One Down, Two to Go

Chapter 1 of ?

Warnings: Shonen-ai and maybe even some yummy R-rated Yaoi later.

A/N: I was inspired by the amazing art of Splash on deviant art. She roxxors my soxxors. Fire emblem belongs to Nintendo.

A strong blow sent the sandy-haired thief backwards, hand clutching a large wound on his left shoulder, his corresponding hand covered in dark red blood, his only thought was: Pain, how much pain hurt. As the mercenary's sword raised above him to strike a final blow, something- a blurry streak of silver struck the mercenary in his stomach, truly cutting him in half, instantly causing the death of the mercenary, and since this battle was almost over, no other enemies came.

But the sandy-haired thief was collapsed and didn't get a good look at his savior before his already blurred vision turned to black, confirming his one question in this moment: Am I going to die?

Yet, to his astonishment, the answer was no, and he realized that he was inside the healing tent when he opened his eyes and looked at the beige coloration of the inside of the tent. He noticed that he was apparently the only one that had been very injured in that recent battle, because the only occupied cot was the one he currently rested on. To get a better look around the place, he tried to sit up, but a gentle hand on his uninjured shoulder pushed him back down. Following the arm that the hand was attached to, he looked into the (in his opinion, breathtaking) eyes of the swordsman of the plains, Guy, apparently the one who had saved him, who was currently sitting on his cot.

"Don't move, you're still hurt."

"Guy. ... Did you..."

"Only because I want it to count as a favor, it's nothing at all personal," retorted the swordsman, folding his arms.

The thief gave a slight smirk, but didn't make a smart reply as he normally would have, laying his head back on the pillow, "Alright, Guy. That's one favor."

The swordsman looked to him, blinking a few times, "Really?"

The sandy-haired thief nodded and raised his good hand to touch his injured shoulder, but the hand of the swordsman forced his hand back to it's position at his side, with a shake of his head, and then the thief noticed that Guy's hair was down, seeing the dark green cascade down his back, and the few strands over his shoulder. Then, he thought to ask him a question.

"Guy... How long have you been here?"

"How long do you think? Since I rescued you, I was the one stuck carrying you from the battlefield, and since Priscilla said it would be a while until you woke up, so I hung around and waited... For two days."

" ... Two days?" The thief's eyes closed for a moment, then he looked to Guy. "Why did you hand around so long?"

"I wanted to talk to you about the favor thing."

The thief's expression turned slightly glummer, and his eyes opened, fell upon guy, then looked away. " ... That's it?"

"Why else would I want to talk to you?"

The thief was silent, and then he looked to Guy, almost smirking, teasing him a little, "Then why haven't you left yet?"

The swordsman blinked a few times, blushed, and quickly stood up.

"N-no reason. Just... Didn't want to... I'm leaving!" Guy said, huffing, and quickly exiting the tent. The thief looked near where he sat and chuckled.

"Guy. ... You left your sword," he said nonchalantly right as the swordsman disappeared out the tent... Then the tent flaps opened again and Guy walked in, snatched his sword, and walked right back out of the tent, rather flustered.

The thief let his eyes drift closed, chuckling softly, and saying to himself, "You still owe me two favors..."

Outside the tent, guy found his way, and was sitting in a tree, leaning against the trunk. "What the hell is wrong with me..." he said, sighing softly. "Grr... Matthew... Why do you make me feel this way now? Stupid-"

"Guy! Lunch is done! Come and eat!" shouted the cavalier-turned-cook, facing... The wrong direction. Still, the shout shocked Guy out of his la-la land thoughts and onto the ground.

"...Ow."

The thoroughly winded swordsman clambered up and, sighing and running his hand through his hair, eventually made his way to the little campfire where Lowen always cooked the food, plopping down, by himself, on the little rock that only yesterday, the thief claimed as his and Guy's. He started eating and couldn't help glancing towards where the thief sat at breakfast before the battle, and imagining him sitting there...

"Guy? What are you looking at?"

"A-ah! Nothing!" he hurried to reply, face flushing slightly, before he quickly looked to his plate and started eating slightly. But he found himself thinking of Matthew...

He was one of the first ones to be done with his food, so he stood and placed his plate in the small area Lowen had named the disposal area, and started walking back to his tent.

"Oh, Guy!"

He turned to the cook.

"Could you take some food to Matthew since you're already done?"

The myrmidon groaned slightly, but nodded walking over and taking the prepared plate of food, and heading towards the tent.

A/N: God, they;re so OoC... I've not played in forever. XX Forgive me...