Hello!!!!! Ok, sorry about taking so long to update this story, if any of you follow this thing! You should all thank Obsessedfangurl- she's the one who got me to update.

Guy: You mean your gothic girlfriend?

SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!! SHE'S NOT EVEN GOTHIC!!!!!!! Guy, you just lost your reviewing privileges!

Guy: WHAT?! NOOOO!!!!

I'm giving that job to AZF. Go ahead, Arbiter!

AZF: HA! #Ahem# Anyway, you've got a boatload of reviews, mostly just conversations with your girlf-I mean Amber, but you also have some reviews that are about your story:

Macross-Green- Wow, thanks! Thing is, now that I know that some people think I have personalities, I'm gonna be really pressured! Still, I'm glad you liked it.

Badger Luver (ALL)- Hey, your stories are funny- they're just different. I know Caroline doesn't hate me, it's just…she…just acts like she does sometimes.

Nightmare- Yeah, I would like to have this story a bit longer- sorry for its shortness so far! Thanks for the complements and review!

Golden Emblem- Wow, even my friends on here don't give me that much praise sometimes!! No offense, I appreciate your review, but, believe me, there are much funnier fics out there!

AZF: Wow, that is a lot of reviews!

Alright! Now that that's done, I can get writing!

Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Fire Emblem, or any of the characters, you'd all know.

Guy stared at Matthew, disbelief plain on his face. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were wider than ever (even with anime). However, he was even more peeved at Mathew than ever.

"M-Matthew, are y-you SERIOUS??!! This is my BIRTHDAY!!" Guy's old stammer returned momentarily, and Guy struggled to control it- he did not want to make a spectacle of this. "What's your problem, dude?! What drives you to torture me like this?!" Suddenly, Guy overcame his shakiness and stood straight, his voice unwavering.

"Matthew, I, Guy of the Kutolah, challenge you to a duel- right here, right now!" Guy smiled confidently, drawing his sword from its scabbard, sunlight gleaming off its deadly sharp edge. Matthew backed away slightly and calmly, not letting Guy see his admiration- Guy had actually remembered what they had talked about while in the Nabata Desert! He smiled nervously- Guy had been promoted to a Swordmaster a long time ago, and was much stronger than him, especially in a head-to-head battle! He smiled to himself- his plot was going exactly to plan.

"…Alright, Guy, you're on!" Guy smiled, walking to a small clearing on the outskirts of the village. He readied his faithful Killing Edge, his expression hardening. This was it- he had trained hard for this opportunity- his chance to finally wipe his slate clean of this irritation.

Matthew stood across from Guy, dagger barely showing from beneath his cloak. Guy took a deep breath and lunged at Matthew, aiming a horizontal slash at his ribs. Matthew brought his dagger up and parried Guy's blow, and then slashed at Guy's shoulder quickly, hoping to cripple his sword arm. Guy smiled and sidestepped, swinging his blade and smacking Matthew's arm at the joint with the flat of his sword. Matthew grimaced, dagger dropping from his numbed hand. Before the blonde thief could recover, Guy whipped the tip of his sword to Matthew's neck, forcing him to look at Guy, who smiled triumphantly.

"You lose. Now, hand over that contract." Matthew stood up slowly, massaging his hand. He drew a paper from his cloak, handing it over to the victorious Sacaen.

"Good match, Guy. You've really come far from that starving myrmidon back in Caelin!" Guy stood still, staring at the contract paper that had made his life terrible over all these months. He had attempted to tear this abomination to shreds on numerous occasions, and all of the previous times he had failed. Now he held it in his hands, free to do anything he wanted with it. He frowned, holding the paper in the air, Killing Edge flickering. He threw it into the air, watching it for a moment. Guy suddenly concentrated hard, and disappeared, speeding through the air. The contract, billowing slightly in the wind, suddenly was sliced into six pieces, each flowing a different direction in the gentle zephyr that passed by. Guy sheathed his sword, whispering to himself.

"The debt has been repaid." He said, tears creeping down his face. "Never again will I sell my sword for such a meager thing." He wiped his eyes and turned to Matthew. "Let's go back to the inn, Matt. I could really use some rest- that last nap was barely adequate!" With that, the two friends laughed and walked back to the inn. However, Guy had a feeling that something was not quite right.

I FINALLY UPDATED!!! JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! I meant for this chapter to be a bit more serious, seeing as it was about the duel. Thanks and Merry Christmas to all of you!!