Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein/Nameless King, Princess of Sunlight Gwynevere, Dark Sun Gwyndolin

Summary: The Sunfirstborn managed to knock out a tooth because of a stupid accident. His sister could reattach it, but he can't find the tooth anymore. Maybe someone picked it up?

Gwynfor stared at the size of the dragon that him and his father had brought down, now laying in a puddle of its own blood on the battlefield while the noises of the ongoing struggle started to fade, a sign that they had won yet another encounter.

The sunfirstborn felt comfortable enough to put his spear in front of him in the ground, its blade buried a bit underground so that it would stay still and could be grabbed by him at once should the need for it arise. He walked around the dragon, taking in every detail of its marvelous body. A part of him hated that they had to be enemies on the battlefield, even as a small boy he had found them to be some of the most beautiful beings he ever had been allowed to lay his eyes on.

Gwynfor had arrived back at the point where he had slammed his sword spear into the ground, the first weapon he had ever used and had to go back to fight with once he had gifted the much more modern dragon slayer spear to his student. Still, it was an excellent weapon and sufficed greatly for the envisaged task. Gwynor extended his hand to grab his weapon but something hit the back of his head full force and his face collided with the handle of his sword spear, making him taste blood.

"Ouch, what was that?", Gwynfor murmured, grabbing the sword spear and search for the assaulter, but realized... what had hit him, was in fact the head of the dead dragon which had rolled off the body directly onto him. He could feel how some blood rushed into his cheeks. Well, that was embarrassing. He didn't even collected the heads of the slaughtered dragons as trophies like Ornstein did, so it felt like an even more stupid accident. Gwynfor quickly scanned the area but realized with relief, that he had been alone and therefore nobody could have witnessed this slip-up. There wasn't any reason for him to stay at the battlefield anymore so he returned to their collection point.

Later this day, Gwynfor changed from his armour into the prince's garb. He had promised to his siblings to have dinner with them and Nevy always would get upset should he decide to wear his armour and his scarf that would hide half of his face behind it, to it. While changing, he thought about the "accident" earlier and decided to look in the mirror, to see if he had injured himself in the process. A certain part of his mouth had hurt pretty badly after it. All he could spot though, was a burst lip and the cut was hardly deep enough to scar. He shrugged, that probably was the cause of the pain and the blood he had tasted. Time to meet up with his siblings.

"Ah, Gwynfor, it is nice to see that you could make it in time.", Nevy said, hugging her brother with a shyly smiling Gwyndolin hanging at her skirt.

"Nevy, Dolin, of course I wouldn't let you wait.", Gwynfor said and gave them his biggest smile. And wondered why both Nevy and Gwyndolin gave him such a horrifying look.

"Um, is there something in my face?", he asked. "I just came from a battle, you know it is usual for me to have some cuts and bruises then."

"That's not it...", Nevy said. "Um, how do I put this?"

"Your upper left front tooth is missing, brother.", Gwyndolin said and got quickly shushed by Nevy for it.

"Wait, what?", Gwynfor asked and ran to the nearest mirror, opening his mouth and in fact, the tooth in question was missing and he could see that his gum had bled a bit because of it. Well, that explained not only the pain but also the taste of blood in his mouth. Why hadn't he checked earlier if all of his teeth still had been there?

"Did this happen in the battle, Gwynfor? Do you still have the tooth so I can try and reattach it?", Nevy said, having appeared next to him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

"I... didn't even knew it fell out...", Gwynfor said. "Shit, I am sorry, you two, we have to postpone our dinner to another time." And with that Gwynfor rushed out of the room, he needed to find his tooth.

Ornstein had stayed a bit longer on the battlefield, collecting the identity tags of the deceased silver knights, saying a quick prayer to Nito whenever he found another one. A gruesome task, but one had to do it. He didn't look forward to the paper work involved with it, sending the letters of their deaths to their families and probably having to get some order back into the town when some protestants would claim that far too many young knights would lose their lives in this war... While he was absorbed in thought, he stumbled upon the corpse of a particular large dragon. With no silver knight corpses around it and with the way the wound was dealt, Ornstein immediately knew that his master had been the one to bring it down. He spend some time to admiring the work of his beloved and then continued his route from the fallen off head of the dragon to the next spot he could see still scorching burn marks. With his eyes plastered on the ground, he came across a strange thing and kneeled down to take a closer look.

