Once again; I do not own Drakengard. Nor anything else really. It's called Fanfiction for a reason, ya'know.


"What's wrong with you?" Inuart mumbled at the end of the game. This user was the dumbest he'd ever seen. Caim had died thirty times already! After the first five the mocking kinda lost it's point and he just pitied Caim that he was stuck with this crappy user. But atleast he wasn't an Inuart stuck with a Caim with a good player.

The Caim shot him a dirty look and muttered something darkly.

Inuart took a double take. "WHAT?"

Not noticing he had gotten the looks of several other characters including two said ones. "Shut up!" Caim hissed and hit Inuart upside the head. The red head squawked and fell over and lay stunned for a few moments. As the curiosity passed from the others, Inuart slowly picked himself up and looked over at Caim again, slightly pale.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Caim only rolled his eyes as he said dryly. "Be happy you're the 'Idiot', no one makes fanfictions of the Idiot."

Inuart shot him a hurt look, but Caim ignored it. "You'd be amazed how this twit pairs us up. My dragon with yours, Furiae with ..." Caim paled himself and shuddered. "What did I do to give them that idea?"

"They're fangirls. They are rabid, they have no sense."

".... true." Mused Caim as he turned and looked pointedly at something far off, ignoring how several of his soldiers and a few of the red eyed ones were now in a deep game of ... jump rope... "Even Seere with Arioch."

Inuart paused at this. Then carefully chose his words. "Isn't that.... wrong?"

"On so many levels." Caim agreed as he leaned against one of the tree's scattered about the area and sighed while crossing his arms. "Let's not spoil their innocence."

"For once, I'll take your advice." Inuart stated, and recived a snort from Caim.

And the two friends waited the rest of the time for the player to return in a comfortable silence between two old friends.