A/N: Alright, this goes back to the actual story. Ch. 4 was just sorta…there.
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The voice was muffled, but Ike heard it clearly enough to identify the owner.
Micaiah?
Suddenly Ike found himself back on the ground in the Tower of Guidance. He shot up in alarm.
What the hell…? Was that even real?
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a smaller form pressing itself against him, and he looked to see Micaiah holding him tightly, mumbling something inaudible. Needless to say, the body contact left Ike rather speechless.
"U-Uh, M-Micaiah, are you, uh, okay?" he asked.
She didn't move, but she spoke more clearly now.
"Ike…I…I thought you were gone…" she said softly.
Looking down, Ike realized that his body was unmarked.
"Micaiah, did you do this? Healing those sort of injuries takes too much energy."
"I-I had help from Rhys! It wasn't that bad…"
Ike looked toward the unconscious Saint, and Micaiah heard him grumble something about a "real pair of retards." When she realized who he meant, she couldn't help but laugh, happy that Ike had made it through. She helped him to his feet, and with a look around, he seemed uninjured. He briefly removed his shirt to check further, and once he put it back on, he noticed that Micaiah had turned nearly as red as the blood.
"What's the matter…?" he asked in a sly tone.
"N-No! I-I wasn't! Seriously!
"Whatever you say, Micaiah." Ike was slightly embarrassed himself.
"Uh…Ike?"
"What's the problem, Rhys?"
"Why do you have grass stains on the back of your shirt?"
Grass stains…? Ike looked back and surely enough, the green stains were visible.
How in the…? Ike started to think before it hit him.
No way…That was just a dream.
Ike began walking towards the next staircase, a bewildered expression on his face. Rhys announced to the rest of the Chosen Ones that Ike was fine and ready for battle, and after a brief cheer, the group got up, ready to climb higher in the tower.
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A certain red-haired Marksman thought his sigh of relief had gone thankfully unnoticed, until he noticed Lyre snickering at him.
"W-What are you laughing about, sub-human?" Shinon asked.
"Oh, come on. Don't even try to say it. You don't hate the commander, do you?" she teased.
"S-Shut up! I do so hate him!" How could that sub-human make him feel so mad and yet…so strange at the same time?
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do-
Lyre's accusation was cut short by the Commander of the Crimean Knights driving his new Wishblade into the ground with a cry of "Shut the hell up, both of you!"
They relented and got ready to move, but as they left, Shinon used his evilest glare, normally reserved for Gatrie, on Lyre. The glare she shot back was a mixture of pure evil and…He had no clue.
Stupid sub-human…
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As the group climbed yet another set of stairs, Nolan glanced towards Micaiah. She was still staring at the commander, but there was something else…
"Still spying on the young lovers?" Sothe spat.
"No, it's not young love. I myself would say that it's…evolved."
This was not what Sothe needed to hear.
"Grrr….NOOOOLAAAAAN!"
He was shocked by a Wishblade being thrust into the ground with a cry of "Shut the hell up!" He looked up meekly.
"S-Sorry, Geoffrey…"
The blue-haired bringer of justice grabbed his Wishblade and rode forward, prepared to shut more people up.
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"Um, Ike?"
"Micaiah, for the last time, I know you weren't looking at my chest!"
When the army heard the words Micaiah, looking, and chest in the same sentence, all heads immediately turned toward the silver haired girl, who turned even redder than before. She turned back to Ike, trying to ignore them.
"N-No! I was going to say that we forgot about Yune!"
Silence, and then…
"Oh yeah…"
Ike couldn't believe it. He had forgotten all about her! Of course, he preferred Micaiah, but he knew the goddess probably had to help.
"Well, why don't you let her use your body? But only for a second." Ike said.
"O-Ok…" Only for a second? Could that mean…
Micaiah was interrupted from her thoughts by the familiar feeling of Yune's presence overtaking her own…
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A/N: Ugh. That chapter was awful. Reviews appreciated.