Chapter Two:
Old Times, Old Friends.
"Hello my adorable little Presea! Oh, and of course the silent and buff Regal! I, Zelos Wilder, most certainly desire your assistance." This was the red head's grand opening statement as he walked into the president's office. His head remained upwards as he awaited a tremendous outburst of cheers, laughter, hugs and shouts. Instead, he received silence.
"Hello, Zelos," Presea finally said to the Chosen. "In what way could we assist you?"
Zelos head dropped down as he sighed. Nothing is better than old friends. He should have expected as much. "Well, my darling Presea, 'supposedly' the King believes I don't work hard enough. Does he realize how much I do in comparison to him? Why, the women of our home would drown in their sorrows if it weren't for my charm and beauty."
"I wouldn't say you do a lot more work but, yes, I do think you do a considerate amount," Regal replied. He nodded slowly as he thought about what to say next. "You risk your life for your country and home and don't get fooled by others like a mere puppet. He is in no position to judge and look down upon you."
Zelos inwardly smiled like the evening sun. That simple compliment really got to him. His party of friends usually teased or complained about his laziness and how he didn't work, but getting an honest compliment—and by the quiet one!—touched him right there in the heart.
"Why thank you! If you were a woman, I'd kiss you. But our issue is proving this to the King and I doubt he'll take your word since we're such close buddies. He definitely won't trust any women, especially his own daughter, so that's an automatic no…"
"What about the male species?" Presea asked.
"I have a feeling they will all lie and agree with the King and the ones who won't probably are close to Zelos as well," Regal stated.
"Jealously of course," Zelos added on. He really didn't have much hope in this situation and it was harder than he expected. What to do? What to do?
"Why would they do that?" Presea once again asked another question.
Zelos was a moment away from explaining, but Regal butted in and said, "People receive what they deserve. Karma sees to that." Zelos flinched a little at that remark.
"…" She stood perfectly still as she contemplated Regal's words "… I believe I understand. It wouldn't be considered… good, correct?"
"Varying on what was commented, but for Zelos, it's leaning towards bad," responded Regal.
Zelos frantically tried to convince Presea otherwise with no luck. How dare they insult him with the truth.
Hours passed and no one thought up a solution to the dilemma. Something so easy was difficult to answer, as if he was in preschool trying to figure out what number came after three.
Zelos leaned his back against one of Regal's many bookcases causing it to shake a bit. Doing so caused a letter to fall off from atop of a book. "Hm…?" He picked it up and he read the name: Sheena.
Zelos smiled. Can you say epiphany?
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"In order to fulfill my role as the Chosen, I've decided to assist my country in a way that will definitely benefit our home," Zelos proudly proclaimed to the king.
"Get to the point, what is it that you will be doing?" He sternly demanded more than asked.
Zelos beamed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
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"Are you serious?!" Sheena exasperatedly questioned. Why—of all people—would they want Zelos to assist her? Also, she went down memory lane thousands of time and not once did she remember ever asking for help in the first place. Did they believe she wasn't doing her job sufficiently? She never felt so insulted.
"I believe Zelos will be of great use to you," the king calmly stated back.
"How exactly?" she displeasing asked.
The king sighed in obvious irritation. Had people no respect? You just obey the king, not question his authority. "In any helping manner you see fit."
Anyway she wanted? Maybe that wasn't so bad. Having him with her was bad, true, but having him abide her every rule without any defiance made her squeal with pure joy. He could be her personal slave.
Pay back.
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Zelos whistled a happy tune as he prepared himself for his upcoming journey; his face shone with pure, genuine joy. Oh, how he missed his Sheena— his Sheena. Possessive.
He securely tucked his sword within its sheath and placed his armor on and brought along gels, bottles and other safety necessities needed for battle.
After self-confirming he looked good enough to have Sheena swoon by just seeing a strand of his hair, he left his room and walked down the steps of his home to the entrance gates of Meltokio were Sheena was waiting for him.
He walked down the grand staircase and caught sight of Sheena. Her presence suddenly uplifted Zelos' heart. He was dazzled by her after being apart for so long. She must have caught wind of him as she quickly spun around the face the Chosen.
The sight of her eyes made him breathless.
"Sheena!" he shouted with pure delight as he ran down the steps and hugged his beloved friend. He squeezed her tightly and rubbed his cheek against her like a kitten. His action would seem caring to others, but Sheena knew better.
After a moment of shock, she flushed uncontrollably and pushed Zelos off of her. That pervert would have felt up her in any second if she hadn't pushed him off in time.
"How cold, darling," he pouted. Inside, his heart leaped. He loved how he had the chance to hug her; it was longer than usual, but the best part was her blush. The sight of it made him so giddy.
Sheena had another round of a full time blush, but she was able to yell out, "Don't say darling!" without a stutter.
"C'mon, Sheena, there is nothing wrong with couples showing compassion and affection in public. It's absolutely reasonable," he smugly nodded up and down as he agreed with himself.
"But we're not one!" She massaged her temples as she strained herself to not slap him senseless.
"Let's leave that to the future to decide." He winked and walked out the door humming mocking tune.
The statement left Sheena in a blank state, just like he wanted. She blushed at the idea of them together, not entirely against it much to her dismay. It didn't last long as she bounded towards Zelos, demanding an answer.
Just like old times.
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The end? I might continue this. I do like the ending to this though. I don't know, I'll think about it.
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