Note: Before I start this vocabulary word, there's something I want to address.

To the anon asking for requests, at first, I said no to it, but after mulling it over to myself, I decided: YEP! Requests are definitely open! I have only fifty words on my challenge list (I'll post it on my profile. Check it out if you like!) so I'll happily accept requests till we've reached 100. I also have made a list of what pairings or just one character I'll use for each of the words I chosen on my list, but I really don't like how I just go with ONE character in a LOT of the words I'm using (I'm more of a shipper LOL), so here's a small "application" you should fill out in your review so I could decide if I should accept your request. Failure to correctly fill it out means I can't accept, so read carefully!

Pairing:

Vocabulary Word (with its type (as in: is it an adjective? Noun? Verb? Etc.) and its definition):

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Summary for the Vocab Word (feel free to leave this blank if you want me to decide what to write!):

I'll also allow pairings with Miis in it. If you have a pairing with your Mii in it, please fill this extra application as well:

Name:

Gender:

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Anyway, if you have any requests on a ship and a vocabulary word, let me know via PM or review! :)

Without further ado...ENJOY!

4. Tactile

Tactile – adjective: of or connected with the sense of touch.

Pairing/Character: Male Robin (Reflet) x Cloud (friendship)

Reflet never forgot that fateful day. He and Chrom went out to get some groceries as a small task for the Hands, since apparently Kirby, Wario, and Yoshi raided the kitchen last night (again). It was supposed to be an easy job...until assassins ambushed them. Reflet knew who they were: judging from their appearances and the way they battled, they were from Plegia, and they wanted Chrom's head. Chrom did managed to fight off only a few of them until he was taken down (but not dead). Reflet took his place, protecting Chrom at all times as he fought the assassins off, either killing them or made them fled from the scene.

However, one assassin came behind Reflet, and Chrom called out for his friend to look behind him.

It was too late.

When Reflet turned to face the would-be killer, the Plegian raised his axe and slashed Reflet across the face...and into both of his eyes. Chrom, with the strength he had left, managed to run the man off, but Reflet went down, holding his cut up face before blacking out.

He'd never open both of his eyes again after that.

Dr. Mario checked on Reflet's wounds, and stated that he'd lived...but he was unable to save Reflet's eyesight. Reflet became blind in both eyes, and because of the disgusting scars that his injuries left behind, he was forced to wear a blue headband around his eyes (which Roy gifted him; he said he had a collection of headbands) so to not scare the younger Smashers with his scars.

Although he managed to live through the ordeal, Reflet still had nightmares of losing both his eyes, and he wished that he was quicker to avoid the attack that stole it from him. Chrom, of course, thanked his best friend for saving his life, but that didn't change the fact that Reflet would be blinded for the rest of his life.

He had since avoided everyone in the Mansion; not even his sister, Robin, and Chrom were able to crack him out of his shell. To them, the white-haired Tactician became a recluse, and there was absolutely nothing they could do to get him back out of that.

That was, until a new Smasher arrived.

Reflet was stumbling around, still not used to his surroundings without his eyesight. He realized at times that he could hear from a longer distance than when he had his sight: he could even hear someone making smoothies from the Smash Cafeteria to his own room. In fact, his sharper hearing picked up footsteps coming up to him. He turned his head towards the sound, but he didn't move until someone bumped into him.

"Hey, careful there!" a deep voice spoke. Reflet tilted his head, not recognizing the voice at all. Who was this?

"S-sorry..." he whispered as he tried to feel his way around. He still hadn't developed tactile senses, so he ended up touching the stranger in...some inappropriate places.

"HEY!" the voice cried out in surprise before he pushed Reflet to the wall. "Don't touch me there!"

"M-my apologies, s-sir!" Reflet cried, trying to find a way to escape from the other man's rage. Instead, he kept bumping into some walls as he tried to feel his way from the other man.

He didn't see it, but the other man raised an eyebrow. "Are...you okay?"

"Sorry," Reflet whispered. "I...can't see." He wasn't proud of pointing out his loss of sight, but he felt it was necessary as of why he touched the other man in such a private area. At least, he thought so, judging from the other's reaction.

