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A/N: Haha, I really wasn’t expecting any reviews being that a lot of people tend to stray away from an authors first attempt at a fic in a particular fandom. I have such ideas for this (XP)
So, at the moment we have mild YuanxKratos hints and soon it shall be a confused Zelos and stronger blatant YxK… I love doing this! But, I dunno if I want Zelos in a m/m or m/f relationship.
Notes
“Talking”
Thinking
A Symphonia Crusade
The Tethe’alla team attack.
TETHE’ALLA: Stage one.
Princess Hilda sulked along as the best friend duo led her out to the castle gates of Meltokio; the Imperial City of Tethe’alla. It just goes to show you how unpopular Hilda really is if not even the castle guards are willing to even attempt a rescue. But, even if they did they’d surely overcome our heroes and we wouldn’t have much of a plot, now would we?
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Colette,” Genis apologised, “but a red-haired monkey got in the way.”
The blonde girl quickly whipped around at the boy’s voice. She smiled wide. “I was just making daisy chains! Do you think Kratos would like this for his birthday?” She held up the poorly crafted chain.
Hilda scoffed to herself. “Of all the cheap gifts…”
“Uh, I don’t think Dad really likes flowers,” Lloyd answered.
Colette scratched her head. “But, I saw him with a bouquet of daffodils once.”
Lloyd sighed and released his grip on Hilda who immediately started clawing at Genis’ face in an attempt to escape. “That was because he dropped Yuan’s-”
“Uncle Yuan!” Genis corrected as he battled with the Princess’s clawed nails.
Lloyd’s left eye twitched ever so slightly before he continued. “Because he dropped Uncle Yuan’s,” he shot a sharp look at the shorter boy, “favourite cape clasp off the fifth-hundred floor of the Northern Tower of Salvation. Uncle Yuan’s really liked flowers ever since he had Martel merged into him, and no, Genis, I am not calling Martel ‘Aunt’ so stop with the look!”
“That’s fine, fine, but could you, gahh, help a little here?”
The swordsman jumped back at the Princess’s arm to secure her again before blushing lightly at Colette’s soft giggles. “Well, um, lets get back to base shall we?”
The Chosen of Sylvarant frowned. “But the daisies around here are much nicer than the ones at home.”
The Mizuho girl herself was seated inbetween Zelos and Regal as she rapped her fingers across the highly polished table and sighed heavily hoping to gain any person’s attention. After failing several times she fell back in her chair and groaned more loudly.
The blue haired man, Regal, was sat sternly in one of his best suits in the chair nearest the door, just looking ahead of himself, hardly blinking or shifting his perfect posture. His face was in his characteristic serious state.
The Chosen was leant back in his chair (which was resting on it’s back two legs) reading a thin magazine, or at least, presumably, looking at the pictures. He looked almost asleep, however, he did keep sending glances at the pink haired girl sat across from him.
The newly homed and youngest appearing girl was also sat silently just looking at the urn she gripped in a death like fashion. Apparently unaware of the looks she received from the redhead she sighed softly and that was enough to gain Zelos’ full attention.
Rolling his magazine up, Zelos looked at Presea. “Why do you dress up that pot?” Sheena clenched her fists as Presea’s eyes saddened.
“It’s not a pot; it’s an urn,” the small girl uttered.
“Show a little respect, Zelos!” Sheen barked.
The Chosen blinked rapidly. “What?” He looked back and forth between Sheena and Presea. “I can imagine someone dressing up a doll or something, but not a pot. Why don‘t you just leave it in the garden?”
“She carries it because it is a reminder of her past, of which she must never forget,” Regal stated.
“Thank you Regal,” Sheen nodded. “I’d like to say you are our unofficial Leader since Zelos is our official one.” But no one listens to him, the Summoner continued in her head.
“No, no, I do not deserve such gratitude or honour. I have sinned.”
Zelos banged his head on the table and even Sheena rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Just undo your hands!” The Chosen shouted.
Regal shook his head. “I have not atoned for my sins. Not until then shall I unbind these hands.”
“But, to atone for a murder you’d have to kill yourself,” Sheena pointed out rather roughly.
“Perhaps being bound by a sin is the punishment itself. Death is the escape route that I am forbidden to take.”
Zelos banged his head on the table again. “Look, so, you killed a rat! Big deal! I always go down to the kitchens to do that. And besides, you stood on it. Shouldn’t you tie your feet up instead?”
