a/n : Hello! This is my first attempt at Fate/Zero (or Fate/Stay Night) fandom. I hope I did my best ^^

GilgameshSaber is my favorite pairing (they are so damn cute together), but I didn't find that many fics about them, so I decided to try and write one.

Hope You'll enjoy this!

disclaimer : I only own the plot

"The heck…"

Gilgamesh stared at the mess in front of him, mentally facepalming. People were spread everywhere—some on the sofas, some laying on the ground, and some on both—with unique positions while empty metallic glasses laid in the middle and corners of the room, table, and seats. Slow music flood gently from the big speaker just across the room; the karaoke was still not turned off. Smell of liquor hung heavily in the air. He only left them for one freaking hour, and this was what awaited him. What the hell were they up to anyway?

A head popped from behind the blood eyed man, revealing the mixed expression of a young butler regarding the sight. "Uh, My Lord?"

Gilgamesh raised his hand. "Clean this mess."

"Y-yes, right away," the butler replied, raising his gloved hands—getting ready to summon some help—but was stopped by yet again another of his Master's order.

"On second thought, just let them be," he said with a cold, irritated voice. Really, with such circumstances, they could just get some awful muscles pain by the time they got up, but again, it was their own fault. They were only celebrating their high school graduation, for goodness's sake. Not to mention that it was actually quite unimportant, since they were also going to enter the same university again. They would all meet again anyway. See how pointless it was?

Gilgamesh ran his hands through his golden locks, clicking his tongue as he carefully walked across the room, nearly stepping onto either people's body, things, or just some suspicious random substances spread all over the room with each step. His blood orbs scanned around. On the sofa was Irisviel, sleeping shoulder-to-shoulder with Kiritsugu, while Kirei was lumping onto the space next to them in a strange position—God knows what happened to him.

Sleeping soundly in the floor were Diarmuid and Lancer, empty beer cans surrounding them—they seemed to enjoy each other's company a lot tonight. Alexander occupied a big space in the corner, snoring loudly while hugging an empty bottle of beer; his small, black-haired companion crushed between his side and the wall. Poor guy.

Such a big mess. If it weren't for Saber asking him with that gleaming emerald eyes and charming smile, he would never agree to let them invade his mansion. Ah, how he wanted to see that smile again, just for him.

Back to his search. Gilgamesh's red-blood eyes narrowed, he couldn't see his favorite female anywhere in the room. Where was she? Did she finally realize how stupid the party was, and decided not to join these piles of mess? But then again… Saber was one of the firsts who suggested the party, and she wasn't the type to just leave her friends and get all loony by herself. No. His instinct just told him so, as he scanned around the room again, looking for her beautiful figure.

No luck yet.

Gilgamesh ran his hand through his golden locks as it slowly fell from its usually spiky state and clicked his tongue. He repeated his gaze around, and stopped it at the beautifully carved woody doors just across the room. Ah, yes, his mansion was too big that he sometimes forgot about some of its rooms, including the balcony just outside the karaoke room. Once again crossing the junk-piled room, he opened the door; and he was right; he could barely see her golden locks popping from behind the big cushion. He smirked.

"Enjoying the view, My Queen?"

He was answered by mere silence. He smiled to himself, keeping his composure. "I hope you enjoyed being in my mansion. Although, I suppose it's hard not to, since I have ordered to prepare almost everything you might need here. So, what do you say? Getting more interested in becoming My Queen?"

But he was—yet again—answered by the silence. And maybe, the soft wind that just breezed past them, if you could call it an answer. The unwanted response was getting to his nerves, and his brows furrowed. It's true that she was… a special person, to him, but how rude of her, not answering him? He frowned and stepped forward, attempting to have a closer look.

"Woman, I demand you to—"

Facing him was her beautiful figure bathed in moonlight, her eyes closed peacefully and her head slightly hung to the side. "So you were sleeping…" he mumbled, enchanted by his sight. He lowered his body, couldn't hold back the temptation to get a better look at his queen's sleeping façade. Without realization, his lips pulled so slightly in a gentle smile. "You'll catch a cold if you sleep in such place, though, princess," he stated to particularly no one.

Gently—to not wake her up—he lifted her—his Queen—and carried her bridal style. He went inside the karaoke room and took every of his steps carefully, heading to the exit door. Welcomed by the confused expression of his butler, he gave a small smirk back. "Sssh… Be quiet and get out of my way, " he said in a low tone before walking forward in fast, yet soundless steps.

Clack

A luxurious room—the best in the mansion, of course—greeted the two 'kings'—how they were known for their great influence and leaderships skills—and a few good steps were all it took to arrive to the bedside. Gilgamesh slowly put his sleeping beauty onto the soft, fluffy bed, and pulled the feathery cover to bring more comfort to her body.