The man frowned, staring at the Tactician. "Why are you blindfolded?" he asked. "Perhaps you could take it off so you could see."

"..." Reflet said nothing before he shook his head. If he could cry, he would right here, but since both his eyes were damaged severely to the point he was unable to produce tears, he just stood there. He looked down at his feet—even though he couldn't see them—as he spoke up, "I...lost my eyesight."

The man cringed, and immediately, he regretted his last actions. That could be why Reflet touched him; because of his lack of eyesight, he was unable to see where he was going.

"...Sorry," the man whispered. "I never knew."

"D-don't worry about it...I'm sorry for...well, you know."

The man frowned. Seeing how Reflet had been trying to find his way around, he had to do something. Granted, he never knew someone back in his world who was blinded by both eyes, but he was actually good friends with an older man who only had a long gun as one of his arms. He felt that he could help the white-haired man with his disability.

"I could help you with what you're going through," the man offered.

Reflet perked up as he looked in the opposite direction—he was still not used to finding voices in a certain direction. "That...that would be great...but—"

"I know a good friend who had a gun as one of his arms," the man spoke. "I don't know anyone personally who lost both their eyes, but I want to help the best as I could."

Reflet smiled widely. Whoever he was, he grew so happy to have met someone who wanted to help him get around. "Th-thank you...um..."

"Cloud Strife. I'm new around here," Cloud introduced himself.

Reflet would've widened his eyes if he still had them. This man was new around the Mansion, yet he wanted to help a total stranger? He seemed too nice...but Reflet didn't care. He was glad to have someone who understood him.

"I'm Reflet," Reflet introduced himself, a small smile on his face.

Since then, the two grew to become good friends. Cloud had helped him sharpen his other senses—his hearing, his tastes, and even his touches. Cloud said that even though he lost his sight, Reflet could still get around without it by using his other senses. Since Reflet hadn't used much of his other senses, Cloud guided him every step of the way. He even read to Reflet—since that was what Reflet missed the most when his eyes were destroyed. Cloud admitted that he wasn't an enthusiastic reader, but for the Tactician, he was willing to read even boring books to Reflet.

Months had passed, and Reflet managed to get around the Mansion. In fact, his most sharpened sense was touch. Thanks to Braille, which Cloud introduced him to, Reflet could tell what—or who—he was touching. His new tactile abilities had amazed even the villains of the Mansion. One time, when Reflet felt sparks on one Smasher's fur, he recognized Pikachu's soft body and played with the Electric type. When he wanted Cloud to read to him, he touched one of the books, and he recognized which one was which by the soft or hard covers he touched. Cloud was quite proud of his friend's success, and he felt that Reflet didn't need him anymore. However…

"Please stay," Reflet whispered. "You're important to me in my life. I wouldn't be able to get around without you. I hate to be a burden to you, but...I want to return the favor to you somehow."

Cloud smiled—which was extremely rare to see the blond having such an expression. Even though Reflet couldn't see it, he smiled back, knowing that his friend was having that expression.

"You can start by not giving up on yourself..." Cloud said as he grabbed Reflet's hand. "And to keep on working. Reflet, you're becoming better and better. When we met, I saw you were about to give up. But when we hung out together, I saw that you still wanted to work on yourself. I'm proud of how you've grown, Reflet. I'm glad to see you as one of my best friends..." Cloud trailed off when he said the last two words as memories flooded in his mind. He remembered how Zack, his best friend before his death, was there for him, even though Cloud had no idea how to fight or even do work. Zack was patient and kind, helping Cloud along the way. To Cloud, he was his best—and only—friend, and when Zack was killed, Cloud was heartbroken. Seeing Reflet, it...reminded him of how Zack had helped him. Although it wasn't the exact same scenario as Reflet's, Cloud had the feeling that wherever Zack was, he was smiling down at the blond, proud of his actions.

Reflet tackled him into a hug, laughing and smiling—which Cloud wanted to see after the trials the Tactician went through. "Thank you, Cloud...you're one of my best friends as well," Reflet whispered in Cloud's ear.

It was a friendship that would last a lifetime for both of them.

Constructive criticism is welcomed!