The new castle chef looked at the younger man. “But then, how would I walk?”
Sheen groaned and Zelos threw up his hands. “You can do a handstand can’t you?” the Mizuho woman asked.
“No, no!” Zelos shouted. “Then he probably would cook with his feet, like Lloyd said he does!”
The Mizuho Chief stared at the source of annoyance in her life. “Sometimes I really wonder who’s the dimmer bulb; you or Lloyd. I mean, honestly, if you two had a kid it’d be so intellectually challenged it’s probably eat the carpet!”
“It would be pretty though,” Presea said quietly, still gripping her urn.
“Aww, you’re so nice, Presea!” Zelos beamed.
“I fail to remember why we are here,” the girl replied.
“We’re here to get Hilda back!” Sheen said loudly, jumping up, her chair falling back, and slamming her hands on the table. “And we’ve been here for over an hour and so far all we’ve done is figure out that Zelos’ kid would be dumb, which was a given anyway!”
“I never agreed on that” Zelos said indignantly.
Sheena slowly took a few deep breaths, pulled her chair up and sat down calmly. “So, Lloyd and Genis have kidnapped Princess Hilda, and while we may all be happy about that,” several elated noises where made around the room, “we cannot allow them to think they have the upper hand over us.”
“We must retaliate” Presea stated.
Sheen nodded. “Yes, and I propose we kidnap one of them.”
“Ironic, I like it” Regal affirmed.
Nodding again the Mizuho native continued. “However, we will not kidnap someone useless to them as they have to us; we will take one of their team who has extensive knowledge of Sylvarant.”
“But, doesn’t your Mizuho information network have all the information on Sylvarant anyway?” Zelos asked innocently.
“Quiet” Sheen ordered.
“Yes, ma’am. I like strong women.”
Sheena glared at her team mate, “you could’ve kept that last part to yourself.”
“Yeah, I know, I just thought it’d be nice to share.”
“Well, you thought wrong. Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am!” The Chosen grinned.
“Anyway, other than Raine and Genis I’d say the rest of them are useless to us.”
“But, Raine wishes not to be involved in our triviality.” Regal pointed out.
Slamming her fist down on the table Sheen smiled quite evilly. The three others in the room leaned back as a dark air encircled the Summoner. “Then we’ll force her!”
“Sylvarant and Tethe’alla are fighting again” the blue haired angel stated.
The young looking blonde in the room scowled at the older man. “State the obvious, Yuan.”
“Well, I was just making conversation,” Yuan grumbled. “You’re wound too tight, Mithos.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you’d let me talk to my sister!”
Yuan paled almost instantly. “I don’t feel comfortable with that, honestly, I’d prefer it if you could fix it.”
“And I’d prefer it if you’d shut up and eat this!” The boy Mithos held out his hand to show the Seraphim a nut and motioned for him to eat it. After carefully examining the object Yuan slowly picked up the linkite nut and started at it some more, frowning. “It’s not going to bite you,” the blonde said.
The former Renegade leader looked down at the boy. “I really don’t like this, you know?”
“So you keep saying” Mithos responded. “But think of it from poor Martel’s point of view. My sister is hardly as free as much as you are, and that’s not fair is it? You two are sharing that body so it should be used fifty-fifty.”
“Kratos hates this…” Yuan mumbled to himself. “It’s not even really Martel, it’s still me, Mithos.
The blonde seraphim frowned. “I know that, but, it looks like Martel and if you stay quiet I can imagine it’s her, if only for a moment…” the boy trailed off, blinking tears out of his eyes. Oh my god, that’s the lamest one I’ve ever tried, he’ll never fall for… Looking up he saw Yuan hiding his face behind his arm, his shoulders shaking gently. Mithos scowled. Was he crying or laughing?
“Aww, that’s the saddest thing I’ve heard all day,” the angel sniffed, gripping the nut. “Okay, okay, I’ll take it, but not for long.” Reaching into an inside pocket of his cape he checked his little supply of linkite nuts to make sure he could return to normal, he popped the small tree seed in his mouth and swallowed it.
The Chosen laughed. “You’re like a walking calculator. No, we’re here because we’re not kidnapping Raine but Kratos.”
“Probability of kidnapping a Seraphim: well, nil really,” Presea actually stumbled over her words as she began to get dizzy from staring up at the Tower. “How do we enter?”
Zelos thumped his chest. “I’m an angel, that’s easy!”
