Author's Notes: Since I'm still awake, I decided to type this up and post it. Enjoy
Courage…
It's the key to success
A substance of what we are
How it got there, no one's certain
But a heart's in the clouds.
3 day's left; he had only 3 days left until his birthday. Birthdays are days when you're supposed to be happy.
"Why is he so sad?" Alvis asked.
"Because … well you won't understand." Said Clause.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, it's none of our business." Added Lavie, who was polishing the hood ornament of the vanship.
Alvis let out a sigh. She did not like to see anyone sad –especially on their birthday.
"I don't care, I want to help." She muttered under her breath.
"But how?"
Suddenly, she got an idea.
"I know what to give Dio!" She thought.
Happily, she ran out of the lower hanger, and made her way to the kitchen; however, she accidentally knocked into a crewmember, which happened to be carrying a heavy box; he almost dropped it.
"Mr. Cook!"
"Hey little girl, what's up?"
He wasn't doing anything today; sitting there, listening to the radio, smoking a cigarette.
"I want to make a cake for Dio. His birthday is in 3 days, and he's sad." She explained.
"Oh really? Well, let's see what we can do." He said. He put out his cigarette, and the two got to work.
Hours later, not considering the fact that Alvis had accidentally spilled flower all over her head, and the front of her dress, the cake was finally ready. It was a yellow cake with white icing with chocolate sprinkles.
"Looks good don't you think?" The cook asked.
"Yes, and thank you."
"No problem; let me know if he liked it."
Alvis nodded, and carefully walked off. Gingerly balancing the cake in her hands, she headed towards Dio and Luciola's room.
"This will make him happy, I'm sure of it!" She said to herself confidentially.
Luckily, she caught them leaving their room, and just in time.
"DIO!" She called.
Dio and Luciola turned to see Alvis running towards them, unfortunately she tripped on her boot, and down she went, cake nicely on her head.
"Oh no!" She cried. Now she was sad.
She started to cry; Dio laughed.
"What's so funny?" She asked between tears.
Dio knelt down and helped himself to the icing on what was left of the cake, and smiled.
"Delicious Alvis."
He removed the cake mess from atop her head (which was still intact surprisingly), and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket.
"You did this for me?" He asked.
"Happy Birthday." She said softly.
Dio was touched. His birth week was 2 days away, and not only has he been more than down, but terrified of it. Seeing this caring act done to him warmed his heart.
"Thank you Alvis." He said, giving her a hug.
"You made this stressful week, much better." He helped her get to her feet, and brushed off some of the flour that was on her shoulder.
Watching the two leave her, she noticed something odd.
He still seemed sad. Was all this a façade?
"Poor Dio." She thought. She walked away from their room, and made her way back to the hanger.
"Hey Al, where ya been?" Lavie asked.
"No where special, I just had to give something to a friend."