Author's Notes: *hides* Sorry, sorry!!! I know it's freaking late!!! Very, very late!!! =( At least I'll finish it in time for this Easter. ^^; Anyways, just try to enjoy it. Yet another extra chapter. It's about the Knights. Care to read it? Or maybe you want to skip it?

@E. Feather: Yeah, well, poor Hix-niichan. ^o^ Well, I'll make the coupling work without changing Luc that much. =) Tomo and Riou because I never cared much for Eilie… ^^; And I think they'd look good together. I feel sorry for Nina-cha, that's why she's getting some of her way here. As for the Knights, I do love them. I just figured that the cool Valeria would have a temper as fiery as her costume in the event that any of her abilities are questioned. ^.^ Camus is here right now, as for Jowy… Let's see. ^_~ I thought Tengaar-neechan had always been a bit immature, but of course, she'll treat Hix-niichan better—later. Hee!!

@GreatLight432: Tomo and Riou is just a preference of mine, that's all. ^-^; I'm glad you liked it.

@Ice48: Pata-chan!! My favorite pikachu/moogle/elf/mage/unidentified-talking-being. I do think Riou/Tomo is great. And Kinnison/Ayda too. XD Like, duh for the last pair—they are SO together.

Disclaimer: Suikoden is not mine.

The Great Easter Egg Hunt

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            "A-ha, found you!!!" Anita exclaimed. She searched among the bushes, trying to reach a bright blue Easter egg. "Grr…" The swordswoman grunted, getting down on her arms and knees and reaching further.

            "Milady!!" Miklotov rushed over Anita. "You should not be doing such a thing!!!"

            "Huh? Hey, let go of me, let go of me!!!" Anita screamed when Miklotov held her arms and pulled her on her feet.

            "Allow me," Miklotov bowed slightly and then crouched down on the ground. He reached in the bush and pulled out the egg.

            I guess it can't be helped, he is a Knight after all… Anita watched him, her lips curving into a slight smile. Not that I mind…

Miklotov stood up and offered her the egg. "Take it milady." He said, a very serious look on his face.

Eh?.. Anita felt the blood rush to her face… feeling her cheeks grow hot… I'm actually… blushing?..

"Is anything the matter, milady??" Miklotov asked worriedly. "Is the sun making you feel ill??"

"Ah, ah—no!!" Anita laughed nervously, feeling a bead of sweat slide down her throat. "Nothing at all!!! Aww, Mikky, you're so cute!!! You're always worried about other people!!!" She pinched his cheeks then turned and walked away, still laughing. Disappear, damn you!!! She resisted the urge to slap her own cheeks.

"I will carry your basket for you, it must be getting heavy." Miklotov said, trailing after her.

"Ah… oh… of course, okay!!!" Anita gave him the basket. "Ah, look there, it's Camus and Valeria!!! Darlings!!!" She waved excitedly.

"OUCH!!!" Camus pulled his arm away. His coat was torn and his flesh had several scratch marks.

"I told you it was a thorn bush." Valeria said flatly.

"Who would think of hiding eggs in a thorn bush, what a savage tactic." Camus grumbled. "What if it were children who wandered in here and tried to retrieve the Easter eggs??"

"Camus, even children have enough sense not to thrust their arms into a thorn bush." Valeria pointed out dryly.

"I feel insulted, you were insinuating that I have less intelligence than a child." Camus put on an injured face and looked up at her with wide hazel eyes (that miserably failed to look innocent, Valeria noted).

"I am sorry Camus," she said earnestly.

"For hurting my feelings?" Camus asked slyly, the corners of his mouth tugging up into that 'lady-killer smile' (to which Valeria was completely immune, by the way, but not without a great deal of focus).

"For forcing your head too hard." Valeria smirked. "Please don't strain yourself, you need not use big words such as 'insinuating' for my sake, I am quite used to dealing with youngsters and their talk… boy." She ruffled his hair and walked away, hips and egg basket swaying as she went. One point for me!!

Eheheheh… hahahahah… Camus' eyes narrowed. Ouch.

"What are you idling there for, Camus?" Miklotov demanded, motioning to Valeria. "You sit there whilst a lady goes without an escort, is that any proper way for a Knight to behave?"

"Don't be so hard on him I'm sure he was on his way to follow her," Anita said sweetly. "Right, Camus?"

Camus smiled, his teeth clenched so tightly they could just crack. "Of course, I was just about to do just that."

"Milady, shall I carry your basket for you?" Camus asked, panting slightly when he caught up with Valeria.

"Hmm?" Valeria regarded him doubtfully, trying to read what was behind his dazzling smile. "Take it then." She shoved the basket unceremoniously at him.

