Chapter 1:

Friends vs. Family

Disclaimer: I do not own Tos

Boredom.

The first word to begin this story and Zelos' feelings of the world. Not much has changed in his opinion since he saved the mana links of the world with his fellow companions. He still flirts with any random girl in sight who obviously knew he was the Chosen, he still held the powers of the Chosen, Seles still sucks, he still thought the King was pretty lame no matter how much he improved and he was bored with it. Nothing new, nothing exciting. Time spent traveling to save Sylvarant and Tethe'alla was way more fun than this.

He blew upwards, making his breath flick a piece of red hair off of his face.

Here he was, the Great Zelos Wilder, lying in one of the gardens around Meltokio and enjoying nature instead of the sweet, smooth skin of women.

Lately, that was all he spent his time doing: flirting. He cunningly smirked in remembrance of how fun it was to seduce the opposite gender and get awarded. As for what the awards were, you can assume that for yourself.

But one of the best awards was the answers in class during his childhood in school. Oh, how simply easy it was to hit on the nerd in class and then instantly he's given the homework, test, essays, etc. That became so much of a hobby for Zelos that he couldn't even trace back to exactly when he began doing it. That could be seen as a bad sign to a degree, but it wasn't like he bullied them into sharing. He didn't beat them up for it or threatened to kill them with his almighty Chosen powers, they were willingly given to him. And he politely accepted the offer.

Zelos rose from the soft, green grass, dusted the dirt off and walked towards the castle.

Now it was time for work.

And by work, he just suggested a few things to the King for him to consider, helped around at the Church and even helped a little girl find her kitty. And he did all of that in forty-five minutes… and it was only around one o'clock in the afternoon.

"I have absolutely nothing to do. Yay," Zelos sarcastically remarked. He casually adventured around Meltokio while passing various women with sex on their minds. Examining and studying their expressions weren't necessary for the Chosen to just know.

Eventually he stopped at his home and decided that a nice nap would be nice. Besides, if he didn't get enough rest, bags of drowsiness would form beneath his eyes and ruin his face. Now that was something he could never accept.

"Welcome back," the butler politely said to Zelos as he entered his home. He bowed down respectfully as Zelos tiredly greeted him back.

He dragged himself into his room and flopped onto the bed making the springs squeak suddenly from the impact. He burrowed his face into his pillow and sighed into it.

Being in his own home and own bed made him feel at home, but it wasn't a good feeling for him. He felt so homely here that it sickened him. He wanted to go out and explore Tethe'alla and Sylvarant once again; he wanted to sleep in hotels and meet people and help them. Hell, he wouldn't even mind getting kidnapped.

Get away from what exactly?

To get away from chronological order. It just felt way too… weird now. He craved more adventures and his curiosity was getting the best of him. He missed the spontaneity in his life. Everything now was predictable, expected, boring.

All of his friends were truly doing lots of things that you would judge as significant. Genis and Raine were roaming around the world to help half-elves, Lloyd and Colette was collecting Exspheres, Regal and Presea was helping the Lorenzo Company and Kratos was somewhere. The only places he went to was parties and meetings and it wasn't like he really cared for those fake people. Nothing about them was genuine.

Sending Sheena off as the emissary of peace made him a tad bit jealous though. She was already the Chief of Mizuho making her important and welcomed, so maybe she didn't need that burden. Well, she didn't appear reluctant about it…

Whatever. His desires were pretty selfish and pointless, right? There really wasn't a need for him to envy his friends and instead, he should be absolutely proud and he was.

'I'm pressuring my self about this way too much,' was the last thought that drifted through Zelos' mind before he finally succumbed to sleep.

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"Master Zelos, the king has requested for you," Sebastian said while gently tapping Zelos' shoulder to awaken him.

"Mm… tell him I'm… busy," Zelos murmured silently from his deep slumber.