Walking up to the entrance of the Tower was easy enough. A guard stood next to the great doors with a sharp looking lance. “Halt, who goes there?”
“Hello, Crum!” Zelos greeted cheerfully.
The mousy haired guard looked the Chosen up and down suspiciously. “Yeah, Zelos… what do you want?”
“Well, recently I’ve been getting into trouble on the streets and the King ordered me to do some community service. I’m helping this girl scout here,” he pulled Presea in front of himself with his hands on her shoulders, “to sell… um, cookies. Wanna buy some?”
“Where are the cookies? She doesn’t seem to have any boxes,” Crum said.
“In the pot, of course” Zelos smiled.
“Urn” Presea corrected almost silently.
“What? An urn?” Crum’s eye widened.
Zelos laughed nervously. He looked down at Presea, “no, no, it’s not an urn, it’s a pot. Who’d keep cookies in an urn, now?” he laughed weakly.
Looking at them suspiciously again Crum reached into his pocket. “I have no money, I’ll go get some, wait here!”
“Nah, we can get it,” Zelos said as he edged around Crum. “Maybe we can fleece some more people inside to buy some too, don’t worry…”
Crum followed Zelos with his eyes. “H-hey, where do you think you’re going? You can‘t go in.”
“You really don’t want to be the one to kill a little girl’s dream of owning a Reihard do you? ‘cause that‘s what she‘ll wing if she gets first place and sells the most cookies.”
“Well, no, but, that still doesn’t mean you can just walk into the Tower unescorted…”
“So, you’d tag along with us and hinder her work, would you? You heartless…”
Crum gasped. “Zelos, you’d better watch your language with little kids around.” He turned fully around only to find the doors of the Tower swinging shut in his face. He frowned. “Aw, crap. I’m gonna get demoted for this.”
Yuan’s brow furrowed, or should it be Martel’s brow? Here he was, again. Stuck in Martel’s body after eating a damn linkite nut. After the Great Tree had sprouted Martel’s soul was set to protect it, but Mithos being Mithos, bottled up her spirit for safe keeping… apparently. Many long discussions had been held to determine a different way to get the woman a body without resorting to sacrificing a Chosen… on Lloyd‘s wishes of course. Eventually it all came down to either Martel sharing Mithos’ body or her ex fiancée, Yuan‘s. The blonde had argued that if he were the one to share his body he’d never be able to rightfully see her (and Lloyd mentioned it might be bordering on incest) and so it was settled. Yuan would be the one. Not like he really got much of a say in the matter anyway; no one did when Mithos had his mind set. Sometimes life was so damn unfair
And now every time he ate a linkite nut he would turn into Martel’s body and every time he ate another one he’d return back to his own body. It wasn’t a pleasant experience as he retained his mind in both bodies… Martel’s consciousness seemed to have dropped off the face of the planet.
Not to mention Mithos seemed to be fairly demented at the moment.
Yuan remained quiet as the boy held an entirely one sided, yet daunting, conversation with the image of his sister.
The door across the room opened and the auburn Seraphim walked into the room before rooting himself to the floor and giving Yuan the strangest look. He looked back to Mithos quickly. “Zelos is around asking everyone if they want cookies. You should really take his wings away so he can‘t get in anymore.”
“What sort of cookies?” Mithos asked, bright eyed. “Are they mint? I love mint. Mints are green and green reminds me of Martel, and I love Martel like a sister. She’s also got a thing for…” his voice got fainter as the boy walked from the room.
Yuan looked over at Kratos for a long moment before standing to Martel’s full height. “You know, this may-”
Kratos held up a hand then pointed at the shorter man. “I really do not want to know,” he said, handing a linkite nut over.
Upon entering the room it was nothing like both of them had speculated. There where actually tons of Lloyd pictures scattered across every wall of the room. Presea stared and Zelos snorted.
“Talk about a proud dad…”
“At least I help my children” the deep voice of Kratos came across the room.
Zelos scoffed. “Well, I don’t have any kids to help.”
“As far as you know?”
“Ey, shut up! We’re here to kidnap you! At least show a little interest, will you?”
“You couldn’t kidnap me if your life depended on it.”
“But his life does depend on it,” Presea pointed out. “If he goes back to Meltokio empty handed Sheena will kill him.”
“She seemed miffed enough as it was before we left.” Zelos looked over at Kratos. “I need you. No, wait! That came out wrong! I mean, I don’t need you, well, I do need you, but not like that. I mean I want you-no, that’s worse! Uh, uh…”
“King me.”
