A/N: Here me is with another chapter! I have so many idea's for this fic. I have no clue where it's going to go..hopefully some place good! Well, thanks to you that reviewed! Here's chapter six!

Disclaimer: Do I look rich to you? Well, you can't see me, but I'm not. So, I don't own ToS.

Chapter 6: Game Day

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Two days after what Presea liked to refer to as the 'pool incident', the pink-haired woman made her way down the stairs and into the sitting room, assuming that nobody else was awake. It was just past seven-thirty in the morning, so she was still clad in her pajamas. The only thing that she had bothered doing was combing her hair and brushing her teeth. But as she walked into the kitchen, she wished she had done more.

Standing before her, lounging against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee, was Regal. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and white t-shirt, and his hair was combed back neatly. Presea noticed a light pine scent wafting through the air, so she assumed that he had shaved, and his alert demeanor suggested that he had been up for a while.

She suddeny felt self-conscious in her blue-plaid pajama pants and her favorite t-shirt- which was two sizes to big and had a couple of tiny holes in it. She took a tentative step inside the kitchen, silently cursing herself for packing such a disgraceful shirt.

Regal heard her enter, and lifted his head. "Good morning, Presea," he greeted with a smile

"Good morning," she replied softly, moving past him and to the coffee pot. As she poured herself a cup of the dark liquid, she added, "You're up early."

"I'm usually up and about sooner. I choose to sleep in this morning."

Presea nodded her head, wondering what an early start meant for Regal. Her definition of sleeping in meant getting up and eleven in the morning, maybe even noon. "This is good coffee," she complimented, trying to break the silence that had been cast over them.

"I'm sorry, would you like some breakfast?" he queried, having completely forgotten all of his manners as soon as she had walked into his kichen.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." Presea held the mug of hot coffee between her hands, sipping it's content periodically and chancing glances at Regal every moment or so. She hadn't seen him in anything but a suit for such a long time, it was odd to see him in regular clothing.

"Is...there something the matter?"

Presea felt herself flush, realizing to late that she hadn't been as secretive about her glances as she had thought. "No...It's just that you're not in your bussiness attire. She turned her gaze to the coffee cup and left it there. "It caught me off-guard, is all."

"I see," Regal said, a hint of relief in his voice. He scooted down the counter, stopping when he stood by Presea's side. "I must admit, you caught me off-guard as well, being in your evening attire. And such becoming pajamas at that," he added in good humor, reaching out and flicking the short sleeve.

Presea moved to refil her cup, knowing that her face was as red as Zelos' hair. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be up," she replied, trying to keep her voice devoid of emotion.

Regal moved in front of her, giving Presea little choice in meeting his gaze. "You look fine, Presea," he told her, moving his hand to her shoulder. "Just fine." Instead of removing his hand, he gave her shoulder a small rub. Instantly, he remembered why they hadn't been alone in the same room since Friday. The look in Presea's eyes told him that she knew it, too, but to Regal's surprise, she stayed put.

"Regal," Presea began softly, bringing herself to meet- and hold- his gaze, "I-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a blur of red and black went whizzing past the couple, stopping in it's tracks when it noticed the pair.

"I'm I interrupting something? Again?" The ex-Choosen of Tethe'alla queried, a grin spreading across his handsome face.

"We wer-" Presea began, but was again she was interrupted as a very angry looking summoner appeared in the door way.

"Zelos," the young woman began rather calmly. "Give it back." Her black hair was in disarray and her knee-lengthed night gown was quite rumpled, but what really caught Zelos' attention was her eyes. Her dark drown eyes were filled with an anger that made Zelos wonder why he had agreed to Lloyd's stupid dare.

"I said give it back," Sheena repeated, her hand's braced against the door frame.

"Why, Sheena, I don't know what you're talking about," Zelos replied, folding his hands behind his back.

"Give it back," she said again, battling her emotions and trying to keep calm. She was slowly losing. "Now."

"As I said before, my dear, I have no clue what you are talking about."

"Oh, Zelos! Give me back my bra!"

"Oh, do you mean this bra?" Zelos feigned ignorance as he pulled out a silky blue bra from behind his back, complete with lace and a small bow in the middle.

Without making a sound, the angry summoner lunged at the man, missing by a hair. Zelos took off, heading towards dining, the bra still clutched in his hand.

"Zelos! Get back here!" Sheena yelled angrily, running after the red-head in hot pursuit.

