Disclaimer: No, I don't own Slayers.

Authors: I did not write this fan fic by myself. Lots of credit goes to Vega Knight.

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2 We Meet Again



MR.ZELGADIIIIIISSSSS!!!!!!!

He turns around and sees four familiar faces, and the faces of the customers who turned to the shout. Lina, Gourry, Sylphiel, and (*sigh* NOT AGAIN!) Amelia. Zelgadis (which is

what the dark haired girl called him) immediatly hid the canteen with the bracelet on it, and turn around in time to be knocked flat by Amelia's launch upon him.

Amelia: Mr. Zelgadis! We haven't seen each other for... how long was it? Oh yeah! 4 years!

Zelgadis: * muttering * Wish it could have been ten.

Zelgadis, struggling to get up while Amelia was pressing him below her on the floor, and blushing fiercely from the quite...mature form...that she developed into those 4 years, while her character dosen't seem so much affected though. He finally managed to push her aside. What are you guy's doing here? How did you find me? And why....?(I can't believe I will have to travel with those guys again, sigh, I'll never find my cure now...but for some reason, I feel like I have found back a part of myself....strange....)

Amelia: Guess what, Mr.Zelgadis! Since we have nothing to do, we're going to help you find a cure!

With that, she started dragging Zelgadis, with the others

following behind, out the door, and to a different inn where the others Lina and the others were staying. Meanwhile, Amelia kept on blabbering about plans for that night, and tomorrow.

Amelia:...and we'll get a room right next to mine, and we'll all swap stories about what we've been doing all this time, and blah, blah, blah...

And meanwhile THAT, Zelgadis was trying to pry himself loose and explain at the same time.

Zel: But Amelia, I'm just passing through the town! I've already got another lead on a cure! I'M PLANNING ON LEAVING RIGHT AWAY!

With that Amelia stopped and turned. She started looking at Zel with huge watery eyes, and her hands clasped in front of her.

Lina: *nudging Zel* Ah, I bet you can't refuse even that face!

(She's right I can't.) Zel sighed and gave in.

Zel: All right, I guess, but I'm leaving at 5 o' clock tomorrow morning. (The things I gotta do for that girl...)