Music Shuffle: Gino&Anya

A/N: I almost got diabetes writing this. Super WAFF warning. No, this is not the last one, I still have 4 more planned. Onward ho!

10. Do You Remember? – Jack Johnson

Well all these times they come and go
And the road don't seem so long.
Over ten years have gone by.
We can't rewind. We're locked in time,
But you're still mine.
Do you remember?

"Hey Anya? It was a day like this when we met," Gino stated pointedly as he lay on his stomach in the bed of one of the guest rooms/offices of the Orange house while Anya seemed to be focused on a task on the computer. It was a dreary evening with the occasionally rain storm passing over.

"What are you talking about, Gino? The day we met was nothing like this. It was during the winter after a blizzard," she corrected, not looking away from the monitor.

"Aha! So you do remember!" The blonde exclaimed with a huge goofy grin.

"Of course, I believe it is an important memory, so I went back to it multiple times. In fact, I probably have the day memorized better than you," she said, turning around in her chair too look at him.

"Oh really now? How 'bout I quiz you on it?" He suggested, still keeping the grin.

The pink haired woman sighed, "Fine, go ahead." She turned back around to go back to work.

"Okay then, what day did we meet?" He asked, starting out easy.

"January 8th, 8 years ago," she replied as if the answer were automated.

"At about what time?"

"After dinner, so around 1900 hours."

"Where so?"

"The Royal Brittanian Palace, East wing, in the corridor before entering the Knights' lounge," she replied with much ease, making Gino having to think of questions requiring more detail.

"Who introduced us?"

"That would be Monica."

"And what was the first thing I said?"

"Something along the lines of: 'This cute little pink haired girl is the knight of six?'"

Gino smiled one of those embarrassing smiles that one couldn't wipe off their face no matter how hard they tried. The fact that Anya found the day they met so important to memorize even the smallest details made him oddly happy. He laughed a bit as he got up from the bed and hugged her from behind. He rested his chin on top of her head and sighed blissfully. However, his happy romantic moment was killed when he look at the computer screen.

"Hey, you're cheating!" He accused, seeing that Anya had her old blog entries pulled up, particularly they day the met.

"No," she turned to look up at him, "I could tell you all those details without looking at this. I just brought it up out of curiosity."

"Really now? You probably just memorized that blog entry anyway," He questioned, although he knew Anya was always dead-honest.

She frowned at him slightly, but it changed into a little smirk. "So you think. When father restored my memories, the clearest memory I had, was of the day I met you."

Gino lifted an eyebrow at her but felt a smile tugging at his lips. "Why do you think that was the case?"

"Because, it was the day my life started for the first time. Even Geass wasn't strong enough to completely pull the memory away from me, whereas I still can't even recall most of the battles I fought in except for the blog entries," she explained. "And now that you know that," she got up and tackled him unexpectedly to the bed and sat on his stomach, "time to quiz you. So, what was the first thing I said to you?"

"Easy, you snapped a picture of me and said: 'Recorded, thank you,'" He answered as he smiled up at her.

She let a small smile play on her lips as well as she changed her position to lie down on top of him completely, using her elbows and hands to prop her chin up. He put an arm around her mid-section in return. "And then I laughed and said: 'You and me are going to be great friends!' and then I proceed to pick you up and spin you around."

"Correct," she smiled and rested her head on his chest and allowed herself to completely relax in his warmth.

"And just look at us now," he chuckled and stroked her fluffy pink hair. It was down for now and growing long and wavy, much like Marianne's.

Anya let out a simple "mmhm" in response and shut her eyes. She felt like she die happily in that moment, however, Gino would allow no such thing as he rolled over onto his side, causing her to fall off of him. He was able to see her face to face sharing a pillow as he stared into her red eyes.

"Anya, what's today?" He asked as a smile twitched its way onto his face.

"April 18th," she replied, wondering why the date was important.

"Are you memorizing this?" He wondered aloud, the smile growing larger.

"Am I a robot?" She deadpanned.

The blonde man let out a small laugh through his nose and looked into her eyes for a few more seconds before laying on another question. "How does Anya Shinozaki-Gottwald-Weinberg sound?"

She blinked a few times to process what he had just asked. "Ridiculous," she responded with her usual expressionless tone and face, letting him know she was serious.

He was about to open his mouth to let out a sigh and rephrase the inquiry, but she beat him to it.

"Just Anya Weinberg sounds fine."