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Rated M
M is for MATURE, people.
If I can pretend to be, then you can too!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! *sob*

Many Ways
for Sins to Play

Ban was bent over, looking at the head on the platter at eye level. His eyes were a little more rounded than usual as he looked it over. Having finally made his decision, he kicked over the dome that was on the floor near his feet. "Yup, only one thing that could have made this kidnapping better."

Gowther looked up from where he was examining the wine all over the ground, "Yes? What is that?"

He grinned broadly and placed his hands on his hips, "If they had of put my head on the plate!" He started laughing at his own morbid joke as he kept talking, "can you imagine? I'd look up at her and say, 'You're totally screwed, Princess'."

Gowther looked at him blankly, "I do not understand, are you saying that you would be an enemy? Or as an ally warning her of danger?"

Ban stopped laughing so abruptly that it was almost as though he had an off switch and he grimaced at the Goat Sin, "Maaaaan, great jokes are wasted on you."

Gowther looked back down, noting a few spills were sloshed to the left, as though the wine was being swung before it was dropped, "Apologizes, Sir Ban, I will try to relate your joke to Lady Diane and Sir King when they return."

Ban sighed and waved him off, "Baaah. Don't bother."

^.~

Upon learning the fake Elizabeth had duped her, Diane had raced out of the castle's new balcony to chase down the impostor in a furious rage. King had followed her, worried that they had no idea what this person could or couldn't do. The problem was, except for people on the ground floor pointing at Gowther's giant hole in the wall, there were no leads as to where she'd ran off to. Whoever it was, they were either very fast, or very good at hiding.

It didn't take too long to discover that it was the latter, when the two of them heard a masculine voice cry out for someone to wait from inside the stables. Diane and King shared a glance and sprinted towards the building just as soon as a woman, still wearing Elizabeth's face burst through the huge double doors on a massive war horse. Diane and King both grinned at their good fortune and worked in sync to take her down. King immediately sent his Chastiefol in its pillow form straight into the beast's path as Diane cried out her rage as she leapt at the rider as soon as the horse tried to go right through King's Sacred Treasure. The woman made a very feminine yelp that sounded nothing like Elizabeth as Diane ruthlessly drove her from her mount and into the dirt. Diane was on top of her with a strong knee planted on her back as she hissed curses at the woman who had tricked her so easily.

Ban heard all the commotion and decided that it seemed more fun than standing around at the crime scene, so he jumped down the three stories to meet up with King and company.

The Serpent Sin was lifting the fake Elizabeth up, holding her elbows behind her back to the point of almost ripping them off; though it did not stop the woman from struggling and flinging curses of her own. King floated in front of her and pointed his weapon in its mighty single spear form right at her head, "Who are you? Where is the princess?" He was rather proud of how his voice carried like a king, it never seemed to do that very well when he was with his comrades.

The woman glared pure hatred at him, "Lit aine'shay it ureh meli bayiaeht!"

Ban made his way to stand next to King and frowned, "What the fuck did she say?" He nodded to the girl menacingly, "you talkin about his mom?"

King shook his head, "No... she's speaking in ancient Drow... not many even remember the language."

Ban cupped his head behind his head and glanced at King through the corner of his eyes, "So are you saying she's an old hag then?"

The woman suddenly scoffed indignantly, "You bastard! I am not!"

Ban gleamed his canines at her, "Good, so she understands us just fine!"

"I could have told you that, you idiot!" Diane grumbled, getting sick of struggling with the woman and kicked the back of her knee. Her captive's eyes widened as she fell from her useless leg, though Diane did not let her fall far, so she only hung her head down and began mumbling something incoherent under her breath.

"Damn this girl's annoying! What's she doing now?"

King's eyes widened, "Ban! She's saying a prayer for the passing of the dead!"

