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Hey! Sekana Katayama is baaaaaaaaack, and she's got another (albeit late) one-shot for you. This one has Kratos x Yuan themes, as well, despite being told mainly from Mithos's POV.
Did I mention that it's really, really long? I might update, seeing as I haven't really added much NEW Yutos content.
Mithos lounged about in one of his lavishly decorated rooms in Vinheim. This place was made inaccessible to anyone lacking the correct password, supposedly ensuring Mithos's much needed peace and quiet. Hence, it probably wouldn't be long until Lloyd and his gang showed up, rudely shouted the password they had received from killing the guards, and made their way in.
'How utterly barbaric.' Mithos sighed in an entirely feminine way, glancing around the room in boredom.
It was a good-sized room, with windows that were completely open to the outside world. The jade and silver embroidered curtains served to keep the cold out, as well as looking nice. The floor was mainly of stone, but Mithos had been sure to place a few violet and jade colored rugs (sometimes with detailing in silver) on the floors, as stone was always cold in Vinheim.
Obviously, the walls were stone like the rest of the castle, but he had brightened them up by hanging posters (yes, posters) on them. These posters were mainly of odd, probably candid photos that the warlord had taken himself. Most were from back in the 'good-old days,' but some were more recent, mainly the ones of himself, Kratos, and Yuan.
The room was simple in layout. From the entrance down left, the opposite wall (between windows and posters) housed a few bookcases, which in turn held books. In the middle of the room was an elegant (and comfortable) couch which (guess) was a vibrant violet color worked with silver.
Not far away, facing the couch, was an object that did not fit into the style of the room at all. It was a large, plasma screen television, complete with DVD system. On the right wall of the room, maybe six or seven feet from the back of the television, was a small kitchen. A refrigerator on the very left, then a shiny oven, then counter space and accompanying cabinets overhead.
Above all, attached to the ceiling, was a disco ball. Yes, Mithos knew that he would never hear the end of it if anyone found out about that, but the risk was worth it. After all, he needed it for his karaoke atmosphere. Oh, wait, I did mention the karaoke system with the television, right? … I didn't? Oh, oops. And the adjoining bathroom (door's on the right wall, if you really needed to know).
Basically, this room was Mithos's sanctuary. He could retreat here and spend whole days and weeks at a time shut up in his room, reading romance novels (he had quite the collection going), watching movies (romance movies), and playing karaoke (badly). The kitchen area was always kept well-stocked with both meals and snacks, not to mention the desserts. Mithos was very picky about what food he liked, so there turned out to be an interesting medley of foods, all unhealthy.
Now… where were we? Oh, yes. Mithos was lounging about in his lovely room, wondering what to do next. He looked the same as always (perhaps a little more bored). When he was in his room, he let his true form show. But whenever he had to leave his haven, it was back into his 'I'm the scary angel leader Yggdrasill' costume.
He sighed in a very pitiful way. "I wish I had something to do. Forget the age of soulless angels…"
The next moment, the intercom in the room beeped on.
"Lord Yggdrasill!" Came a monotone angel voice.
"Yes?" Mithos asked, slightly peeved. He hoped this was good news. If it wasn't, then that meant he had just wasted his time in getting up from the couch.
"We have a delivery for you. It is waiting outside your quarters."
Mithos blinked. 'What the heck? I never ordered anything… at least, not since that last batch of romance movies, and I got those already…'
"Do you… uhh… have any idea what it is?" Mithos questioned blankly.
"Sir, it seems that the Renegades sent it."
'I asked what it was, not who sent it!' Mithos rolled his eyes. "Wait… you said the Renegades sent this to me?" The blonde haired seraphim gaped.
"Yes, sir."
"Was this Yuan's doing?" Mithos growled. Of course, that was sort of a rhetorical question. I mean, anything about the Renegades had to be managed by-
"Actually, the writing on the box says," The angel cleared his throat. "Greetings to Lord Yggdrasill. We, the employee Renegades, have sent you this package without our leader's knowledge. Do not speak of it to anyone. We wish you much enjoyment."
