Ylisse High (Fire Emblem: Awakening fanfic)

Join the Club

Becca heard the hustle and bustle in the courtyard a block before she saw it. Students ranging in age from freshmen still completely devoted to their clubs to seniors just looking for someone to carry it on when they graduated shouted about the supriority of therit particular activity, as if it were a competition on who could be the loudest and most obnoxious.

Becca smiled to hrself. She loved the smell of club day in the morning.

Okay, that was a lie. It was an unseazonably hot day, and everyone was bitterly unprepared. This obviously did not lace the air with the scent of lavender, or, in the male student's case, 'Game Day'... Whatever that smelled like.

Either way, it was nice to see everyone so riled up. She even saw some familiar faces among the sea of others. Cherche handed out papers preaching the importance of speaking on behalf of animals, and Libra spoke of the importance of preaching (without papers, she noted with a twinge of disappointment.).

"Hail! Fair maiden!"

Hmm...? The Renaissance club, maybe? Becca thought as she turned to the source of the voice.

A grinning blonde boy sa behind stacks of newspapers. Well, maybe 'sat' wasn't the best word. He had perched himself in such a way that it would either remind one of a brave adventurer who had just discovered new land or an uncomfortable pigeon.. He had thrown his tan blazer over his shoulders like a cape, though Becca redicted that if the tiniest hint of wind were to come, it would fly off as if it had just declared freedom from the tyrannical shoulder blades. His white button up had its sleeves hoved up to his elbows, revealing surprisinigly toned arms for someone who appeared to be but a year younger than she.

His sneakers made small tap as he launched himself off the chair and landed with catlike grace...

Three metres away from her.

Oops.

"I implore of you, Miss..."

"Becca." Her mouth quirked up at the sheer notion of someone like this. "My name is Becc--"

Suddenly, he was almost too close.

"Becca? The new student Becca?" All Becca could do was mutely nod. "BIig Sister Lissa's been talking about you so much! Is what she says true? Why am I asking that; Big Sister wouldn't lie. But I should get it from you! Oooh, I'll get my notebook!" The boy spoke so quickly, she didn't even have time to ask a single question. At least she knew he was sincere... The passion in his eyes, the fire; that definitely couldn't be faked.

He came back with much more than just a notebook. He was also balancing an overflowing pencilcase on top of a clipboard and a laptop case. An audio recorder dangled from his fingers. He set them down beside a backpack that Becca could have sworn wasn't there before and that the guy certainly hadn't brought, and clicked on the recorder.

"This is Owain, Ylisse High's newest up and coming journalist! Today we have a new student speaking, going by the name of Becca." He put the recorder between the two of them. "So, Becca, what do you think of Ylisse High so far?"

"W-well..." Let's be honest here. Nobody is good with these questions, and, confronted bby this fiery, impossible boy... It was a wonder she could even speak.

Get a hold of yourself, Becca, she reminded herself. Cool and calm. You are a thinker.

"Well, the people are amazing. I keep meeting people who are always willing to hel--"

"And what of any adventures you have had? There must be excitement waiting around every corner for an intruiging lady like you!" If Becca had thought he was excited before, this blew it out of the ballpark. He was literally bouncing, like a child about to be told his favourite story.

"Err... Not really..." He visibly wilted. It was easily the most depressing thing she had seen all year. "But, umm..." She desprately wracked her mind for anything interesting that wouldn't be incriminating.

Ding.

"There was that time in Chemistry class..." The blonde visibly brightened. As in actually brightened. It was as if he had turned on a lightbulb behind his eyes.

Becca proceeded to whisper her story like a secret to him, although most people had heard the wearing and fire alarms screamiing.

"And that's why Vaike isn't allowed near explosive chemicals," she finished. Owain was grinning from ear to ear.

"And when did this happen?" Becca tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"Yesterday, second perio--" She was suddenly enveloped in a bear hug that shuddered with ecstatic laughter.

"Oh, bless you, lovely woman! That is the story of the month!" He released her to jump, punching the sky. Becca didn't know people actually did that. Then again, this guy seemed slightly... out of the ordinary. "And I," he continued, "have an exclusive eyewitnessa ccount to it! Bless you, bless you, bless you!" He gave her one last hug, then grabbed his things off the ground, ran to the table, and started typing furiously. Becca was left standing there, stasaring at the ball of energy, until she was jolted out of her thoughts by a familiar, cheerful voice.

"I see you've met mmy brother," Lissa said, smiling in an indiscernable way, past Becca and at the boy.

"You have another?" Becca asked. Lissa nodded, her curly pigtails bouncing.

"He'ls more like my kid sometimes, though." Becca laughed.

"I see how. Err... What's his name?" Lissa looked at the boy again with a sisterly smile.

"That, Becca," she said, "was Owain."

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*Eminem's Without Me playing in the distance*

AND IT ISN'T EVEN A FILLER.