"Nope!" Ban quickly grabbed a handful of her hair and forced his entire hand into her mouth just as she was biting down. Ban sucked in a pained breath as her teeth fell down on his hand as it quickly found what he figured must have been in there. Gripping it firmly in his hand, he smirked at the woman he was affronting, "you can let go now. It's aaaaaaall over."

The woman began streaming tears and released his hand, hanging her head down in complete defeat.

Ban held his mangled hand up to his face, sniffing the small capsule he'd stopped her from biting down on. "Heh, this chick was serious!" He showed it to King with a freshly mended hand.

King's eyes widened, then looked back to the girl, "But why? Nothing is worth that!"

"What is it?!" Diane huffed, stomping a foot.

King floated in front of the woman with furrowed brows and an utterly serious expression, waving his hand over her, dispelling her disguise. Diane gasped, "A drow elf!"

Ban shook his head, "A suicidal drow? Huh. Guess Hawk grew wings after all."

"What do you mean?" Diane huffed.

King motioned to the small purple and red capsule Ban held, "Dragonsbane. It's potent enough to kill her instantly."

"Heh," Ban smiled, "she probably wouldn't even have to swallow it. The stuff would even give me a pretty nasty headache." He looked back over at her, "What's your name, Drow?"

She spat at his feet, "Go to the nine hells where you belong, Sin."

"Feisty," was Ban's quick response.

Gowther was watching them from the castle, always best to stay on the high ground, and called out: "Sir Ban? Did you say that that is dragonsbane? May I have it?"

Ban snickered to himself, oh how Gowther was going to have to pay for it—not laughing at his funny joke! "I dunno, Goatman, I think you're gonna have to earn it!"

^.~

The wind rushed past her ears as the woman called Guila held her at her waist as though she was nothing more than a sack of dirty laundry. Elizabeth hadn't felt this helpless since the dark days after her mother had passed. Her bow and quiver had been taken by this woman's accomplice and Elizabeth felt naked without them. These were the reasons she had been trained, so that she could defend herself against kidnapping and assassination attempts—and now that it had been put to the test, she had failed miserably.

Guila's grip on her was strong, and she was moving at such a speed that it was hard just to move. They had cleared the city with nothing more than a few effortless bounds which led Elizabeth to wonder who this woman was, was she a soldier sent from the drow elves? Or a mercenary sent from a noble? Did whoever ordered her to take her expect the cold blooded murder she'd committed just to take a single runaway princess?

Or perhaps this was about something else entirely...?

Whatever the reason, Elizabeth knew that she couldn't let her take her to where ever she was headed. But how could she get free? She certainly couldn't struggle her way out of her grasp, especially now that she was leaping across mountain tops. Elizabeth tried to remember her geographical studies, wondering which mountain range this was, but her mind couldn't think of maps—she kept seeing that poor man's head sitting where her lunch should have been. Such a horrible thing to do to someone's body. One must never forget that every corpse had once lived a life, life was the ultimate gift of the goddesses', and this woman had cut him down and beheaded him just to get to her.

She was so frightened, she disgusted herself.

Guila was hardly touching the ground, her toes would barely touch down on a mountain before leaping back into the air, crossing a massive amount of land before touching down again and repeating. Elizabeth thought she smelled a river nearby, and started to wonder if she could somehow get the drow elf to drop her when she found it... but with how high they were, she'd just as likely become a smear on the mountainside.

Then everything shattered, literally. When Guila came to land on yet another mountain, she cried out as the ground below her came apart, forcing her jumping to quickly turn into falling. Elizabeth began to scream with her when she realized that they were careening off a cliff until suddenly an unseen force pushed Guila away, ripping her hold on her in the process. Now she was falling with no hope of having anything to smooth the landing, and she really was panicking. A small part of her told her she should be sending a prayer out, but the biggest part of her was much too scared.

Then, as if the goddesses' were answering the prayer she never prayed, a blonde savior scooped her up from his own downward angled jump. He held her bridal style and landed against the side of a cliff, grappling a hanging vine with the same arm that supported her back. He'd come for her! She'd been sure he'd never be able to find her even after an extensive investigation, yet here he was.

