Chapter One - A is for Ambulance

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns Fire Emblem...But Fire Emblem PWNS...

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The wooden door opened slowly, and the little blue haired girl peeked in, holding her mother's hand. "Mommy...I...don't like this place.." She whispered, staring at the wide room.

It was a large room, with cozy little shelves and bright, fluffy carpets in all the right places. There were tables scattered about everywhere maybe five, maybe more. The largest one was near the back corner of the room, instead of carpet, there was tile. This was probably where the class ate.

A random paper ball streaked across the air, and the timid girl hid behind her mother's dress. "Mommy!" She whined.

"Its nothing to be afraid of, look, here's your teacher."

"Hello, and you must be...?" A brown haired man asked, not finishing the question on purpose, because well...she was supposed to tell him.

"..." She didn't speak.

"Ah...well..." He mumbled, pulling out a class roster. "Chad's here, Rutger, Lalum, Fir...You must be...Sue?"

"Li...lina.." Lilina said shyly, peeping out from behind her mother.

"Ahaha. And I'm your teacher, Mister, sounds way too old, so you can call me Wil." He laughed. Honestly, some of the kindergarteners lacked the ability to say 'mister' without messing it up. It always came out 'Mizzer.' 'Mistur.' 'M-m-mi-st-ur.' or 'Miss.' So the teacher decided it was best to keep it simple. Wil.

After a brief conversation with the mother, Lilina was left alone...in a class full of...of...her vocabulary wasn't big enough to find a word. The closest word was Cuck Coo, but she was to timid to think that.

"Hey, what's wrong?" A red haired boy asked, looking at the trembling girl curiously.

"I'm scared..." She mumbled.

"You don't' have to be scared, I'll protect you..."

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"And the first lesson, class, is safety. When ever your in allot of trouble, you always call 911. Repeat after me." Wil taught.

"Nineoneone!" The class yelled at different times.

"That's good. If you're in trouble, call them and they'll be here in a few minutes."

"Can we try?" Lalum asked.

"No. You only use it in emergencies, Rutger, put the scissors DOWN! R-RUTGER!"

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Wil returned to his desk, thoroughly exhausted. Dear, St Elimine, help him!

Lalum kept on getting 'paper cuts' for some odd reason, but Wil suspected it had something to with Rutger's hair being in a Mao bun.

Later on Rutger had cut Fir's hair while playing a game. Fir had suggested playing swordfight with the quiet boy and he took it seriously...to a certain extent. There was Fir, playing with a Popsicle stick creation she had made during arts and crafts when Rutger pulled out his 'toy' sword, which consisted of a pair of not-so-very-safe safety scissors and well...scissors.

At music time, Wil had asked them to make an instrument. He had complimented Sue on her genius. She was making something out of rubber bands. The next thing he knew, there was the sound of stretching rubber and PLINK! A crayon hit him on the head.

And those were the problems that were solved.

And the funny thing was...

The phone rang.

"Y-yes?" Will asked, keeping a close eye on the kids who were enjoying what was supposed to be nap time right now.

"Dear Elimine, Wil! What's all the noise?" A voice asked. It was the principle, Kent.

"Naptime, sir."

"AIEEE!" Some random kid yelled in the group.

"Who is dying?"

"No one...I don't think...not yet...I hope no one's dying...One second sir." Wil mumbled, putting the phone down to check on the kids. He returned a few seconds later. "Everyone's alive."

There was allot of noise in the background. Chaotic. Like a mini battle field.

There was an awkward silence, and then...the silence just became scary...freaky...unnatural..

"Wil?"

"..."

"Wil?"

"..."

"Wil!"

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That day, Wil was transported to the St. Elimine hospital, waiting for a blood transfusion...