Kuri: HelloHelloHELLO!!!!
CM: The hell?
Angel: reads 00!! KURIBOH!!!
Kuri: Wha? It's not a lemon! and Dreams asked so nicely!
CM: sighs as the other two start arguing We don't own Xenosaga....
Plain Old Days.
So….
BORING!
Tony sighed for the umpteenth time and leaned back in his chair.
No Gnosis, no debris, no jobs, no NOTHING….
…Except for a certain silver-haired angel…
…Who was at the moment asleep…as usual.
"God damn it!" sighed the pilot, leaning his hands behind his head and putting his feet on the joysticks…much to the horror of his shipmates.
"YOU MORON," screamed Matthews from his chair, "DRIVE THE DAMN SHIP!!!"
"Away from what?" asked Tony, 'There is NOTHING out there!"
"He's right, Captain" said Hammer, his head precariously close to Matthew's foot, 'Nothing on scanners…at all!"
The captain sighed. "Whatever."
Tony got up." I put the ship on Auto-Pilot."
"Where 'ya going?"
"I'm hungry, and chaos has been asleep for almost," He looked at the virtual clock by Hammer's station,"15 hours. Time for his alarm."
"Tony if it involves the Electromagnetic floor anda hose again…."
"I'll be careful," Tony laughed as the door closed behind him.
Walking through the ever -so-familiar corridors of the Elsa, Tony waved at Miss Vector, flipped of Little Master and nearly tripped over MOMO, but made it to the cafeteria where he watched in horrified amusement, Allen teaching KOS-MOS how to cook. Disaster seemed to be ensuing, so Tony grabbed an apple and a bottle of pop out of the fridge and ran out before Allen could call for his help.
Having escaped that, Tony retraced his steps back to the boy's cabin to find his little angel. Sure enough, the mysterious boy was lying sleep flat out on his stomach on one of the lower beds. Finishing his apple Tony crept over, so as not to disturb him…yet.
Tony looked the sleeping boy over once, twice, thrice even, drinking in all the sights of him; every familiar curve, surface and area, imagining the feel of the soft creamy skin beneath his fingertips, the comforting smell of talcum powder on the skinand cinnamon in the hair, and the beautiful blended aromathat always surrounded the silver-haired one.
Smiling, the pilot carefully leaned over and lifted away the chaos' shirt from the small of his back and pulled down on a belt loop of his pants. Then, taking the still cold pop bottle, he carefully placed it on the small of chaos' back…
Neon blue-green eyes shot open, and a tiny yelp, more a squeak emanated from his mouth as chaos bolted up, glaring at the very evil disrupter of his otherwise very pleasant sleep.
"TONY!!!" He cried,
"CHAOS!!!" the pilot replied, with a hint of sarcasm. The angel pouted.
"That wasn't very nice!"
"Better than last time…"
"…." chaos bopped Tony on top of the head, "Remind me why I love you again?"
"You can't help it. And besides, nobody else can do THIS!" answered the pilot as he pushed chaos back onto the bed and pulled him into a long, deep kiss.
Nearly a minute later, "Good point…." and chaos, this time brought Tony's face down into another kiss, while at the same time, working at his fly….
Tony smiled through the kiss and did the same…
Hours later, Captain Matthews was speaking with Jr. about soundproofing the ship.
It was just another plain old day on the Elsa.