A/N: Hey look! I'm not dead! I'm so sorry that this took so long to update! I wanted to do a Holiday chapter, and have it in on time, but i guess that was just a dream...(is a month late). But um, hey! Here's a chapter, and to make up for it taking so long it's got fluff! I know you guys love fluff! BTW it seems there were some problems with the picture link so here it is again: .com/imgres?hl=en&gbv=2&biw=1680&bih=910&tbm=isch&tbnid=TLHJERYb1c5HdM:&imgrefurl=.com/t98-laharl&docid=AtWhQgAeeTPbuM&imgurl=.&w=480&h=640&ei=QGgdT5TyIIPiiALk0cmrCA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=525&vpy=118&dur=2208&hovh=259&hovw=194&tx=131&ty=168&sig=107106091503215103087&page=1&tbnh=140&tbnw=107&start=0&ndsp=54&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0

If it doesn't work this time just go to goole images and type in adult laharl and look for the one i described. (I really want you guys to see it! And maybe draw me some Adult LaharlxFlonne...) Well anyway on with the chapter!


"Please Sir Laharl?" A feminine voice whined adorably.

"I already told you, no," a smooth, irritated voice replied.

"But why not?" The first voice protested.

"Because this is the Netherworld, idiot, not Celestia," the second answered, "We don't celebrate Christmas here we're demons." Pleading scarlet eyes looked up into cold ruby ones.

"I don't care if it's not like Celesia, we should at least throw a party or something!" Both Laharl and Flonne paused in the hallway they had been walking through, eyes locked in a heated staring contest.

"What the hell are you two doing?" A voice interjected questioningly, interrupting the debate. The two addressed demons tore their gazes away from each other to look at the red-haired demon lord standing behind them.

"Oh! Miss Etna, hello!" Flonne greeted brightly, "Well, um you see, uh, Sir Laharl and I are in a bit of a disagreement, hehe…"

"I can, kind of see that Flonne," Etna grinned, "So, what's it about this time?"

"The Love Freak wants to celebrate Christmas," Laharl answered, gesturing at Flonne, "Despite the fact that her tiny brain can't seem to register the fact that demons don't celebrate the holidays." Flonne stomped her foot angrily in response to Laharl's insult.

"All I'm saying is that we should throw a party or something! We don't have to do all the traditions or anything like that!" Etna looked at Flonne in slight surprise.

"Hey, that actually sounds like it could be fun," Etna said thoughtfully, her eyes beginning to glint with excitement. Laharl looked at her in utter disbelief.

"Are you serious? You're actually agreeing with her?" Laharl asked in bewilderment.

"Hey, why not Prince?" Etna shrugged, " This place has gotten really boring lately with everyone following your orders and no war going on or anything, and you and I both know what bored demons are like." Etna looked at Laharl accusingly, and he scoffed, knowing what it was like when he got bored.

"Besides, like Flonne said, it doesn't have to be all traditional." Laharl looked from Etna to Flonne and growled, knowing that he had been defeated. Well, it's not like he was going to last against the Love Freak for long anyway, might as well admit defeat already.

"Do whatever the hell you want," he said turning his gaze away from them, "But don't expect me to help you with anything." Flonne's face brightened immediately and she squealed in delight.

"Thank you, Sir Laharl!" she cried out, throwing her arms around his waist and bringing their bodies together in a tight hug. Etna watched in amusement as Laharl's face flared bright red. She noticed that he let the hug last for a few seconds before roughly pulling Flonne off and stalking away in embarrassment muttering incoherently about "personal space" or something of the sort.

Etna grinned, showing her sharp fangs. It had been about a month since the Prince had mysteriously gotten older, but everything had basically stayed the same. Everything, except the Prince himself, that is. Etna had been noticing changes in his behavior, whether he realized them himself, she wasn't sure, but she was positive his behavior had changed. He no longer threw pointless tantrums or complained whenever he didn't have his way. He was much more tolerant of the mistakes demons made, like the prinnies, and although he was still hotheaded, he wasn't as quick to anger now. His behavior toward a certain fallen angel was also noticeable. He was a lot calmer when she was in the room, and would often make excuses to keep her near him, or at least in the same room. He also tended to go easier on punishments whenever she was there. Etna smiled, that made things easier for her. She was glad that the Prince's body wasn't the only thing that had matured it seemed his mind had too.