Regal and Presea shared a nervous glance and ran after the pair. They followed them into the living room, where Zelos was standing behind the couch, using it as a barrier between himself and Sheena.

"Give it back," Sheena growled threw clenched teeth, her fiery gaze locked onto to Zelos.

"Now, now, Sheena. Calm down," said Zelos, his hands, with the bra in one, up in the air. "It was just a joke. Like, ha ha," he added with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, Zelos!" She scrambled around the couch, once again in hot pursuit.

Zelos, not really paying any attention to his surrounding, turned to flee and ran straight into the loveseat, resulting in Sheena catching up with him and tossing him down onto the plush seat.

"Now, give it back!" she cried, straddling Zelos and seizing his hands.

"What is going on?" Raine demanded, taking the stairs two-by-two. Genis, Lloyd, and Colette followed her, and soon all four were at the bottom of the stairs. "What is all the yelling about?"

"Zelos stole my bra!"

"I didn't steal it! I borrowed it!" Zelos declared from beneath Sheena. "And it wasn't my idea to begin with! It was Lloyd's!"

"Lloyd's idea?" Colette echoed, turning to look at her boyfriend with a look of confusement.

"Well, I thought it would be funny," Lloyd defended himslef. "And I was right! It is!"

"Lloyd! You told him too!" Sheena asked, staring at her friend in bafflement.

"Yeah," Lloyd replied sheepishly. "I'm sorry Sheena. I just wanted to watch you pummel him."

"Hey!" Zelos cried. What was he? Sheena's punching bag?

"Lloyd, I'm disappointed in you," Raine sighed.

"I'm sorry Professor."

"Then don't let it happen again!" With that being said, Raine smacked her pupil upside the head.

"Okay, so you told Zelos to take my bra," Sheen began, pointing to Lloyd, who was rubbing his sore head, "and you did it?" she concluded, now pointing at Zelos, who was still beneath her.

Both men nodded their heads, so Sheena jumped off of Zelos, snatching her bra on one hand and slapping him with other. She then walked over to Lloyd and added another slap beside Raine's.

"Owww!" both men cried, one rubbing his face while the other one rubbed his head.

"Now that that's taken care of," Sheena started, brushing off her hands," what are we going to do today?"

"I believe the game is today..." Regal replied, surveying the scence before him in amusement. He had forgotten what chaos it was having his friends around.

"Yeah, so we need junk food," Zelos said, standing from the couch. He dusted himself off, smoothing out his black muscle shirt and matching pants. "So we need to go shopping," he added, moving a hand to cradle his face.

"Then I suggest we all get dressed and ready to go," Regal stated.

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Presea walked down the aisle of the local grocery store, pushing the shopping cart. She, Colette, and Sheena were in charge of buying snack food, while the guys were off buying actual food. Raine and Genis had opted to stay at the house, tidying it up after today's earlier escapade.

"Can you believe that pervert?" Sheena fumed, thowing a couple of boxes of buttered popcorn into the cart. She had traded in her nightgown for a pair of black tights and long, pink, sleeveless like tunic.

"I'm sure he only meant it as joke. Besides, it could have been worse," Presea told her, moving out of that aisle and down another one.

"How so?"

Presea stopped, smoothing out her blue shirt and matching skirt as she pondered the question. "Well..."

"He could have taken your underwear," Colette supplied, adding a few bags of potatoe chips to the cart. The young girl wore a gray, three-quarter lengthed sleeved sweater and a pair of blue capris.

Sheena scoffed. "I guess that's slightly worse." She tossed some chip dip into the cart. "I just can't believe that Lloyd and Regal saw my bra, you know? And Genis! He just a kid!"

"Cheer up," Colette said, throwing an arm around her friend. "It's not like they've never seen your undergarments before."

"He used to take them during the journey," Presea added, seeing the baffled expression on the ninja's face.

Uhh!" huffed Sheena. "He is such a pervert! Why do I like him?" Sheena threw her arms up in the air. "Why?"

"Every single women in the land likes Zelos. No woman can resist his charm."

"You and Colette sure seem to be immune," Sheena muttered.

"That's because I have Lloyd and Presea has Re-"

"Don't even say it," Presea interrupted Colette. She moved to the beverage aisle and grabbed some liters of pop. "I don't want to hear it."

"Regal," Colette whispered to Sheena, earning a grin from the summoner and a glare from Presea. "Besides, you should feel special."