"WHAT?" Mithos exclaimed. "That's… that's… what the heck is in that box?"
"I am perceiving nothing of harm, milord. Perhaps you would like to examine it yourself?"
"Well…. Y-yes… I suppose so…" Mithos conceded, wondering what had caused Yuan's employees to go insane. 'Sending me a package, indeed… the NERVE!'
He heard the final beep of the intercom, and changed into Yggdrasill, all the while muttering irritably. He exited the room and took what looked like a cardboard box from the guard.
"You are dismissed." The blonde angel said regally.
The guard bowed, and hurried away.
Cautiously, he opened the box, and found a letter, and a much smaller package.
"Wow. The box didn't have to be that big." Mithos muttered.
He set the box aside, and opened the letter first.
We, the United Alliance of Renegades Supporting Yutos (UARSY), have long been making this DVD. While we shall not spoil the surprise here, we had a feeling that you would greatly enjoy watching it. Don't tell anyone, as our jobs (and probably our lives) would be on the line.
Happy viewing!
UARSY"
"That sooooooo did not make sense." Mithos said girlishly. "I mean, what is 'Yutos,' anyway? And what kinda DVD did they send me? Porn?"
He scowled, disgusted. If it was porn, he was going to be disappointed, for sure. After all, neither Tethe'alla nor Sylvarant currently had any businesses selling gay porn, which meant that it would undoubtedly be the straight kind. Eeeeeeeew.
Nevertheless, he figured it didn't hurt to try watching it (he had no clue whether it was porn, or not). Sticking the DVD into the player, he turned on his large television and accessed the menu.
"Heeeeeeeey, it's Yuan!" Mithos gushed. Then his eyes widened. "What… I really hope this isn't porn, 'cause that would mean…."
He had to force himself to calm down. I mean, he was good with all that romantic shounen-ai crap that he read (and the rare movie), but a porn involving Yuan would just be too much.
I mean, even he wasn't insane enough to watch that.
Steeling himself for the worst, he pressed the 'Play Movie' button.
Slow, instrumental music played during the opening credits, which featured scenic views of the Renegade base and Derris Kharlan. Mithos munched on some popcorn avidly, enjoying the rather nice music (like something out of his romance movies!) and being comforted that this was an actual movie.
Produced by Random Renegade #58294
Directed by Random Renegade #45829
Edited by Random Renegade #95203 and Random Renegade #28493
Music and Audio Effects by Random Renegade #34852
Concept and Visualization by Random Renegade #94029
Distribution by Random Renegade #29503, Random Renegade #84927, and
Random Renegade #67823
Note: The following film, though it may look scripted, was actually pieced together as a secret reality show. All of the scenes in this movie actually happened. We just did the editing.
Mithos's hand froze as he reached into his popcorn bag. "Yutos… Yuan… Kratos… Yutos…" He finally made the connection. "Actually happened?"
Then he let out a squeal. "Ohhhh, this is gonna be sooooo GREAT!"
After all, he had always known they would end up together.
Dear Diary,
Yuan paused, and then continued writing.
I had a bad day today.
He tapped his pen on the paper, and went on.
Well… I'm all alone, here. I sent Botta to get groceries. I can't help but wish I had some company, but that's probably a useless wish. Perhaps…
A sigh.
Perhaps I'm not meant to have relationships, period. I mean, there's the past, and all of that, plus Mithos going insane, and
(Mithos was too absorbed in the movie to take offense from the previous statement.)
Yuan seemed to be holding his breath for a moment, as something flickered in his eyes.
And Kratos betraying meHe scratched out 'me.'
And Kratos betraying the cause I continue to live for.
Apparently somewhat satisfied with that sentence, he abruptly changed topics.
Basically, everyone I care about ends up dying, leaving, and so on. Which brings me back to my saddening point. I am alone.
The door made a swishing sound as it opened, and Yuan hastily shut the journal. Random Renegade #58290 entered.
"Sir, the Chosen's group has entered the building. They are reportedly heading towards the hangar to retrieve the Rheairds they previously stole from the Sylvarant Base, but-"
"I see." Yuan nodded, cutting him off. "I'm going to the control room to watch from there."
