Hiya! This story idea popped up into my head when my friend, RCRHyo15, and I were quoting the French in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Disclaimer – I do not own Spriggan buh I do own Natalie.

"Jean! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!" A girl with light brown hair begged, her chocolate colored eyes widening in mock sorrow (more commonly known as the puppy eyes) as she trailed after the stoic Frenchman.

Jean merely glanced down at her; she was shorter than him by a foot, at least. "I've told you, Natalie, no."

"But Jeeeeeaaaaaan!" She latched onto his arm and looked up at him, whimpering. "It's my birthday today!"

"And you are lucky I haven't given you your birthday beating, now stop bothering me and go away."

"Or shall you taunt me a second time?" Natalie raised an eyebrow, grinning up at him. "C'mon! It's just one line! Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"

"Do you want your birthday beating now?" Jean asked coolly, still looking straight ahead.

Natalie cringed and immediately let go of his arm. Any person with common sense would let go, unless they had a death wish or something. She had seen Jean and Ominae spar; it looked more like a deadly dance with their speed and strength.

Then, something sparked in that head of hers'.

"Oh Jeeeeeeeeean,"


"If you say it, just that one little line, I'll be your servant for two weeks and not complain about the tasks you tell me to do."

Jean thought about this. Natalie hated to do physical work unless the job called for it, but even then, she'd complain about being forced to do inhumane things, even if it was picking up something as small as a handgun. "Make it a month and you got yourself a deal."

"A month! Jean! It's just one fuggin' line! What have you got to lose?"

"My pride and my dignity."

Natalie lowered her head. She had no other choice. "And on my birthday, too…" She said softly, sniffling a couple of times.

"A month or no line. I know you, Natalie, you won't cry over something as small as this."

Natalie snorted and looked up at him. "Comment je vous déteste." She held out her hand. "Affaire."

"Affaire." He took her hand and shook it.

"Alright. Line, now!" Natalie look up at him with waiting eyes.

Jean sighed; it was worth it. "I fart in your general direction."

No one could stop Natalie's laughing for the rest of the day.

Comment je vous déteste – How I hate you

Affaire – Deal

Sorry for any OOC, ; I tried mah best.