"This is an urgent matter, Sir. I'm very sorry, but you must depart immediately," the butler responded with the most respect, sternness and patience he could muster. Our little Chosen friend glared at him in retort but still obeyed. One of these days he was going to learn how to speak… butler-ish.

Zelos rose off the bed, fixed his hair in the mirror and physically prepared himself. No matter where he was going, he had to look good; looking like trash (even if you're going to the dump) was one of Zelos' pet peeves he couldn't tolerate. Maybe that could be the reason why elegant woman loved him so much, he thought.

Nah, everyone loves him.

After more long minutes of Zelos examining his features Sebastian became annoyed. "I do believe I said immediately," he displeasingly noted as he emphasized the last word hoping Zelos got the hint.

"Fine, fine. I'm going. Don't throw a fit." He unwillingly left to the marvelous castle where the King dwells in Meltokio.

The following events happened as he strolled merrily along: Girls hit on him, boys glared with raging jealousy though some secretly loved him, children were running around everywhere, some random dog peed next to his leg, the damned wind ruined his hair numerous times, the guards were chattering instead of doing their jobs but worst of all Zelos almost fell. The mighty one nearly fell to his demise and was mere moments away from scarring the gorgeous face he was blessed with by the great goddess Martel. Not acceptable.

Four minutes after he left, he arrived at his destination and stood in front of the king seated in his throne.

"Zelos Wilder, Chosen of Tethe'alla, you have been summoned here for a serious issue that has been concerning me and the well being of our future based upon your actions." Zelos frowned slightly. All he had to say was, 'Hey, we have a problem with you.' That wasn't too hard, now was it?

The king ignored Zelos' look and continued on. "I suggest you work on new ways to help your home and people. When you have finally decided, confirm and accept this with me. Do I make myself clear?" the king asked.

Zelos mouth dropped. Was he serious? What the hell was he supposed to do anyway? All he had was a title and, to a point, holy powers and related to people considered "royalty." Even if he never told anyone this, he was bluntly honest with his lineage but it really seemed stupid to him. Okay, so he was the Chosen, heck, he hated it. It's not like he really did much of anything important. He just commanded people and they reacted with, "Sweet Goddess Martel! He is so important. We must obey his every wish since he contains such divine and spiritual power!" Humans can be so stupid, they're always searching for a leader to place their faith in.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you. Don't worry about it. I just got so worked up about the whole saving the world and bring the tree and goddess Martel into this world that I basically forgot what relaxation feels like. You can't really blame someone back on an adventure," Zelos stated as he forced the largest and fakest smile he could muster.

The king looked at him and flicked his hand to dismiss Zelos. The king just couldn't understand people like him. They can be raging like a waterfall of anger and moments away from killing, yet they falsely beamed at people and had patience with the enemy as if they were a child. That kind of behavior left the king wary.

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"Ugh, I can't believe this," roared Zelos as he kicked the door in his room with the strength of an elephant. Really, he broke the thing. "Who does he think he is? I deserve more respect from that ungrateful hick. I swear."

He flopped down onto the bed and relaxed.

Once calming his nerves and putting his mind at ease, he thought up ways to help his home since—obviously—he wasn't doing crap

'I could bring more babies into this world,' he sarcastically remarked. Sarcasm was his cure in life. It made him so happy and pissed and annoyed others which made it even more entertaining.

"… Hm… I'll get suggestions from Sebastian. He's smart like that." Zelos joyously whistled off to his butler who solved all troubles in life. Next to his mother, his butler was probably to only other person who understood him during his childhood years. Everyone else was more like… pawns and his own father and sister were just extra baggage he had to worry about. They never cared for him in a loving way, so their existence held no meaning in his point of view. Sebastian was definitely like family to him. He could always count on family!

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Well, Sebastian?"

"…"

"Nevermind!"

"I deeply apologize, Sir."

"I'll just ask some one else!"

It's a good thing we're given friends to make up for family.

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Thanks to everyone who is reading this anyway. I love you. :D