DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fire Emblem.
(FE7) .. :D
I needed to do another one of these so bad. Bleh. Oh, by the way, I got FE7 along with 10 too so yaayy FE7 and 10
So, um, idea was kinda sorta incredibly random and I just had to write it down. Of course, that's how most of them turn out anyway.
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Story Number Eight- Illness and Mishaps
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It was a rather pleasant day for most. For others, however, it wasn't much so. A day of rest is nice, but for those who caught the strange spring illness that was going around, well, some would rather be fighting then having to deal with the unusual virus. At least it didn't last too long.
"Guy, go away. I mean it."
"But, K-Karel, you don't look so well... you sure you don't want me to maybe, uh, do something about it?"
"I already told you what you can do: go away."
Guy didn't respond, but instead watched as the swordmaster in front of him doubled over once again, clutching his stomach in preparation for another possible fit of vomiting. The green-haired myrmidon decided to leave the room at this point, either to look for help or to look for something else to do just to kill time; his concern for his current teacher proved to be too much, however, so he went with the first option.
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"Awww... come on, hold still! If you got worse and died I wouldn't know what do with myself!"
"Serra, it was only once! I threw up only once, and that was last night! Let go of me, I'm fine... !"
"And how am I supposed to know that, huh??"
The shouts coming from inside of the room of the inn made Guy rather reluctant to enter it, but this was his only choice. Trying to make sure nothing he saw was too explicit for his young mind, he knocked the door. To his relief, nothing too mature was going on; Serra was just being Serra again. Erk was the one to answer the door, obviously wanting very badly to get out. "What do you want?" He asked, "You heard all of the shouting, I assume?"
Before Guy could answer the mage's question, there came a rather high-pitched squeal. "Eeeee! Guy, Erk's sick! Don't get too close--"
"Serra, I told you, I'm fine!" The noticably irritated mage shouted, "Gahhh!" Erk shoved the rather bewildered myrmidon out of the way and bolted out of the doorway.
"Erk, wait.. !" Serra was about to go after him, but stopped when she reached Guy and sighed. Then she grinned again and muttered, "He'll be back. They always come back.. I am irrisistable, anyway."
"Uhh.."
"Oh, Guy! Right!" The hyperactive cleric chirped. She turned to Guy and asked, "Soo, what did you come here for, anyway?"
"Ah.. well," The boy replied, stratching his head slightly, "Karel's got the sickness that's going around. Think you could, uh, help.. ?"
"Ahh, really? Well, don't worry! I'll be there right away!" Serra rushed to the back of the room, and Guy could hear her rummaging through supplies. He started to whistle a random tune as he waited for the girl to finish; once she did, the last thing he could comprehend afterwards was being grabbed by the arm and tugged out of the room. Damn, that girl was rough.
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Guy waited paitently outside of Karel's room for Serra to finish the treatment. He found it odd that the occasional protests that had been coming from the sick swordmaster had stopped suddenly throughout the middle of it; one would have guessed that the cleric was murdered hence Karel's personality, but Guy knew him better than that- he only did that to worthy opponents. Of course, that girl was someone to be reckoned with.
"I'm do-one!" The cleric sang, shutting the door rather slowly and quietly. Guy gave the woman a rather peculiar look.
"Uhh, so, how is he doing.. ?"
"Ah.. he'll be fine. He's sleeping right now... it took him a while to cooperate, but it all eventually worked out."
".. Huh?"
Serra giggled. "Now, where did Erk go.. ?" She sprinted past the bewildered Guy, off into the east hall of the inn.
-end-
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Story nine is coming soon. Lawl Serra.