"Why? Because he grabs my bras and not yours?"

"No. Because out of the hundred of women that like him, he only likes you," Colette answered, her tone nonchalant.

"What planet do you live on? He doesn't like me! He's in love with all of his 'hunnies," Sheena scoffed, the last word said with disgust.

"Do you honestly believe that?" Presea queried, an idea forming in her mind.

"Yes. I do," Sheena replied stubbornly.

"In that case, I challenge you to a bet."

"A bet?"

"Yes. I wager that you'll be with Zelos by the end of this vacation."

"What? Are we in high school?"

"Are you afraid? There's a 50-50 probabilty either way." Presea moved to check the cart, making sure they had everything they needed. "But, if your afraid..."

"How much?" Sheena said suddenly, her competitive side getting the better of her.

"Twenty gald."

"Fine. I wouldn't mind being twenty gald richer."

"Well, well, I never would have pictured you as a betting girl."

The group of women stopped in their tracks at the deep voice behind them, each one whirling around.

"Mr. Calabren?" Presea recongnized the man standing before her, even though he was clad in a dress shirt and jeans instead of the suit she had last seen him in.

"Please, Presea, call me Duke," the young man replied.

"You remember my name," Presea stated, surprised.

"It's hard not to remember such a beautiful name. Especially when the bearer of the name is so breath-takingly beautiful herself."

Colette and Sheena shared a look. This man was good-looking, but he might want to work on his lines. Flatery could only go so far.

Presea felt herself flush. "Thank you, but we really must be going. We have a deadline we must meet."

"I understand," Duke said, "But before you go, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Would you like to have dinner with me this Tuesday evening?"

Presea faltered. He seemed like a nice man today, but she couldn't help but to remember how he had made her feel at the office. As though she was just a piece of eye-candy. "I- I don't think it would be wise. Your a bussiness associate of Regal's."

"I'm not asking Regal to dinner. I'm asking you," he said lightly, a smile on his lips.

"But I work for Regal, for the Lezereno company. I thank you for the invitation-"

"Before you answer, I'll have you know that I won't accept anything but a yes."

Presea studied the man before her, wondering if it would be a wise decision to accept his offer. It was only dinner, and she hadn't been on a date in...well, in a long time. But what about Regal? They had seemed to be getting closer...But surely it was just her imagination. She had been acting childish. There was nothing between herself and Regal.

"I-I suppose dinner would be all right," she said softly.

After arrangements were made and Duke went on his way, Presea continued on her way to meet the guys. Though as she walked through the store, listening to Sheena's and Colette's questions, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that she had made the wrong decision.

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"You know, I figured Sheena would hit us more than she did," Lloyd said, throwing some hot dog and hamburger buns in the shopping cart.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into stealing her bra," Zelos replied. "You know, she was awake when I took it from the drawer."

Regal chuckled, adding some condiments to the cart. "I'm shocked that she did not murder you then."

"She tried. Thankfully, she got tangled in the sheets."

"Yeah, well, you were the one that wanted to know what her bra size was, not me," Lloyd reminded Zelos.

"I was right, too," Zelos said with a smile. "It's a 36 C."

"How do can you tell?" Lloyd wondered aloud, picking up some packets of hot dogs. He rolled up the sleeves of his red shirt. "I mean, all those letters are so confusing."

"Well," Zelos began, puffing out his chest and folding his arms across his black shirt. "I-"

"Never mind," Lloyd added, deciding that he didn't want to hear about Zelos' escapades.

"Your loss," the red-head said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Now Regal," he turned to the man with a mischievous grin," was I interrupting something in the kitchen this morning? Again?"

"What? Were and Presea at it again?" Lloyd chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as well.

"We were only talking," Regal replied calmly, inspecting a package of hamburger.

"Riiight," Zelos prodded, dragging out the word. "Like you were 'only talking' in the pool?"

"We did not do anything in the pool," Regal said, muttering under his breath, "No thanks to you."

Zelos and Lloyd started laughing and Zelos walked up behind Regal, throwing his arm around his shoulder. "Hey, if I'd known you were going to put your moves on Presea, then I would have never came out to join you in the pool," Zelos told Regal.

Regal, still holding the package of hamburger, resisted the urge to throw it at his friend. "I was not 'putting my moves' on her, I was merely teaching her how to float."

"And were you also planning on teaching her how to kiss? 'Cause that's sure what it looked like was about to happen to me," Zelos said, his smile growing wider.