"Well Miss Etna," Flonne called breaking her out of thoughts, "It seems like we've got a party to plan." Etna took one look at Flonne's grinning face and smirked.

"Yup, looks like we do," She said. She turned and walked in the opposite direction, Flonne following at her heels.

As the two went off to plan their holiday party Laharl walked down the hallway in the opposite direction, lost in silent thought. He'd been thinking a lot lately, and whenever he did, a certain fallen angel would usually follow. He realized a while ago that he acted differently when she was around, he felt…calmer. He didn't know what the hell the feeling was, but strangely, he found that he actually kind of liked it. As Laharl slowly snapped out of his thoughts, he noticed that a prinny was standing right in front of him, a slip of paper held in its outstretched flipper. Laharl snatched the paper from the prinny and watched as it took off down the hallway, handing a slip of paper to each demon it passed. Laharl turned his attention back to the paper in his hands, reading the contents with interest.

'Invitations are out already?' Laharl thought in slight surprise, 'Damn, those girls are fast. This weekend, nine o clock in the castle's ballroom, huh? Just how big is this damn party going to be?' Laharl shrugged; well there was no use in worrying about it now. Besides, he could easily kick everyone out if the party became too out of hand. Laharl yawned loudly and walked to his bedroom. He might as well take a long nap, not a two year long one, but one to get him ready. He had a feeling that these next few days were going to be chaotic.

Laharl had been right; the next few days following the announcement of the party had been hectic. Everyone in the castle had been busy cleaning and decorating, making sure that everything was presentable for the present day. Laharl walked through the hallways of the castle feeling a bit proud. He had to admit, these crappy, lazy vassals of his had actually done a good job with everything. His demonic sense of hearing caught the sound of excited murmuring, and he knew instantly that he was approaching the ballroom.

"Finally, Prince!" A voice called out to him, "We've all been waiting for you!" Laharl looked up to see Etna standing in front of the ballroom, wearing a festive holiday outfit. She wore a red tank top, lined with fluffy white fur, along with a matching skirt. Her boots and gloves were pure black, standing out boldly against the bright red of the rest of the outfit.

"Hey, it looks like Flonne was actually able to get you to wear something kind of feastive," Etna remarked, taking note of the two green belts Laharl wore around his waist instead of the usual red ones she had grown accustomed to. Laharl gave her a sharp glare, which in turn earned him a cheeky smile and two hands up in surrender.

"I'm just saying," Etna shrugged, "that I know Flonne will really like it." Etna held in a laugh as Laharl growled in embarrassment.

"Oh, god, Prince, you are so fricken' whipped!" She teased. Laharl's glare was blazing hot, as was his face.

".Up. NOW or I will-"

"Yeah, yeah, pain, agony, death, and all that. Anyway, Prince, we're all ready to start whenever you are." Etna opened the door and gestured for him to enter. Laharl angrily walked past her and into the ballroom. He would get revenge, he swore it... somehow. As soon as Laharl entered, the entire room of once shouting, chattering demons fell completely silent and all eyes were on him. He scanned the crowd; there were a lot more guests than he had been expecting.

"Well?" Laharl asked, crossing his arms, "What the hell are you all waiting for?" A single yell of "Let's get this party started dood!" resounded from somewhere in the back of the ballroom, setting off an explosion of music and talking voices. Satisfied that his task was complete, Laharl made his way through the crowd to the food, when someone from behind called out to him.

"Sir Laharl!" the voice called. Laharl turned to see Flonne coming toward him, and he felt his face heat up slightly as his eyes and mind processed what she was wearing. The usual fallen angel outfit she wore had been replaced with a strapless, knee-length red dress, trimmed with white fur. Much like the ones Etna wore, Flonne's boots were black; but Flonne's were trimmed with white fur. She wore black gloves that went past her elbows and stopped at her upper arms. Instead of the usual bright red ribbon tied to her hair, she wore a green one that matched the one tied to her tail. Her expression was one of pure happiness, complete with a bright grin and sparkling scarlet eyes.