She looked up at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, Sir Meliodas!"

He was scanning the sky in the direction Guila had been sent with eyes of a hunter. When there was not yet any sign of her, the Sin Captain looked down at her with the most carefree smile imaginable; almost like it was his idea to take her out on a mountainside stroll. "That's the second time I've caught a pretty elf falling from the sky. I can't decide who's luckier, you, or me." His smile turned into a smirk and he slid his hand down the vine, giving Elizabeth a sense of falling again. She didn't mean to scream in his ear, truly, but she wrapped her arms around his neck as tight as she could and let loose that scream. Elizabeth was going to have to reevaluate her standing on whether or not she had a fear of heights.

When the vine was near its end, Meliodas kicked his foot against the cliff and jumped from it, landing on a lower cliff across the gorge. Elizabeth's head was buried in his neck and her own arms, frozen in place. She held him so tightly that he probably could have removed his hands and she still wouldn't fall—not that he'd ever dream of doing such an atrocity.

It was the feel of his chest moving from a chuckle that finally brought the princess to lift up her head. Doing this, placed her face directly in Meliodas', with her nose against the side of his. She could see the happy mischief in his eyes, plain as day.

His hand crept up to her breast and he actually moved even closer to her face, sending her budding blush into a blossoming crimson as he said softly, "You can get down now." Then he lowered his voice to a sinister droll, "but only if you want to."

Elizabeth hesitantly moved her legs from his arms, and stood slowly. Though she looked back at him curiously when his hand still remained firmly on her breast. He smiled like the scoundrel her sister warned her he was under her gaze. "Umm... Sir Meliodas?"

He brought the hand he'd had on her to his lips, "Shh, we're not out of this yet." Placing his hands on both her forearms, he sidestepped her about four steps to the higher wall and winked at her, "stay here."

As soon as he placed himself at her front, debris came down all around them. As it cleared, the fox faced woman dressed in white stood tall and strong not ten paces from them.

"Well, well, didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to steal what was already stolen?"

Meliodas folded his arms and smiled, "Is that a crack at how short I am?" He then rolled his eyes back and scratched his head, "cause I gotta say, I'm a little sensitive about that."

Guila laughed, "Aww, well I hope I didn't hurt your feelings!"

With a shrug and a smirk, the knight bent down in a ready stance, "I think I'll manage."

Unsheathing a silver masterpiece of a long sword, the drow elf started walking towards them, "I do hope you can keep up that attitude for long enough to die smiling, little man."

Meliodas used a hand to motion Elizabeth back while he eyed the woman in front of him. Something shifted in his eyes for a fleeting moment, typically unnoticed by adversaries, however this woman knew to look for it, and hesitated.

"You... you're the one people speak of." Her smile widened, "the Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins himself." Her head tilted, "did you think you could keep the little bastard princess all to yourself? Silly dragon."

This caused a frown to wipe away his smile and he growled out, "Say what you want of me, but for every time you speak ill of Elizabeth in my presence," a shadow crossed over his face. "I will break one of your bones."

Guila tossed her head back in laughter and Elizabeth wondered how she could take such threats so lightly. The drow pointed her sword at them and lowered her eyebrows, "Little demon cast away wants to challenge a knight of the Alliance of Mists? You don't even have a sword."

"Oh!" Meliodas blinked and looked around the area. He made a "ah" sound as he happily picked up a stick and swiped it through the air a few times to check its balance. "I think this'll do."

Both Guila and Elizabeth gave him the same blank stare while the knight before them looked over the twig as one might inspect a fine blade. Guila opened her mouth to protest such an offense, but Meliodas looked up and swiped his make shift weapon at her. Her eyes actually cracked open for a moment when she saw that she indeed had to block the wind resistance from his attack—if attack was what it was.

