Author's Note – So I'm finally writing my first fanfiction. The main pairing is Pratty x Varil x Sakuro, but there may be little hints of other pairings…hehehe. Anyway, if you have any good suggestions for future chapters…please suggest them! I won't update too often, but I will try my best! Please rate and review if you think it's a decent story! Arigato!

Disclaimer – I do not own onion ice-cream and Summon Night, but I do own this fanfiction.

"Nigelle, are you sure? Pratty is at the harbor?" Varil had just woken up and he was surprised at this piece of information. Nigelle had sighted Pratty at the harbor with her Guardian Beast, Sugar, and had told him about it.

Nigelle nodded and said with amusement, "Young Master Varil…would I lie to you about a girl who has a place in your heart?" Varil blushed furiously. Yes, he loved Pratty, but if he admitted it, the Craftlord would probably assume that he had a fever and was talking nonsense.

Even Sanary and Razzy knew of his crush on Pratty and during her absence, they would have teased him about it nearly everyday, if he had not avoided them. How they knew about Varil's crush, he did not know and never did he want to find out. He regained his composure and stopped blushing.

"Nigelle, don't fool around. Pratty and I are rivals." The servant just flashed a knowing smile for Varil to see, and then turned around to leave the room. Varil sighed, after which, he stood up from his bed and walked out of his room as well. He might as well check on his rival and best friend.

He walked down the stairs, but since he was so distracted thinking about Pratty, he tripped and nearly caused an earthquake in his house. "Ouch!" His servant, who was nearby dusting a vase, chuckled softly. "Young Master Varil, don't daydream about Miss Pratty. You'll only end up in the hospital."

"Why, thank you, Nigelle." Varil said sarcastically and jumped back to his feet. "You're lucky you didn't bother Master Libody with his work." Varil replied bitterly, "Although I wish it did…anyway, I'm going to see how Pratty's doing." Nigelle smiled knowingly at Varil again and then he walked away to finish his dusting. Varil ignored his servant's smile and went out of his house.

Meanwhile, Pratty and her Guardian Beast, Sugar, were taking in the familiar scent of Wystern. "It's been three years, Wystern!" announced the Craftlord happily. "Um, Master Pratty? It's been only two years." Pratty blushed and laughed awkwardly. The Guardian Beast smiled and announced, "I have been fulfilling my duty as Master Pratty's wife for two years, Wystern!"

Pratty's blush deepened and she said, "Uh, maybe not…" Suddenly, Pratty was hit by a spear from behind and she fainted. "Ah! Oh dear, Master Pratty, are you okay!" Sugar turned around to see her master's eternal rival, Varil, standing there in disbelief. "Did I just see what I just saw? My rival's become weaker after two years of adventuring around! If this kept happening, I would be a Craftlord immediately!"

Pratty stirred. "Uh, that hurt…Varil! You didn't have to hit that hard." The boy folded his arms and said mockingly, "Looks like you've become weaker after your journey." Pratty protested, "No, I haven't! I was just…caught off guard! Yes, that's right!" Varil rolled his eyes and replied, "Bah, you're just weaker than me. Admit it, Pratty." The Craftlord stood up and protested again, "No, I have not become weaker!"

Varil smirked and raised an eyebrow. "All right then, tonight, meet me at the park. We'll have a little contest to see who's better than whom. Shall we, Pratty?" The Craftlord smiled and said, "Why not! If I win, then you must tell everyone your most deep-down secrets!" Varil mumbled to himself, "(How unthreatening…)" He then announced, "But if I win…you'll have to kiss Sakuro, Sugar, Rondeau, Nigelle and me, without telling why!"

"Ugh, all right." Varil smiled evilly, thinking to himself how easy it would be to win. That night, Pratty went to the park and saw Varil already waiting there. "All right, I'm ready for your challenge!" Varil smirked. He knew Pratty's one and only weakness…he took out a plate which was covered with a metal bowl. Then he slowly picked up the bowl and showed the dish to Pratty…

"AH! NOT THIS! Please, Varil…NOT THIS!" Pratty panicked when she saw and smelled the food that she hated the most…it was the super-deadly…onion ice-cream. "Why didn't you tell me it was this…this thing?" Varil smiled innocently. "That's because you didn't ask me to elaborate." Pratty said angrily, "But you said it was a contest, right? This is not a contest! You're just cheating, Varil!"

