Contextual lie: One can state part of the truth out of context, knowing that without complete information, it gives a false impression. Likewise, one can actually state accurate facts, yet deceive with them.


The card tower that Lili and I had been making together had been going exceptionally well. With Lili's patience, and my determination, this thing would probably reach the-

The door swung open violently, door knob probably creating a dent in the wall behind. In the doorway stood my seemingly rather angry Swiss boyfriend. The cards tumbled down, and I turned my rather annoyed gaze towards the door whilst Lili looked on at the cards, dejected.

"Was there such a need for a dramatic entry, Vash? This card tower was going to reach it's seventh level, you know."

"I don't care, [Name]!" he snapped, fists clenched together. "Where...are...the chocolates?"

My eyes widened as I looked at him. "What chocolates? The ones you were making for that huge order?"

Vash narrowed his eyes at me. "Yes...you know those ones. The best ones I've made in a while. I can't believe you ate ALL of them! You should've thought of the order, at least! That's going to create such a loss and-" That last statement just made me snap.

I strode up to Vash, trying to keep my anger in check. "Listen to me, Vash Zwingli. Yes, your chocolates are the best in Europe, but you're far too freaking stingy with them. I just have to ask Belgium, and she gives me a whole box. And you? Damn, I have to ask you for almost a whole week for one of those damn tiny boxes! Am I not your girlfriend?" I prodded him in the chest. "And any way, Why must you always blame ME, huh? Sheesh. Because Itotallytook all of those chocolates, right?"

Vash's face was a sight, as he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it almost immediately. Taking a gulp, he brought his hand awkwardly to my cheek, biting his lip.

"I'm...sorry, [Name]. I wasn't...I guess I just lost my mind, seeing all of them gone. I'm really sorry, love."

I took a deep breath and smiled affectionately. "It's all right, Vash. I mean, I understand." Lazily draping my arms around his neck, I grinned. "So, how about I treat you to some of the Sachertorte that I made, hmm?"

A small smile lit up his face. "All right...gah, you know me too well, woman! You know I love your cakes."

I nodded. "Aye, that I do."

Suddenly, the smile on his face was replaced with a look of shock, as a thought dawned upon his mind.

"Doesn't...Sachertorte...require a lot of...chocolate?"