I am glad the last two chapters were such big hits...it's very cool! Now it is time for chapter four! So, let's get started! As you should all know, I do not own Fire Emblem, just my OC's that I made up out of thin air...now onto the story!


Chapter Four: Oscar's OCD-ness

"Well, I talked to Claire and she said you could bring anything you'd like. Just make enough for six people," Kirk said the next afternoon during Norman's extremely boring lecture about proper shield care techniques.

"Ok, I shall get to work on that early tomorrow morning. Will you two help me?" Oscar asked, trying to stay focused even though he was bored out of his mind.

"Yeah, I guess so. Just to tell you, I'm not the best cook in the world," Kirk replied.

"What about you Kieran?"

"QUIET," he hissed, actually trying to pay attention.

"Well, we'll find out tomorrow, because you're gonna help anyways."

"I SAID BE SILENT," Kieran hissed angrily.

At that exact moment, Norman was walking by.

"Nice to see you paying attention recruits," he praised.

"Thank you sir," Oscar, Kieran and Kirk mumbled.

"Anyways...she said we're gonna be leaving early in the morning so we have more time to hang out," Kirk continued after Norman passed.

"How EARLY exactly," Kieran whispered angrily.

"Like Five o'clock early. So we need to get up and get everything done before then."

"I'll have to get up at around three then! That's hardly enough time to get ready!"

Kieran and Kirk stared at Oscar.

"Three? Are you serious?"

"Yes! I need plenty of time to cook, and that should be enough, granted you two are around to help..."

"Do we have to?" Kieran mumbled.

"Yes. Now we shall meet in the kitchen at a quarter till three, ok?"

"Fine, fine...we shall," Kirk replied.

Kieran just grumbled.


"Iris...are you sure about this? I mean, I've never cooked in my life!" Claire whined during swordsmanship.

"It's not fair if we make them provide everything, so we'll have to cook something..." Iris replied.

"Well...I can...cook a few things..." a shy red-head spoke up.

"Really? That'll make everything so much easier!"

The red-head smiled. Her name was Bridget. She had long red curls and dark blue eyes.

"I'm not the best...but I'll do my best!"

"Good! Now as soon as we're done for the day, we're going into town," Iris said, practicing the sword stance that they were supposed to be practicing anyway.

"What do we need to get?" Claire asked.

"Just some things. We should be able to carry it all without help."


"Ummm...Oscar, what exactly do we need to get?" Kirk asked as he followed Kieran into town.

Oscar had dragged them from the bunkhouse to help him carry all the ingridients they would be needing. They weren't very happy to tell the truth. They thought that they were supposed to help cook, not be pack mules. Kieran especially, was fuming.

"A PACK MULE? ME OF ALL PEOPLE, A STUPID PACK MULE? I THINK YOU'VE LOST YOUR MIND OSCAR!" he roared as they left the bunkhouse.

"Keep your voice down Kieran! It's not that bad...you can put your manly muscles to work!" Kirk hissed.

Some of the younger recruits stared in horror at Kieran, who was so red he put a tomato to shame.

"WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?" he yelled at the scared recruits.

He scattered the recruits like scared chickens with one gaze.

"Kieran...calm down. You scared all the young ones away."

Kieran took a deep breath and the tomato he put to shame suddenly stole the lime light again to reign supreme once more! Ahem...back to the story.

Oscar led them to a small store in the middle of town to buy fresh fruits and veggies. To make a long story short...they were there for a VERY long time.

Two hours later...

"CAN'T YOU JUST GRAB SOME? YOU'VE LOOKED AT EVERY SINGLE TOMATO THERE IS!" Kieran exploded.

Kirk sighed.

"Oscar...do you have OCD or something?"

Oscar stopped.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well...you checked every tomato over TWICE," Kirk started.

"YOU CHECKED EVERY GOD FORSAKEN PIECE OF LETTUCE," Kieran chipped in, his impatience showing.

"And you buffered every apple available to a gleaming shine so bright you temporarily blinded Kieran, causing him to run head long into the signpost over there...and y-"

"Ok, ok I get it. I might be obsessive or some things," Oscar sighed, polishing a not so bright tomato (the one in the limelight made it feel bad so it lost its gleam), "But I do not have OCD."

Kieran threw his hands in the air.

"That is it! I've officially had enough!"

He grabbed the list Oscar had an began grabbing the random items off the list, not even checking to see if the fruits or veggies were bruise free and whatnot. He then proceeded to hastily pay for the items, shove the bag into Oscar's arms and stomp away.

