Disclaimer: DON'T OWN IT. Dur.

A/N: ok, first fic in a billion years, and first TOS fic ever, so be nice ,o and if you flame me, I will freaking love you and dedicate a whole chapter to you 3

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Yuan was having a very bad day. A very, very bad day. It was one of the days after the two world's had been reunited. Wondrous to all. Except for the blue haired halfling.

"What the hell!" Yuan was even started to get pissed off. For you see, he lost his current prized possession. The one possession that held him high and mighty over his former companion known as Kratos. And if he lost it, he was freaking screwed.

"Man! Where is it?" Yuan continued throwing random clothes out of his drawrs until they were completely empty. He had considered going to the Tethe' alla base to look for it as well, but ever since the worlds were united, the two bases had miraculously ended up right next to each other. So naturally, the two were combined.

Yuan was seriously close to crying. He knew if he couldn't find his treasure soon, his ass would be kicked. Kicked so hard he'd probably never feel it again. Because if he didn't find it within the next five minutes, Kratos himself was bound to come waltzing in in all his arrogant glory, realize he'd lost it, run off to find it himself and BANG, blackmail over, and a blue haired halfling dead.

With his third drawr empty, Yuan had one other option. "Fuck! Control room!" He dropped a random pair of boxers he was about to throw across the room and ran. He ran out the door and made it about five feet down the hall, almost blind in his rush, but before he made it another foot, he ran into a large purple blockade.

"Get out of the way! HELLO. In a RUSH." He pushed the person out of his way and continued running down the hall. Or at least attempting to. The "purple blockade", also known as Kratos, had grabbed the end of his cape and looked more irritated than the time Lloyd had given him poisoned spaghetti. Of course it wasn't truly poisoned, just tasted like it to Kratos.

"So, Yuan. Where were you headed off to just now? And in such a hurry too; very unlike you."

Yuan's face paled and he stopped running in place immediately. Deciding quickly to play stupid he spun around to face Kratos with a confused look.

"What the hell Kratos? As you can see I'm trying to go somewhere very fucking important and what the hell are you doing back in your purple… Thing? I told you to clean the fucking bathroom, and indeed not in that, correct?" Yuan idly pulled his cape out of Kratos' grasp, ignoring his irritated, although slightly amused expression. "Now, for the love of Martel, get back to your work and into your clothes before I rape you of your dignity to more than just me. Now, please, I must be going."

"Yeah… Hey Yuan, whenever you get back, keep in mind I have no more reason to stay under your control. I think… I'm gonna fucking kill you."

Yuan paused in walking away. 'Fuck. He found it first. Fuckfuckfuckfuckidyfuck.'

"I made copies!" The halfling's left eye twitched violently he ran at full speed down the hall.

Kratos stared at Yuan's retreating figure. "Heh. Perhaps I shan't kill you. But I shall definitely put you through the same condescending things you put me through." The redhead glared halfheartedly at the hall Yuan had run down moments ago (he had turned some random corner apparently, for he was gone now). "Hmm… I wonder if he truly made copies…? No… I doubt that." Kratos shifted and pulled the awful photograph out of his pocket. He glared at it. How Yuan had gotten a hold of it he had no clue, but the point was he did, and he had held it high above his head for the past week. It was awful… Threatening to show his son, his friends, little small people who were miniscule, but still had a vision of who Kratos was, Yuan had managed to make the redhead to clean. For a week. Nonstop cleaning. Amongst other things, and while wearing some of the most awful things, but Kratos had decided to either block that from his memory for now, or just not think about it.

He glared at the photo again. "I seriously would like to know where he got this… I haven't been to Altamria for years… none the less spoken to those awful.. Rabbit women…"

Kratos sighed and put the picture safely away so as not to lose it as carelessly as Yuan had.

"Well, now that I am free…" He stretched idly as he said this to himself. "I should perhaps find that dress again… I certainly will not let Yuan go without wearing it as well…"Kratos almost grinned. Almost. But it came out as a sadistic and unhappy expression, instead of the smile his mind's face was wearing. ("I really need to work on my ability to smile when it's appropriate…"). So, Kratos ventured down the hall in the opposite direction Yuan had gone until he came upon one of the many bathrooms in the renegade base. The redhead glared at it's interior, something he had been doing a lot for the past week, but regardless stepped inside and picked up a pink and white bundle of clothes on the ground. He had a disgusted face, not even wanting to touch the clothing again. But, it was for the sake of revenge, so he made an acceptation.

Kratos walked back down the hall and walked into the nicer quarters in the base. It was technically Yuan's office, but for the moment Kratos decided to make it his own home.

"hmm… How shall I go about this…" Kratos sat and thought to himself. He was never truly 'violent' so he wasn't sure how he was going to be able to do this. "I could force him… but that would involve… interesting consequences… so the only option is to blackmail him as well… fuck."

Kratos was shocked at his revelation. He had nothing, after 4000 years, to blackmail Yuan with. And now, for the first time in possibly 3000 years, he was pissed. The whole week he had been looking forward to extracting his revenge. And now he realized, he could do nothing.

"… goddamn pride… goddamn Yuan…. Goddamn dress…. GODDAMNIT…" and then it happened, Kratos was sent into a manic fury, built up over his extended life time. Heads were gonna role. heads were gonna fucking role.

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…. A/N: I should be shot… but eh… ohk, probably a one shot, reviews are kickass, flames are awesome, MERRY CHRISTMAS! I just remembered that oO fuck….. And uh….. don't hate me too bad for the sucky crap you just read. oO

how the HELL do you spell acceptance? … THAT TIME IT DIDN'T HAVE A RED LINE… WTH?

… another question… drawr, as in a bureau, how do you spell that? Drawr, drawer, dror, too many ways and … no one spells it in a conventional way… so my brain has no definite way either… EGRH…

... another one, as in the last line, would it be roll or role...? i know ... know i dont know anything about spelling...

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