When we're not busy by Truro
Dear Friends
Lloyd has been pestering me to write fan fiction for this game, "What can I write the stories about?" I asked him, "Lots of stuff," he said, "Zelos' hi-jinxs with mistletoe, the time Genis thought he was a cat…" "And the time you had to dress up as a fairy." I suggested, "Don't write about THAT!" he boomed. But I think I'll add the fairy story anyway. Just to see the look on his face.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Synphonia
Our Story begins, in the quiet, snowy city of Flanoir, where our heroes are taking a break from their main adventure, to relax, and do some additional tasks, or as we call them, Side-quests.
"That's a funny looking flower." said Sheena, pointing up, at something, dangling above her head,
"We have that kind of flower, in Sylvarant too." said Genis, "It's called mistletoe. There's also a tradition that goes with it."
"Really?" said Sheena, "What is it?"
A huge grin spread across Genis' face, "Come down here and I'll show you." He said.
As Sheena was taller than the half-elf boy, she bent down, placing her hands on her knees. Quick as a flash he planted a small, soft kiss on her cheek. Sheena was so surprised, that she stumbled backwards, with a yelp, and landed on her backside. Genis threw his head in the air and cackled to himself, as Sheena blushed bright red.
"Wha...what was that for!" she spluttered.
"That's the tradition!" laughed Genis, "When you're standing under the mistletoe with someone, you're supposed to kiss them."
"Sounds screwy to me." said Sheena. But Zelos, who had been watching the whole thing, thought that this was a smashing idea. He was plotting a wicked scheme. Genis just shrugged,
"Suit yourself." he said in a cheeky manner.
Secretly, Sheena didn't mind. She actually thought it was quite sweet, but she didn't think it would be good for her image to say so. (Silly girl!) While this was going on, Zelos was about to put his naughty idea into practise. At the hotel, that the group was staying at, Raine was out on the balcony, watching the snow fall,
"Beautiful, ain't it?" said Zelos, who approached from behind,
"Very." Said Raine, unaware of what the red-haired man was plotting. As Raine hadn't turned around yet, she was completely unaware that Zelos was wearing a very silly hat, with a piece of mistletoe dangling from the front. The scoundrel was about to try his luck, when all of a sudden, he found himself flying towards a large mound of snow, with a sharp pain in his buttocks.
"Would you like some coffee, Professor?" asked Presea, handing her a mug,
"Oh, thank you." said the teacher, taking the cup of coffee. Presea hadn't kicked Zelos out the window out of spite. Sure, landing face first in a pile of snow could be painful from that high up, but Raine's reaction to being kissed by a lecherous idiot like Zelos, would have been even MORE painful.
Regal, meanwhile was taking a walk, whilst pondering,
'I can't make a poem, unless I think of more rhymes.'
But then, his train of thought was interrupted by a high-velocity projectile, splattering into the side of his head,
"What the F…!" he roared,
"Gotcha!" said Lloyd,
"You young ragamuffin! I never back down from a snowball fight!" said Regal, picking up a huge heap of snow.
Meanwhile, Zelos was up to his mischief again,
"Hello Sheena!" said Zelos.
"Oh, hey Zelos." Said Sheena,
"That mistletoe thing is great huh?" said the red haired Casanova,
"What do you mean?" said the ninja chick, turning a faint red,
"This!" said Zelos, grabbing hold of Sheena. From as distance, a loud "WHACK!" sound could be heard. Sheena angrily stomped away, with an unconscious Zelos, face first in another snow drift.
Meanwhile, Lloyd and Regal returned to the hotel. Lloyd had a sign around his neck that read 'I am a loser'
"Here you go." He groaned, giving the smiling Regal 100 gald, "The prize money for winning our snowball fight."
Then he looked down at his loser's sign.
"I'll get the t-shirt printed first thing in the morning." He sighed. Regal, still smiling broadly, threw another snowball at Lloyds head, in celebration. Raine scolded Regal, for gambling with children, but told Lloyd that it served him right. Lloyd was furious.
Zelos, meanwhile, had picked himself up, and retuned to the hotel.
"Did you have any luck?" Collette asked.
"No." groaned Zelos, "I only tried the mistletoe trick twice, but I'm pretty sure that it doesn't work."
"You poor thing." said Collette, caring as always,
"You're a sweetie, Collette." Said Zelos, still using flattery, "I think I'll just go an lie down." And so he did. He was just going to sleep, when he heard some carollers singing, very loudly. This would have been fine, as long as they actually sung on key.
"Arg!" cried Zelos, "What's going on out there!" and he stomped towards the balcony. However, what he didn't know was that the balcony, of the room he was sharing with Lloyd, was still being mended. And when Zelos stomped onto it, it could only spell disaster,
"Not again!" he cried, and he fell into another snow bank.
"Wow!" said Collette, "Nice landing!" then she produced a large white card with a number eight written on it.
To be continued...