Sheelos Fluff with Lemony Sprinkles
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Title: How Fitting
Summary: Valentines Special There's a tradition in Mizuho on Valentines day, as is there in Meltokio. Sheena and Zelos both want to make the other happy in their own way, but what may be love in one language...
Spoilers: None.
A/N: I know I missed the deadline for Valentines, but I had to put something in for the Holiday. I mean, Sheelos could be like a synonym for Valentine's day!
On a side note, I'll be gone for the next five or so days, so don't expect any updates (not that I update that quickly but I actually was planning on a few little things...).
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By the time the sun peeled its head over the horizon, Sheena found herself debating on a long held argument in the study of Zelos' mansion. It wasn't for reason of inability to sleep—she had actually slept exceptionally well the last couple of nights—but for the realization that she had forgotten something that could jeopardize all she had worked so hard for.
She moved to rise from her armchair but got only as far as repositioning her arms before falling back into the plush cushions, deciding to rethink her previous selection. After all, a simple choice of taste could greatly influence the near and far future in her life, for better or for worse.
She never had to deal with this before. It was always something that she pondered lightly and only in the back of her mind when she did. She had even gone to the extent of laughing at those who made such an enormous deal about this in all the years past, and now she was the object of her own mocking.
'How fitting,' she thought with a despondent sigh.
Unknown to her, Sebastian had entered just a moment earlier, somehow fully dressed at this hour. "What troubles you, Miss Fujibayashi?" he questioned politely.
She looked up, startled. "Sebastian? What're you doing here?"
He repressed an annoyed groan, saying curtly, "I live here, ma'am." It wasn't that he disliked being a butler or servant rather, but dealing with the various types of girls Sir Zelos dragged in tended to grate on his nerves quite a bit. "I always start my daily rounds in the Study."
"Oh... yes." she said apologetically. He nodded, again asking, "What troubles you, Miss Fujibayashi?"
She searched for the right words, absently biting her lower lip. "It's nothing... just balentain no bi... stuff..."
He raised an eyebrow, picking up a feather duster. "I beg your pardon, what day now?"
She shifted her weight hesitantly, "Umm, Valentines Day?"
He paused momentarily. "Ah, you mean the Day of Hearts." He corrected as he began delicately sweeping the growing dust from the innumerous books lining the shelf.
"...I-I do?"
He nodded, not looking up from his work. "Yes, in Meltokio—as well as other places loyal to the Tethe'allan Empire as well—" he added with a hint of tartness, "It is referred to as the Day of Hearts. You see, Saint Valentine was a clergy in the Church of Martel some time ago. He was later excommunicated after his tradition, what is now the Day of Hearts, caused many to become unfaithful and set arson to the church."
"Oh... I'm sorry."
He just shrugged, "You were not educated of it."
Sheena lowered her eyes almost to a glare, but kept it to herself as she turned to the window behind her. The sun had risen significantly since she last took note; she had to get going.
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She looked anxiously around the shop. Sure, it was the Day of Hearts, and what better to get for that special someone than chocolate? But even Meltokio, giant of the Tethe'allan world couldn't supply her with what she needed.
They did have a great deal of variety, she'd give them that. Coconut, vanilla, crème, white chocolate; you'd never find any of those elsewhere. Nevertheless, she wasn't willing to say, "Here, I got you these. They stand for virginity, fertility, femininity, and longevity." Though the last one wasn't as bad in their case, the previous three sounded too alien for the Chosen.
And then she couldn't help but wonder if there was at anytime a relationship between him and crème.
She brushed that, and any other astray thought aside when she noticed the time. She shook her head in defeat; he wouldn't know the difference one way or another.
"Shopkeeper," she said. "I'll take that one over there."
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Sheena quietly sneaked inside, concealing the traditional gift behind her back. Within a few steps, she was spotted. "Hey, babe. Where'd you run off to so early in the morning?"
She turned, grinning sheepishly. "Oh, nowhere..."
"Nowhere as in somewhere, huh?" Zelos chuckled, rising from his seat. "Lemme guess: last minute shopping? Give it here..."
She rubbed the back of her head, "Yeah, you got me." she said, handing him the box. "In Mizuho the tradition is to give chocolates filled with various flavors meaning various things in life."
"What do these stand for?" He asked, popping one in his mouth. It was a holiday, so he made an exception for 'maintaining his figure'.
Before she could answer, she realized something in her plan had gone horribly wrong...
And yet she couldn't help but laugh.
Zelos was allergic to coconuts. How fitting.