|POR: Fun with Blueberries!
Author: DJ Kouji-slice PM
Soren, Ike, Oscar, other characters. Soren is the butt of a Greil deal... litteraly...Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 17,748 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 11-05-06 - Published: 02-26-06 - id: 2819961
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Disclaimer: FIRE EMBLEM and all its RESPECTED characters and IDEAS belong to its RIGHTFUL OWNERS. Fire Emblem does NOT belong to the likes of me.
Notice: This is centric to "Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance" for the Nintendo Gamecube. Getting about halfway through the game should do you fine, there's not a lot of spoilage, especially since I never really touch too many in-game details. It's mostly its own little story and thing. It also contains characters you collect in battle, so lets hope you successfully nabbed them. Thank you for your time.
Shall we get started then...?
Its just... hah a little crush... crush (AN: a song... it came on in my keyboarding class and decided it should work haha... yeah weird)
The Greil Mercenaries groaned as Mist ran around with her wand perked up in her grip. Rhys was briskly on the move as well, even though he just returned from battle himself. Their whines echoed ever so more as they ached in their worn muscles. Mist's little boots clamped along the deck and stopped whatever bleeding she could. Rhys, with the advanced skills he had, would pass by with just the sleek wift of his white robe and the soldier's breathe would calm to a dull relief.
"Sir Rhys, you exhaust yourself!" ,Elincia protested as she walked out to the garden of her guardians. Only now the flowers bled.
"No matter m'lady, I am already weary, but I feel that these fighters have lost a lot more energy... I am determined to work hard... I don't want to be useless." ,he answered, with the politest smile he could conjure in this shadowed moment. Elincia could almost see a little black rain cloud above his head.
"Have I not told you my good man Rhys, that you are a remedy on the battlefield? Why, your skills are practically- no necessary for our conquer of the enemy!" ,Ike patted Rhys back roughly, in a way to show he saw him stronger then just sickly, as he was when a bed-ridden boy.
"Ah... Thank you... sir Ike." ,Rhys nodded with a content feeling in his abilities and rushed to the next moaning individual. Elincia frowned a little, and put it in her mind to remember to never disregard Rhys again. She looked to Ike for a small scolding, but he paid it not heed.
"Lord Ike, what do you observe?" ,she questioned his stare to the sky's setting gaze.
"Ah, nothing at all princess." , Ike then horizontally turned his body, using his shoulders as leeway of getting through the cuddled people in his path. Elincia watched as he waned to a silhouette against the sun's bright radiance. Ike spread his fingers about his palms, and set them forcibly on the wood edge of the ship. The second, smaller shadow-framed figure looked up in reaction, then looked down quickly. Ike locked his elbows as he stood taller then the brim, and considerably towered over his neighbor, who was somewhat height challenged.
"Soren... usually you report me a battle status before now-"
"Ah! Yes well..." ,Soren shook his head, "... we suffered no losses and only minor casualties. We fought... excellently-"
"Ha, I like the way you say that. Just the way it rolls off the tongue..." ,Ike looked up into the wind as it brushed sweetly through his hair, cooling his scalp, "Excellently! ...-Soren... your dazed... is there something the matter?" ,Ike closed his eyes, but the light still shone through his eyelids, even if it was becoming dull as it was setting. He lifted his shoulders and sighed a heavy breathe off his chest, then relaxed his shoulder blades.
"Soren...?" ,Ike attempted for the mage's attention, but in vain, "Soren? Soren?"
Soren awoke a little, but only to listen to his name being chanted in sub conscience. A nudge was what made him snap back into reality.
"Okay, what's going DOWN man?"
"Pardon me...?" ,Soren looked confused.
"I mean, please Soren, enlighten me with what might be troubling you?" ,Ike asked, leaning down and resting his elbows on the edge.
"Oh... it's nothing... " ,Soren's sight was stuck on Ike's glistening eyes. His blue hair was coated with the warm sun's glow. He stared into Ike's Indigo pupils, mesmerized my their florescent charm.
