DISCLAIMER: Of course, I don't own Slayers, but if I did, I'd probably be rich:P

This is my first fanfiction. Flames, critique, comments are encouraged. Hey, can't get any better if I don't have reviews, right? This was going to be a series of a particularly bad day for Lina, though I just haven't thought of who my next victim is.. It still might become a series if you like the first part of it.

Lina lay stretched out on her bed, thinking over the day's events. After a particularly good raid on a bandit camp, she and her three companions had ended up in an inn, of course. Once they had eaten the innkeeper's kitchen bar, they had split up and explored the village.

After noting the decorations of multi-colored paper hearts, little cupids with arrows, and tons of chocolate, Lina had hightailed it back to the inn. She hadn't ever really liked Valentine's Day, and this town was definitely taking it too far. First thing in the morning, she was going to round up her companions and leave this love nest for good. With that last thought going through her mind, she quickly fell asleep.

A loud knock woke Lina from her slumber. With a sigh, she pushed herself from the bed and groggily went to answer the door, fully intending to blast the unwanted visitor to oblivion with a fireball.

"Gourry!"

At least Lina thought it was Gourry, all she could see was the top of his head. The tall, blonde swordsman was carrying a huge heart-shaped box almost as big as he was. And to make matter's worse, in curvy white letters, the box exclaimed "Be My Valentine!"

"Here, Lina, this is for you," came the muffled voice from behind the heart. It was definitely Gourry.

Lina gave a shout of frustration and slammed the door shut, "Get out of here, Gourry, and take that thing with you."

"But, Lina, it's chocolate!"

"I don't care, take it away"

Gourry scratched his head and looked at the heart in confusion, "I've never known Lina to turn down food." He snapped his finger, "I know! She must not like chocolate!"

Lina sighed and looked around her room. What a bad way to start the morning.