I finally know what's happening!! Woo Hoo!! **Does a lil happy dance** But for my own personal entertainment I believe I'll keep you guessing^_^ And I know neko-chan asked when the two were going to get together… And I'll give you an answer!

Sore… Wa… Himitsu desu! Bet you saw that coming, ne?

Now on with the show.

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We haven't much time left. The gold must be killed at the end of this week and today is Friday.

Hai, I know. But what of the mazoku?

He's the reason we began this in the first place.

… hai, but he's more powerful then I had first believed…

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"NAMAGOMI!!!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU????" The mace made a whistling noise as it missed the close-eyed mazoku. "Leave the toilet seat DOWN!!"

They raced past the small blonde, not even ruffling his hair. Vincent said nothing, merely sipping his tea as they raged behind him. He had grown used to the rampant violence, not even noticing their daily brawls.

Every once in a while he would reach into his pocket, as if to make sure something was still there, that, or wince when an exceptionally high pitch was hit. He could have sworn that his eye had developed a permanent twitch, and his hearing would never be the same.

Xelloss was having a lovely day. He could feel the small blonde's depression and was having a veritable feast off of it. In fact, this lovely taste was almost enough to make him regret the fact he was planning on disposing of the nuisance.

SLAM! Filia creamed him over the head with her beloved mace-sama. As he watched the tweeting birds swirl around his head he listened to her sweet talk her favorite weapon. Yes, this day had all he could wish for. "Namagomi never should have called you fat! No no! My poor baby mace-sama is just right, that you are! Did his awful head dent you my darling? I promise momma will give you a nice rub down tonight before bed!"

At that moment two of the males in the house developed a bloody nose, not that Filia noticed, she was too caught up with her mace.

Xelloss glared at the young dragon. Almost regret, but not quite, you worthless hentai. He turned, his cape flaring out enough that Filia was out of the blonde bishonen's view. He stopped, for a second forgetting about the blonde male as he watched Filia hugging her mace. His heart stopped beating once again, unconsciously he reached up and pounded his chest, making Filia glance up at him with an unwittingly concerned look. Xelloss followed her eyes to where they rested on his fist, then blushed slightly. But recovered quickly enough, after all he had over a thousand years under his belt. Rarely did he find himself in an overtly embarrassing moment without enjoying it.

"Maa, maa Filia! You do take my breath away with your wickedly destructive ways!" He stated, catching her off guard and reinstating the vicious flirting that he had grown to love.

"NAMAGOMI!! DIE!!"

Tonight, tonight I take her… And he shall fall.

For some reason a cold warning ran down the mazoku's back as Filia knocked him out of the house and across town. Something was about to happen… And for once he didn't know whether to look forward to it or not.

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Dearest Diary: You, of all know how much I love this time of year, this midsummer nights eve. It's the time of that romantic story of star-crossed lovers, of faerie kings and queens… It makes my heart sigh to think such things might happen. I have always loved the tale of Tatiana and Oberon, how even through the millions of years they still loved, and were loved in return.

Yet, the more practical side of me loves this as well, for there is a celebration to take place, and it is ripe for selling my wares! I plan on opening a small stall with which to peddle, plying on the romantic urges of my female counterparts, and the male's desire to comply.

I have yet to think of a way to rid myself of Xelloss, though. He, no doubt would ruin the romantic urges, perhaps even forcing me to lose my temper, thus ruining the sales. Yet, I have a few more hours yet before sunset. Perhaps I could convince him that the sentimental feelings of the party would surely kill him! It's worth a try at least.

So she thinks to rid herself of me with weak threats of love? She is too naïve. He slammed the book closed, sitting up on her perfectly made bed, where he had made himself at home, of course, and setting it on the table beside him.

You know, get rid of all the pink and this could be a pretty decent room! He kicked back, leaning against the fluffy pink pillows. All it needs is a talking box with creatures inside that do amusing things. Wonder what it would be called…

"NAMAGOMI!! What do you think you're doing on MY BED??" The high-pitched scream dragged him from his pointless wonderings.

"Maa maa, Filia-san! I was about to change the world!" He stated, trying to ward off her flying mace. "So, when are we leaving for this Midsummer thing, anyways?"

"When… HELL FREEZES OVER!!" Slam! Flying Mazoku headed for right field.

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Why am I doing this? Yes, if they knew what I was doing they might wonder... Vincent smiled innocently into Filia's eyes, watching as she sipped her tea. He had made it himself. Why must I lie, cheat, kill? Perhaps my father could answer, the bastard. Too bad he's dead. My mother? Killed by her own people. My bosses? It is to laugh.

Filia dropped, her head hitting the table almost delicately. The mazoku would be home soon so he hadn't much time. Vincent leaned over, caressing her cheek softly, then picking her up and tossing her dead weight over his shoulder. I only wish that it could happen any other way, for I could have loved this woman. Had I ever learned to love. He walked out of the room, heading towards the area the fair would take place at.

There would be plenty of time to repent of his actions later, after his revenge was over. Perhaps she might still be alive... yet he doubted it. He shrugged, almost smiling at the weight on his shoulder and the bite in the air. My mother, my father... and those that call me their ward will all be dealt with this night. As well as the fruity bastard she seems so fond of. With those thoughts the blonde bishonen started to whistle as he worked.

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The breeze was gentle, ruffling her hair and tugging lightly at her skirts. The sun, soft and gentle, as though falling for the night, barely touched her cheek. Her nose itched. Filia reached, or tried to reach up to scratch it but something was holding her arm down. For that matter, something was holding all of her limbs down so that she were flat on her back. She jerked, but nothing would release, when she pulled too hard the bindings seemed to dig into her skin. She stopped when she felt a trickle of blood drip down her ankle.

There was no chance of escape, were she to transform the chances where she would kill herself on the wire touching her throat. She did the only thing that came to mind, the one thing that she had sworn she would never, ever do in her life. She screamed.

"NAMAGOMI!!! GET OVER HERE AND SAVE ME!!!!"

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Xelas had followed the bumbling idiots for almost a week, and was almost positive that they were dumber then a box of rocks and about as useless. She had been hoping for a bloodbath! Baka humans, they were never so quick to act as to talk. The closest they had come to a dragon was when the leader had burped in the fire, causing the flames to shoot out with his alcohol laden breath.

Perhaps she would have to give them a little... incentive. She dropped down from the cliff she had been standing on, mindful to change into her human form. This is a job for a real woman, too bad Xelloss isn't here. She snorted, remembering how fetching her little pet looked in a skirt. Taking a deep breath Xelas screamed.

"It's a dragon!! She's abducted my brother!! SAVE ME!!" She ran into the middle of the circle, tossing her hair and gazing helplessly into Draco's eyes. "Please! A big, strong man like you can surely take care of a dragon!" Must.... not... laugh!

"A-a dragon?" Draco stated, now that he was faced with the thought of a REAL one he wasn't so quick to brag. Yet, the woman was quite beautiful and his men were watching expectantly. In other words he was out of luck. "We'll save you! Won't we, boys?"

"Yeah! DRAGON! DRAGON! DRAGON!!" And under the helpless act Xelas was laughing her head off.

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Vincent watched his precious little hostage, a small smile playing over his face as she woke up slowly. It was almost sunset, and the party was just getting started. He smiled as she screamed, for there had been no sweeter words then these.

"NAMAGOMI!!! GET OVER HERE AND SAVE ME!!!!"

Yes, Namagomi... Come and save your precious dragon. For we both have much to do this night.

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To be continued....