Title: Playing Cards

Summary: Migel likes to play cards, but Dilandau's a sore loser. (We need a 'fluff' category on this site…)

Chapter: One-shot, unless people ask for more. ('People' is plural.)

Warnings: Eh… Dilandau curses. And it's kinda short.


A red-and-black-gloved hand slammed down on the table, sending cards fluttering through the air. "Dammit, Migel!" Said boy scowled, watching his cards crash to the floor.

"You don't have to play, sir," he muttered, reaching down to resentfully pick up his prized deck. To his surprise, his angry, albino captain reached down as well, gathering together a fistful of the cards.

"Oh, no. I'm going to beat you." Migel felt a grin twitch across his face before he could school it back into its customary attentiveness. "Stratego says I need a hobby…"

"I wouldn't put money on that, sir. I never lose."

Dilandau tossed his silvery head, smirking. "Neither do I."


A second Dragon Slayer watched from behind a closed door, smiling a small smile.

"Gatti?" a sleepy voice asked. Guimel, the owner of the voice, materialized behind him, peering over his shoulder. "Are they still going at it?"

"Yes. So far, Migel's won twelve times to zero."

"Arrgh!" A frustrated scream echoed down the hallway they lurked in, and Gatti muffled a laugh as their commander threw up his arms in exasperation.

"Thirteen," the messenger boy amended, tossing Guimel a glance and sweatdropping. "Uh… Guimel?"

"What?" the smallest Slayer asked, blinking.

"…Why're you wearing those?" The boy looked down at his bear-printed pajamas and crossed his arms defensively; blush visible even in the poor light.

"Leave me alone, Gatti," he grumbled. The taller blonde snickered quietly, and Guimel huffed, stalking back to his room and muttering about insensitive messenger-Slayers.