Disclaimer: don't own DK cast OR their consiences.

What does Peppermint do to you?

Alfeegi blinked as he slowly read the gift card.

Dear Reader, If you have received this gift basket from yours truly, I suggest that you accept it with thanks. Please enjoy the teas.

Thank You

Alfeegi stuffed the card back into it's envelope. A large beautiful gift basket adorned with pink ribbons and crepe paper was sitting on his desk. He had just returned from his lunch break when he found it there.

Inside were a wide variety of teas. Sweet tea, Green Tea, Chamomile tea, Lipton, English, Chai...Alfeegi shook his head in disbelief.

How many teas were there exactly?

Alfeegi, being the paranoid officer he was, had suspicious thoughts floating in his head. It was probably a joke by one of the officers, stuffed with substances that would make him gag most likely.

Maybe it was delivered for the Dragon lord from a band of motley demons! This thought terrified the white dragon officer as he grabbed hold of the basket and carefully tried to dispose of it.

It was too large to fit in the black wastebasket, so Alfeegi stuffed it in his closet. Glad that the mysterious giftbasket was out of his sight, he returned to his work. He pondered about who the giver was. Unfortunatly, he could not come up with an answer. He huffed angrily and and pushed the thought out of his mind.

Alfeegi hated problems that had no solutions.

:OoOoO:

Yawning, the white dragon officer stretched and rubbed his eyes. The paperwork had gone on for hours and Alfeegi was dead tired. He pushed the rest of the papers away from him and got up.

Since when did paperwork take all of his energy to complete? He usually was the one to devote his strength to the documents, not vice versa!

He changed into his flannel pajamas, turned of the lamp and settled into bed. Instead of drifting to sweet slumber, he found himself wide awake worrying about the meeting with the lords from the Myojin province.

After a while he got up and searched for the giftbasket that he had stuffed unceremoniously into the closet. He dragged it out and snagged one of the tea packets.

He didn't know why he was boiling water and mixing the tea. He remembered the dangers involving the giftbasket.

Alfeegi hesitated, but continued on pouring the substance into his cup. Besides, he couldn't sleep and the warmth of the beverage would help him. There wasn't anything to be afraid of, right?

He glanced at the packet, the bold words PEPPERMINT were emblazoned across the white coating.

Grabbing hold of the ceramic white cup he breathed in the aroma. Warm and soothing, just how he liked it.

"Smells kinda nice, right?"

Alfeegi practically slipped from his chair. Across from him was a perfect likeness of himself, smiling with the same exact ceramic cup and the same exact pajamas with the same weary tired look plastered on his face.

"W-Who are you?" He managed to gasp out. The copy looked at him and sighed, "I am your conscience," Alfeegi just stared at him blankly.

"As in, the little voice in the back of your head," Alfeegi's conscience stated. "Oh," Alfeegi paused. Silence hung over the little room as Conscience took a sip out of the mug. "So, why are you here?" He questioned.

"Came to talk with you, like when you practically never listen to me," Conscience glared at him. "Never listen to you? I always listen to you!" Alfeegi protested. Conscience just rolled his eyes. "Oh really? How about the time when Kai-stern again came back drunk from the pub? You were all muderous but I kept on pleading to NOT bash his head in! Gosh, he's already intoxicated enough!"

"He deserved it!" Alfeegi shot back. "What happened to your violence-never-solves-anything lecture to Rath?" Conscience smirked. Alfeegi muttered angrily. "You always leap before looking, especially when you hit people."

"Can you blame me? It's their fault that they're so irresponsible!" Alfeegi was hopping mad. How dare his...his conscience leave his mind and lecture him! He was the boss of his own actions!

"I perfectly agree, you are the boss of your own actions." Alfeegi jumped. "How-What-How did you-"

Conscience merely sighed and took another sip. "Many people always forget. I am conscience so I know what goes in your mind," Conscience gave Alfeegi a hard glare.

"Including all those dirty thoughts (here Conscience holds up a hand to silence Alfeegi), the evil plans, and the I-want-Ruwalk-to-jump-off-a-cliff wishes. I know everything," Consience beamed at Alfeegi.

Alfeegi, himself, did not look all that happy. He hated people that invaded his privacy, which included, all the dragon officers, a few dragon fighters, the dragon knights, and the dragon lord. They constantly tried to reassure him only to stab him in the back later by saying he was a complete workaholic. He seethed with anger.

Conscience slowly came to the thought that Alfeegi wasn't as happy as he was. Realizing the dangers, he got up. Alfeegi looked up, hopeful yet wary at the same time.

"Are you leaving?" Alfeegi could not beat back the hopeful tone in his voice. Conscience gave him a dry look. "Yes I am." He replied, trying not to see the expression of utter delight on the white dragon officer's face.

"But only for now. I will always be in your mind, to lecture you and try to guide you to the right path. Next time, LISTEN TO ME!" Conscience roared the last three words so loud, Alfeegi quivered with fear.

"Am I understood?"

"yes sir"

"What? I can't heeeeaaarrr you!"

"YES SIR! WHATEVER YOU SAY SIR!" Alfeegi saluted Conscience.

Satisfied, Conscience took the last gulp of his tea. "Goodbye white dragon officer, we shall soon meet again." And with a pretty POOF he disappeared.

Alfeegi sighed. Finally, that crazy little voice was gone. He must've imagined it, Alfeegi thought as he finished his cold peppermint tea.

"I'm bacckkkkkk" a little voice muttered in his head.

For the first time in thousands of years, Alfeegi screamed.