Title: Just A Misunderstanding

Summary: Scandal! Eryn stumbles across Fang and Galdo in an all to compromising sight. Or did she? It must be one big misunderstanding…right?

Pairings: Hinted Fang/Galdo. Or is it?

AN: Don't ask me what I'm doing because I don't know. Enjoy!

A loud, yet muted thud greeted Eryn as she reached the landing to the second floor. Her head pivoted to her right, her gaze automatically landing on the door that led to Fang's room at the inn.

And she narrowed her gaze.

Had that idiot tripped over his own underwear again?

Oh no, she wasn't going to walk in on that again.

The sudden squeaking of bedsprings promptly put a halt to Eryn's steps. That sound, for whatever reason, brought a light tingle of a blush to her cheeks. It was a slow creak. Like someone lowering themselves onto the mattress.

Or…lowering someone else onto the bed.

Eryn felt her cheeks raged with a heated flush. 'Don't be ridiculous!', she scolded herself as she frantically shook her head.

It was nothing. Just Fang in that room. Fang was probably just being his usual lazy self. He was just lying down for a nap. Nothing to it. It was early evening. No harm in that.

Another all-to telling creak utterly annihilated any attempt for Eryn to simply go about her evening. All to unexpectedly, a bubble of pure jealousy appeared in her chest. Could there really be someone else in that room with Fang?

But…Tiara was downstairs, as was Harley. In fact, all the girls of their party were. Only Eryn, that she knew of, was upstairs.

So who could be in Fang's room with him?

Eryn uttered a silent gasp. What if it was an assassin from Dorfa and Fang was fighting for his life?

She spun on her heel and marched over to the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob, but paused. She spent a moment listen intently. There didn't appear to be any more noise coming from inside. No, wait…there was a slight rustling sound.

Her determination deflated slightly. What if that idiot was just prancing around in his underwear?

No way. She wasn't going to burst into his room; she learnt her lesson last time. She wasn't going to risk her dignity, and sleep, with that image, thank you very much!

Eryn suppressed a shiver and decided on a more subtle approach; she was going to…observe him from a distance. Through a slight part in the door. It wasn't spying! She was merely being reasonable and cautious. If Fang was dealing with an assassin, then she would catch them by surprise.

But if it was because of someone else…

Drawing a deep breath, Eryn slowly turned the doorknob. Her heartrate unexpectedly increased when the door silently popped from the doorlatch, allowing her to carefully, oh-so carefully, push the door inwards.

The door didn't squeak (thank the Goddess!) and soon enough, Eryn had parted a gap in the door large enough for her to look through.

And despite the fluttering sensation in her chest (something she didn't know whether from anxiety or expectation), she did just that; she peered into Fang's room.

Her eyes widened and she uttered a gasp. There…there was someone else in that room with Fang.

And they weren't who she had expected.

G-Galdo?!

There were two…bodies on the bed. Galdo was lying flat on their back, across the width of the bed, his head angled toward the door. And Fang was…lying directly on top of him. Between his legs, if Galdo's bended knee, his foot upon the bed was any indication.

Fang had his right arm curled tightly around Galdo's back and shoulders, and his face was pressed far too intimately against the curve of his neck. Seemingly nuzzling his throat with his cheek. Or nose. Or lips…

And Galdo had left arm was slung around Fang's shoulder, his fingers curled tightly, desperately around the material of his jacket. His head was lolled to the right, allowing Fang enough room to keep his face nuzzled against his neck. His eyes, likely squeezed shut, looked toward his right hand, the one that was pinned to the bed in a firm grip. In Fang's firm grip. Those fingers, too, were grasping so desperately, so wantonly at the sheets. At the rumpled, untidy bedsheets.

Murmuring voices…

Breathing…heavily…

Eryn uttered a low, girly squeak, in direct contrast to the shriek that echoed throughout her head. She stumbled backwards and she covered her eyes with her hands in a desperate but futile attempt to rid her vision and memory of what she had witnessed.

But her mind betrayed her immediately.

Two bodies pressed together. One pinning the other to the bed. Desperate, clingy hands. Tangled limbs and crumpled bedsheets.

Her brain fizzled out.

What had she just seen!?

She didn't know what to do. She wanted to shriek loudly and run downstairs in terror. She wanted to sneak away and curled up in a hole and die. She wanted to forget. She wanted to wash the imagine from her mind.