"Thank you so much for the party, Sir Laharl!" Flonne exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

"What the hell are you thanking me for, idiot?" Laharl mumbled, once again using his ridiculous scarf to hide his face, "Move out of the way, you're blocking the food." Flonne did as she was told and moved out of the way, slightly disappointed. She supposed it was too much to ask for Laharl to compliment her, or the party at the very least. She sighed as she made her way through all the partying demons to somewhere a bit more peaceful. As she leaned against the wall in a quiet corner of the room, unseen and untouched by the party, Flonne looked up to see Etna with a drink in her hand.

"What's up with you, Flonne? Not having any fun?" She asked in curiosity.

"Oh, hello, Miss Etna, nothing's wrong, really. The party's great," Flonne replied with a small smile.

"Okay then," Etna began, her eyes glinting with playfulness, "is it the Prince?" Etna knewthat there was no need for her to guess, but really, when it came to the Netherworld's one and only Overlord and Fallen Angel, everything was just too easy. Etna watched as Flonne's face became a rosy pink color.

"I knew I was right," Etna teased, pointing an accusing finger at Flonne's blushing face. Flonne didn't bother denying it; she knew she was a terrible liar.

"Geez, Flonne, you're as dense as a rock. Look, don't worry your empty little head about how the Prince is acting. He's just embarrassed…..and stupid," Etna stated in a tone that said she knew for certain what was going on.

"Embarrassed?" Flonne echoed in confusion, "I'm afraid I don't understand Miss Etna, what would Sir Laharl have to be embarrassed about?" Etna stared at the girl in disbelief. Was she being serious right now? She really had no idea why the Prince was acting the way he was? Etna shook her head pitifully. Flonne had the Prince completely wrapped around her finger, but she couldn't see it. This girl needed help, immediately. The thought sparked an idea within Etna.

Hey Flonne, want something to drink?" Etna asked, offering the cup she held in her hands.

"What is it?" Flonne asked, hesitantly reaching up for it. She may not be the smartest person ever, (A/N: Mao is!) but she could tell when Etna was plotting something, and she definitely did not want to be roped into one of her schemes.

"Oh, it's just some really awesome juice," Etna answered, "Try some, it's really good." Etna watched Flonne take an experimental sip of the drink. If her guess was right, then hopefully, everything would fall into place nicely. Etna reminded herself that while she would never admit it, she was doing this for her best friend's happiness, and if that punk of a Prince made Flonne happy, then so be it. Flonne finished the drink and handed the cup back to Etna.

"Miss Etna, that juice tasted kind of funny," Flonne remarked, "I feel kind of weird."

"Really? Then just stay right here, I'll be back in a bit,"Etna replied, walking away. She discarded the plastic cup as she made her way to a certain azure-haired overlord. She paused a few feet away, preparing herself for what she was about to do. Then she ran to him, calling his name frantically as she did so.

"Prince! Prince!" Etna called out in mock worry. Laharl turned upon hearing his name being yelled out, only to see Etna with a concerned expression on her face.

"What is it Etna?" Laharl asked, looking bored.

"Prince! It's Flonne, something's really wrong with her!" Etna cried out in panic, making sure that she was heard above all the noise. She watched as Laharl's bored expression turned into one of alarm.

"What happened to the Love Freak, Etna?" Laharl asked quickly, "Where is she?"

"I don't know what happened, but she's over there by herself," Etna answered, pointing to the corner of the room she had left Flonne in. Laharl immediately headed in the direction that Etna pointed to, leaving before he could catch her satisfied grin. As he pushed his way through dancing demons, all he had on his mind was the Love Freak. When he finally reached the unseen corner of the room, he knew Etna wasn't lying to him. Flonne was sitting alone, laughing and talking to no one. He walked up to her cautiously, not knowing how she was going to respond to him.

"Hey, Love Freak, what's wrong with you?" Laharl asked softly, trying his best not to show how worried he was. At the sound of his voice, Flonne looked up and grinned. She stood up, nearly falling down from loss of balance. Laharl held out an arm to her, which she accepted eagerly. Once she regained her ability to stand, she let go of his arm, only to throw her own arms around his neck. She moved her body next to his, her hands playfully tugging at his scarf.

