Mel: My other VDay fic
Figgy: Veeeeery different to other one
Mel: Go see that if you've finished this one and want more
Figgy: But BEWARE...

“Another Valentine’s Day, another gift for my beloved wife!” Zidane smirked as he handed over a wrapped gift to Garnet. Garnet rolled her eyes as she giggled and took the gift. It was definitely a dagger, like Garnet’s nickname, Dagger.

“Oh…Zidane…it’s a book, isn’t it?” she asked sarcastically. Taking her seriously, Zidane laughed with a twinkle in his eye.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He said.

They sidled off back into the crowd as everyone danced across the Hall. Every year, Eiko Fabool Carol, heir to the throne of Lindblum, would hold a Valentine’s Day ball in her palace. She would invite everyone of her friends she met. The whole room was decorated in hearts and cherubs and flowers.

To be honest, Amarant wanted to be sick.

“Can’t stand Valentine’s Day,” he growled through gritted teeth.

Eiko laughed up at him, Vivi at her side. “Cheer up, Ammy-boy. Just because you haven’t got a Valentine doesn’t mean no one else should. It only comes once a year!”

Amarant frowned. “Well, why can’t it just be one hour?”

Eiko shook her head laughing at him, and she and Vivi danced off into the crowd.

Amarant sighed and sat down. “Well…only a few more hours of lonliness before I can be happy lonely.” He thought sadly to himself. Suddenly something, or rather, someone knocked into him.

“Ow!”

“Oh dear…so very sorry…” the intruder stuttered. Amarant tutted at the newcomer.

“Good evening, Sir Fratley.” He sighed. Fratley bowed, his hat falling off as he did so. He quickly picked it up and pulled it over his head in embarrassment.

“Well…what have you got your lovely girlfriend this year?” Amarant said, a slight bitterness in his tone.

“Erm…her birthday’s in June…” Fratley replied. Amarant slapped his forehead.

“Don’t tell me – you forgot today was Valentine’s Day.”

“WHAT? OH DAMMIT! I NEED TO GET SOMETHING!” Fratley yelled, running out of the room. Amarant chuckled to himself, shaking his head. How could a woman like Freya fall for a guy like Fratley?

“Hello, moody-guts.” Speak of the devil.

“Freya…hi…” Amarant stammered, turning to see Freya and also trying to keep his jaw from dropping. Freya was in a long red dress that reached the floor and had long sleeves down her arms. Her hair was tied into a bun, strands of silver hair coming out. She had blue mascara and gold eye shadow, and purple lipstick to match her green eyes.

“You look nice.” Amarant said, trying to be friendly.

“Nice to see you made an effort.” Freya smiled warmly at him, eyeing up his usual gear.

“Anyway,” she continued, “have you seen Fratley? He was here a minute ago.”

Amarant opened his mouth to say he had gone to get a gift, but the thought of seeing her upset stopped his tongue.

“I don’t know, sorry.” He said. Freya sighed and sat down.

“What’s wrong?” Amarant asked concerned. He sat next to her.

“Its just…Fratley…he’s not how I remember her.” Freya sighed.

Amarant shook his head. “Of course he’s not. He’s lost his memory, remember?” he tapped his head, as if gesturing to make Freya understand.

Freya shrugged her shoulders, and then looked up to see Fratley running towards her.

“Happy – whatsit day…” Fratley panted, as he handed up a bag. Freya frowned slightly, but opened the bag as everyone watched.

Slowly her look of suspicion turned into disgust as she pulled out a book. It read How to Look After Your Dyed Hair.

“What…is this?” Freya asked, looking up at Fratley in distaste.

“Well, you have dyed hair, so I guessed…”

“IT’S NATURAL YOU BRAINDEAD MORON!” Freya yelled, throwing the book at Fratley. She stood up and ran out of the room in tears, while Fratley watched with one eyebrow raised.

“Touchy.” He said. Amarant got up and punched Fratley lightly on the shoulder as he ran after Freya.

Freya sobbed on the steps as she hugged herself for comfort when Amarant found her.

“…Freya?” he asked. Freya looked at him and sniffed.

“I’m sorry Amarant…you didn’t have to see me cry…”

Amarant sat next to her again. “Hey, Freya, it’s ok. I don’t mind. Here…” he put an arm round her and she sobbed on his shoulder.

“This is the worst day of my life. I hate him.” Freya cursed. Amarant stroked her hair.

“Of course you do,” he nodded. Freya looked up at him with her eyes shining.

“But…I know how I feel about you.” She smiled. Amarant looked down at her as she smiled.

“I love you Amarant.” Freya whispered. Amarant was shaking with shock.

“You…really…do?” he croaked. Freya nodded, and before he could reply, she had edged forward and kissed him.

And they stayed in that position for most of that night.

THE END