Of Memories and Roses

A/N: My collection! -polishes- Shall we go? x33 -huggles-
She was cleaning out her old memories. Boxes and boxes of forgotten, and rediscovered mementos of her dreams and hopes.

She was cleaning out her old memories.

Because she was making new ones.

Old ones, she decided, weren't important. I'll just forget about them.

And she was putting them carefully into piles. Neat ones, messy ones... she would organize them individually later.

Suddenly, her sleeve caught onto something.

She blinked. What?

Lifting it out carefully, she unhooked the old book from her woolen sweater, and gently blew the dust off the cover.

'To Acinacia, From Zevi' was imprinted on the cover in golden letters.

'Don't open this until later', was scribbled on a slip of oil paper clipped to the top.

Oh! She realized. He gave it to me two years ago on my birthday. I completely forgot about opening it. Should I open it now? It's already been a lot later.

She shrugged. Why not? She wasn't ever likely to come across this ever again.

Lifting the lock, she opened the book and gasped. It was a hollow book, rarely found.

And inside the carved space, was a single dried rose.

Laughing, she lifted the rose out. A rose? She giggled to herself. He's going to have to owe me a better present this year.

But looking down, she realized that there was a note underneath where the rose was. Raising an eyebrow, she took the note out and read it:

'Tell me when you're ready.'

Frowning slightly, she studied the note harder. What did that mean? Ready for what?

The rose fell as she stood up and held the note closer to the light from the window. She peered closer at the piece of paper, wondering if there was more that she hadn't noticed.

Plunk.

Startled, she jumped slightly. What was that?

Looking around her, she spotted the rose on the floor. Picking it back up, she looked over the simple rose. Roses don't go 'plunk', do they?

Turning it upside down, she was quite puzzled. Cleaning was surely a mystery in itself.

Plunk!

She jumped again as something hard hit her foot. Ow. Glancing down irritably at whatever hit her foot, she froze.

Oh good Odin.

Very slowly, she bent down and picked the object up. Hastily, she held it up to the light, as she did with the note. The note!

Looking over the note again, she began trembling. There was no doubt about it.

Where was that stupid Whitesmith at a time like this?

Hurriedly dressing into her Gypsy clothes, she dashed down the stairs and out the front door, cleaning out her memories forgotten. They would have to wait.

Running across the streets of Prontera, she ignored the catcalls of the men and only concentrated on getting to his house.

Spotting it, she quickly made her way there and breathing heavily, she knocked repeatedly on his door.

"Zev! Zev, you idiot! Zev, you better open this now, or else I'll Arrow Vulcan this pathetic piece of wood that you call a door!"

"Geez, Aci, I can hear you all the way from Yuno. Calm down, I'm coming." Was the faint answer that she received.

"You better!" she hollered back, stomach turning.

"Okay, okay, okay." The whitesmith opened the door and stared at his friend, eyebrows raised. "What's your problem today?" Then, he stopped as he saw what she pulled out from her sleeve pockets.

"Oh."

"Oh?" She stamped her foot. "Is that all you've got to say? Oh?"

A smirk began growing on his face. "Sure. What else would you like me to say?"

A pregnant pause ensued.

"Erm... I dunno." She sweatdropped.

"Exactly." His grin grew wider as he saw his best friend's flushed face. "Well?"

She blinked. "Well, what?"

"Well, what're you going to say?" He gestured towards the items in her hands.

"Oh! Ehh... well..." She fidgeted nervously.

"Hmm? Erm... yeah, I can't really wait that long to only hear you stammer. I'm a busy person you know, so if you're going to take this much time, then just come back later— "

"Alright, alright!" She snapped, face growing redder. "Don't get so impatient!"

"Fine. So, hurry up."

"... Yes." A whisper.

"What? I didn't catch that." The whitesmith looked innocently up at the sky.

"Yes." A mumble.

"Hmm?"

"Yes."A louder mumble.

"Okay, look. Obviously, you're wasting my time, so just come back late—"

"Augh! For the love of Odin, YES, YOU BIG PATHETIC MORON!"

"Uh-huh—" And with that, he scooped her into his arms and kissed her, still smirking that infuriating grin of his.

"... That's what I thought."

11 July 2006
A/N: Yay! First one, finished! -dances- You all should know what the thing that went PLUNK was, right? x3 Hehe... and what the note meant, right? -huggles- I hope you got it! xDD I really wanted to explain it, but I wanted to know if people got the idea before I told it.

Which, I am, in the next author's note in the next chapter. -sweatdrop- Explain it, I mean. -swirly eyes- I hope you got those last two sentences! x33

Oh, and the thing about the 'sleeve pockets'? -sweatdrop- Erm... well... yes, about that. You know that the Gypsy's sleeves are sososososo long and pretty! Eh, so, I kindasortareallylike to think that there're pockets inside the sleeves, and that's where they store their whips and stuff, because normally you never see them carrying them around, and... yes! -cowers- That's where 'sleeve pockets' came from. -wails- I'm so sorry! T-T

Hehe, but yesyes, this is what is going to be in progress until I get my other chapters from my other stories back from my oldoldold brokenbrokenbroken computer! -sighs- T-T Poorpoor computer. -pats-

Yep! -blinks- I really hope you'll like this collection of one-shots! Feel free to tell me on how this is going! -twirls- I'm so happy!

I shall give you all lovelovelove! In the shape of cookies, of course! -hands out heart-shaped cookies- Yay! Onwards, once again! -topples over-

Teehee! x33

-hopelessmine!