Fire Emblem: Path Of RadianceFunny That

Genre: Romance/Humour/Drama

Pairings: Ike+Elincia. Slight Ranulf+Lethe Boyd+Titania

A/N: I've been naughty X D Anyways, if you have some ideas for the Ranulf Lethe sequel, then maybe you could review/email me. I've got the basic plot down X D

Funny That 7: Learning From Laguz; Blades Proposition

"I don't give a damn whether or not I get torn to pieces! This lesson HAS to go quick and I HAVE to stop Elincia!"

Stefan, rather perturbed blinked at the raging general, sweatdropping from his actions. He clapped his hand gently upon Ike's shoulder, causing the blue haired lord to go rigid.

"Yo Ike…" the swordmaster remarked cautiously, arching a brow. "Is it just me, or do you seem a little…?"

"Peeved? Ticked? Furious? Angry? Enraged? Demonic? PISSED?"

"Ah uh…I was going to settle for jealous, but you've just listed the others…"

"Why did I listen to you? This whole thing is stupid. I'm a battle man who wields a blade, not a gentleman who wrenches out overly expensive roses…"

Stefan shrugged in his usual manner, displaying a reassuring grin.

"Surely this thing getting you in a huff is all blown out of proportion?" he chided, prodding at Ike with his quill pen.

The lord's eyes narrowed as he glanced warily over at Stefan.

"Andrew asked her to marry him…"

Stefan blinked. "Pardon? You're too quiet and I can't hear-!"

"ANDREW ASKED HER TO MARRY HIM!"

"…Oh."

Funny That 7: Learning From Laguz; Blades Proposition

"Right…do you think my armour is dirty?"

"Gatrie, I don't give a damn about your bloody armour, so stop with the polishing and questions! Its doing my head in and I am very pissed off."

The knight, clad in heavy blue armour frowned lightly at the grouchy dark pink haired sniper, tossing his damp rag into the hands of a bemused Rolf, who blinked innocently. He focused his attention at Gatrie, arching a brow.

"Why do I have this?" he enquired, brows knitting together.

Gatrie gave a huge grin, proceeding to lean over a bit and pat him atop the head. Rolf winced as the hand on head transformed into painful ruffling of hair. Snorting, Shinon whacked Gatrie's gloved hand with a flick of his wrist.

"Take your own damn trash Gatrie. Playing the nice knight ain't gonna dupe Rolf. He trained under me you dolt." Shinon smirked smugly, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the pale white wall. Gatrie's features creased as he studied the rag in his hand, before a long and exasperated sigh followed.

"Yes my friend, you're right. Aren't you always? You're so smart, skilful, cool-!"

"And flattery ain't gonna make me take the scummy rag either, so you may as well stop before you humiliate yourself…further." He brooded at the knight, who was looking very glum. Rolf smiled cheerily; rather confused to the scenario he was partly caught in, while Shinon glanced upwards. "Hey, what you think that pups gonna do? I heard that pompous royal asked the Queen to marry him."

Gatrie smiled brightly at him, forgetting his dejected nature. "Well, in case you ever get the urge to ask for the Queen's hand, watch her response to Sir Andrew."

"The hell? Why would I do that?" Shinon queried, brows burrowed. Gatrie's grin broadened and breeched the border of his cheeks.

"Well, considering you and Sir Andrew are exacts in personality, save for the fact you aren't flirty-."

Rolf's eyes widened.

"Shinon's gonna ask to marry Elincia!? WHAT? Geez I gotta go tell Stefan!" he swiftly bolted off, leaving a bemused Shinon. Regaining his composure in quick fashion he walloped Gatrie's unhelmeted head and stormed off, wondering why he chose to remain by the side of an idiot that screwed up his life…

Exponentially.

"Yo! Shinon!" Stefan called out, beaming and waving his hand frantically. "I just heard the news! Keep your distance from Ike though for a bit…well, maybe a good millennia just incase…"

"You idiot!" the sniper roared, grabbing a clump of his hair and yanking him towards him so they were face to face. Stefan gulped as Shinon's eyes blazed with fury, his mouth twitching. "I have no feelings for the Queen. Rolf just interpreted what idiots clad in armour suggested."

Stefan cringed and blinked at the same time, hiding his sigh of relief when Shinon released his hair. He patted it down and shrugged.

"Still, Ike's scarier than you at the moment, so-."

A vein throbbing, eyebrow twitching, Shinon thumped a balled hand to his chest.

"SCARIER THAN ME! That's screwed up!"

"But Shinon-!"