"A-all right, sir." The Renegade left.
"Hmmmm… now, I'd better get to the control room before they see me." He said seriously, causing Mithos to giggle and nearly choke on some popcorn.
("This stuff's good!" The blonde boy grinned. Whether he meant the popcorn, the movie, or both, we shall never know.)
The screen faded in to Yuan in the control room, watching a huge television-like monitor system that was showing him the Chosen's group.
Suddenly, he pouted. "I like barley rice…"
Yuan didn't see Kratos enter silently through the door, overhearing the last sentence.
"Yes, I know, but was it really necessary to scatter it around the base like that? I mean, someone could trip and seriously harm themselves…" Kratos said in an almost bored way, looking hotter than ever in his Cruxis Angel getup.
"Kratos!" Yuan spun around quickly, knowing that voice far too well. His eyes narrowed in extreme annoyance. "How did you get in?"
"I'm a Cruxis angel." Kratos said haughtily, brushing a few strands of auburn hair out of his eyes. The camera zoomed in on his chocolate eyes, and then to Yuan's expression changing to pensiveness for a moment. An awkward silence.
"I should have guessed…" Yuan said under his breath, trying to look anywhere but at Kratos. "Anyhow, what I was going to say, was-"
"You know, they're coming this wa-" Kratos cut him off, sounding just a little bit anxious.
"Shut up! You're interrupting me again." Yuan in turn cut him off, eyes flashing. He had turned away from the camera screen since Kratos's appearance, and had forgotten it.
Kratos looked startled at Yuan's sudden irritation, but still glanced worriedly at the screen. The group was getting closer.
"I put all that barley rice there for a reason, you know!" Yuan was still talking, but Kratos didn't seem to be listening. He didn't want to be found talking to Yuan, simply because that would require explanations (he could just picture Lloyd with his 'I thought Cruxis and the Renegades were enemies!' confusion).
"And what reason was that?" Kratos said, not caring in the least. He realized that he wouldn't be able to stop Yuan's talking in time to get away. So he started planning his explanation to the Chosen's group.
"Well… I get hungry… sometimes… when I'm checking up on the guards." Yuan went on, unaware of Kratos's lost interest.
"… Couldn't you just eat before-" Kratos suggested slowly, still not completely tuned into the conversation.
"Silence! I don't eat before because I simply choose to eat as I survey the base, end of story!" Yuan shouted, taking a few steps forward and seizing the taller man by the shoulders. "Is that so hard to believe?"
The camera zoomed in on Kratos's blushing face to show his expression, caught off guard for once.
("Cuuuuuuuuuuuuute!" Screamed Mithos)
The camera panned out again, and the sliding doors opened. The whole Chosen's group gasped, making a big deal out of what they thought (jumping to conclusions as always) was a secret love affair between opposing sides.
After all, seeing as what they had to work with was Yuan holding onto Kratos's shoulders with a passionate expression, and Kratos blushing terribly, both looking very uncomfortable at the interruption…
(Mithos gasped, eyes sparkling. "This is as good as my romance movies!'")
"K-Kratos?" Lloyd shouted, stuttering. He turned very red.
"Let's just leave them for now. We can come back later." That was Sheena.
"Um, yeah…. We'll be back in a while, okay?" Lloyd fainted, and The Chosen's group left with their unconscious leader in tow.
(Mithos cracked up, but stopped mid-laugh. He had to see what the two would do next. He leaned forward, sitting on the edge of his seat.)
Kratos blushed. Yuan blushed, looking up into his eyes.
Yuan remembered that he was still touching Kratos, and let go of suspiciously quickly. Both folded their arms with similar expressions of discomfort, wondering vaguely what the other was thinking.
Finally, after a minute or so of silence, Kratos spoke up.
"I… I'll be going, now."
And he left, leaving a blushing Yuan to collapse into a sitting position on the floor, head in his hands.
"Ugh! What the heck was that about?" He groaned. "I can't believe they actually thought… Kratos and I…"
Then he stopped speaking, suddenly looking stunned.