"No, I'm not. We're going to see who is the fastest to finish the ice-cream. Hurry up; the ice-cream will melt." Pratty sighed and thought sadly, "I have a feeling that I won't be winning this contest…" Varil handed her one of the ice-cream cones and announced, "Okay, the contest will be starting in 3…2…1…START EATING!"

Varil started eating the ice-cream at a slow pace, while Pratty looked hesitant at the onion-flavored ice cream. The boy smiled as he knew the Craftlord wouldn't win. Soon, Pratty would be kissing him. But, if Pratty somehow discovered that it was only vanilla ice-cream with an onion smell…

Varil ate the ice-cream at a faster pace, while Pratty was still hesitating. She put a finger into the ice-cream and forced it to go into her mouth. When it finally did, Pratty widened her eyes in surprise. "Gee, Varil…the onion ice-cream tastes quite like vanilla." The boy choked back a laugh as he started biting onto the biscuit cone. She still thought that it was onion-flavored.

Then she wondered, "Hey Varil, could it be vanilla ice-cream with the smell of onion I'm eating?" The boy mumbled, "Maybe, maybe not." Pratty asked, "What did you say?" Varil said out loudly, "Maybe, maybe not. Now can you hear?" Pratty smiled and nodded. The boy looked at his cone. Only a bit left! Most of Pratty's ice-cream had melted, and was dribbling onto her hand and clothes.

Varil grinned and threw the last bit into his mouth. He quickly munched it and swallowed it. "Hmm, I'm done, Pratty." The Craftlord sighed. "Oh all right…I lose. But can I not kiss Rondeau and Nigelle?" Varil snorted and said, "Oh, fine…what about Sakuro then?" Pratty smiled thoughtfully. "He's just a little older than Sanary…it's all right. Sugar's a girl, so it's fine."

"Oh, but about Rondeau's and Nigelle's kiss…you can kiss me instead." said Varil mockingly. "Do I have an option?" Varil shook his head. "No, it's an order." Pratty said dully, "You know something? I hate you, Varil." Varil was a little hurt when she said this, but he knew she was lying. "No, you can't hate me." The Craftlord asked again, "So I must like you and not hate you?"

Varil smiled innocently and said, "Yes, of course. It's an order." The Craftlord recited an idiom, "You can't love to order, Varil." The boy just grinned and said, "I didn't say 'love', Pratty. I said 'like', so it's different. And…I'm impressed." Pratty smiled and asked, "Really, Varil?" The boy nodded. "Yes, I am. Who knew a broken light bulb could suddenly light up?"

"Well, if you changed it, of course." Varil laughed. "You mean, like transfer the light from one to another? How do you do that, I wonder?" Pratty said impatiently, "You can just…transplant it…or use a teleporter…" Varil was laughing like a maniac now. He wiped away a tear and explained, "That broken light bulb is…you, Pratty…"

"…Wait, are you calling me stupid?" Varil smirked and asked, "Depends. So whose brain did you transplant to your utterly empty head? And how in the world did you manage to get a teleporter into your head, Pratty?" Pratty blushed at Varil's statement. So that was what he meant all along…a surge of anger went through her. "Varil! How could you call me stupid! I'm a human, you know! And I have feelings too, unlike a robot! But then again, a robot has feelings too!"

Varil looked a little shocked as she said this angrily, then he felt a pang of guilt in him. He had been harsh to her, by calling her stupid. "I'm really sorry…Pratty, I shouldn't have said that." The Craftlord looked a little surprised at his apology and teased, "Wow! Did I just sense emotions? Oh Parista, I did!" Varil sighed and said, "Fine, tease me all you want for revenge. But you'll still have to kiss Sakuro, Sugar and me."

"You just wait, Varil…I will have my sweet revenge for this…" Varil wasn't bothered much about the revenge part. He was looking forward to kissing Pratty. But he was a little disappointed though…she actually thought that kissing Sakuro was fine…but it was all right, actually. This kind of opportunity did not come everyday, so he would just have to make use of this win. "I'll make her wear a dress and some makeup…maybe a necklace as well…"

Cliff-hanger! I'll be updating soon and I really do hope you all like this story. By the way, the eventual pairing will be Pratty x Varil. I apologize to the people who like the Sakuro x Pratty pairing. There will be more Sakuro in the next chapter and more Sakuro x Pratty in the later chapters, however.