"Soren, don't make me worry..." ,Ike made a soft smile, only adding more effect to Soren's hypnotizing picture.
"I won't." ,Soren nodded, turning with one foot out in a prominent step. Ike watched Soren strut towards a cabin door with a proud stature. Yeah, like that was going to convince the Greil Mercenaries' new head honcho.
The next day...
'Don't be ridiculous!" ,Boyd snarfed as food shot out of his opening mouth and back on his plate.
"You were whining like a girl..." ,Rolf mumbled to himself, somewhat giggling.
"I heard that! I'm no more of a girl than Oscar!"
"What was that...?" ,a voice asked from behind him.
"I said Oscar is a pussy- ah! I mean-" ,Boyd's eyes went wide and body stiff to the sight of his older brother looming down at his scruffy, crumbed self.
"He holds great prowess." ,A hand laid on Boyd's shoulder.
"Dang, the way you talk Ike, why are you growing up before me?"
"Rolf has even grown up before you." ,Oscar sighed, putting a hand on his own forehead, then mumbled, "I think a dog might of taken a leak in the gene pool."
"What was that?" ,Boyd was about to leap at Oscar, but Rolf's soft young voice reached everyone's ears with a squeak.
"It's because he now holds a big responsibility!" ,the big word wettened and slipped on his tongue. Boyd gave a questionable gaze, Ike a solemn one, and Oscar a concerned one.
"Yes. He holds great burden." ,Oscar noted to the small group, placing a finger softly on his chin. The environment made Ike nervous, and he turned to notice another being to target, which in turn was Zihark.
"Zihark!" ,he called prominently, sounding like a bird caw by the way Zihark's name coughs from one's throat. Zihark turned with a calm stature from his dazed state, for he was interrupted in a session of daydreams.
"Are you quite alright?" ,Ike asked him, looking thoroughly at the other swordsman with shifting over eyes. Zihark nodded nervously and turned back, trying to protest the strong eye contact. Ike just sighed, glancing quickly back at his previous scene, seeing that the brothers had separated themselves as well to converse with other soldiers.
"Ha! Rival! I have my eyes on you!" ,Kieran put two fingers to his eyes and back at Oscar. A large sweat drop formed on the back of Oscar's head as he turned back to Titania.
"I think that Ike is progressing well, you can see he's devoted with the grief of his father..."
"As are you miss..." ,Oscar narrowed his eyes, showing he knew of her sorrow as well. She looked down, but quickly met back up with him and smiled softly in thanks for his concern.
Meanwhile, in the Captain's cupboard...
"This will be a longer sail then expected Sir Soren, now that you want to change course..."
"I understand Nasir, but we must meet with Ranulf and the way we are going will be too difficult, especially with our threat from the last battle. Ranulf has probably caught on before us that we are going to have to change direction." ,Soren sounded somewhat desperate, but didn't want to come off as too frail. He wanted to give off a demeaning overture, but this favor was sincerely needed.
"There's... a price..." ,Nasir smoothed his slender finger along his handsome lips.
"How much...?" ,Soren looked up at him with question, nervous against Nasir's natural elegance. Nasir stepped closer to Soren, narrowing his plotting eyes. Soren stepped back and paused, biting his lower lip. Nasir closed in, standing considerably taller than Soren. Soren stumbled back, letting his lip go with a gasp as he hit the desk. Nasir's claws smoothed on Soren's curved sides and released to hit his palms on the desk behind the youthful mage.
Nasir has Soren trapped as he was hushed with confusion. Soren looked back at his large hands nervously, they were so beautiful, but now held a psychological grip on him. Soren left his neck open as Nasir leaned his with his long chin and breathed along it. Soren turned back knocking his soft check against the other. Nasir's hand reached up and smoothed along Soren's face.
"This... is your price...?" ,the word price sounded so villainous now, as it hissed like a snake from in-between his teeth.
The next day...
