Disclaimer: Slayers does not belong to me, but is the property of Hajime Kazanka, Rui Araizumi and those companies that represent them. I'm just borrowing them for a little while. The dialogue at the end of the story comes from the manga "Inuyasha" by Rumiko Takahashi and is in volume 29, chapter 286 of that work.

Introduction: This isn't a story persay, but a collection of drabbles and one-shots that really don't have a home anywhere else. It's similiar in nature to my on-going Inuyasha fic, "Shikon no Go: A Fanfic in 100 Chapters," which is based off of Akai Kitsune's "Kendo no Go" for Rurouni Kenshin. The model for both of those stories is "In the Language of Love," a novel by Diane Schoemperlen. Like "Shikon no Go," the chapters here vary in length from very short to somewhat lengthy, feature all of the charactersand are based off of one-word themes. However, there's not a firm chapter count like there is with "Shikon no Go " (which is on chapter 85 right now.) This sketchbook will cover the anime, manga and novels and those have events that tend to contradict each other at times. The author's notes at the end of the chapters should help make clear if I'm using a storyline other than the anime.



In the days following his rescue from Isabella, Lina followed Gourry like a stray puppy attached to an unsuspecting new owner. It was something Gourry found both amusing and frustrating. There weren't many times when he wanted to be by himself, but now was one of them. Instead of him faithfully following Lina, she was doing the same to him.

Thanks to a bit of white magic by a guilty Lina, most of his injuries from his recent kidnapping had faded. Those were relatively nothing and if anything, he had become use to being banged up in various schemes hatched by Lina.

But this latest one made him furious, and she just quite didn't get it. It wasn't Lina's fault that he had gotten kidnapped, but her attitude about rescuing him could had been a little bit different. What gave her the right to think she could cast explosive spells on him at will and follow it up by tears and an apology? Was he so simple?

Gourry snorted. Yes. Yes, he was.

He didn't bother looking over his shoulder at her. "Don't you have a village to blow up or something? Restaurant to go plunder? Princesses to go leech money off of?"

"I knew it! You're still mad!"

He increased his walking pace and she kept right up with him.

"Come on, Gourry, you've been giving me the cold shoulder for three days now." Lina danced around in front of him and gave him a silly expression, hoping to draw a smile from him. Instead, he nearly stepped on her. He quickly side-stepped her and kept going.

"Look, what did you want me to say? You're my true love and I had to storm the castle on your behalf? I would had never gotten anywhere with Isabella otherwise! You're being a bit too pig-headed."

He whirled around and stuck his nose in her face. "If that was the case, why didn't you explain that three days ago instead of looking like a moose caught in trap?"

Lina raised an eyebrow. "You mean mouse, right?"

Gourry sighed and turned his back on her. He made his way off the road, spotting a small creek not far away. He knelt and drank several handfuls of water, then moved to a shady patch of grass and leaned against a sun-warmed boulder.

Lina dropped to the ground by his side. After a few minutes, Gourry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed she appeared deep in thought. Her eyes were downcast and she seemed a little sad. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing he was the reason why she felt that way. But he had every right to be angry. He'd been serious when he told her that he would protect her for the rest of his life. After all, as dangerous as they were together, she'd be lethal on her own.

He has plenty of time to mull the situation over and knew that Lina had to be taught a lesson. There were times that she treated him like a toy, and for the most part, he didn't mind. But for some reason, with this one situation, it did.

She laced her fingers together, pulled them apart and repeated it. "How long are you going to be mad at me?"

"I don't know." The longer they sat together, the less angry he felt. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

Lina sighed. "Okay. Maybe I put you in danger just a little."

He snorted. "Just a little?"

"Okay, a lot! I shouldn't had done what I did. There, I admitted it. Are you happy?" She folded her arms over her chest and pouted a bit.

"That's not what I'm mad about."

Lina scowled. "Then why are you mad at me?"

It was now or never, Gourry decided. "Do you still want the Sword of Light?"

Lina's eyes danced and she clasped her hands together. "Are you giving it to me?"

"If I did, what would you do with it?"

Lina got to her knees and nearly bounced with excitement as she described in detail all of the experiments she would try, the bandits she could get and how she would study its properties. Most of it went over his head, but his heart sank lower and lower the longer she prattled on.

"What would you do with me?" he asked so quietly that she almost didn't hear him.

Her litany halted and she sat back on her haunches. She stared at her hands, then plopped back on the ground. "I don't know," she muttered. "Why, are you going somewhere?"

The ache in his heart eased slightly. "But you keep saying you want my sword..."

She hastily cut him off. "What did you expect me to do? Sell you off to a circus the moment I get my hands on it?"

His eyes lit up and he jabbed afinger in her face. "Ah, so you have considered it!"

"I have not!" Lina's voice rose to a shout and she glared at him. "What makes you think that I would get rid of you once I had the sword?"

"But you keep saying that you were just rescuing me because I have the Sword of Light," Gourry pointed out.

"Of course you have the Sword of Light! That's a fact! And even if you hadn't had it, I'd rescued you. Are you happy now?" She waited for his reaction, then huffed a little. "You're still angry, aren't you?"

Gourry looked down at her. Lina stared at the water, eyes hooded, shoulders slumped. Impulsively, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her against him. She stiffened, then relaxed and leaned into him.

"I'm still a little angry," he admitted. But because I love you, I can't help it.


Author's Note: This one-shot came about as an experiment in attempting to write from Gourry's point of view for a scene in "Search for the Darkstar." After several drafts which resulted in some head-banging, I figured it was time to try some short pieces to see if I could get into his head, which is very hard. It's not as rough as writingZelgadiss, but still not as easy as Lina or Amelia. This story is set following the two-part "Target: Gourry" story in the original Rui Araizumi manga, published as Slayers: Medieval Mayham in the U.S. Gourry's lines at the end are borrowed from the series Inuyasha and come from volume 29, chapter 286 of that manga.