In stunned tones, he said his last sentence before the screen faded out.
"I'm such an idiot!"
Dear Diary,
Today was
Pause.
Interesting.
Pause.
Kratos and I had a conversation, if you can call it that. It ended up being very… humiliating. The Chosen's group walked in on us arguing and took it to mean something very different.
But something was strange. Kratos was blushing. I've never seen him blush before…
Yuan shook his head, intrigued.
And then I noticed that I was blushing, too. Me! The great leader of the Renegades! I can't believe myself. I mean, it wasn't that bad. It's not like we were really doing anything.
A blush spread across the present Yuan's face. "Oh, great. It's happening again!"
Diary, what do you think it means? I used to blush a long time ago, but that was about Martel, and…
"No… I can't be…" Yuan said shakily. "I'm not…"
I think
"No…"
I'm
"Definitely not."
In
"No! No, no, no!"
love
"Gah!" Yuan found himself blushing even more outrageously.
With Kratos.
He closed the book very quickly, locking it tightly like it held something extremely important. Which it did.
He shoved it into one of the many drawers in his desk, and rested his elbows on the desk, his head in his hands.
("Oh. My. Goddess!" Mithos squealed. "Go, Yuan! You stopped denying it!")
A sigh. A very lovesick sigh.
"I'm just pathetic…" The blue-haired seraph said slowly. He started shaking a little, and before long a tear rolled down one of his pink cheeks.
"W-what?" Yuan asked himself, wiping the tears from his face and eyes. "No! I'm not crying. Renegade leaders don't cry. I don't cry. I'm Yuan, damn it!"
(Mithos sat in silence. "He's… crying…")
The door to the office opened, and Yuan shot out of his chair, rubbing a hand across his face quickly.
"Yes?" He asked in an unfazed voice.
"Here's your paperwork, sir." Random Renegade #58252 said. He sat the pile on Yuan's desk and exited.
Yuan let out a loud groan.
"I'm going to get some sleep." He whispered. Anything but paperwork…
The scene faded to black, and Mithos clapped enthusiastically.
"I love you, Random Renegades! Whooo!" The blonde angel cheered.
He shut up quickly as the next scene faded in.
Kratos entered, and looked surprised to see Yuan sleeping, of all things. After all, Cruxis angels didn't need to sleep.
Kratos walked over to the side of the bed, staring at Yuan in a rather nosy way.
("Oooh… you're a bad boy, Kratos!" Mithos giggled.)
Kratos watched as Yuan nuzzled the pillow weakly, still asleep. He wondered vaguely what he was dreaming about…
"Mmmm… yes…" Yuan moaned in sleep, causing Kratos to actually jump.
"Praise Martel…" Kratos gulped, looking as if he was about to leave.
("Hey!" Mithos shouted.)
"So… good…" Yuan blushed, snuggling into the pillow again.
"…" Kratos didn't move, and it was obvious that he was watching Yuan's lips move as he spoke.
"Tastes… nice…" The sentence was muffled slightly due to the pillow Yuan was once again nuzzling.
Kratos blushed darkly.
("Just what is he dreaming about, anyway?" Mithos asked aloud. "Wouldn't you just like to know, Kratty?")
For some reason, Kratos was still not leaving. Another moan, and a gasp of pleasure were heard from Yuan. More blushing from Kratos.
"Oh, Kratos…" Yuan purred.
Kratos choked audibly.
(Mithos yelped, immediately pausing the movie to get his breath back. "Whoa…" Unpause.)
"Nnnnn…" A light blush was still on Yuan's face.
Kratos started to silently edge for the door.
"K-kratos… Thanks for… for…" Yuan tried to say something, and Kratos paused in his route to the door.
"Thanks for… buying me… that cheese…"
Kratos looked surprised.
(Mithos fell off the couch, quickly scrambling back up to keep watching.)
"It… good… really… tasty…" Mumbled the sleeping Yuan.
Kratos's face returned to normal, though he appeared disappointed.
("What's this? Do we have ourselves a new development?" Mithos asked, eyes riveted on the screen.)
Kratos gave a last sigh, and made his exit.
