He, Zelos is so awesome. XD Great work! Mistletoe can't go wrong!

~fd97

^_^ I really love those father-son moments! (besides the kissing xp bleah! that Zelos-Regal kiss was hilarious though, but Zelos didn't kiss Colette! >.< XD That's okay, though.) Please update/ type more like this soon!

aw! -sparkly eyes- ^^U I love it!! haha, poor Kratos...that was a BIT weird, but really funny ^_^ -rerereads it-

This is such a cute story! ^^ Totally luv it!

~MithosxGenis 4EVER!~

nice story. id kill zelos too.

Hilarious stuff here, man. Zelos' antics made me laugh many times over. I just love that man. XD Nice story, I really liked it. Hehehe, Sheena/Colette. I love your choice of pairings. And Zelos saying: "Hello Mr. President" was the best part ever. Reminds me of RE4...XD

That was a great fic. I think you portrayed Zelos' character just a little too perfectly for comfort xD; Silly, flamboyant man-ho. xD; I also loved the scene at the end where Kratos and Lloyd were having their little talk out on the balcony. It's the small moments that really make the couple so beautiful

This is shonen-ai that I actually like!

Kawaii! I loved it! I can't wait to see more from you!

I read your other reviews for this story before I followed suite and reviwed as well, and I must say, your flamers are quite the idiots. --;;
To put it simply, they have the IQ level of a potato. No offense to the potatos, though.

Anyway, I really enjoyed your story; all the characters were acting just like they do in the game and Zelos was very funny. Prehaps you should make a sequal. One more thing before I go... *whacks flamers with evil stick of doomy-doom* Okay, I can go now.
Ja!

Aw... how cute!

Hey, that was pretty good, considering that you wrote it at four am. Keep writing.

Hello Kratos it Lloyd's father! They can't go out!

Dear so-called "Straight Guy":

First of all, I would like to congratulate you on being one of the most pathetic trolls I've ever had the (dis)honor of encountering. Your ability to construct a flame is shameful at best, comical at worst, and by all accounts downright retarded. While your own sexual experiences may very well be limited to performing ** on the back of the short bus, this does not constitute adequate grounds for harassing people who, unlike you, have demonstrated a realistic grasp of basic human emotions. And just for the record, threatening physical harm against an author for giving you an unwanted stiffy is not generally considered to be a healthy human reaction.

Second of all, leave your dog out of it. If you have nothing better on which to spend your time than spreading your special brand of holiday rancor around the internet, then let it be testament to your own intellectual and emotional shortcomings; I see no reason to involve a poor, innocent canine in the insipid antics of his half-witted master. Since, however, you insist upon issuing infantile threats of feeding someone to your dog, then please let it be known that I could feed *my* dog a box of Scrabble tiles, and he could likely excrete from his rectum a flame far superior to the drivel you have produced and posted here.

Furthermore, it is fairly obvious to me that your crude and volatile reaction (not to mention your apparent fascination with the anus, or "**" as you so eloquently put it) was likely prompted by your own repressed homosexual leanings, and if the vitriol of your asinine commentary is any indication, your aforementioned tendencies are quite a force to be reckoned with. Simply put, you're not just in the closet, you're in Ru Paul's closet, and I bet you're loving every second of it. I bet you're balled up in the corner wearing a lacy negligee and fuzzy fuchsia boa, putting on lipstick, singing show tunes, and wantonly masturbating with your tiny little wang in one hand and a lubricated cucumber in the other. More power to ya there bud, but please accept the following smidgen of advice: your anal cavity, shamefully loose though it may be, will more readily accommodate the cucumber if you first extract your cranium. Yes, it's a scary thought I know, but the world's a much brighter place when you're not grazing on your own intestinal lining.

On that note, I bid you farewell, and wish you an embarrassing trip to your friendly neighborhood proctologist sometime in the near future.

Lots of love,
Stormy

If you ever make any more fanfics like this I will cut you up and feed you to my dog. **