"Why you! How can that be!" Guila pointed at him and the space in front of him exploded immediately, pulling a grunt from her opponent as he danced back ever so slightly. "Now be a good little man and die so I can bring the sad excuse for a princess in!"

Elizabeth's ear twitched when she barely heard Meliodas whisper, "That's two..." He jumped into the air with his arms spread wide, nothing but the tiny branch in his left hand and Guila shook her head smiling. Raising her sword, she pointed it at the man and three consecutive explosions erupted one after another, tattering his clothes and bringing his leap off course.

Elizabeth began to run after him with eyes filled with worry, "Sir Meliodas!" Before she made it far, the drow swordswoman fazed in front of her and snatched her wrist, twisting it in just the right way to bring Elizabeth to her knees with a painful yelp.

"Now, now little princess, save your screams for when you're begging my master to forgive your sorry excuse for an existence."

Three...

Meliodas landed in a crouch and bared his teeth and yelled out, "Don't you touch her!" In one effortless bound, he drove into the offending knight with his palm thrust out and dealt back out every explosive attack she'd sent his way.

Her screams were much louder than his grunts. Elizabeth ducked when she heard such explosions so close to her, burying her head into her arms to protect her sensitive ears and her head from debris. As the sounds ended, she lifted up to see Meliodas crouched in front of her, guarding her from any and all damage she might have received from being so close to Guila when he attacked. The princess blinked the dust from her eyes, inevitably watering them. The Sin of Wrath was looking right at her with that patented smile as he wiped away a bit of stone dust that had settled on her cheek. "Are you alright?"

Elizabeth unconsciously brought her hand to the wrist Guila had twisted, checking it while locked in his gaze. "Um... yes. It doesn't hurt." Much...

Meliodas raised a brow very slightly before nodding. He then stood and walked back to Guila, who was plastered on the floor, slowly trying to raise up to her elbows. The Sin Captain thought it might be a good time to make right on his promise and squatted in front of her. Holding up three fingers. "As to our arrangement, I get to snap three of your bones. Now, you'd be amazed with how many bones a body actually has. So..." he gave her a genuinely sympathetic smile, "I would be careful as to how you answer my questions so that I only break little bones, instead of something that might keep you from getting home."

Guila's ears tugged down, "You... you used Full Counter. How, how is that possible?"

Meliodas smiled and winked, "I think I'm the one asking the questions." He held up his first finger, "One." He paused, noticing that the drow was starting to sweat. Would she actually tell him anything worthwhile? "What did you have for breakfast today?"

"Wha, whaaat?" Guila's eyes peeked out at him in surprise.

In his squatted position, he held up a finger from both hands. "This one can cost you either a finger bone, of a pretty important little bone in your foot." Meliodas weighed his two fingers, waiting for her to tell the truth or tell a lie.

The answer all but spilled out of her, "Rice cakes with honey and carrots!"

Meliodas watched her response for a moment, then nodded himself. "Alright." With no worries as to whether she was lying, he took her hand and bent her middle finger back until it snapped—never batting an eyelash at the scream Guila cried out. Once she quieted down to mere whimpers, he spoke again. "Question two. Now this one is worth either your pinky finger, or your leg." He held out his own little finger as a visual.

"What kind of flowers did you pick when you were a little girl?"

Guila shook her head, completely bewildered, "Purple, um, lilies... I think they were lilies."

Meliodas looked up in thought for a moment before nodding again. "I'll accept that." He grabbed the elf's other hand and snapped it right at the middle joint, bringing another ear numbing cry of pain from the woman.

Elizabeth winced, her own ears wilting in her sympathy for even this woman.

Shaking his head, the blonde watched Guila again, leaning his arms on his knees. "Now... we'd be done by now if you could have just kept your mouth shut." He didn't like doing this, but he'd made a promise, and if this girl was to be his enemy—she needed to know he kept them. "Pay attention, because this one is important. Ahem." He adjusted his legs a little as he cleared his throat, "This one will be either your arm..." Meliodas looked down at her in complete seriousness for the first time since she'd touched Elizabeth, "or your neck."

The princess covered her mouth, praying that her assailant spoke the truth, or at least, make Meliodas believe she was.

"What... do you think about men with pink hair?"

The look of complete shock on Guila's face should have been captured by future technology and preserved for all time. Her jaw hung open and her words had trouble forming, "Is, is, th,this a joke?!"

Meliodas tilted his head, "Is that your answer?"

"No!" The drow elf shook her head vigorously, growing redder by the second. She buried her head into her arms and debris and muttered something incoherent.

Meliodas cupped his ear closer and sung out tauntingly, "I can't hear~you!"

Guila's head popped back up and she cried out, "Yes! I believe that if a man is unashamed of such a natural color as that, his fearlessness of judgment should be commended! Most male pinkettes change their hair and keep the natural color as nothing more than their dirty little secret!"

Meliodas raised both his eyebrows, surprised at the detail she placed in her answer, then smiled his own fox-face, "Well that's great!" He stood up and took a step to her side, bent over and grabbed her hand, planting his other hand on her elbow and bent it backwards. Even before the sickening crack was heard, the girl was crying out in pain. He dropped her limp arm down and muttered one last reminder to never speak ill of the princess in front of him, and left her. Returning to Elizabeth still sitting on the ground where Guila had put her, he held his hand out with a triumphant smile, "I hope that wasn't too much for you to watch, Elizabeth."

The princess took his hand as she thought as quickly as she could for an answer. He had warned Guila that he would snap her bones for every time she spoke hatefully... but the questions he asked were so light and carefree, the woman would have had no reason to lie. Not to mention, Elizabeth knew enough about anatomy to tell that every bone he'd displaced had been at a joint. The woman may be able to even pop them back into place and only have a hairline fracture to contend with.

Most demons would have simply destroyed...

"Um... no. I'm alright... Sir Meliodas."

They scaled down many steep slopes and Elizabeth began to hear the water she'd smelled. Her breathing was labored and her heart was burdened, only to discover that she was also intensely thirsty. So whereas Meliodas had planned to turn left toward the city, Elizabeth turned right toward the water. He admired her forthrightness and followed her, enjoying the view as she hopped lower to reach the river that flowed there.

Finally! The princess knelt by the river and cupped a generous amount of water into her hands and drank deep. Once her thirst was sated, she could hear the smile on his face when he said, "Feel better?"

Her hair pulled around her back and over her shoulder when she looked over the other to look back at him. Standing there with a hint of the smile he possessed when he'd spoke as though he hadn't just been laughing at her—at least a little. "Much better, thank you Sir Meliodas." Her ears raised slightly as she felt her curiosity bubbling over again. "Um, can I... ask you something?"

The knight raised his eyebrows, his own curiosity peaking. "Well yea, what is it?"

Elizabeth turned around but stayed seated by the river and looked up at him, "How... how did you find me? You couldn't have even returned to the castle in such a short amount of time."

He put his hands on his hips and flashed her the determined look of a confident warrior, "I suppose you could say... my princess-senses were tingling!"

The elf's eyes went wide and she pressed her lips together tightly, but it just simply couldn't be contained and she burst out laughing. She pointed to him, and laughed more, angling a thumb to her and nearly rolled over from her fit. The way he'd puffed out his chest as he said it had been just too much and she lost every bit of the noble dignity that she had been trained over and over to never loose in her joy to have not only been rescued, but been rescued by this heroic, funny and stunningly handsome man that called himself her knight. As she began to fall over, Meliodas was there at her side, allowing her to lean on him, instead of plummeting into the river.

All her joy quickly melted away when she noticed that in her laughter, the different color of the eye she always kept hidden behind her bangs was revealed. When he noticed that she noticed, that he noticed (XD), he played it off as nothing and stood up, pulling her up with him. Elizabeth found herself extremely nervous about what he might say about it and she bit her lip, fearing his damnation more than anything. More than the air that she breathed, more than the blood flowing through her veins, she found herself more terrified than when she'd been taken by Guila.

"I'm tired. Let's get to that cave up there behind the fall. If there is an enemy scout, they'll be hard placed to check there."

"But... Sir Meliodas..." she started, but he cut her off, acting like he agreed with whatever she was about to say.

"Yea, it does look pretty hard to get to." He hefted her up into his arms again, placing a hand on her ample bosom this time while saying, "up we go!" With three tall leaps up the rocky cliff, he was walking her through the waterfall, and into a cave. Meliodas stopped a little past the fall and whistled lowly, "bigger than I thought it'd be."

Fearing that this might be the last time he ever held her, Elizabeth buried her head in his shoulder trying with futility to hold her tears.

Meliodas felt her shaking and he knelt down, keeping her in his arms. He leaned over her hair and spoke softly, but with the question clear in his voice, "Elizabeth, what's wrong?"

She clung to him tighter, and began to sob more now that she knew she wasn't hiding it. Her hands dug into his shirt and she curled into him snugly. Meliodas wrapped his arms around her calmly, and waited for her to calm. All her life, her mother had advised her to keep her eye hidden. A lesson she learned for true after she'd passed and she was forced into life outside her mother's home. Such a small child to be condemned by her people for something she couldn't ever do anything about. Slowly, her sobs began to grow into words, "I can't help it! It, It's not my fault!" She lifted up from his shoulder and began to look at him, but thought better of it and kept her head lowered, "please don't hate me..."

Meliodas shook his head with his eyebrows raised in shock, "I could never... Elizabeth. Why...?"

Her words were wrangled between her cries, "Because those things Guila said were true! I am a bastard, my blood is unclean!" However, all her tears and sniffs halted as soon as she felt the familiar rumble his chest did when he chuckled. She looked up at him, her visible and covered eye rounded with curiosity, "Sir Meliodas...?"

The knight shook his head at the ridiculous thought while his eyes danced with mirth. This is what she was upset about? Preposterous. He stroked the back of his hand down her cheek, then used it to lift the bangs she always kept down. "Do you think a demon who lives among men would care about a mixed elf?"

He knows! Oh Goddesses' he knows! Elizabeth pulled back from him and buried her face in her hands. She could hear him rise to stand again, but he did not walk away as she was sure he would. Meliodas placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke gently, "I may not have known you were part drow when I promised I would be yours, but I did know you were an adopted princess." His hand grew more firm on her shoulder, "the only problem that arises now is that the drows may think they have some sort of claim to you, and can talk Baltra down should they ever successfully take you because of it."

Elizabeth looked up at him, her mind echoing his words I promised to be yours again in her head. Meliodas looked back down at her, recapturing her gaze, "And I swear I won't let that happen."

The blonde warrior with the damp, ruffled hair knelt down in front of her on one knee, the waters behind them distorting the shadows into an eerie blue wavy blur. He continued to stare into her eyes as he took her hand and lifted it to his lips, waiting until the very last moment to close his eyes when he kissed her hand. His lips lingered, and both knight and princess savored the feeling. When he finally lowered her hand, he opened his eyes and Elizabeth saw the vast age behind them once more. Her tears started coming a new as Meliodas stood and she dived into his chest, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

He smiled light heartedly again and stroked the back of her head with his hands. After another moment, Meliodas asked, "Are you ready to head back now?"

Elizabeth shook her head, still holding his waist tightly by only standing from her knees, "Could we stay like this, for just a little longer?"

The knight simply wrapped his hands around her neck and murmured gently, "As you wish."