"Dude… that was hilarious." Someone shouted.
"Yeah, it's too bad these only come on every week or so…" Someone else sighed.
"Wasn't it crazy when he–" The first speaker was cut off.
"Quiet! Lord Yuan's saying something else, now!"
The voice-overs cut off.
"Yes… Kratos… the cheese… good…"
(Mithos wore a confused expression. So, what? What did cheese matter?)
"Huh? Why… why…" Yuan seemed to be experiencing a new development in his dream.
(Mithos, finally understanding, perhaps, what this dream was leading to, held his breath.)
"What are… you…"
(Mithos started turning blue)
"Wha-" And then, Yuan seemed to be cut off. "Mmmmm… oh, that… Kratos…"
(Mithos's eyes sparkled.)
"Take me, Kratos…" Yuan breathed, nuzzling his pillow with renewed fervor.
(Mithos took the fading screen as opportunity to dance around the room as random outbursts from the Renegades were heard.)
Dear Diary.
I've done it. I've finally gone past the point of insanity. You see, yesterday I had this dream. First, it was just weird. Kratos showed up at the base offering me cheese. I love cheese, and it was my favorite kind, so I took it. I started to eat it, and it was very good, but then
Yuan tapped his pen against his lower lip, trying to phrase his words correctly.
But then Kratos cornered me against this wall, and I dropped the cheese, and then.
Yuan giggled, despite himself. (Mithos later took the opportunity to rip the sound file off the DVD and download it as his cell phone's ring tone.)
"This is going to sound terribly cliché." Yuan told himself, but wrote on.
And then, suddenly, he was kissing me, and I forgot everything and, well… Okay, so I was kissing him, too, and after that…
Well, let's just say it was a very good dream.
But it's going to be very awkward talking to Kratos from now on.
Yuan snapped the journal shut, and locked it. He then proceeded to hide it again.
"Now, to get some work done…"
Yuan scowled, looking at the endless load of papers.
Sighing, he tore open the first envelope. The camera zoomed in to show the writing.
I have always admired your firm resistance against Cruxis's evil. I'd just like to say that you guys are great. Keep it up and all that.
Much thanks, Sheik Yiboudi'
"Must be a local…" Yuan muttered to himself, frowning.
(Mithos burst out laughing. "Sheik… Yiboudi… hah!")
He tossed the letter into the handy trashcan that was hidden by the left side of his desk.
His blue eyes glinting dangerously, he opened the next.
I have always admired your firm resistance against Cruxis's evil. I'd just like to say that you guys are great. Keep it up and all that.
Much thanks, Sheik Yiboudi'
(Mithos broke into giggles again. "What a moron!"
He wasn't sure who he meant by that…)
The next envelope looked professional and, unfortunately, like bills.
"Oh dear…" Yuan said in horror, opening that one. "I must have forgotten to pay the mana bill…"
"245,000 gold?"
(Mithos stopped giggling. "Hey, that's that letter I told Kratos to send to the Base so we could get some more cash…" He gasped.)
The camera zoomed in again to show this letter.
P.O. Box 777777
Welgaia, Derris Kharlan 12345'
"That's odd… didn't the Mana Corporation used to be located somewhere else?" Yuan frowned. And then he smiled, muttering, "Fake!"
With a satisfied dismissal of "Junk," he threw it into the trash as well.
("Awww… it almost worked, too! I'll have to congratulate Kratos on that." Mithos said to himself.)
Yuan opened the next letter, and the camera zoomed in once again.
There is a huge monster plaguing our town of Triet, killing and eating the townspeople. Some say it is the legendary Sand Worm. We are all very afraid it will eat us next, so we decided to write to you to ask you all to take care of it for us. We have no warriors in our town, and we have no way to kill it. So please, think of the many people living here, and answer our prayers. We will never ask you anything ever again, we promise.
By the way, do you guys have any extra food? We're kinda running low on provisions right now. Oh, yeah, and we meant to ask if you all like cake, because the mayor's birthday is coming up and we were thinking of inviting you…
Please help us,
Bud Cheeks'
"What the heck is this crap?" Yuan said in annoyance, throwing this letter into the trashcan as well. "We got rid of that Sand Worm months ago. And what kind of name is 'Bud Cheeks' anyway?"