"Let's hurry up," Anita told Miklotov, tugging at his arm (which she had managed to link with hers). "We don't want to end up last, do we? I really wanted to let Valeria overcome her distaste for games, after all, she had been traumatized enough when she was a child. OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!"

Valeria glared at her rival. Camus stifled his laughter and Miklotov just shook his head.

"Hmph." Valeria walked towards the edge of the woods.

"Milady, I don't think we should venture this far." Camus said.

"Yes, look at this place!!!" Anita wrinkled her nose. "There might be poisonous spiders here!!!" She shuddered. "I hate poisonous spiders!!!"

"Don't be silly, there aren't any poisonous spiders here." Valeria snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE AREN'T ANY!!!" Anita wailed most uncharacteristically. "What do you call THESE then!!!" She poked at couple of spiderwebs.

"What's the matter with you, it's just a spider." Valeria was clearly at the end of her patience and just wanted spite somebody. She continued moving into the woods with Camus close behind.

"Ugh…" Anita groaned.

"We don't have to follow them milady, we can simply wait right here." Miklotov suggested.

"Hmm… right…" Anita purred.

Camus followed Valeria, more out of a sense of knightly duty than out of any real desire to follow her. She had after all, made it a point that she found him to be an annoying, juvenile flirt. I'll show you juvenile, you wait and see…

Valeria had stopped and quickly surveyed the area. She muttered something about other people brutally clearing the area of Easter Eggs and was about to go back to Anita and Miklotov but then Camus stopped her by taking her hand.

"Valeria…" Camus began.

Valeria scowled at him. "You will address me as Lady Valeria, or—"

Camus placed a finger over her lips. "Sssh…."

Valeria's eyes widened. My God, does he ever give up?? If I were like the helpless heroines in most romantic novels, I would start wailing my head off. As I am NOT, I would likely draw my sword and fend him off… right about now…

"Please do not make such a noise and any unnecessary movements…" Camus said seriously.

"Why?!" Valeria shot back a little too forcefully and crossed her arms over her chest, in an attempt to feel even a little less vulnerable. Her feminine intuition has struck out several warnings regarding her situation: being alone in a spider-infested wood with a red-blooded male [with so handsome a face that it should be outlawed] and her knees felt just a little shaky—but surely that was not brought about by the devilishly good-looking rogue's proximity. Right?

Camus leaned towards her, his deep voice caressing her ear. "Because… it might disturb them. You do not wish to provoke them, now do you?"

"Provoke who, what?" Valeria took a step back and turned a belligerent stare at him.

"Ssssnakessssssssss." Camus hissed as he made a sudden movement towards her. Surprised, Valeria jumped backward.

"Don't do that!!" She glared at him. "What do you mean snakes??! There aren't any snakes here!!"

"What is that by your feet then?" Camus observed.

"What thing—iyaaah!!!" Valeria shrieked and stumbled away from a couple of long, shiny black things on the ground… and fell right into Camus' waiting arms.

"Oh, don't be scared." Camus murmured in a patronizing tone.

"Let's leave, now!! What are you waiting for??!" Valeria cried, .

"Well… Actually milady… They aren't snakes." Camus grinned. "But pieces of a leather belt rather. My mistake."

"Don't. Ever. Scare Me. Like That. Again." Valeria growled in a dangerous tone. "And keep your over-excited hands to yourself."

"You say that," Camus said with a mock sigh. His brilliant hazel eyes were dancing. "But I can feel the pressure of your hands upon my back and your arms constricting my neck and chest—"

"Iyaah!!" Valeria screamed. [In a very cute way, Camus noted, she sounded just like a jumpy schoolgirl.] She pulled her arms off him immediately and pushed him away. Defnitely, her face must be as crimson as their uniforms. How embarrassing. I didn't know I would have unconscious urges to take advantage of such situations!!  She looked at the knight reproachfully; he was only smiling at her. She put a hand over her mouth. This is terrible!! Such a sinful, carnal, scarlet woman—

"Milady? Are you feeling well?" Camus inquired sweetly. He obviously enjoyed her discomfort. "Your face looks rather flushed."

"It's nothing." Valeria replied with as much dignity as she could muster.

"Perhaps I was of the correct judgment when I suggested that we not venture here, then?" Camus suggested.

"You know what? Fine." Valeria said evenly. "You were right. I was wrong. I hope the knight is happy." Valeria stalks out of the woods, following the tracks they made earlier.

True, Camus had been purposely trying Valeria's patience right from the beginning. But any bit of amusement from it fizzled just now. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Something told the knight that he had just crossed the swordwoman—seriously.

Author's Notes again: Umm… I just really luuuuuuuuuurve the Knights. ^^;;;;;;;;