Ike was putting some newly bought weapons in some boxes for the next battle. Dust rattled up at him, causing him to sneeze a considerable amount of times.
"Bless you." ,an unsuspecting voice hummed. Ike jumped, throwing his sword up in a fighting stance. He didn't expect anyone else was down there, until Volke stepped from out of the shadow.
"On edge, are we?" ,Volke questioned with his rugged voice and breathe that smelt like rum. Ike slowly let the sword down and blew air at his hair from his pouting lips.
"Where are you all the time? Mist still thinks your starving somewhere." ,Ike set a hand on his hip and lifted one eyebrow. His girly pose re-summoned his teenager look.
"Oh, doing my own thing." ,he bluntly stated and walked away.
"Hm, wonder what that means." ,Ike mumbled to himself, walking away with no care. It was just best to leave Volke to his own business. But before completing his walk out he remembered a bit of advice Titania gave him: Get to know your team members. Well, it wasn't something he felt was needed to be bothered with right now, and carried his procrastination with him up the stairs. There were crew members he cared more about anyways.
In Soren's room...
He looked down at his writing. The words were like curling serpents, trapped between cage bars. Some curled over the bars and bit at others in the next cage. Soren couldn't even concentrate on what he was writing anymore, just kept rereading what he already had. He finished the last of his editing with his feather-ink pen and slowly shut the book. He spread his hand on the velvet cover, petting it and watching it get darker as he pet up and lighter as he pet down.
He sat back in his wood chair, only to trigger a sore muscle on his rump. Then a thought came to his mind that he had almost forgot.
"That's right... Nasir is a laguz... no wonder he did it doggy-style..." ,Soren whined as he got off his seat while rubbing his bottom. As he was about to throw himself onto his bed, a knock came to the door. Soren just continued his leap, and on his land allowed the stranger entrance.
The door creaked open as light illuminated and sound cascaded into the dim room. Soren put his hands on his head and kept his face flat on his mattress. he couldn't care who it was, because they were leaving soon. The door shut, abruptly ending all the chaos and brought calm back into the atmosphere. Prominent footsteps waltzed across the wooden floor, closer and closer to Soren. Soren groaned, couldn't even introduce themselves, could they?
Hands rubbed up Soren's back with relevant strength, "You are still stressed aren't you?" Soren wanted to sit up in surprise, but the way this anonymous person moved their palms on his shoulder blades, he was too relaxed to do anything but give long pleased hums. He felt his world drifting to a black sleep as his body rocked from the motion.
He felt so good all of the sudden that good thoughts drifted in his mind. He wanted to dream of Ike, yes that would be nice. He had a lot of confidence in the boy, which caused him to secretly favor him. Hell, he took it up the ass for him.
"That's right, just breathe." ,wow did this guy know how to calm a man or what. Soren gave a cute soft smile to himself before losing all his competence in reality. Suddenly, the swaying stopped. No, not yet, he hadn't fallen asleep! He flipped over, like he had a burst of regained energy, and to his astonishment there was a surprising face.
Who could it be? Well lets see what happens if it where different people...
contestant number one!
"BROM? WTF?" ,Soren felt very disturbed.
"What? I'm a family man, I just cared for you as I would care for one of my children." ,Brom smiled. Soren quivered...
Okay... contestant number two!
"Nephenee?" ,Soren was somewhat surprised. A new member of the team, now she looked even more lake a lance-wielding babe!
We can do better than that... contestant number three!
"Rhys...?" ,Soren tilted his head.
"If battle has made you weary, you know who to see." ,Rhys nodded kindly.
That was a nice one, but lets see what Contestant four has...
"GATRIE?" ,Soren was set aback.
"ANAL PENETRATION!" ,Gatrie hollered, holding up his Iron lance. Soren screamed bloody murder.
... no comment.
Well there you are, a first chapter! The next is going to be good, with some more humor and stuff, so don't miss it! It will also reveal the actual ending. It's now time for me to take a bathroom break, catch you all later!