"H-hey." Laharl managed to stammer out, "W-what are you d-doing,idiot?" Flonne giggled, bringing her face so close to his their noses touched. Laharl forgot how to move at that moment, he was paralyzed. His face was bright crimson, and he could feel something pound within his chest as he felt the fallen angel's warm breath on him.

"I'm not doing anything," She said coyly, laughing. Laharl wrested himself free of her grip, stepping back away from her.

"Look," he said trying his best to calm down, "Something's seriously wrong with you. You should, um…go lie down in bed or something." Flonne pouted at him. Then she raised her arms up at him, as if expecting something.

"Fine then,carry me there," She demanded looking up into his shocked ruby eyes. Laharl was stunned. Did she really just order him, the Overlord of the Netherworld to carry her to her room? Did this girl have any idea of what the hell she was saying? Laharl crossed his arms in refusal to carry out her request, but as he stared into her pleading scarlet eyes, his resolve crumbled.

"Alright, alright!" Laharl snapped, "I'll carry you, damn it." She squealed in delight, throwing her arms around his neck again and resting her head against his chest. He placed one arm around her and the other right under her knees, effortlessly lifting her up. He tried his best to relax as he began walking toward an open door that lead to the hallway with Flonne in his arms. He looked around, making sure that no one was watching him as he quickly exited the room. He could feel his temperature skyrocket as Flonne nuzzled the crook of his neck, cuddling him as he walked through the castle's silent empty hallway to her room. When they finally reached her door, Flonne reached an arm out and turned the handle, opening it. Laharl stepped into her room and set the girl down near her bed, letting out the breath he had been holding in. As he glanced around the room, he realized that this was the first time he had ever even seen Flonne's room. He glanced around, noticing that it had a very simple design, and everything was mostly white. He noticed a vase full of lilies on her dresser, but he quickly looked away from them. Those things brought back bad memories.

As he was looking around, Laharl suddenly heard the click of a door closing. He turned around only to see a giggling fallen angel walking toward him. Laharl got a sudden chill, something was definitely wrong. He stepped back away from her with each step she took toward him. He wanted desperately to escape, but fate had other plans as he found himself with his back against the wall, literally. She leaned against him, intertwining one of her hands with his as the other gripped his scarf. He didn't know what to do, in fact he couldn't even think, she was so close, too close. Just as he was about to protest, he suddenly felt something warm and soft on his lips. Any thought of protest Laharl had at that moment simply vanished, leaving his mind a complete blank. As Flonne continued to kiss him, Laharl felt his control slip. Instinct took over as his body became more relaxed and his free arm moved to her thin waist. His ruby eyes slid shut as he began hesitantly responding to her. This feeling was new to him, he had no idea what the hell it was, but it wasn't unwanted.

He wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but the kiss had changed. Flonne was no longer in control, Laharl was, and that was just how he liked it. He pulled her closer to his body, forcing both of her arms around his neck for support. He used his fangs to prick her lip, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise. Laharl took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, not caring if it had been an invitation or not at the moment. His other worldly sense of hearing caught a low, quiet moan come from somewhere deep in her throat, and at that point he was sure she could feel his smirk.

Suddenly, he felt her squirm against him, and she abruptly broke the kiss, giggling at the glassy eyed state he was left in. She took his hand again, leading him to her large fluffy bed. She kicked off her shoes and got beneath the covers, tugging on his hand as a sign to follow. He did as she silently asked. He didn't care about embarrassment or morals at the moment. All that he wanted was that feeling again. As soon as he got underneath the blanket, she pulled him to her, placing her lips on his again. He moved so that he was more comfortable, as his lips slowly trailed from her mouth to her neck.

Before he could do anything else though, Laharl felt two hands gently push against his chest. Ignoring what she wanted, he continued, only to get a harder push in response. He forcefully moved his lips to hers again, kissing her again. Suddenly he couldn't feel her respond to him. Worried, he stopped his kiss and looked at her, only to find her deep asleep. He sighed and got off the bed, being careful not to disturb her. He opened the door quietly, exited, and closed the door behind him softly. He stood alone in the hallway, looking up at the ceiling in a dazed trance, a single thought running through his mind.

'What the hell just happened?'


Ahh, you gotta love Etna and her schemes. So what did you guys think? Please review, leave comments, and ideas for future chapters! (Please?)