A/N: Thanks to ya guys for the reviews! Not like this has anything to do with the fic, but I recently got a flame for Happy Birthday Sheba!. I think I forgot to mention what happens with flames. Do you know?

They go in the Hall of Flame! (currently located in ShimaGenki's profile.) I'm going to move them to Nee Oikakete (my website), and I might even to do a dA art for them. So, yes, I'm making projects out of flamers' patheticness. Thanks for flaming! Come again soon! (And besides, flaming something only makes it look better, because it boosts the review count, ne?)

About this fanfic... well, I don't know how long it'll be. It could be... three chapters. It could be... ten. ...I've never reached ten... so I don't think so. n.n;

Disclaimer: ShimaGenki doesn't own Tales of Symphonia. I mean, come on. I'm not smart enough to make my own plots, let alone THAT.

...HAVE A NICE DAY!.:throws a clam at your skull:

Touched by an Angel

Chapter 2

Another day gone by of lazily lying in his bed. How much longer was this going to be? It had only been a week, but already the Tethe'allan angel grew sick of waiting. Of course, this could be expected from anyone who had no feeling and had no ability to sleep away the dull days.

But there was a good point to this. Only one, but one is better than none. His name was Kratos.

He wondered how he had becomed attached to the angel of four-thousand years of age and counting. Maybe he had admired his wit: the day that the both of them were to report back to Derris Kharlan, they had avoided severe punishment and/or lectures because of Kratos' story of how girls had secretly snuck into the "ever-so-popular" Chosen's room and attacked them, because they thought Kratos was good-looking as well. Further more, the way the tale was spun was believable, which was a very talented gift to have when dealing with the tempermental angel.

Or, perhaps, it had been that the brunette went to visit about everyday. He missed one, on the account of the angels somehow started a fire in Derris Kharlan. It had been an interesting tale he had come to tell to the bored Chosen the following morning. There had been a smile on his face from the very beginning... or maybe that had already been there because Kratos had come back for him?

He looked back to the windowsill, who had his visitor sitting on it. "Chosen, are you ready to get your humanity back?" The redhead nodded with sheer excitement. "All right then. But let me warn you, you'll feel more than you'll want to."

He walked over to the side of the bed, who had Zelos sitting up over the edge, eagerly awaiting for the feeling in his nerves to come back. Sighing slightly, a purple-gloved hand touched the bare shoulder. There was a gold glow, but Zelos had no time to look at it, as there was a pain tearing through his entire body once more. It ripped in his limbs fiercly, and he could feel his heartbeat pounding like a drum in his skull. His mind screamed, and soon his voice bounced off the walls. A limb wrapped around his back for support, and his face dug into a kind chest, muffling the sound. Soon, there was mercy, and for the first time in days, his entire body tired.

"Chosen?" There was no reply except for an exhausted sigh. "Are you all right?" He hummed a yes, and then rolled his head in the space between the angel's chin and shoulder. Surprised, Kratos readjusted himself to hold the Chosen. The gentle breathing had calmed Zelos, and he had fallen asleep.

"Now that you're awake, I'd like to propose something."

"What is it?" The Tethe'allan royal slurred. "Would you like to marry me or sum'in?"

The man had the best eyebrow raised expression on his face. Ignoring the stupid question, he replied, "How about we join forces to stop Mith-- I mean, Yggdrasill?"

"Say what?" Now curious, Zelos popped his head up and looked at the older. "You're planning to betray him?"

"Yes, I was. If you continue as a spy for Cruxis, you can save the Chosen of Sylvarant's group when need be. That is, if you happen to be a decent actor."

"So, let me get this right." His blue eyes squinted as he continued to talk. "You're saying, abandon Yggdrasill's mission to save Martel, and instead, save your son and his buds and help them to combine the worlds?"

"That would be the plan, Zelos." Now that was a surprise. That was the first time that he had been address by his actual birth-given name by a member of Cruxis. After that, how could he say no? Or, was that Kratos second plan? Whatever. That didn't matter.

"I'm... in." He stuck up a hand lazily in the confused angel's face. "Shake it." He did as he was told, feeling somewhat embarrassed to be commanded around by an inferior. "But pull anything funny, and I'll let the cat outta the bag."

"All right..." His voice had dripped with sarcasm. "Well, I believe I must be going now." He unclawed the redhead from his jacket. He turned to leave, but stopped in place. A whimper? Turning his head slowly, he saw Zelos looking away sadly. "You want me to stay again?"

"What?" He whipped around, trying to put a clever grin on his face. "You said something?"

"But you..." Confused, Kratos shook his head. "Never mind. You are to report to Derris Kharlan tomorrow morning. Do not forget." His spread his wings and flew out the window. Zelos chuckled away his slight sorrow, as he said his mental observation out loud.

"He flew out the window like the tooth fairy."

The next morning, Zelos went to Derris Kharlan as told. (For once.) Besides, he was hoping to bump into the brunette once more, for guidance on the situation, of course. Straight to Yggdrasill. Oh, the joy.

"Chosen. You are late."

"By three minutes!"

"Three minutes and fourty-five seconds."

"Okay, then. Whatever."

"Do not speak to me with such disobedience!" Zelos' original reply was tamed was a huff, and he looked in an opposing direction. "Any matter, Lloyd and his crew are approaching Tethe'alla at a moderate fast pace. You do remember what you are supposed to do, correct?"

"When they get arrested, join their forces... blah blah blah blah blaahhh."

The blonde let out a sigh. "Do not fail me, Chosen. You are dismissed." In sarcasm, Zelos turned on his heel and walked straight out the door, very similar to a soldier. Personally, he was tired of this whole Martel ordeal, and whole-heartedly sided with Kratos. But maybe there was more reason to that? Naw...

A/N: I know I was told to make the chapters longer, but there's really not much more to this chapter. My style has always been short chapters, because it's easier to read and move on to the next fic. I'm striving to write more at a time, but at the moment, there's not much more to say about this part...