent questioned, "Did you hear that?"
I looked up at him. "Yep. Do you suppose it's bandits?"
He nodded back at me. "Most likely."
"First one to kill five wins," I challenged him, quite confident that I would win. When don't I win?
Well, Kent had been on top for the past couple of minutes. (2)
…
That was a terrible, terrible way of putting things.
Kent grinned down at me. "Agreed."
I tried to get up, forgetting the situation I was currently in. "Kent, kindly do me the favor of getting off of
me."
Kent used his left arm to spring himself up into a standing position, and wiped imaginary dirt from his
tunic. I looked up at him with a questioning gaze.
"What?" he retorted. "Who knows where you've been."
"Oh, thanks ever so much, my friend." Kent could be so kind sometimes.
"Anytime, Sain. Now where are those cowardly men?"
Before I could snap back at him with some rude comment as pay back to the number of insults he had
thrown me earlier, twelve muscular men, all wielding axes, hopped out of the bushes.
The leader of the pack, or rather, the ugliest of them all stepped forward and tried his best to come off as
a strong, brave guy. "We're right over here."
Kent and I slowly sidled over to our horses and kicked them lightly in their sides, signaling them to get
their lazy &*$^$(# off of the ground. Once they had gotten up, I mounted mine and trotted over to the
leader. Kent, however, stayed back.
"And who might you be, caveman?" I asked, quirking up an eyebrow in question.
"I am the one they call Mareg the Magnificent! I can slaughter any man with my tremendous skills!"
Carefully avoiding stabbing himself in the chest with his axe, he pounded one beefy arm against his bare
chest. (3)
Well, at least Kent wouldn't feel alone now. There were other people who shared similar states of undress.
I grinned deviously. "Well, whoever they are, they're certainly not us. To me, you don't look the least bit
magnificent."
"Well I'll guess I'll just have to convince you, then!" Sir Magnificent fumed, and with his axe in hand,
began to charge towards me.
"Ooh, I'm quaking in my boots!" I sarcastically remarked, as I lifted my lance up into the air. Always good
to have one of those handy for times like these. (4)
"Sain, you idiot! Why aren't you using your sword? Lances are pitifully weak against axes, you know that!"
Kent reprimanded me with a worried look on his face.
"Ah, Kent, you worry too much. I'll be just fine!"
Of course my statement was contradicted when Mareg jumped up into the air and forcefully swung his axe
down by my head. Luckily, it only grazed my cheek.
Ignoring the sharp twinge of pain in my cheek, I raised my lance into the air and charged forward with a
tremendous amount of power. However, before I could reach Mareg with my lance, Kent had cut me off in
front of me and pierced him right through the heart with his blade.
"Show off," I huffed, lowering my lance and bringing my hand to my bleeding cheek. Kent just always has
to prove me wrong, doesn't he.
"I told you to be careful," Kent began, turning his head to gaze back at me out of the corner of his eye.
"What would I tell the marquess if you had gotten yourself killed?"
"Ah, yes, the marquess. This mission does mean absolutely everything to you, after all!" I snapped at him,
choosing to ignore the severe tone of voice he had been using earlier.
"Who are you trying to impress, anyways? It's only me and these ugly bearded oafs."
One of the bearded warriors chose this moment in time to speak up. He began to laugh heartily while
placing his hand on his chest in means of steadying himself. "Hah, you two act just like a married couple!
With all of your bickering and…ahahahhaha-" (5)
Just to shut him up, I speared him through the chest with my lance. He fell to the ground with a 'thunk'
and rolled over limply onto his side. "Good, I didn't even have to tell you to be quiet." I poked him once
just to make sure he was dead. Sure enough, he was.
"Actions speak louder than words," Kent said from beside me, looking from one axe-man to the other. (6)
Two men in the middle of the pack crouched down next to each other in hopes of sheltering their words.
"You get the one with the attitude, and I'll get the one with the nice legs, got it?" The other axe-man
nodded, and both charged towards us with in a relatively slow motion.
"See, I'm not the only one who thinks you've got nice legs!" I joked, grinning widely at my orange-haired
companion.
"Do I really have to tell you to shut up again?" Kent replied, focusing his attention on the drooling man
who favored Kent and his legs over me.
There was no time for me to reply as we both simultaneously charged forward, weapons in hand, ready to
fend off the oncoming enemies.
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"Well, that wasn't so bad," I exclaimed as I hopped down from my horse and walked over to Kent. Kent
was currently busying himself with stacking up the smelly corpses and hurling the spare axes off into the
distance.
"Why are you doing that?" I inquired, amused by his behavior. Kent was quite the strange one.
He shrugged and simply stated, "I'm bored."
Just to pester him a bit, I decided to bring up the earlier incident of the day. "And you're not wearing any
pants."
Kent stopped piling corpses for a brief moment to glare at me and held one in midair before slamming it
on top of Mareg's limp body. "I realized."
"Almost done? You know, we should probably leave for Bulgar soon. The quicker we get there, the better.
Lady Lyndis would be even closer!" I remarked, my thoughts drifting to the vision of how I pictured the
lovely lady would be in my head.
Kent raised an arm to his forehead and dragged it across, wiping off the beads of sweat that had built up
as he had done his work. Hey, those bandits are heavy men let me tell you!
"Might I translate that to: 'We have to get to Bulgar soon so I can lay a couple of sassy ladies in my inn
bed and become romantically acquainted with Lady Lydis'?"
Well, I should have expected that one. "Oh be quiet. You want a nice bed to sleep on as much as I do,
don't deny it!"
"I do know one thing, I'm most certainly not walking through town without a pair of pants!" Kent replied.
"So I guess you could say I'm not very eager to arrive in Bulgar."
