Warning: Contains some bad language
Disclaimer: I dont own FE, or any characters in this fanfic... except for Mike!
Fiora: So you're telling everyone you own yourself.
Me: We've gone over this Fiora. I AM NOT MIKE! Sain, tell her!
Sain: Swordmaster-2000 is not Mike. Though I know a little-
Me: and that's all we have time for folks! Er, on with the Fic!
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Nergal was at the Dragons Gate reminiscing of all the good times he'd had reading through the archives of books in Arcadia. Thousands upon thousands of books, just waiting to be read. He gave up, hours, days, even years of his life to read through that archive. Man that was one big archive, but it was all worth it when he learnt how to use other living things' energy to fuel himself. He does not eat. He does not sleep. All he does is plot. Evil plots, in fact. Plots so evil the government would pay millions to hear about... if the government existed.
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Mike however was contemplating the numerous things he would do if his arm wasnt broken. Possibly including cuddling, probably... no, wait, make that 90 percent sure that they would include throttling the woman who was keeping him there (never trust a teal- haired Pegasus Knight with your life), even though she saved him. He constantly blamed himself for his losses, but had no idea what was to come.
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Ephidel was mourning nothing however, unless you count hundreds of cuddly toys, his cat, several chipmunks and his nice fluffy pillows. It was all Jaffar and Nino, but neither would admit to it. Nergal knew it was them, but he heartily congratulated them for it (Ephidel's a pansy, he said), and didnt tell Ephidel what was happening. Sonia was very tempted to however (a few warning looks from Jaffar said 'do it and I'll kill you' though, so she didn't). Life at the Dragon's Gate was changing drastically.
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Some things never changed though. Eliwood is still a wuss, Ninian is still quiet, Hector is still a (thankfully not drunk) loudmouth, Kent is still dutiful, Sain is still a womanizer, Florina is still scared of men, Farina's still a mercenary, Raven is still aggresive, Heath still has his honour and so on and so forth.
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Mike was warming to Fiora, however. It seems if you coop a person up for long enough with just one other person, you start to like them (Fiora can thank Elmine that Mike is nothing like Sain when he wants a girl). His thoughts for when his arm healed turned to cuddles rather than throttles. His long days of rest and nourishment soon took their effect, and the day of his departure came ever closer...
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And to think that seven years ago Mike was concerned about grazes on his knee. Over the last seven years he has had to deal with various monster bites, scratches, cuts, bruises, burns, electrocutions, poisons and so on and so forth. However before coming to Elibe, Mike had averted a terrible calamity, but that is another tale for another time.
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Fiora: So what is the terrible calamity?
Me: Er... you will find out in due course.
Fiora: And your thoughts?
Me: Absolutely nothing.
Fiora whacks Me over the top of my head with a Spear
Me: Ow...
Fiora: Pervert.
Me: No, that is Sain's job
Fiora: Ah, good point...
Fiora beats Sain with a broom handle
Me: That looks painful winces
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R&R! Or... I'll get Serra in here!