Yet, she did none of that.

Instead, in completely shock, she turned on her heel and just…toddled off downstairs. Back to the tearoom. Back to the rest of the girls still gathered. Still talking. Still drinking tea and eating Bahus' desserts.

Blissfully unaware of what Eryn had just witnessed.

"Eryn, sweetie," Marissa hummed at her motherly. "You're as pale as a sheet. Whatever is the matter?"

Eryn opened her mouth in an attempt to say something. Not sure what she wanted to say, but something. Yet, still deep in a state of shock, all she could muster was a few squeaky words; "Fang…Galdo…room."

Marissa tilted her head to the side. "Hm, my Galdy-kins? What about him?"

The other girls also turned to look at her questioningly. And Eryn envied them. All so innocent. Oh, how she wished she was so oblivious. Truly, blissfully unaware.

"There you are," Harley suddenly said in a welcoming tone. "I was wondering where you were. Can't believe you would willingly miss out on Bahus' cooking."

"Not on your life!"

Eryn barely suppressed a squeak of surprise at the sound of Fang's voice. She automatically raised a sleeve covered hand to her face in a desperate attempt to hide the all-too raging blush on her cheeks.

She was so not ready to face Fang after that!

Hesitantly, she peered over at the stairs and her heated features intensified when she noted that Galdo was right behind him.

She felt the strange urge to fan her face.

"I heard a lot of noise coming from your room, Fang," Harley suddenly and boldly said. "What were the two of you up to? Jumping on the bed?"

Eryn felt more blood rush to her head. Harley was being way too forward! Wait…How did she know Galdo was in his room?!

Fang looked over at Harley, his expression…nonchalant. "Oh, that," he said far-too casually. "We were just wrestling." He soon grinned in triumphant. "A match I totally won."

Galdo shot a stare in Fang's direction, an admittedly adorable pout on his lips. "Only because you cheated and caught me off guard," he huffed, indignant, and sat down at the table.

"You don't get a warning. If you can't react in time, that's on you," Fang promptly retorted as he promptly sat down next to him.

At a proper distance.

The two immediately began to inhale and devour Bahus' delicious food, once again engaging in a competition of sorts. Acting totally normal. For them.

Harley sighed and folded her arms under her (ugh, enormous) bust and sighed rather fondly. "Two boys, and not a single braincell in sight."

Eryn slowly felt her senses return. Wrestling? W-well, they were both fully dressed. Right? From what she saw at least. Fang still had his jacket on.

And Harley's comment was right. They were both stupid. And together, they were significantly stupider.

Eryn laughed awkwardly to herself and slowly sat herself down at the table as well. It was just all a misunderstanding. Yeah. A misinterpretation on her part. Of course, it was. It wasn't like Fang would be, ah, like that with Galdo.

Yet, as she side-eyed Fang and Galdo, the two murmuring to each other between snarfs of food and undignified eating, she noted that there was a slight…flush to their cheeks.

Wrestling, huh? Why wasn't she convinced?

… … … … …

Fang reached forward to snatch a delicious, creamy, mouth-watering custard tart and promptly brought it up to his mouth, only to have his hand jostled when Galdo suddenly nudged him with his elbow.

"They actually swallowed all that, eh?" he murmured to him, purposely keeping his voice low so the girls won't overhear them.

Fang puffed his chest out in triumphant. "Of course. I was totally convincing," he murmured in reply before he practically swallowed the tart whole and reached for another.

But Galdo beat him to it. "You told me that door was locked."

Fang almost choked on his food as he gave Galdo an annoyed huff. "Hey, you came to my room. You should have locked it."

Galdo sent him a sharp look, though his cheeks were a pretty pink. "I didn't have time, eh. You practically pounced on me the second I stepped in!"

"Yeah, well…Still not my fault," Fang dismissed. "Whatever. Just keep the door locked next time."

Galdo kicked him with his foot. "Next time, you be patient."

Fang kicked him right back. "Can't promise that."

Fang uttered a yelp when he felt someone else kick him, but from the other side of the table. He raised his head, ready to give an indignant whine, but stopped when he found Eryn peering at him far too suspiciously from across the table.

"Hey, what are you two whispering about?" she asked, slowly.

"Nothing!" Fang and Galdo said at the exact same time.

And, for some reason, Eryn just narrowed her eyes. Totally not believing them.

Jeez, what was her problem?