"Hey, we're going, whether you like it or not, Kent!" I was very determined to make it to the commercial
center of the Sacae Plains, especially since Lady Lyndis would surely be near.
"I'm not going, and that's final, you hear? I couldn't bear the humiliation of walking through the streets
baring my legs to everyone who walks by!" Kent shouted, raising his hands up in protest.
"Yes, you are!" I snapped back, furious with how he was acting. We needed to go there, whether he was
going to be embarrassed in front of hundreds of fine, lovely, and innocent ladies or not.
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
Kent opened his mouth to speak again, and I prepared myself to yell back at him. However, what he said
made me stop and become curious as to what his intentions were.
"Fine, I'll go, but only on one condition."
"You take off your pants," Kent stated, staring at me with a serious expression. It amazes me that he
could stay so serious after saying something like that, but that's just Kent for you. (7)
"Why don't you just wear my pants?" To me, that seemed like a more logical option for him, although it
still wasn't very appealing to me.
"Honestly, do I even have to answer that?"
Okay, so he had a point. I don't think I would want to wear my pants, either, if I were him.
"Just take them off, Sain. It's not that hard." Kent started to walk towards me, a menacing glare
appearing on his face for the millionth time this evening.
My first reaction was to tell him to shut his mouth, but in the next instant I found myself saying, "Make
me," with a challenging gleam in my eyes.
Paying heed to my advice, Kent charged forward and tackled me to the ground, his nimble fingers trying
desperately to rip off the leather belt which held my pants in place. (8)
"H-hey, easy fellow! I only meant that as a joke, I-I-stop it! What will the ladies think when we both walk
into town without pants? The barmaids will never let that down!" I tried hopelessly to fend him off with my
hands, but when he finally managed to pull of the belt, my pants soon followed suit. Kent stood up and
smiled to himself, leaving me to lie half-naked on the ground.
"You just really wanted to see me without pants, didn't you?" I teased him as I got up and prodded him in
the stomach with my finger. This triggered the usual angry babbling from Kent, and when he finally shut
up, I found it my place to say, "Hey! We match now!"
And that is how we found ourselves standing side by side, both pant-less, in the tailor's house amidst the
bustling town of Bulgar.
TBC…
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(1) Whoa, Kent, feeling a little aggressive there, huh?
(2) I just had to add that in there! ^________^
(3) Like Mareg from Grandia 2!!!! (Which I do not own, by the way)
(4) Sain has Hakkai moments. (I don't own Hakkai either…too bad; doesn't he remind you of Canas?)
(5) Hey, I agree! Except I think that's only legal in a couple states. O_o Unless Amendment 28 is passed,
that is.
(6) Is he implying something? Heehee Kent, you know you are!
(7) Kent just keeps on surprising us, now doesn't he.
(8) This can be taken in so many different ways…heh, that's why I wrote it.
Heehee: . Just don't ask.
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Now it's that time where I respond to any of you lovely reviewers who I feel like responding to:
SilverThorn: Sain is the best, I agree! I just love SainxKent, they're so great together! Glad to see
there's someone who agrees!
FE_obsessed: Of course I'm going to continue this! I love writing this story, it's so much fun!
Gravitation Maniac: GRAVITATION! …*ahem* okay, sorry about that. It's my favorite anime ^___^ I
LOVE that piccy of Kent and Sain, it's so cuuuuuuute! Go Sain! Here's the real link for everyone who wants
to see the pic: . It's absolutely wonderful!
I'm glad to see you're as enthusiastic as I am about this pairing…it was so much fun talking to you online!
Amethyst Bubble: I'm glad you like it. OMG please write your own SainxKent ficcy, ok? Please please
please? We must spread the love of the SainxKent-ness!
Delicatamente: Thanks for considering the pairing! Oh, I do love it so! Thank you so much for the
compliments!
Aura: Really, a WilMatthew fic? I'm curious…hmmm…I can relate to you with the whole shrine to RPGs in
closets thing…that's exactly what my closet is!
Lugiamania: Ooh! Kent/Fiora! I love that pairing, too! I agree, they go together so well. Fiora rocks, too.
She's my favorite female character in Fire Emblem! Thanks so much for reading even if you don't like
shonen ai…I really, really, really, REALLY appreciate it…^_____^
Bladegryphon: Really, you think they're both in character? I'm glad…I was starting to think Sain was
being a bit too girly. Oh well -.-;;
Sarah aka Celebi: I had the same exact reaction when I first played the game! I was squealing like an
obsessed fan girl (which, essentially, I am) every time there was a convo between Sain and Kent. I love it
when people pick out their favorite quotes from fics, that's what I do all of the time!
Rosalyn Angel: I love writing in Kent's perspective, since his personality is so similar to mine…especially
the dry humor. I agree with you when you said that Sain's slightly OOC, I'll try to fix that as much as I
can, but, also like you said, this is shonen ai/yaoi, so you know…I replayed the beginning to find out which
one was the leader, and it seems like they're actually both just traveling together. I think it's more fun to
have Sain in charge, though, since I'm going to use that later on. Hee hee hee. Kent = frowning
studmuffin? Lmao…I agree.
Ishigami.Kamuro: Thank you for reading, especially since you don't like yaoi. I don't believe I'll make it
yaoi until some of the later chapters, though. Just shonen ai, and a bunch of things that can be taken the
wrong way ^.^
The one who is too lazy to log in: Yay! More people who agree with the pairing! I'm so happy with the
number of people who like it! I agree, yaoi and shonen ai are great!
Well, that's all folks. Uh, I wouldn't expect the next chapter until a little bit more than a week, since I'm
really busy nowadays. Thanks for reading!
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