(Mithos fell off the couch again, and rolled around on the floor laughing.)
Starting to get into a foul mood, Yuan picked up the next letter. The pile didn't seem to be getting any lighter. He opened it, wondering what other strange letters he was getting. The camera zoomed in.
(Mithos got up, and watched with a growing grin.)
I love the way your hair shines in the moonlight
I've seen you, once in a while, when you fight
The horrible monsters of the land, at night
The way you move is oh so right
I think I'm in love…
Would you meet me out in the desert tonight
At the strike of midnight?
I want us to meet, so I can see
If you also love me
Please, wait for me by the entrance of Triet
Tonight, in the moonlight
I'll be waiting,
Buck Naked'
Kratos could be seen entering the office door.
"What the hell is this?" Yuan shouted irritably, waving the 'love poem' in the air wildly.
"I believe it's some kind of love poem." Kratos remarked casually, leaning against the bookshelf beside Yuan's desk.
"Kratos! How did you get in… again?" Yuan looked like he had just experienced a near heart attack. He started blushing, remembering his dream…
"… I used the front entrance, like everyone else." Kratos explained slowly.
("Kratos! I told you already, the best excuse you can have is, "I'm a Cruxis angel"! Besides, it sounds hotter, too!" Mithos scolded the seraphim.)
"Oh…" Yuan went silent for a moment. "That isn't supposed to work like that…" He said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm just… doing paperwork." He scowled again. The camera zoomed in on Yuan's shiny hair.
"Paperwork? It didn't sound that way to me." The brunette remarked in his usual, uncaring tone. The camera zoomed in on his hair, too, and then back out.
"Well, it just happens that all these 'letters' are full of stupid crap that people shouldn't even waist my time on. It's not my fault." He grumbled, annoyed.
"Oh, poor Yuan." Kratos put a hand on the scowling man's shoulder comfortingly.
"What are you doing?" He hissed, slapping the hand away.
(Mithos gasped. "Well, aren't you bold, Kratty!")
"Just for curiosity's sake…" Kratos started to ask. "Are you so annoyed because you got a love letter, or because it was a guy that sent the love letter?"
(Mithos nodded vigorously. "The second one. Definitely the second one.")
"How do you know it was a guy?" Yuan asked suspiciously. "Do you know him, or something?"
"Look at the name." The auburn-haired man pointed out. "Buck. It must be a guy."
"… I guess you're right." Yuan admitted grudgingly.
("Touché! Very impressive!" Mithos cheered.)
"You still didn't answer my question." Kratos stated calmly.
"I don't have to answer if I don't want to." Yuan said stubbornly, starting to open the next letter. Kratos read over his shoulder, causing him to lean forward, and farther away from the man.
The camera zoomed in, and Mithos just about died.
("Like, oh my goddess!" Mithos screamed. "That's so WRONG!")
The letter had content in it that was not appropriate for… well… anyone. And Kratos was reading it over Yuan's shoulder, chuckling.
The name at the bottom showed that this letter was also from a guy.
"Good grief!" Yuan buried his head in his hands, wishing to be anywhere but at his desk at the base.
(Mithos nearly fainted, but managed to hold on a little longer.)
Kratos laughed. Actually laughed. That certainly woke Mithos up. (He made a mental note to download that sound file to his phone, too.)
"What is it, now?" Yuan asked, his eyes narrowing.
"You keep getting love letters. Isn't it funny that all of them are men?" Kratos teased mercilessly.
"That's it! I'm not putting up with all this!" Yuan shouted, tackling Kratos to the ground suddenly.
(Mithos gasped yet again. "Oh, Yuan, you shouldn't!" He knew from watching so many romance movies-and the novels-that this was a baaaaaaaad move.)
Kratos took hold of Yuan's wrists before he could cause the other man any serious damage. On top of that, Yuan was now struggling in the brunette's grip, practically lying on top of him.
("I told you so!" Mithos stuck out his tongue.)
