First of three requests for Alister's Girlfriend!

Normally, I would have done this all as one request (and on the day it's supposed to be instead of uber early), but in honor of the fact that Alister's Girlfriend wrote two requests for me I decided to write all three of the biker's birthdays as separate titles.

...Plus, my computer tried to kill this file. I post this now so I don't lose it later.

This one is set post-DOOM, and a happy (very early—you'll understand why after you read this) birthday to Alister!

"Aw c'mon…"

"No."

"Pleaaase?"

"Double no."

"I'll do your chores f'r a week!"

"Tempting, but still no."

"I'll tell ya mine!"

"May 22. That's the day Mother Mary found you, and you use it as your birthday because you don't know when it really is. You've told me before."

"…That's b'side the point. You 'aven' told anyone yours."

"And nor will I ever feel inclined to do so. Why don't you go ask Raphael when his birthday is?"

"Because 'e's a' work and 'e'd tell me righ' off the bat anyway. You're 'arder t' figure out."

"Thank you for using me as your form of entertainment."

"You're welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"So w's I, chum."

"…Sarcasm aside, I still say no."

Valon looked over at Alister, crossing his arms and glaring at the redhead. "What's so bloody bad 'bout your birthday?"

"Not going to answer that one," replied Alister calmly, never looking up from his book (it was the one that Valon had gotten him for Christmas, and he was quite engrossed in it).

The Australian frowned before snapping his fingers and a wide grin appeared on his face. "What if I asked ya yes 'r no questions t' find out?"

"Pass. I prefer reading my book which, oh by the way, you gave me."

"But I know ya wanna make me look like an idiot. This's the perfect way t' do it!"

Alister looked up from his book at that comment, raising an eyebrow at the teenager. Valon frowned, running over that sentence in his mind again before he slapped a hand on his forehead. "Tha' didn' come out righ'."

"All right, I'll play. There are three hundred and sixty five days of the year, sixty-six counting leap year. The likelihood is slim that you'll guess it."

"So? I'll ask any way!"

A heavy sigh. "Fine. You have a limit of fifteen questions, and you only get one guess."

"Excellent! Now, lessee…'EY! No readin' your book while the game's goin'!"

Alister sighed again, bookmarking his place before setting his book down. "Fair enough. But if you are setting conditions, I am as well. You can't flat out ask me what season or month my birthday is."

"Tha' makes it more challengin'! So, does your birthday 'ave snow onnit?"

"It could."

"'Kay…are th' leaves still in the trees?" asked Valon thoughtfully.

"No."

"All righ', um…hm. Is it after Christmas?"

"Yes. By the way, I am not answering any more questions involving holidays," said Alister flatly.

"What?! Why not?!"

"Because that's cheating. Now, your next question?"

Valon growled in frustration, glaring at Alister.

"You know, we could just stop playing…" said Alister, reaching for his book.

Valon intercepted the book, setting it down next to him where he sat on the sofa. "No ya don'! You're not gettin' off that easy, mate!"

"Give me my book back, Valon."

"Not 'til we finish this game!"

"…Fine."

"All righ' now, so your birthday might 'ave snow onnit, and it's after Christmas…that narrows it down to winter. So then, does your birthday 'ave snowmen?" asked Valon, remembering the snowmen he and Marik had built.

"Not really. There could be a couple out there, but for the most part they aren't existent," replied Alister absently, looking out the window.

"Okay…so…is th' number of your birthday before ten?"

"Nope."

"After ten?"

"Yes."

"B'fore twen'y?"

"Yes."

"B'fore fifteen?"

"Yes."

"Is it twelve?"

"No."

"Fourteen?"

"Yes."

"HA! I 'ave th' day!"

"Yes, but you do realize you wasted six questions trying to figure it out," Alister said, holding up the number with his fingers.

"Yeah, so? Now, your birthday—does it 'ave fireworks before then?"

"No."

"Are there any 'olidays 'round your birthday?"

"I thought I said I wasn't answering that," Alister commented evenly.

A look of comprehension came over the brunette's face. "Oh, yeah…"

"For the record, that one still counts as a question. You've asked me eleven questions now—four more to go," Alister said, holding the number up with his fingers.

"But you didn' answer it!" said Valon indignantly.

The redhead rolled his eyes. "I told you I wasn't answering holiday questions. Next question?"

"...Does your birthday involve groundhogs?"

"No."

"Presidents?"

"No."

"Martin Luther King?"

"No."

"Hmmm…what 'bout leprechauns?"

"…Didn't you just say my birthday was in the winter?"

"Oh yeah…Dangit."

"Do you want to give up? You only have one question left."

"No…but I do 'ave a guess, based on what 've 'eard," said Valon thoughtfully.

"Really? And that would be…?" asked Alister, raising an expectant eyebrow.

"Is your birthday February fourteenth?"

Before the redhead could reply, the front door opened and Raphael came inside, having just returned from his job. Misa, who had been comfortably situated on Alister's lap, leapt off lightly and greeted the blonde with a loud meow, rubbing against his leg and purring.

"'ey Raph!" called Valon cheerfully, grinning. He yelped as Alister abruptly snatched his book back from where it sat on the sofa and continued on his way as he padded to the kitchen. "Alister, you—!"

"Game over, Valon," said the young man flatly.

"Wha'?! But you never said when your birthday was at, 'n' I still 'ave one more question!" spluttered Valon, folding his arms as Alister continued on his way to the staircase and began to climb them.

"Too bad, so sad," replied Alister from upstairs. The sound of his bedroom door closing came down the stairs, signaling that the other younger biker was in his room.

Raphael bent down to pick up the kitten before he looked at where Valon was sitting. "What game were you playing?" he asked.

"I was askin' 'im yes 'r no questions 'bout 'is birthday, an' I still 'ave one more question t' ask 'im!" said Valon angrily. "But now 'e's in 'is room, and I can' very well go in there when 'e's in there."

"Did you guess it?"

"No. Right as you came in, though, I guessed his birthday was on February fourteenth. I guess I wasn' right 'bout that, b'cause 'e ended the game an'—wha's so funny, Raph?" asked Valon, noticing that his older friend wore an amused expression on his face.

"Valon, if Alister ended the game the moment you were distracted it means you got the right answer. He just didn't want to admit it," said Raphael, heading into the kitchen to make dinner.

Valon stared after where Raphael had retreated into the kitchen. "Well if tha's the case why didn' 'e jus' say so?"

"I don't think he wanted you to give him a gift on his birthday," said Raphael from the kitchen. "He told me before he prefers celebrating it before or after the fourteenth, not on it."

"Wha', nothin' I get 'im will be good enough 'r somethin' like tha'?" Valon said challengingly.

"Not quite like that. February fourteenth is Valentine's Day."

"Tha' doesn' 'ave to do with any…oh."