Siren: (yawn) Story time...it's so much easier to write these really short humor fics in math class than to do the actual work.

Muse: You're such a dedicated student.

Siren: You were right beside me, writing with me!

Muse: Yes, but I'm dumb. People expect me to fail pre-calc. Your GPA is 3.8.

Siren: And yet, I still write fanfic in math class...and history...and chem...and English...and-

Muse: We get it already! Disclaimer: Sirens & Muses do not own ToS. It belongs to Namco, who really need to make a better sequel. Really, Marta and Emil can't be together. Emil is clearly gay!

Siren: That's not nice.

Muse: (falls asleep)

Siren: Good idea. (falls asleep)

"I like it."

"Yeah, I think it really adds to the décor."

"Think we should tell him?"

"Naw, he'll figure it out sooner or later. After all, he can't spend all day bathing in that lake."

"Think he'll be mad?"

"Now, Mithos, have you ever known Kratos to be mad?"

"Yes."

"Exactly. Let's get a head start."

Yuan and Mithos started to search for a hiding place, but not before they ran smack into Martel.

"What are you two up to?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," they said in unison. She narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know what stupid thing you're doing now, but-are those Kratos' clothes?"

"Maybe," Yuan said.

"And did you dye them pink?"

"That's a very likely possibility," Mithos answered.

She squinted up at the top of the tree, where Kratos' previously white clothes were tied, clearly no longer white. They now had a distinct pink tint to them.

"Why in the hell would you do that?" she asked calmly, as if her little brother and fiancé hadn't just pulled such a juvenile prank.

"Well," Yuan said, "Kratos decided last night that I needed a dead rabbit stuffed in my sleeping bag. This is my way of getting back."

"And Mithos?" Martel said, turning to the younger boy.

He shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

Suddenly, there came a loud yell from the lake. "When I find you two, I am going to murder you!" Yuan and Mithos both broke out into laughter and turned to run. Martel grabbed the back of their shirts.

"Get back here and give him his clothes back. Clean, un-dyed clothes."

"Uh, we kind of dyed them all." Mithos glanced around, half-expecting to see Kratos burst out of the bushes and kill them all.

Martel went bug-eyed. "All his clothes?"

"Yeah, but we were nice," Yuan said, a grin playing on his face. "The dye washes out."

Martel stared at them. "That's…not like you. What else did you do to him?"

"You can't hide from me forever!" Kratos screamed. They other two laughed.

"We left him underwear," Yuan said. "Just not his."

"Hey, Kratos!" Mithos yelled. "You have to come out to get the rest of your clothes!"

"I think I will." Kratos marched out, a towel around his waist. Yuan and Mithos both fell completely silent.

"I knew we forgot something," Yuan stated.

"Oops," Mithos whispered.

Kratos grabbed Yuan by his hair before he could get away. Next thing he knew, Yuan had a yellow, lacey pair of thong underwear looped around his neck. "Good joke, guys. Very funny."

"Okay," Lloyd said. "I seriously don't buy this one."

"Believe it," Yuan answered. "Every word of it is true."

"Where did you guys find the time to save the world, between rapping into your hairbrush and wearing girls' underwear?" Zelos asked. "And by the way, whose underwear did you use?"

Yuan was spared the trouble of answering as Kratos walked into the room. Lloyd and Colette immediately burst into stifled giggles, whereas Zelos went into full-out wild laughter. He looked around suspiciously.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing," Yuan said. "Just…telling a story."