Elivier: Whoa. It's been a bit.

Lloyd: Yeah. Way to make you readers wait.

Elivier: It's not like I meant to! Give me a break Lloyd!

Lloyd: Well you did manage to get it out this morning... sooooo...

Elivier: -Shiny eyes-

Lloyd: No.

Elivier: -Glare- Fine. I don't need your forgiveness anywho!

Lloyd: Don't you mean "anyway"?

Elivier: I'll just go hang out with Inu! She'll appriciate me!

Lloyd: The crazy girl?! No!

Elivier: Oh lighten up! She's been my friend for longer then you've been alive!

Lloyd: I'm older then you!

Elivier: You are not!

Lloyd: Really?

Elivier: I don't know! I don't have an age!

Lloyd: ... Oh yeeeaaaaah! I forgot about that.

Elivier: Right. So the disclaimer...

Lloyd: Right. Elivier doesn't own tales of symphonia or any of it's characters. She only wishes she does.

Elivier: That is the saddest disclaimer I've ever heard.

Lloyd: Make the story start Elivier.

Elivier: Oh! Right! STORY ON!!

Lloyd stalked into the room silently, hiding behind many different items so that the sole occupant in the room wouldn't see him. The brunet smiled impishly as he glanced up behind the box he was hiding behind. His "prey" was currently sitting behind a large oak desk, his face down on the surface being hidden behind pale arms.

"Lloyd one, Yuan Zero." Lloyd whispered and moved in closer.

He was standing right in front of the desk when Yuan began to stir. He gave out a quiet mewl and shifted a bit, revealing his face. Yuan's brow was creased as though he was in deep thought, and his bottom lip was drawn into a pout. Lloyd snickered before pulling the cap from his red sharpie.

Yuan yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head. He opened his eyes slowly, staring boredly at the wall across from him. There was a small shuffle in the chair next to him. He assumed it was just his new captain and turned slowly to stare at the red clad boy that was the son of his best friend.

"Mornin!" Lloyd chirped, twirling the pen in his hand.

"You need a life." Yuan mumbled, rubbing at his face.

"Oh I have one, but there isn't anything I like better then annoying you on your day off." Lloyd giggled playfully and stood from his chair. "Ah… and you have something on your face."

Yuan glared at the brunet's back as he exited the room and rubbed his face once more. It was tingling. The sensation was annoying.

The cobalt stretched once more before standing and staggering to the bathroom. He leaned against the sink as he woke up, splashing a bit of water on his face. Sighing tiredly he lifted his head to look in the mirror. His eyes grew wide as he stared at his reflection.

"LLOYD!!"

The brunet cackled as he wondered aimlessly around the base. Random renegade soldiers hardly gave him a passing glance as he passed by. The pen cap was popped off only to be clicked back on in a repetitive fashion.

"So easy." He chuckled. "Ah… but I suppose I've overstayed my welcome."

Footsteps thundered behind him. He turned casually staring at the oncoming cobalt. Lighting was flashing dangerously around the others form as he flailed his large weapon over his head.

"LLOYD IRVING YOU ARE DEAD!!"

Lloyd snickered as he looked at his handy work. A red goatee was scrawled on the seraph's lazily, leaving many gaps. The uni-brow was drawn much better, connecting the once blue (but not a brownish color) eyebrows together. A long line was drawn from the corner of his mouth and on his cheek there was an arrow pointing to it labeling it "drool". If the man had blinked one could make out two messily drawn eyes that appeared to be cross eyed.

Lloyd stifled another laugh and brought his hands up to his face. He placed his thumbs on his temples and curled his fingers in a wavy motion. His tongue popped out of his mouth.

"Nyeh nyeh!" He taunted. "You have to catch me before you can kill me!"

Yuan roared, continuing to speed at the still waiting teen. After a second of standing Lloyd turned on his heel and ran like no tomorrow. He would say later that he enjoyed every second of if when he was laying in the snowy wasteland outside Flanoir as he attempted to stop the blood from spilling all over the young girl that found him.

Yuan stomped back to his room, expletives flying from his mouth. The men around him regarded him with slight interest before going back to work. It was almost like a schedule for them. Lloyd came to pay "visits" every Saturday. It was a wonder their leader never seemed to catch on. It was always something new each week. Last week had been the shaving cream and the feather trick. The renegade soldiers had gotten very good at suppressing their laughter.

Yuan sat in his desk, rubbing his eyes wearily. Lloyd had once again come when he was asleep. Yuan had changed his nap schedule so many times, yet the brunet seemed to keep up!

"How does he do it?!" He hissed. "How does that idiot keep so updated?"

Yuan rubbed his temples before dropping his hands and hanging his head. He then noticed the writing that was scrawled wildly on his desk in red ink.

Welcome to The game it read. There are a few rules for you to remember.

1: You are always playing the game.

2: You can never win the game.

3: You have a 30 min. period to forget the game once you lose it.

4: As soon as you remember the game you must verbally announce that you have lost the game.

The point of the game is to get everyone on earth playing the game. Once you remember the game you lose. Good luck.

Yuan rose an eyebrow as he read over it again. This entire concept of "The game" intrigued him. Perhaps he would spread it around base just to see what would happen. After all, the point was to get the world playing was it not?

Elivier: So I said "Who do you think you are?"

Lloyd: Uh... Elivier.

Elivier: And he was all like "I'm your greatest nightmare!"

Lloyd: Elivier?

Elivier: And I was all like "I PWNS U!!"

Lloyd: Elivier!

Elivier: And he was all like "Da f-

Lloyd: Elivier!!

Elivier: Huh?

Lloyd: THe story is over!

Elivier: No it isn't! I was just getting to the good part!

Lloyd: Not THAT story...

Elivier: ...OH!! Er...

Lloyd: Tell them how much you would like it if they reviewed.

Elivier: Right! -Reaches for script- Uh...

Lloyd: ...You lost it didn't you?

Elivier: I think that paper i burned earlier on in my story WAS my script.

Lloyd: You idiot.

Elivier: OH NO! What do I do Lloyd?!

Lloyd: Make it up?

Elivier: Oh. Erm... I would be so happy if you reviewed?

Lloyd: ...That was pathetic.

Elivier: -Hangs head in shame-

Lloyd: Elivier is having a creative rut right now so I'll just let you guys know that she would love you guys for eternity if you reviewed.

Elivier: -Mumble- M'not in a creative rut... -mumble-

Lloyd: So please review!