"Let me go, Kratos! Let me go so I can hit you!"
(Mithos laughed obnoxiously.)
After a while, Yuan stopped struggling, and instead glared at Kratos, who stared back without much emotion.
"Do you want to know who sent all those letters?" Kratos asked suddenly, a mysterious look on his face.
(Mithos gasped. Yes, again. His throat started to feel a bit dry from gasping, so he paused the movie to get a soda. Sitting back down, he started to drink some of it.)
"Hell yes! Tell me, so I can kill them!" Yuan growled.
"I'll only tell you if you do something for me." At Yuan's suspicious glance, he added something else. "It's nothing big, nothing that involves killing or maiming."
(Mithos stopped drinking for a moment. "No, Yuan! You know he likes you! He could ask for anything, like-")
"All right." Yuan said at once, eyes glinting. "What do I have to do?"
"Kiss me." Kratos said calmly.
(Mithos pointed at Yuan. "Like that. See, I'm right!")
"What did you say?" Yuan asked, incredulous.
"You heard me." Kratos grinned slightly. "I told you it was nothing big, and you agreed. And I'm going to hold you to your promise."
"N-no! I can't do that, my reputation will be-" Yuan said frantically.
"There's no one here but you and me, Yuan." Kratos said slowly, making sure the blue-haired man got the picture. "No one is going to see."
(Mithos snorted. "I'm allllllllways watching. Remember that.")
"But… I can't… I don't…" He whinged. "I'm not even into guys!" He shouted at last.
(Mithos snorted even more loudly.)
"Yes, you are." Kratos told him in all seriousness. "You know it, and I know it."
"How can you know something like that? I never-" Yuan snapped.
"Remember Mithos's birthday, ages ago, when he brought all that wine? It must have been good stuff, because you got even more drunk than he did, and you know how much that one drinks…"
("Hey! I do NOT have a drinking problem! I just… well… forget it!" Mithos exclaimed angrily.)
"That's… I see…" Yuan paled. "What did I tell you?" He looked scared.
"Only that you're attracted to men." Kratos said carefully. Yuan let out a sigh of relief.
(Mithos smiled. "Good Yuan.")
"Brunette men." He added. Yuan blinked warily.
(Mithos frowned. "Uh oh, not so good…")
"Who wear purple." He added again. Yuan's mouth dropped.
(Mithos gasped. "Like, oh my goddess!")
"What are you insinuating?" Yuan asked in outrage.
"You still have to do it. And I won't tell you who sent the letters unless you do."
Yuan bit his lip.
(Mithos started to sip his soda again. Yuan wasn't going to do it, anyway. I mean-)
"Fine." Yuan said seriously. His wrists were released. He then put his hands on Kratos's shoulders, and leaned down, pressing his lips to Kratos's.
(Mithos snorted soda up his nose.)
Kratos's hands snaked around Yuan's back, bringing him closer, as well as deepening the kiss.
Slowly, they broke off the embrace, but their faces were still very, very close. Yuan had a confused but slightly triumphant look in his eyes. Kratos smiled.
(Mithos gasped again. "…")
"So, you want to know who sent all those annoying letters? And the love notes?" Kratos asked.
"The what?" Yuan said blankly.
(Mithos fell off the couch.)
"Don't tell me you've forgotten." Kratos said in surprise.
"O-oh, I mean, of course!" Yuan tried to look as if he had never forgotten. "Tell me!"
"It was…" Kratos started to speak. "Me."
"Y-you? It couldn't have been you, not the love poem, and the-"
("Kratos, you bad boy!" Mithos yelled, remembering the letter that nearly made him gouge his eyes out.)
"Yes, I wrote them all. Just to get on your nerves." He stated far, far too calmly.
"You what this means, don't you?" Yuan said dangerously.
"You're going to kill me, correct?" Kratos said with a hint of dry humor.
"No, not exactly." The blue-haired man said, drawing even closer. He started to kiss Kratos again, by free will this time.
(Mithos, this time, did faint. "It's… so… beautiful…")
And Mithos's world, and the screen, went dark temporarily.