"I-"

"Regal!"

Hearing his name called, Regal turned to see his newest client, Duke Calabren, coming towards him.

"Regal," Duke repeated, reaching the trio and offering Regal his hand. "I went to the office today, but your receptionist told me that you were on vacation."

"Yes. My friends arrived a couple days ago." Regal shook the offered hand, wondering why Duke had went to his office yesterday. They weren't supposed to meet again for another two weeks.

"I know. I already talked to Presea."

"Oh?" Regal arched an eyebrow, his curiosity peaked.

"Yes. And, I must say, I was rather surprised when she accepted my offer for dinner."

"She did what?"

Lloyd and Zelos shared a surprised glance, watching as Regal's face registered every form of shock. "Uh-oh," they muttered in unison.

"Dinner? When?"

"My, aren't you the over-protective boss?" Duke said lightly. "This Tuesday. But I didn't come to talk about that. I came to discuss Thoda Island."

Regal stood behind the cart, grasping it as though it was a life support. She had agreed to have dinner with Duke? But, what about himelf? Had they not shared a tender moment just this morning? Perhaps his imagination was playing tricks on him...

"Regal? About Thoda Island...?"

"I would like to discuss the matter with you, but not here. Meet me at my office tomorrow morning," Regal said, pulling himself away from his thoughs.

As Regal and Duke set up a meeting time, Lloyd and Zelos shared another look. They could plainly see that Regal was upset by the news Duke had delivered, but the question that was on both of their minds was: what was he going to do about it?

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"Yes!" The cry ricocheted of the walls of the basement, which was where the gang was currently located. "That's how it's done!" Zelos added enthusiastically.

Regal groaned as she watched the Meltokio Knights make a touch down. "Lucky shot."

"Heh. My teams gonna win."

"What did I miss?" Presea asked, running down the stairs balancing two bowls of popcorn and three cups of pop.

Regal jumped to his feet, meeting her at the bottom of the stairs and relieving her of some of the load she carried. She offered him a smile of gratitude as she took a seat in front of the couch.

"The gray and white team got a point," Colette said, popping a potato chip into her mouth.

"It's called a touchdown, Colette," Lloyd corrected her.

"Yeah, touchdown," the blond said, crunching on another chip.

"Lucky shot," Presea scoffed.

"My words exactly." Regal lowered himself onto the floor next to her. "The Flanoir Snowbeasts will surely prevail victorious," he added, reaching over and grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Presea's lap.

"I just can't grasp the concept of football," Raine sighed, staring at the T.V. intently. "It makes no sense to me."

"It's not a difficult subject, Sis. I can see Lloyd not getting it, but not you."

"Hey, Genis! Shut it!"

"I don't really understand it, either, Professor," Colette said. "But if Lloyd likes it, then so do I."

"You'd jump of a cliff if Lloyd told you to, wouldn't you?" Sheena teased.

Colette playfully pushed Sheena, and leaned back into Lloyds chest. "No," she giggled.

Lloyd wrapped his arms around the young blond shoulder's and kissed her on top of the head. "Pass the popcorn, someone."

"Here," Zelos said, never taking his off of the huge television. "No, no, no!"

"Yes!" Regal and Presea yelled as the Snowbeasts scored. "Touch down!"

"Crap," Zelos moaned, leaning back into the couch. "Now the score's 21-21."

Sheena leaned back into the couch as well. "Man, how could the Knights let that happen?"

"It's half-time," Genis announced, watching as two mascots emerged onto the playing field. One was dressed as a knight, equipped with armor and a fake spear, and the other was decked out as an abominable snowman, white shaggy fur and all.

"Well, we all know that the Meltokio Knights are gonna win," Lloyd declared, grabbing a hot dog from the table in front of him.

"I like the Snowbeasts. Look at their cute mascot!" Colette said cheerfully.

Genis rolled his eye's. "Football is not cute, Colette."

"Yes it is! Look at how fluffy the Snowbeast is!" the young blond argued back.

As the angel and the wizard boy continued to argue, Zelos turned to Sheena. "We're outta popcorn," he mentioned, staring at the ninja expectantly.

"What? Do I look like one of those 'hunnies' that wait on you hand and foot?"

"Well..."

"I'll retrieve some more popcorn," Presea said, standing from the floor. She started up the stairs, deciding that it was better to play maid than to hear those two get into another arguement.

"Could you get some more chips?"