He was ignored as a much ticked sniper brushed past him, face set with a murderous intent. Stefan's eyes snapped closed and he gulped when he heard Shinon's infuriated voice addressing Ike…

Funny That 7: Learning From Laguz; Blades Proposition

With an equally pulsating vein, Ike deigned to keep his cool, crossing his arms and repeating 'calm' like a mantra in his head. Shinon leaned forward; slamming his hands on the table, features stiff, save for his twitching brow.

"Listen you. I have absolutely NO feelings for Miss Prim, alright? I don't go fallin' for royalty like some dimwit such as yourself."

Eyebrow twitch

'Calm, calm, calm, calm-'

"Anyways, it ain't like you have a say in her decision. She doesn't know the calm pup has puppy luvvvvv for her."

Observing from the doorway, Stefan arched a brow amusedly, folding his arms across his chest.

'Oh, I disagree with it being puppy love Shinon.'

'CALM, CALM, calm, calm…'

"You're an idiot. Royals stay with royals and pups stay with pups. Why not try SOMEONE in your league?"

Stefan proceeded to sweatdrop. It almost sounded like he was flattering her in a way.

'CALM! CALM! CALM! CALM!'

"She's probably makin' out with that pompous-!"

Ike abruptly jumped to his feet, thwacking his own hands down on the table, completely opposite but near Shinon's. They had a stare down through gritted teeth, their eyes heated and interlocked. Titania, having recovered in her lapse of profession initiated her classic mature woman eyeroll, which sent Mist into giggle fits.

Stefan's sweatdrop enlarged, the branded swordmaster turned on his heel and walked curtly out of the room, frowning slightly.

Maybe it would be best he dropped some hints before Lethe's lesson…

Meanwhile, said Laguz had her hands threaded together, circled around her propped up legs ankle. She brooded at the space before her, her brows drawn together out of frustration.

When she felt a hand gently fall in place upon her shoulder, she almost jerked forward but retained her stature, glancing fierily over her shoulder when recognition from his touch flowed through her body.

Ranulf gave a hearty smile, though it was somewhat tainted with a strange weakness she found herself narrowing her eyes at. He signed, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully, before he withdrew his hand and knuckled it, placing it on his hip. His other arm is left to dangle freely by his side and his features lighten up. Lethe hid her relieved smile well. It seemed he was back to normal.

"Hey Lethe? I'm going down to that river so I can see the sunset and stuff later. Do you wanna…aw, I dunno. Come?"

After his question he hummed to himself, shuffling his feet uneasily as he averted his gaze from her piercing eyes. Albeit she wouldn't deny the slightest tinge of pink upon her face, Lethe was most definitely not blushing.

No really, she wasn't.

"Yeah, I suppose." She replied, schooling her expression to that of bored indifference. When she caught his widened eyes, the blush on her face which wasn't a blush deepened and spread.

"Don't get any ideas! I just…I've not seen a sunset before and…"

"Y-yeah. That's the only reason I invited you. C'-cause…you're a friend and you haven't seen the sunset, so…yeah…"

He heard the laguz give a long and resigned sigh, before he heard her climb to her feet, staring at him. He eyed her warily, greeted with an arched brow.

"Ranulf?"

"Y-yeah?" he spluttered, still rather unsure of his situation.

"Where did you put that book?"

Funny That Seven: Learning From Laguz; Blades Proposition!

"Stefan? Where have you been?" the brunette enquired curiously, raising delicate eyebrows at him. The branded smiled sweetly at Mist, while on the inside his mind was trying to calculate a way to get her off his case. If she found out she'd tell Ike and the generally calm general, who hadn't really been retaining his cool lately would snap…and snap his neck in the process.

"I went to the little swordmaster's room." He explained, kneeling down to ruffle her hair. He noticed with glee at the disgusted face she made that the little girl was buying it. Mist pulled his hand away gently, before flashing him a worried look.

"Are you ok Stefan? You've sure been going there a lot. Are you well?"

His smiled broadened and the ruffling of her turned to patting.

"Yeah I'm dandy. I just ate too much fish today. Damn things don't agree with me."

A wide smile broke out on the girls face and she gave Stefan a big hug. He noted she had quite the grip, as he couldn't breathe and his face turned blue. Apparently, the hug bug was contagious, because from seeing Mist give him a bear hug, Mia had approached from behind and mimicked her moves. As you would have expected from a fully developed female, the hug was more powerful…

Rhys was observing the scene with a small smile, while Oscar looked rather blankly at it. Soren frowned at them, before walking curtly to them, his 'serious' face in place.

