Tales of Symphonia, Idiot seraphim tres.

((A/N: Hey, 5 reviews again! Wowza!

DraNKa: Lol! Martel the chaperone! I can see it now! Just when Mithos is about to kiss Genis goodnight, she hops out from behind a tree and grabs him by the ear!

Katandshadow: Nya... I want a boyfriend who is identical to Kratos too... Or identical to Yuan! Muahahah! And then we'd go on a double date! (But they'd better not run off together...)

Infinite Blue: Heh, fangirl fantasies are a part of fangirl life. -grin-

Woogly: You name your firewood? Wow, you must've named like... hundreds of them then.

Off: Welcome back from the world of the dead! Yay!

Enjoy, enjoy!))


Chapter six.

"Seriously, Mithos, what do you see in that little imp?" Martel was lecturing Mithos as the seraphim flew back to Vinheim.

"He's not an imp! And he's my first real friend!" Mithos said sadly.

"What? First real friend? What about us?" Kratos asked, flying next to Mithos.

"You're no friend. You're a backstabber. You steal people's sister's fiancée's." Martel shot at him.

"You know what I mean…" Mithos mumbled to Kratos.

"Whatever happened to that nice Pronyma girl that used to hang around with you?" Martel continued.

"She wasn't a girl. She was an old hag. And Mithos killed her." Kratos said, raising an eyebrow.

"Nobody asked you, fiancée stealer!" Martel shot back, before turning to Mithos again. "You killed her? Such a pity. She seemed much nicer than that little suck up boy."

"Pronyma was a suck up too… That's why I killed her." Mithos mumbled.

"Oh! So that means you'll be killing that Genis boy soon too?" Martel asked hopefully.

"No!" Mithos shouted. "Listen, I appreciate you're trying to look out for me, as older sisters do, but I can take care of myself now. I'm over four thousand years old."

"You don't seem to act like it." Martel replied, before flying ahead with a 'humph'.

"Why were you so keen on reviving her? She doesn't seem like a nice person at all." Zelos commented.

"She's just a bit grumpy because she was asleep for four thousand years, and found out that in the meantime her fiancée turned gay and hooked up with one of her friends. Give her time. She'll come around." Mithos explained.

Meanwhile, Yuan, whose thoughts were once again elsewhere, crashed into a mountain.


Thirty minutes and a first aid kit later, the five seraphim sat down in the meeting room, for the weekly Cruxis meeting. Mithos remained standing in front of the blackboard.

"Okay guys, we welcome back one of our original members, Martel." He said solemnly. There was a small silence, in which Kratos glared at Martel, Yuan sighed deeply, and Zelos pulled a magazine out of his pocket. "Right. Well, last week we discussed that one of us should fly over the main cities of the world, emptying a couple of bags of anti-discrimination flyers, with the risk of getting a fine for littering. The poll ended with two votes for Yuan and two votes for Zelos. Now that we have five members, I suggest we take the poll again, to see who will be forced to distribute the flyers." Mithos continued. Martel cleared her throat.

"Errr… Yes?" Mithos stared at her.

"I think that idea is just plain stupid." Martel said simply.

"What? But we worked on it for days!" Mithos stuttered.

"It's really bad. How about leaving the thinking to someone who isn't a complete idiot?" Martel replied coldly. "Oh, no offence dear!" she added to Yuan.

"What do you suggest we do then?" Mithos crossed his arms. Martel got up and pushed Mithos out of the way, so she could face the group.

"You need to attack the problem at its core. You need to find out why people discriminate, and do something about it!"

"Easier said than done." Kratos mumbled.

"Shut it, Aurion! You will speak when spoken to!" Martel threw an eraser at him. "What you need to do is start an anti-discrimination meeting. Invite people who discriminate, but want to change their way of thinking."

"It's a… lame idea." Mithos said. The others nodded. Except for Zelos, who was reading his magazine.

"How far did you get with your ideas, then? It's time someone with brains took over!"

"But… I'm the leader of Cruxis, the desians and the church of Martel!" Mithos said weakly.

"Not anymore, you're not!"

"You can't just take over! I won't let you!"

"Just try and stop me!" Martel slapped Mithos in the face. The boy stared at her for a few seconds, and then ran from the room, crying like a little girl. "Anyone else got a problem?" she growled at the others, who quickly looked away. "Good! Start gathering people to come to the anti-discrimination meeting!"

"What are you going to do in the meantime?" Zelos asked.

"I will supervise." Martel pointed to the door, meaning the meeting was over. Everyone quickly hurried away.


((Poor Mithos... He's having such a hard time! Then again, so are Yuan and Kratos...))

((Next chapter; the anti-discrimination meeting!))