"Yes, Colette."

"And some salsa?" Sheena called after her.

"Do I appear to have two pairs of arms?" Presea demanded, stopping half way up the stairs.

"I'll join you," Regal volunteered.

"Grab some hamburgers," Lloyd yelled after the couple, though they had already reached the top of the stairs.

Presea moved about the kitchen, grabbing two packages of popcorn and placing them to the microwave. She had grown accustomed to the kitchen, and she already knew where everything was located. "It is a good thing that we bought two boxes of this stuff."

"Yes," Regal nodded, placing some chip and dip on a platter. He looked over at the woman working beside him, once again wondering why she had agreed to dine with Duke. Before he could stop himself, he found himself asking the question aloud. "Why did you agree to dine with Duke?

Presea halted in her task of preparing the hamburgers Lloyd had asked for and turned to Regal with a look of surprise. "You're aware of that?"

"I am."

Presea faltered, not sure how to reply. She didn't honestly know why she had agreed. She felt no attraction towards the man what-so-ever. However, the one thought that crossed her mind at the moment was the same thing had pushed her into accepting the offer in the first place. "I felt obligated."

"Obligated?"

"Yes. I felt that if I did not accept, then Duke might become upset and pull out of the company." Presea busied herself with finishing the sandwiches. She had told the truth. Duke had told her that he wouldn't accept anything but a yes, so Presea had assumed that a no would ensure the downfall of the Thoda file.

"I see." Regal was silent, pondering over the answer he had just recieved. Presea's prediction could very well happen, and Duke was a very important client. He was bringing a large sum to the company. Besides, what was a little dinner? And even more so, why was Presea's personal life any of his bussiness? He had had no right in asking that question.

Presea continued putting the finishing touched on the hamburgers, her mind reeling. Why had Regal cared about her dinner date with Mr. Calabren? Did he perhaps truly have feelings for her? She was just starting to build up hope when Regal's voice interrupted her.

"Forgive me, Presea, for asking such a question. It is none of bussiness what you do in with your personal time."

Presea turned to face him once again, and the look in her eyes plainly told him that he had just said the wrong thing. "It's quite all right, I assure you. But I believe the game is back on, so..." she brushed past him, carrying the plate of hamburgers and a bowl of popcorn.

Regal grabbed the remaining bowl of popcorn and the platter of chips, starting after Presea. As he followed her down the stairs, he couldn't help but recall the hurt look in her beautiful eyes and wish that he could turn back time and take back the words he had just uttered.

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"I can't believe the Knights lost," complained Zelos, propping his legs on the coffee table. "I mean, they started out so far ahead."

"Overconfidence results in carelessness," Presea reminded him.

"Yeah, well, I still can't believe they lost. And to the Snowbeast! Come on! That team's a disgrace to football!" Zelos declared, earning playful glares from Regal and Presea, who both supported that team.

"For once, I gotta agree with Zelos." Sheena offered the red-head a rare smile in his direction. "Well, I think I'm gonna turn in, guys," she said, deciding to join Genis and Raine in slumber-land.

A chorus of 'good nights' followed her as she walked toward the doorway, but Zelos' really caught her attention.

"Sweet dreams, Sheena."

It wasn't the words that startled her, but the sincerity within them that caused her heart to pickup speed. "Night, Zelos," she called softly over her shoulder. Then she disappeared from view.

"I'm going to bed, too," Colette declared, jumping up from Lloyd's lap.

"Night," Lloyd told, kissing her gently on the lips, causing the young angel to blush furiously.

"Good night," murmered Colette, exiting the family room.

"I'm gonna call it a night, as well," Zelos announced, also preparing to exit the family room. "You coming, Lloyd?"

"Naw. I think I'll finish watching this sappy movie," he answered, turning his attention to the T.V.-which was really just on for the noise.

"You look beat," Zelos said, trying to convey the silent message of 'leave-them-alone-so-Regal-can-work-his-stuff.'

Lloyd, after giving Zelos a look that suggested that he was a complete idiot, finally picked up on the hint. "You know, on second though, I am tired. Night you two."

As the two men exited the room, Presea stood and followed them, telling Regal that she would be back in a moment. True to her word, Presea returned a couple of minutes later, wearing the pajamas she had been in this morning and carrying a thick book with her.

"Bedtime story," she told Regal with smile, stretching out on the couch.