"Have any of you seen the book I gave Lethe?" he quizzed sternly, looking to and fro either of them to see if he could track deception. The three blinked bemusedly at him and chorused;

"Book?"

Soren muttered something under his breath before walking off in a brisk manner, an agitated air about him.

"I'll see you later Stefan!" Mist chirruped, releasing the swordmaster. She waved at Mia, who waved frantically back with a large grin on her face. She proceeded to skip off, humming the song she had learned from her mother. Stefan meanwhile was trying to unwind a persistent Mia from around him. He'd thought he had the advantage when she removed one arm from around him, but she'd given him a dangerous glare which said 'I'm cuddling you and I'm in a cuddly mood but if you don't want me in a cuddly mood you're going about it the right way.'

He gulped and paled and complied with her.

Mist had paused and was looking back at Stefan, who was currently enduring Mia's fast questions quiz, where if he didn't answer quickly she may have broken his arm, which a large grin on her face nonetheless.

She tapped her index finger against her chin, brows slanting ever so slightly.

Who did Stefan think he was fooling? What had he been up to?

There was the royal's bathroom, generals (Ike's) the armies and guests.

There was no swordmaster's!

Funny That Seven: Learning From Laguz; Blades Proposition!

"What is it Elincia darling!" Andrew gushed, earning a sweatdrop and a strangled chuckle from the Queen.

Regaining her composure briefly, her eyes scanned down her large orange dress and Andrew found she was brooding. Running a hand through her green hair (at which she was repulsed but she had to be polite, so she only twitched and cursed inwardly) he followed her eyes and pouted.

"Elincia darling! What ever is the matter? Do you need some…healing?"

He winked at her.

Back in the classroom, Ike felt like puking for some strange reason.

Elincia's eyes widened and she paled, before crimson settled onto her features.

'Come on. Only for a few moments. I must refrain from assault...Royalty and homicides really do not mix in times of peace.'

"I need no 'healing' of any sort Sir Andrew." She grinded out, hands clenching and unclenching by her sides.

He sniffled uncharacteristically, before he plopped down besides her, giving her a charming grin which was apparently 'hot' to many women in the area. The only thing hot about it, the Queen mused, was the fact her insides burned with disgust. She figured this was not the 'hot' those poor young women vouched for.

She decided that getting back onto the topic of why she was distressed was a good idea to distract his dirty mind.

"My…dress," she sighed dejectedly, smothering down the ridiculous frills, "I utterly despise it, yet I must wear it."

"Why?" Andrew placed a hand on her shoulder, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

"Well," she began, eyes flitting to the dull coloured sky, "father said orange was a resemblance to sunshine and that sunshine brightened the day. He said that when I was little and then his mother died. He asked me to wear it at her funeral and I did. Of course, it was a smaller version." She explained, seeing the confusion adorn his features. He nodded with understanding and motioned for her to continue.

"And…because father wanted me to wear it…I did, always and I got used to it…but he's not here now."

Andrew saw the sad and dejected flash in her eyes and pulled her in a hug, ignoring the Queen's surprised yelp.

"Its ok," He said soothingly, nuzzling her hair. "I know it hurts, but you can change dresses now."

Sweatdropping, Elincia squirmed out of his grasp, inhaling a deep breath and promptly exhaling it.

How long until that darn meeting?!

Funny That Seven: Learning From Laguz; Blades Proposition!

Of course, ridiculous orange dresses hadn't been the only thing on her mind. Certain blue haired generals with magic swords had been at the back. She'd felt a lot of emotions for the young general. Not that she romanced a lot, but she was intelligent enough to realise she had fallen.

Hard.

And of all the people in the world-

Him.

Of course, last night had puzzled her greatly.

She'd retired to her room, to find a large and odd book resting upon her bead. She wasn't nosy, but her interest had been piped and she could prevent herself from scooping it up into her pale hands and flicking through it. Or rather turning to the first page and reading every word over twice.

She'd read a short paragraph.

"Hey, why are you waiting for me?"

Stefan grinned at the younger boy he had sparred with and trained during the later days in the war campaign against Daein.

"Waiting to help you more so!"

Ike blinked in confusion, blue eyes holding this emotion clearly. He shook his head slightly, as if dismissing what he had just heard. "Ike, I know your deepest, darkest secret that you are not even aware is your deepest darkest secret yet."

Ike scratched the back of his head thoughtfully, before he gave Stefan a defiant look. Surely he didn't mean that Ike read Mist and Rolf bed time stories every night, if that got out, he'd never hear the end of it from Boyd…

…But Stefan had said he himself did not know what it was. This perplexed Ike. If he was not in knowledge of his deepest darkest secret, how on earth was Stefan? The questions in Ike's head was giving him pains, so he refrained from thinking on what it was until Stefan revealed it to him.

