Hello everybody! After taking a little break, I have now returned with a new multi-chapter fic.

Oscar: …

FireEdge: You're supposed to cheer.

Oscar: Oh, sorry. Huzzah!

FireEdge: Anyway, I decided that I wanted to try out something new. To be precise, I wanted to try and write an AU story. Also, this was GOING to be first person, but then I wasn't sure if I could keep it up for so long… My only warning is that this story is going to be… not too deep. I'm aiming for a romantic comedy kinda feel (with that slight hint of drama, you know?) so don't think too much while you're reading, hmm?

Oscar: So kick back, relax and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem.

In Fourteen Days

Day 1

Friday, October 13

I still can't believe that Dad's making me stay at Haar's! I'm sixteen, for Ashera's sake! I've been fine by myself before. Why couldn't he just get Mrs. Williams to check on me everyday and leave it at that? It's worked fine for the past three years! Now I'm stuck in this pigsty of an apartment with Haar. Does he even care that I'm staying with a man that ISN'T family? ALONE?! I mean, sure, he's pretty much as close to us as that, but it's still different! I don't know HOW I'm going to survive these two weeks…

—Jill

"You want me to do what?" Haar asked, his eyes now wide open. Moments before he had been dozing off, but what Shiharam just said caught his attention; and not in a good way.

"I need you to watch Jill for me while I'm gone. So, I'd like you to let her stay at your place. It's big enough," the other man answered.

"That's not the point! Why can't I just check on her once in a while? She's what, sixteen? Jill's a big girl," he said, desperately trying to sway his decision. Haar didn't even want to think about how Jill moving in would disrupt his schedule (and sleeping pattern). Anyway, he didn't think that he could deal with a teenage girl. The drama would drive him up a wall, he was sure.

"No, I want her to stay at your place, where you can keep an eye on her," Shiharam replied firmly. "That way you can make sure she doesn't… find out too much about the war. It's going to get bad, I know it, and I don't want her to worry."

"Oh, so that's it. You want her to think that this is going to be just a normal mission… but it's not. It's that bad?"

Haar knew that Daein's war with neighbouring Crimea was getting rough, but it was still only small tussles on the border. The area around Riven Bridge was especially dangerous. Outside of the border regions, the rest of Daein hadn't really felt the effects of the war. Not yet, anyway.

"You know that Crimea lacks a military air force. They've only got a few old Pegasi, so our fights have been relatively easy wins. However, Begnion's starting to send in help," Shiharam replied grimly.

"Damn."

Begnion, while not as much of a military country, did possess a much larger army than Daein. Their air force was especially potent, possessing many high-speed Pegasi as well as the hard-hitting Wyverns.

"… So, Haar, will you do this favour for me? Keep Jill safe and try your best to downplay this war. The king doesn't like too much information leaking out to the media, anyway, so it shouldn't be too hard."

Haar had nearly forgotten about his request and he frowned. As if he could say 'no' after being told all of that.

"Tsk, do I have a choice?"

"What the hell did you pack in here? Bricks? Your entire room, maybe?" Haar asked as he heaved a suitcase onto the back of a truck. This was definitely more trouble than it was worth. Not only was he lifting ridiculously heavy suitcases, he had to go and borrow his friend's truck to move the things to his place. It wouldn't have been possible with his motorcycle.

"I'm staying for two weeks. Did you think I was going to bring just a backpack or something?" Jill demanded sarcastically.

Damn cheeky kid, he thought as he tossed on her second bag and slammed the back shut.

"Get in and let's go," he muttered.

The ten minute drive to his apartment was spent in silence. He couldn't see her, since his right side was blind and all, but he could just tell that she was in a sour mood. Heck, he couldn't blame her; after all she was being forced to stay with her father's friend for two weeks. Then again, he wasn't all that pleased either.

When they finally arrived inside his third floor apartment, he threw her luggage into the middle of his living room. Actually, it was the only room, considering it was an apartment. Well, aside from his bedroom and bathroom. The kitchen opened up on the left once you entered and the immediate right was the wall that enclosed the bathroom.

"Sit. Don't touch anyway," he ordered, lifting his sunglasses so that he could fix Jill with his military stare. "I'm going to go return my friend's truck, and then I'll be back to feed you."

"I'm not a dog!" she snapped, plopping down onto his couch, arms crossed and brows drawn together.

"Don't pout at me, kid, I didn't call you a dog. Just don't mess anything up."

Jill frowned and averted her gaze, but he caught what she muttered under her breath: 'It's not like this place could get any messier.'

Haar couldn't help but wonder if he was this snippy when he was young. Actually, now that he thought about it, he probably just never listened to what anyone said to him.

"Funny, Jill. Here's the remote; watch some cartoons or something." He tossed her the remote control before grabbing his keys off the table and heading out the door.

When he finally parked his motorcycle and got into the elevator, Haar was already stifling yawns. It was only 5:30PM, but he was beat. Then again, he always wanted to sleep… However, his key hadn't quite turned in the lock when a feeling of apprehension washed over him. Somehow, he knew that something not-so-pleasant would happen once he opened the door.

Steeling himself for the worst, he pushed the door open and the first thing he saw was the large window that led to his balcony at the other end of the room. Nothing wrong there. When he turned the corner, however, he realized that his fears… were unfounded. Other than shoving aside a few chairs and the table to give herself room, Jill hadn't done anything. Something did seem different, though.

"… Did you… clean the place?" he asked, dumping his jacket on a chair and looking around.

"Yeah. You didn't expect me to live in a room of dirty clothes, empty food containers and used plates, did you?" she retorted, her eyes not even budging from the T.V. screen.

"I'm going to look over that insult since you did clean up, but watch your mouth next time," he chided lazily, though he said so with a smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all…

Yeah, these chapters are going to be generally short. Also, the beginning section (if no one figured it out) is a short, little journal entry. Each chapter is going to alternate between the two characters. This chapter was Jill's journal, Haar's POV. So next time, it'll be Haar's journal with Jill's POV. The journals are written at the END of the day, but I figured it might have a neat effect if I put them at the beginning of the chapter.

Oscar: Please leave a review and tell us what you think! She'll update soon (for real, since the next few chapters are already written on paper)!

--FireEdge--