"That's quite a bedtime story," Regal commented, noticing the thickness of the book as he moved from his position in a chair to the floor in front of the couch. " 'Haunting's of Tethe'alla'?"

Presea nodded her head. "It's a very interesting book. Did you know there is a ghost rumored to be roaming around the Grand Bridge?"

"Really?" Regal queried, knowing that she was refering to the Grand Tethe'alla Bridge. The 'Tethe'alla' part had been dropped since the reconnnecting of the two worlds.

"Yes. It supposedly a young woman who was fleeing from an abusive husband. She and her young child were being pursued by the man, so she jumped into the water below, determined not to die by his hand."

"Really?" Regal repeated, and Presea could see that she had his attention.

"Yes. And the reason her ghost walks the bridge is because she cannot find her baby. Divers eventually recovered her body, but never her child's. So she walks the bridge eternally, calling out the name of her child, never to recieve an answer."

"That is...depressing. What else is descibed in that book?"

For the next two hours, Presea read the stories from her book aloud, and Regal listened intently. Every so often the pair would discuss what she had just read, and try to determine if was true or false. The sappy movie that had been on for noise was now long over and infomercials took it's place. The lightning was now just the two table lamps instead of the over head light, and the couple was now sitting side-by-side on the couch, a mug of tea in each of their hands.

"...and so, it's up to you to decide if the the Lady in White truly exists or not," Presea concluded the sentence she was reading, and took a sip of the herbal tea she held in her right hand.

"We should travel to this 'Haunted Manor' and see if we feel any 'vibes'."

Presea turned to stare at her employer. "Are you serious?"

"Why not? It might be exciting." Regal took a swig of his tea, his bright blue eys alive with amusement.

"Regal, there might be a ghost there!"

He chuckled at her serious expression. "We've faced ghosts before."

"True, but these aren't physical ghosts. They're transparent. How can we kill something that we can't touch?"

Regal's chuckles turned to full-fledged laughter. "They're already dead, Presea."

Presea joined him in his laughter. "You have a point." She flipped through the book, searching for another story. As she was doing so, she realized how much she was enjoying herself. She felt so comfortable with Regal, yet there was also something between them...something electric. And she could no longer ignore it.

Regal studied the woman sitting next to him, all thoughts of her and Duke dining out of his mind. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he decided that he would let nothing ruin the night.

"Ah! Here's something," Presea said, breaking the silence. "In the darkest of nights, one might..." she trailed off, stifling a yawn. "I'm sorry, where was I?"

"I'm sorry, Presea," Regal began, placing his hand over her's, "I have kept you up well past midnight."

"Oh, no," Presea protested, relishing the warmth the spread from his hand to her's. "It's not your fault. I'm having a very nice time."

"As am I," Regal agreed with a smile. "But it is past two in the morning. You are welcome to turn in."

Presea turned to look at Regal, seeing a question in his eyes that he did not dare ask, but couldn't keep hidden. "It's all right," she spoke, holding his gaze. "I...I don't want to leave."

In return, Regal held Presea's gaze, searching her pale blue eyes, hoping beyond hope that her words were not a lie. "Good," he said softly, giving in to the urges he had been haboring for a long while and pressing his lips to her's.

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Time to reply to my great reviewers...

Tas: I think this one is even longer. Glad you liked the last chapter!

Midnight Moon10: Well, you probably don't like this chapter then. Hehe. But, other that that, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

WhitterZ: Do you think they understand their true feelings now? I do! Hehe! And, now, everyone went to bed. Except Genis, but he's upstairs, so who cares? No interruptions... Heh. Glad ya like!

Chibi Presea: Good Lord, your persistant! I'm glad you like it.

Fallenharbinger: No! Zelos can't die! I love him! Lol...sorry about that. I try to keep them in character. Presea's not really though cause I made her twenty-eight, so I kinda get to add my own taste to her. I'm glad ya like!

Chibi Lloyd: Here's some more!

Kei-Kun: Now they did kiss. Yay! Hehe. Awsome, huh? Whoo-hoo! Lol.

A/N: There's chapter six! Whatcha think? Well, you all know how to tell me by now. Yep, that's right, in a review! Thank you to all those who have! Chapter seven will be up soon! Oh, and just for the record: I know hardly anything about football. I'm like Colette. Lol...so if I was wrong about something, I apologize. And, the whole 'ghost roaming bridge' story thing is based off of a legend here in Indiana. Yep. Well, don't forget to leave me a review!