"Your high feelings for Elincia."

Shock shot across Ike's face. He'd sworn he had heard that exact line and recalled it like it was yesterday, though then he finally remembered he had heard it about a minute ago and he had been the one to say it. Or rather, the logical part of him anyway…

"What…high feelings?" Ike replied accusingly in a higher voice than he had intended. Stefan's brow rose yet again in amusement at Ike's actions.

"Your high feelings."

"What feelings?"

"Ha, ha. You really are dense at some things."

"Wha? Who are you calling dense?"

"You Ikey boy."

"I'm not dense, I swear! If you disagree…"

"I had my Vague Katti refurbished recently."

"Gah! Who cares!?"

"Hmm…interesting. Usually, that makes people back off. You're awfully touchy in the discussion of your high feelings for Elincia, y'know."

"WHAT HIGH FEELINGS?" Ike exclaimed.

Silence.

Stefan shook his head, humming to himself gently and trying not to laugh.

Sweat was coming down Ike at 90 miles an hour and he couldn't turn around to face a certain person whom he felt gaping at him.

"Ano…my Lord Ike?"

Tensing, but realising he could not ignore her now, he turned to find the source of the angelic voice to his ears, staring at him with concern glittering in her brown eyes. He smiled at Elincia, though it was strained and she knew.

"Yes, please don't worry Queen Elincia, I am fine."

Elincia continued staring at him in doubt, before nodding slowly and being dragged off to meet with suitors. Ike hated being so formal with her in public, but then again they had not met just as themselves since Crimea was restored. Ike sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Making her do things she was absolutely new to, making her work hard, and dragging her off to meet suitors…

At this thought his fingers dug into his scalp. He wrenched his hand out of his hair. Stefan's face lit up with inquisitiveness as he watched the way Ike's eyes now darkened. He grinned, knowing exactly what had crossed his mind.

Ike focused once more on Stefan, who had his eyes closed and was humming again. He appeared to be musing, and Ike, aggravated by his own thoughts, was now too fed up to play games and wait for the answer. "Stefan! Give me an answer to your riddle!"

Moments past until Stefan opened one of his eyes and peeked up at Ike, a sly grin on his face. Ike was definitely agitated. But, there was something to draw out of him first…

"Ike, y'know, there is this young prince called Andrew..,'

"LOOK. Stefan, just answer..,"

"I heard he is one of Elincia's suitors..,'

"(Slams hand down on table) Look, this is something I don't need to be thinking about…"

"I heard Elincia really likes him…"

"STEF..!"

Ike abruptly halted, disbelief on his face while Stefan sat there, looking confused and concerned for Ike on the outside, though his eyes were glimmering with mischief.

"Ike?"

Ike promptly sat down, a blank expression on his face. Stefan sighed, shaking his head. It would take Ike only a few more moments to…

"WHAT! How the heck could she like a suitor! She's not meant to like the suitors! She's meant to like her gallant knight in shining armour! Its how all the fairy tales end! It's…"

"Jealousy." Stefan finished for him in a sing song voice, grinning from head to toe.

A dumb founded look graced his features as he leant back into his chair, gazing in a dazed manner at the ceiling, before looking back at Stefan with the same expression.

"I'm…jealous?"

Stefan nodded vigorously.

Ah well, so it was a page. No big deal.

Before her mind could process what she was seeing, a rather large picture of an angry Ike and meek Stefan had been drawn. Her eyes widened as her finger absently landed on the drawing, traces over the rough texture. It looked so, so-

Life like.

But then, who would write about Ike and…

She felt heat rise to her cheeks.

But then her brows furrowed.

Where had this book come from? And what…

Her train of thought halted when a piece of paper slipped out of it, settling on her quilt. She gawked down at it, before placing the book on the bed and picking the paper up. She unfolded it and was met with a hurried scrawl. Someone had been cheery when they wrote this.

Come meet me at the palace garden tonight. I will explain everything Elincia. I doubt you'll be disappointed. Seven o'clock sharp, hmmk?

The letter was considerably short, but it was to the point. She frowned lightly, before falling back onto her bed and sighing.

It was funny that after she'd declined Andrew (politely) she'd had to deal with strange things such as these.

Tsuzuku

A/N: Two chapters to go : ) And we have some Boyd Titania in the next chapter. Course, now I have to start plotting the sequel properly :sweatdrop: