Sheelos Fluff with Lemony Sprinkles
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Title: Word Play
Summary: When Sheena has to leave for a quick mission concerning Mizuho, Zelos finds a small red book among her possessions. Though it's not her diary, it proves to be just as interesting...
Spoilers: Yes.
A/N: This is based on a true story, I hate to admit. And even though I usually never dedicate any of my entries to any REAL people, I hafta give a shout out to mah buddy D! This one's for you: OLD LADIES ROCK! XD
And on saner note, I'm a bit backed up on my updating schedule (see bio for more info). So with a little luck I'll have the next chapter of Prisoner of War up after the weekend, and then go from there. Until then, enjoy!
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The doorbell rang and rang, demanding their attention, but honestly, who breaks from a passionate kiss to answer the door? That's why Zelos hires a butler. ...Well, that, and he's pretty much a slob on his own.
"Wilder Manor, what is your business?"
A few moments later, Sebastian appeared at the entryway to the living room where the two seemed entangled in each others arms. "It is for you, Miss Fujibayashi. Are you in?" he asked, not even the slightest bit perturbed at the scene. After all, he'd probably walked in on worse knowing his employer.
"No," Zelos answered curtly for her without breaking their kiss.
"It is a missionary from your village, Miss Fujibayashi," he added.
Sheena reluctantly separated from the kiss, but Zelos refused to let her go. After a short non-verbal argument, consisting mainly of Zelos' puppy dog eyes and Sheena's more sympathetic 'it has to be' looks, he let her go with a grumble
Before reopening the door, she made sure she looked presentable. If they had any inkling of a clue as to what she had been doing outside of the village, it could be easily punished by at least one misdemeanor or so. That made her feel a bit unclean, but at the same time, she regretted leaving his arms.
"Oh, hello. What do need me for now?" she said, opening to door to a Kame. Though he was dressed in his traditional garb, he seemed much less intimidating and dark than some of the others.
"Sheena-san, …" the rest was spoken in a quiet low voice so it couldn't be overheard by the Chosen sitting crossly on the couch. Even if he could hear what the kame was saying, he suspected it was being spoken in another language anyway.
She sounded disappointed in her response, "Aah, demo… Ima wa dame da…"
The kame replied something brusque and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. She growled, shutting the door and sulking upstairs. Zelos looked up from his spot on the couch. "What's up?"
"I have to go on some quick treaty mission with another village—one that we're already with peace at, I might add." She muttered, vanishing briefly into their room.
When she returned, he asked, "Why you? Why can't they just get somebody else to go?"
"I call it the 'Bug System'," She rolled her eyes, "If you're away from the village, but still a part of the community, then you have to take twice as many missions to affirm you're still on their side. I guess it also discourages leaving—personally, I think it's pretty ridiculous."
He raised an eyebrow, "You're in the community?"
"Look who's talking,"
"…I really walked right into that one…" admitted Zelos with a chuckle.
She nodded, slinging her pack over her shoulder. "I shouldn't be gone very long. At the latest, I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon."
"Wait," he said; she backed up from the door and looked around the corner at him. "As soon as you get back, I'm afraid we'll have some interrupted business to attend to, you know…"
She just grinned slyly. "I'd like that,"
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It was getting later into the night and his Wild Demonic Banshee had yet to return. Zelos wasn't worried though, just a bit impatient.
He entered their room, considering turning in for the night when a little red book lying strewn on the corner of the bed caught his eye. It didn't look like the red books that guys who were desperate for a chick carry around, maybe it was a diary?
He snatched the booklet and flipped it open to a random page. The print was small and covered the entire page, meaning it was either the diary of a word-crazy author or more likely a dictionary (and upon further inspection, it became evident it wasn't the first choice).
The word heading the page was 'sex', then next to it were a bunch of foreign symbols he'd never seen before. Following, it had the characters roman-ized and read: 'sekusu'. So it's a translation dictionary for English to whatever the speak in Mizuho, he thought to himself with a smirk.
Fate would have it though that he had turned to the page he had, as he would soon realize…
He continued to skim down the page, looking at all the sex words he could find: sexism, sexist, sexology, sextuple, sextuplets…
Then the word 'sexy' came along. He couldn't help but look at the translation, it read 'sekushiina'.
He blinked, reiterating the word aloud to himself. "Sekushiina… sekushiina… Where have I heard that before?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brow in thought. Then, it clicked. His grin widened as he exclaimed, "I get it! It's sex Sheena!"
…He was never a language major, anyway.