A/N: Okay, I'm updating, I'm updating... sheesh... -.-
If there's anything out of the erm... ordinary with this chapter, it's because I forgot something... yeah... I got so caught up in updating that I ... haha... just let me know...
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Just Follow Your Heart
Chapter 6
"Uh, Lloyd had some marmalade on his face this morning, so I was just... er, cleaning it off," Zelos suggested. Beyond anyone's knowledge, he was dead scared of the angry father. (1)
"So, you were cleaning it off with your... tongue?" (1)
"Zelos, that was the stupidest..." The swordsman pushed him off, accidently shoving him onto the floor. The victim gave a loud, "Oomph!" as the angel took a double take.
"So, you... and you... were... uhh..." He was at a loss for words, so Yuan filled in.
"Doing the same thing that you and Anna used to do?"
"Quiet." He brought a hand over Yuan's head as he yelped a childish, "ow!"
"Look, Dad, I can explain..."
"No, marmalade is enough of an... idea for me..." he grunted.
"Wait, Kratos, that's... ew!" Lloydrose from the bed, luckily still wearing his shorts."We didn't mean it like that!" He finally noticed the expression on Kratos' face. It was an empty-eye look, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Dad..." he whispered, starting to hobble over.
"You don't have to explain yourself." He turned to leave when a hand tugged on his shoulder. He saw his son look at him with such pleading eyes, begging for at least a moment. Nodding, he walked silently to the bed and tossed the shirt to Lloyd, who caught it in half-surprise. "Dress yourself modestly and we'll talk." And he left Lloyd and the other two alone in the room, whom were both squirming in pain on the floor.
Just Follow Your Heart
"Dad, yo!" Turning his head around slightly, he noticed the teenager limping up behind him, as quick as he could.
"We'll go outside and talk alone," he said, somewhat coldly and quietly, leading him outside. When they felt distanced enough, they sat in an empty, grassy plain. "So, now would you care to explain what that was?"
"You mean, me... and Zelos?"
"Of course."
"Well... I mean, I..." He had come too unexpectantly, Lloyd had no speech or anything planned. So he might as well go out and say it. "Me and Zelos are lovers," he whispered. As the words spilled from his tongue, there seemed to be a slight change in Kratos' expression, but it still seemed stone-cold. Which left Lloyd with questions such as, "Is he ashamed? Is he disturbed? Is he angry? Is he... disgusted?"
"Of all people you could have picked in this world, you pick... Zelos?" As always, it was near-to-impossible to tell whether Kratos could have been upset or quizzical.
"I don't know what it is about him. I just... feel safe with him, that's all." His cheeks was burning a bright red as he pulled up his legs and buried his face in his knees. "Like, it's just nothing in particular that really draws me to him, just... him. I sound stupid, don't I?" He peered up at his father for a moment, as he watched his eyes give off some sort of emotion. Was it... sadness?
"Lloyd, I don't know what in the world has made your head so flustered. Although I think that this isn't right, if it makes you happy, then it's... all right." The last two words seemed to be inaudible, but they rang out just as clear.
"You mean it?" He finally lifted his head completely up. Kratos couldn't bring himself to say another word, and nodded instead. Before he knew what was going on, he was practically attacked by the twin swordsman.
"Lloyd, don't be so childish! You..."
"I thought you'd hate me because I fell in love with another man!" he sobbed. His son was sobbing? "I really didn't mean to, honestly! I..."
"Calm down, calm down..." he held his son in his arms, comforting him to the best of his ability. "I would never hate you. Why would you think that?"
"Because it'd be shameful. I know that loving someone of the same sex is wrong, but... I..."
"Shh, Lloyd. Just calm down... huh?" He couldn't help letting his remaining sentences fall, as he noticed a small figure hobbling towards them. "Hey, Lloyd..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any clue what a child may be doing out here?"
Popping his head up from Kratos shoulder, he sniffled before replying with a short and clueless, "Oh, that's Crystal."
"Crystal?" Lloyd couldn't see the angel's confusion written on his face.
"Yeah. One of Zelos' kids. I don't know where Lance got to though..."
"...Zelos? But, wait, I thought he was..." (2)
"Huh? What?"
"Nevermind, guess not," Kratos sighed. The two-year-old finally made it to where they were resting. "Want free?"
"Yeah, sure..." Their embrace was broken as a new one between Lloyd and "his child" were formed. "Hey, Crystal!"
Kratos cocked his head to himself as he noticed something. "Lloyd, why are you wincing?"
"Hm? Oh, my leg," he replied quickly. "I got injured from battle the other day." Kratos nodded. How could he talk about injury so casually? "So, Crystal, where have you been?" (3)
"Chasin' Lance." She blinked absent-mindedly, staring at Kratos, whom was giving her a look crossing between confusion, curiousity, and annoyance. "Hey, Daddy, who's that?" The angel jumped at the word, "Daddy."
"Oh, that would be... your Grandpa Aurion."
"My... Gwampa?" He nodded, and look at his own father, who must have been giving the most confused look you might have ever witnessed on his face. Without much fighting, the toddler shook herself free from her adoptive father, to walk feebly over to Kratos. "Gwampa?"
The look of confusion was emphasized, especially when she hugged him. Such small arms wrapped around his chest and small fingers tugging on his shirt reminded him of when Lloyd was that young, when he had Anna. The frown of confusion changed into a smile of faded memories as he held her in his arms. It's been so long since I've held a child... he thought. He woke from his daydream as the girl again struggled free and pointed into the distance.
"Daddy? Is that Lance chasin' a giant French toast guy and poodle?" The other two turned around, and watched as a (somehow) limping square and pink poodle were being pursued by the toddler form of Zelos.
"No," Grimacing slightly, he recalled from a few hours ago, "that's a Pop-tart."
A/N: Okay, look, I'm sorry I used the Pop-tart joke again. u.u; I'll try to not use it. Anyway, marked notes...
(1) It wasn't my idea, but I've been bribed with marmalade not to tell who came up with it. :stares at him/her: Wait, I don't like marmalade. o.o Wait, I've never had marmalade!...WHERE'S MY FRIGGIN MARMALADE!
(2) Yeah, I think he's actually a virgin. (Sticking to the real game and stuff.) And this is me caring. :blinks and continues to work:
(3) That's whatI forgot. I automatically had Lloyd running and prancing (okay, not prancing, you get the point) and I totally forgot about the injury. ...oops...
So Xeora, how was that for writing like the wind? XD I knew with a little effort, a little heart, a little faith, a little(?) lack of sleep, and a little comedy, I could finish the next installment! ...okay, that wasn't even cheezy, that was... stupid.
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