The rumors were true, that the famous Gilgamesh was not a very gentle person, for he liked to do things fast and clean—although sometimes, quite harshly. He'd do anything necessary to get his will done, which was why, at such young age, he managed to lead his family along with the companies his dead parents inherited him successfully—it was even gleaming in more glory in his hands.

But to the beautiful figure in front of him, it was a different thing. It was clear that he treated her like nothing else in this world. He treated her like a fragile piece of glass, though he was the only one to know the truth about his harsh ways to get her. For him, she was too precious—although she was not a weak or fragile woman, he treated her with gentleness that he never showed openly. He knew it all, about how strong the woman he loved was, but still had this feeling of afraid to break her apart if he 'touched' her too hard.

This woman… was devouring his sanity. Yes, that must be it.

His long train of thought unknowingly had brought him into a long daze. Snapping back to reality, Saber was there—laying so gracefully on his luxurious bed. It was dark—the moon light sipping trough the narrow spaces of the windows were their only lighting, but why did she seem so… bright? Gilgamesh ruffled his hair in frustration and leant forward, touching her cheek with one hand, observing her façade better.

Why wouldn't she just stop being so stubborn and fall into his embrace? He offered almost anything, if only she agreed to be his.

This woman was really bad for his sanity, he thought, as he closed whatever distance was left between them.

The next morning

Morning light sipped through the mansion windows and bird chirps greeted the friendly weather of the day cheerfully. As bright as the weather was, one certain room of the big mansion was doomed by gloominess.

"Ugh…my head hurts... as well as my whole body," Waver complained while rubbing his temples, and a groan could be heard from across the room. Alexander laughed. "You drank too much, boy."

"That bastard Gilgamesh… I'm going to kill him next time we meet for this," Lancer picked up an empty beer can, "making us clean all this mess, while there are so many useless butlers around," he stared intently at a nearby butler, making him gulp nervously.

"M-my apologies, Sir, but if we help you, Master Gilgamesh will fire us," he forced a weak smile.

"Bastard…"

Sighs resounded.

"Now now, let's just treat it as a morning exercise! Exercises are good, guys," Alexander grinned, seeming completely fresh and happy despite the fact that he was the one who drunk nearly half of the drinks last night. Cynical stares followed his attempt, and he only whistled it off.

Diarmuid was wiping off a small lake of liquid off the table when a thought struck his mind. He stopped his work and looked around, his eyes scanning the room. "Have you guys seen Saber around this morning?"

Silence consumed the room.

"Come to think about it…," Irisviel mumbled as everyone turned their heads, seeking the presence of their blonde companion. "Where did she go?"

As he scanned the room, Alexander's gaze landed on the fidgeting butler who stood at the corner of the room, and he called out. "Oi you, the one with glasses," he shouted. The referred butler gasped, looking back with a tremble.

"Y-yes, Mister?"

"You do know something, do you? Speak."

He gulped nervously. "U-um... M-miss Saber was taken to the bedroom by Master Gilgamesh."

"WHAT?"

The butler squeaked at the loud surprised shouts and trembled even more.

"This is a dangerous situation," Lancer spoke out obviously, earning nods.

"Based on Gilgamesh's personality, yes, indeed it is," Kirei agreed with a stern voice.

"We should get going," Kiritsugu stated.

Alexander moved closer to the trembling butler and grabbed his collar, pulling him off the ground. "You, tell us where the room is."

The butler trembled even more and tears started to form in his eyes. "I-its at the end of this hallway b-but if you come M-master will—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the group stormed out of the room and ran down the hallway—nearly stomping onto the wall in the process—and Lancer kicked off the actually unlocked door.

"You bastard…! What did you do to—"

"Sssh!"

Lancer's word froze as he witnessed the scene in front of him, as well as the loud rustles of the group. A maid, standing by the bedside held a finger close to her lips, signaling them to be quiet. "You will wake them up," she said in a low tone.

There, a sleeping Saber, unharmed, lying on the bed covered in fury blanket. Next to her was Gilgamesh, also sound asleep on the cushion at the bedside, his head lumping on the bed in a peaceful sleep.

"…"

"Ah, we'll excuse ourselves, then," Diarmuid said finally, gesturing the group to leave in peace. With some protesting mumble and happy whistles, they hesitantly left the room.

Leaving the two kings, peaceful in their sleep.

-end-

A/N How was it? Hope you enjoyed it ^^

Feel free to critique, the more review the better to me! It kinda encourages me to write more, you see.

~Aisu