Hello everyone! I'm back again! **readers cheer** It's been a while.. I decided after writing Following Orders that you all deserve a nice fluffy story. I'm also writhing this to prove I CAN write fluff. Really.. I can... Lets see. this is set a little after dark star. like, a few days or so. Please read and REVIEW! I'd like to thank everyone who has already reviewed any of my stories. You make my day! ^_^ -Ahria

A Bored L-sama

The lord of all things sat in her sea of chaos, with a sigh of boredom, watched a few of her favorite (yet oh-so-dense) humans. The sorceress with long fire-colored hair paced back and forth, out of her companion's sight. Her companions, as it were, sat contemplatively around the fire. The tents had been set up a few feet away, three in number.
What would it take, the mother of all things wondered, to make the obvious stated? She decided to find the answer to this supposedly rhetorical question.

The moon was high in the sky, clear and full, casting its tranquility upon the earth below. The wind was cool and gentle, trying so hard to take away all the young girl's insecurities. "Lina? Can I.. um.. talk to you for a minuet?" Gourry stuttered. The sorceress's breath caught in her throat. 'Listen, listen.' the wind seemed to whisper in her ear.

"S-sure," she replied nervously. He had said the same sentence about five times in the past three days and every time he started, he would finish with something stupid and quickly walk away.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I.. that I'm really glad you're alright." He said, a deeply disappointed look in his eyes. With a sad smile, he turned and walked away. The wind started up again, seeming to scream 'Go after him!'

She knew instantly that the disappointment was not in her but in himself. No, Gourry had never had anything but the up-most belief in her. A fact she still marveled in.

"Gourry.." she called softly to his retreating form. He didn't appear to have heard her and she didn't try again. The swordsmen kept going until he was out of sight. Leaning against the nearest tree and sliding to ground, she groaned loudly.

"You already know what he's going to say so why do you let him torture himself?" Zel demanded, sitting next to her. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She insisted, giving him a glare reserved for only the toughest dark lords. He shook his head and sighed. "I have been watching the two of you for almost three years now. It's so obvious, Lina." "What's obvious?" she demanded, still pretending to be oblivious. "You need him as much as he needs you. Why are you so afraid of telling him you love him?"

"I am not afraid!" she snapped. To her surprise, the chimera began to laugh. When she demanded what exactly was so amusing, Zelgaddis decided not to point out that she had denied the wrong part of that accusation

"Well then why don't you go and talk to him?" he asked, ignoring her question. "Since you're not afraid and all." He added.

"I'm not afraid!" she protested again. He was on his feet with one graceful movement. Zel grabbed her arm and yanked her up beside him before she could fight back. "Prove it." he said, crossing his arms. "Fine! Where did he go?" she yelled.

"Down to the river I'd imagine." He replied. Without saying anything more to him, she stormed away muttering about the nerve of some people. He allowed himself another light chuckle.

L-sama mirrored his mood for a brief second before putting her second scheme in motion.

"That was sneaky." A certain golden-haired dragon chimed from behind him. His smile slowly dissolved.

"They deserve to be happy." He said simply.
"And you don't?" she asked softly.

"What do you mean?" he replied carefully.
"For someone so clever you certainly are not very smart." She muttered under her breath. "Why is it that you humans never say what is so obvious?"

"It's getting late, Filia, and we both need our sleep. Tomorrow is a big day." He said shortly and brushed past her. She grabbed his arm with abnormal strength; he had forgotten that this fragile mask hid something far more powerful then him.

"Yes, tomorrow is a big day. Ms. Amelia leaves for Sairune and you are, well, going off somewhere. You're not going to tell her, are you?" she asked the last part softly, the sadness in her tone enough to make him rethink his decision.

"What would I say?" he demanded. "'Hey, Amelia, I love you but I might never see you again, so have a nice life'?"
The once dragon priestess shook her head in what felt a lot like disappointment. He hated being a disappointment to those he had grown to care for.
"All you would need is to tell her what is in your heart and then all would be well." she assured.

"All would be well?" he said, another smile tugging at his lips. But this time, the smile held no mirth. "Filia, don't you know it's not possible to love a monster?"

"You are not a monster!" she shouted, the anger in her voice surprising him. "And I assure you that it is very possible to love a monster." She added after a moment, eyes fastened intently on the ground.

"Sounds like you should take your own advice." He said softly and walked away before she could say anything more. Filia shook her head and sat down, pushing the chimera's comment to the back of her mind.

In the Sea of Chaos, The Lord of Nightmares scowled. That conversation was supposed to have different results. The next world she created would most defiantly not contain any being with emotions. It was far too much work..

"Well fine!" she said aloud. "We'll just have to go to more drastic measures. Zelas, come here!" A dark haired woman clad in a gauzy white dress appeared before her and dropped into a low bow.
"Yes, Mother?" she asked as she rose.
"I have a mission for your general-priest." The golden lord replied with a sly smile. Beast-master Zelas cocked her head to one side and listened as the mother of all things explained her plan.