Spur of the moment one-shot!
Vaguely Zelos/Lloyd...Anywho, review!
All his life, Zelos had been alone.
Since his mother died in the assassination attempt, he had always been kept separated from others. In school, he never had anything that remotely resembled friendship; just a lot of pain and loneliness.
But that was before he met Lloyd.
Because when he met Lloyd, he wasn't alone anymore. There was someone that he could bitch to, and someone that knew what pain was like, and someone that would simply listen and not judge.
Once, after losing Colette in Ozette, they had paused to rest and he had ended up sharing a field with Lloyd. And looking out at a lovely sunset, Zelos had snapped.
He had started talking suddenly he couldn't remember what about anymore. But he had ended up gibbering about the Pope and the Church in general, what a mess his life was, and how he would do anything ANYTHING to leave it all behind.
And Lloyd had simply listened.
He had sat next to the red-haired Chosen, and had listened.
No one had ever done that before.
This only served to encourage Zelos; it was, in fact, the closest he had ever come to revealing the circumstances of his mother's death to another person. Thankfully, he had snapped his mouth shut before THAT came pouring out.
And Lloyd had merely sat there, thinking. Putting it all together and whittling away at a piece of wood he had picked up someplace.
Zelos had just worked himself into a decent fit of depression when Lloyd stood, and handed him the piece he had been working on.
It was a comb. A simple comb.
"I noticed that you're always snapping hair brushes going at your hair after you take a shower," he said. "This shouldn't break."
Zelos ran a finger over the glossy wood. It was oak, darkened and warped by sea water. "Where did you get this?"
"I picked the wood up off the beach a week ago."
Zelos had no idea what to say.
Then Lloyd offered him a hand. "C'mon, the Professor will get mad if we make her wait."
Zelos slipped the comb into his pocket and took the hand.
The next time he fought with his hair, the comb did not break.