^.~

King and Hawk barreled into Diane's room, where Diane, Ban, and Merlin all sat drinking mugs of strong wizard's ale. "What are you doing?!" King cried, while Hawk squealed, "We've got to go after Elizabeth!"

Ban snickered, "Relax guys! Everything's under control."

Fuming, King floated toward them, "How? Gowther has a woman chained to his wall that impersonated the princess, and that princess is still gone! You tell me which part of that under control!?"

Ban held up a finger with a foxy grin and spoke at nearly the same time as Merlin, "You left out the head of the dead guy next door."

"Oh is that where she is?" Merlin rose from a sofa and stretched, tossing Ban her empty mug, "I'm going to go see her about a little information then..." The mage walked past King flaunting a smug smile and patting Hawk's head on her way out.

As King's eyes fell on Diane and Ban, Diane rolled her eyes, "Settle down! The captain has it all under control, okay?"

King blinked his surprise, "Wha, what?"

"Seriously," Ban reclined more into the plushy seat in Diane's room, "you don't really think he'd let them make off with his princess do you?"

"Uh... Well, but..." The floating fairy hesitated.

"Eeeeeek! We should really go after them now!" Hawk cried, dancing on antsy hooves.

All four of them winced when they heard a few things crash and tinkle and bang from another room across the hall. They then heard a rather disturbing conversation pour out.

Merlin: Gowther! What the hell do you think you're doing with that!?

Gowther: Is there something wrong? I checked the employee records before hand and saw that he was a registered donor, does that not mean he doesn't mind what we do with his cadaver?

Merlin: Errr, uh... hmm, wait, NO! Put him back together this instant! His body needs to go to morticians!

Gowther: I am quite well trained in the same art as they.

Merlin: Wait, are those eyes from a—ugh! NOW Gowther!

Gowther: Oh very well... honestly, I cannot imagine how one is to learn if they cannot look.

All three of the Sins' had rather different expressions from overhearing the conversation spilling out into the hall. King looked a little blue in the face, Diane had disgust written all over hers... and Ban, well Ban just started laughing, and took another drink.

Woooooooo! I am really diggin how this alternate reality stuff gives me more freedom than previous fics. Thank you all for your support! LUV YOU GUYS!

SUPER IMPORTANT INTERROGATION QUESTIONS:
Breakfast?
Flowers?
Men?

It's lickin time! LUV URE LICKIN!

Betty: You'll find that Gowther is extremely helpful in many aspects of this tale, he's just too awesome not to be!
Annabellee: Thank you! I shall persevere! Writing fights is definitely my weak point, fortunately, most of the time enemies don't hold a chance against a Sin. ;D
Telynfair: Hehe, I was hoping lunch would turn a few heads! Just a minor change in the day's plan is all, it's s'ok! You totally called Meliodas' joke btw! XD!
Cala S: Yes. Yes he is. Meliodas is a straight badass. You just gotta love him!
ObsidianPhantom: Yea... I think I've become a tad addicted to cliffhangers... and what? Whaaaat? Meli? Our lovable Meli? Seducing a poor naive little princess? Naaaaaaaaah! Oh, Oh! And a agree, surely he's learned a thing or two by now! *wink wink, nudge nudge*
rawrtsuna: *blush* tacos are great, but I would ask for another commandment. Your review makes me giggle every time I read it! How does one bring Ban and Elaine together... hmmmm... we shall see how things go. This story is in for a loooong ride.
my Luv: Shame on you! Torture BAD! And you call me the crazy one?! tisk tisk tisk. ((the best people are!))
It's Stormy: Bathroom big enough for two is right! I'm settin up scenes everywhere! Where IS this natural fun lovin going to occur? HMMMMM? Meliodas bleach, XD HAH!
Deamonik: The fluff! It's just so FLUFFEH!
Scarlet Lovely: I always wondered that too! I keep almost writing that she does smack him. Meh, I suppose she might start should their relationship turn official? Wouldn't that be great? Now that he can in private, he can't in public? XD

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