"Oh dear..."

"Oh dear indeed," Kirk echoed, adding 'indeed' to the end of the sentence.

"Well, there is one more thing we need to pick up," Oscar said, handing the bag to Kirk.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yes. I need some fresh meat. We better head to the butcher's before he closes..."


"I don't have OCD my sacred ass," Kieran fumed as he stomped back up to the castle.

He was extremely angry, liable to blow up at anything that looked at him the wrong way. It just so happens that the recruits from before were hanging out on the road, wanting to play a little joke upon anyone who was unfortunate enough to come across them. And it just so happens that Kieran was headed right into their trap. Here's an equation for you:

Kieran+TrapInsanely Angry

The kids didn't notice that it was the same guy who had scattered them like chickens, so they prepared to watch him fall into a giant hole they had just dug and laugh in the face of whoever was dumb enough to fall into it. And so they watched Kieran fall into the hole, heard him scream every cuss word imaginable, and then proceeded to run over to the edge of the hole to laugh, only to be horrified. They gave each other scared looks as Kieran, who's face had reached a new shade of red, scrambled out of the hole and proceeded to chase them, sending them scrambling up the hill, trying to get back to their safe bunkhouse. Kieran was so angry, he was oblivious to the people coming down the hill, and sped by them almost knocking one of them over.

"Wasn't that...Kieran?" asked Claire as she steadied herself after almost getting knocked over by the angry Kieran.

"I...think so," Iris replied wide eyed.

The girls had finally gotten off for the day so they were headed to town to do their shopping. As they headed into town, they saw Oscar and Kirk.

"Hey Kirk!" Claire waved.

"Hello ladies! You headed into town?" he greeted.

"Yep! We're gonna do our shopping for tomorrow! You guys already done?"

"Yeah...and by the way, have you seen Kieran?"

"Oh yeah, he ran passed us up on the hill chasing some little kids and looking extremely angry."

"Oh dear...we'll then we best be going. See you in the morning," Oscar said, heading up the hill to the castle.

"What was wrong with Kieran anway?" Iris asked Kirk as he started to follow after Oscar.

"Oh...nothing really. He just got really impatient and left us to finish the shopping alone."

Back at the castle...

"I HAVE YOU NOW YOU LITTLE BRATS!" Kieran yelled triumphantly.

He had finally caught up with the little kids that had made him fall into a hole, and it was payback time! And as they say, payback is a BITCH! The little recruits cowered in fear, backed into a corner. As Kieran took a step forward...BOOM. One of the smaller kids kicked him in the shin.

"You're a meanie!"

"Owww! You little brat!" he yelled, cradling his shin.

He stood up and prepared to step forward again when the only girl of the group kicked him...in a particularly PAINFUL spot.

"My mommy told me that bad men like you go to hell in a handbasket!" she squeaked.

Kieran was sprawled on the ground holding his shin...and the other spot.

"Damn...brats," he croaked.

"Kieran? Is that you?"

Oscar ran up beside him.

"Are you ok? Who did this to you?"

"Some little punks..."

"You were beaten up...by children?"

"YES. DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?"

"Umm...no," Oscar said, stifling a laugh.

"OSCAR YOU CURR! IF YOU MENTION THIS TO ANYONE I SHALL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB. ARE WE CLEAR?"

"Crystal."

Back at the bunkhouse...

"What took you guys so long?" Kirk asked as Oscar helped Kieran through the door.

"Nothing, Kieran just tripped over a stray bucket...that's all," Oscar replied setting Kieran in a chair.

"Seriously? I never knew the Almighty Kieran to be so clumsy," Kirk joked.

"SILENCE OR I WILL PUT A BUCKET OVER YOUR HEAD AND BEAT IT WITH A PADDLE."

"Touchy aren't we? Oh well."


"Did you have to bring up the whole me getting beat up by children?"

"Yes."

"Oscar, you may seem to be so nice, but underneath you are pure EVIL."

"Now, now Kieran it's all in the past."

"...You are the worst knight I've ever heard of and you are extremely WEIRD. You get beaten up by children and your stupid manly pride is stupid," came a random blurb from the ever sadistic Soren.

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU GIRLY...MAGE BOY! AT LEAST I HAVE MANLY PRIDE, UNLIKE YOU, YOU WOMAN!" Kieran exploded.


Sorry, Soren has to be included since he is pure awesomness! xD Thanks to AngelicDragonPuppy for the idea to put Soren in Sorry it took me so long to update, but I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!