Kratos hid his grin and turned back to look at the other man, then down at the chequered board between them. Yuan’s piece had made it to his side of the board. He grunted but obliged by placing one of his black pieces on top of the red one.
“Um, can we take you?” Zelos asked feebly at the two Seraphim continued their game.
With a sigh, and after five minutes of being ignored, the Chosen sat down on the floor crossed legged and waited. Presea just stood stock still to the spot, like normal. Shortly after sitting down another angel entered the room with tea for the two Seraphim. Remiel put the tray down, bowed and quickly left the room, nearly tripping over Zelos and Presea in his hurry. After a very short while Kratos started loosing the game spectacularly and Zelos stood up again and walked up to the men.
“You really suck at Checkers” he told Kratos.
The inner Presea slapped her forehead at the redhead and Kratos glared death. In fact, if looks really could kill, Zelos would be six feet under more than once by now.
“Can I take you yet?” he repeated his earlier question, evidently missing the innuendo.
“Why do you want Kratos?” Yuan asked as he moved another piece closer to Kratos’ side of the board.
“Lloyd’s dad, um, it’d be a big blow to him?”
Yuan looked back to Kratos. “Is he really missing all these innuendoes?”
“Then I’m sure it would’ve been easier to abduct Dirk, if that’s your reason.”
“No, no, come on!” Zelos jumped and grinned, once again regaining his energy. “You’ll do. You’re so much better than Raine, and I bet you know a lot of stuff too!”
Looking back down at the board and seeing how badly he was loosing, with no hope of retaliation, Kratos sighed heavily. “Okay, fine. Beats getting bested by a hermaphrodite anyway.”
“What!” Yuan yelled. “What was that just now?”
“Hermaphrodite: an organism that has both sexes” Presea ran off the top of her head.
Zelos looked between the two other angels smirking. “Ooooh, tension.” Snapping back to attention he snatched Kratos’ arm and dragged him to the window in the room. Presea followed still holding onto her urn.
Looking at Kratos’ blank face Yuan stumbled for his words. “Um, uh, you can’t take Kratos… he’s my err, fiancée! Yeah that’s it! Fiancée!”
“But, but,” Zelos looked from both the angels then cantered on Yuan. “But, you’re a guy.”
Yuan growled. “Are you discriminating against me!”
Zelos started, Kratos groaned and Presea stared some more. “No, no, but two guys can’t get married.”
“Two people of the same gender can be married in Altamira” Presea said. “However, they are only accepted as a married couple in that city and nowhere else across the land.”
“Alright, fine. But these two are hardly going to visit that place. Hell, even I think it’s tacky now they’ve added the guys in rabbit costumes,” Zelos shuddered.
The blue haired angel took a menacing step forward. “Uh-oh, time for this bird to fly” Zelos said and pushed Kratos out of the window before grabbing the Ozette girl and jumping himself.
Yuan ran to the window and watched them fall beneath the low layer clouds. Slightly pouting the Seraphim turned to look at the checkers board and ran a hand through his hair.
“How will Yuan rescue Kratos from the evil clutches of the Tethe’alla team? Will we ever find out what Presea keeps in that urn? Will Sheen be happy with the kidnapped Kratos or will she sacrifice Zelos to the gods? Tune in next time to-”
“Shut up, Remiel!”
“Sorry.”
SYLVARANT: Stage on complete. Stage two soon in progress.
TETHE'ALLA: Stage one complete: Stage two soon in progress.
Remiel also needs fics! I want more Remiel fan crap! (D: )
strawberries and napkins: are cruel aren’t they? Taking away the script format I practically live on in humour fics (;0;) Haha, you lost what you originally wrote? And it won't let me use certain grammar , thanks for reviewing again!
Katandshadow: KratosxYuan is love (eats cookie) Thankies!
Meowzy-chan: Yuan’s an uncle alright… Hope people don’t think I’m being nasty to him… I’m just sadistic with my faves. Ta for reviewing!
Crystal Adept: I remember talking about fics months ago, but you were using a library computer then? I’m easy to find… Yoru Ryu or Rainy Day, and failing them, Rainy Yoru (;P) Updating now, I am, thanksies!
Author sama277: Wow, I’m glad I could keep them in character. Though, they will have OOC moments for fun. Thanks for the review!
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