"Huh, it's a tooth.", Ornstein murmured to himself and picked it up, pocketing it. Maybe one of the surviving silver knights had lost it and he knew that the princess was able to reattach a lost tooth, as long as the original and the owner was brought to her. He would ask his silver knights at roll call tomorrow if one of them was missing a tooth.

Gwynfor sighed. He had searched the whole area around the dragon which head had fallen on him, this must have been were his tooth had got knocked out. But he simply couldn't find it. He even searched a bit farther around in case the tooth had rolled away and dug a bit through the ground, maybe the tooth had simply been covered by dirt. But now it was starting to get dark and he had to give up his search. His best bet was that maybe someone had picked the tooth up. For now, he should go to sleep. He could ask around tomorrow if someone had found and picked up the tooth.

"Before you all go attending your duties, let me know if some of you is missing a tooth.", Ornstein said to the waiting silver knights. "Is there anyone of you who is missing a tooth?" He waited for a bit, but none of the silver knights took up the word and most of them just stared at each other or shuffled their feet. "Alright, then go attend your duties.", Ornstein finished the roll call. So none of the silver knights had lost a tooth. Of course it was possible that it belonged to one of the deceased and in that case, he would just hand it over to their family, but how should he find out to which knight it had belonged? Ornstein sighed and started his own patrol. He could try to figure this out later.

As he was wandering through the cathedral, he heard the voice of the master. "Ornstein, come here.", he said, peeking out of an usual unoccupied room at this day of time and practically hurled Ornstein into it once the dragon slayer came closer. The master closed and locked the door behind them and Ornstein knew, he were allowed to do it now. He removed his helmet and quickly embraced and kissed the master, they didn't had a chance to meet after the battle yesterday, the master had been out awfully long (even skipping the dinner with his siblings which had brought the princess into a very sour mood) and Ornstein had already went in his own bed before the master had returned.

"We did a good job yesterday, huh?", Ornstein said after the master had released his lips. "I have seen the size of the beast you have slain, impressive."

"You weren't even there, Ornstein, how did you know it was me?", the master said and Ornstein was beginning to form an answer when he noticed that the master had a tooth gap. And it was a gap where the tooth the dragon slayer had found yesterday would perfectly fit into. He stared at his master with a slightly agape mouth. His boyfriend had a hue of reds at his cheeks when he noticed.

"Oh, please, Ornstein, don't stare at me like this. I have lost this tooth yesterday but couldn't find it. Say, have you happened to come across a tooth? I have already asked every single silver knight I could find and Artorias and Ciaran and Gough but nobody has found it...", he said.

Ornstein's thoughts immediately wandered to the tooth in his pocket and his hand shot to it, already engulfing it, before he let go and shook his head: "No, I haven't found anything either, sorry, master.", he said and detached from their hug. He already felt a pang of guilt in his stomach, he had lied to his master. He quickly put his helmet back on and murmured that he had to go back to his patrol. A part of him knew that he had to give the tooth back, but another part of him just wanted to hang onto anything he could have from bis boyfriend, even a tooth. He ran into his room to hide it there.

"No luck finding it yet?", Nevy asked, frowning at him. She hadn't been glad that he promptly had ran off, trying to find a tiny thing like a tooth on the battlefield. "It is your fault for not having checked if all your teeth have been still at place when you lost it. Today you are not running away. You made Gwyndolin cry."

"I am sorry, Nevy...", Gwynfor said. "I have searched everywhere now and asked everyone but to no avail. I guess I need to get used to having a tooth gap...", he said.

"Just see it as another scar for the collection.", Nevy said and sat down at the table. "And make sure to apologize to Gwyndolin."

"Will do.", Gwynfor said and rushed off to find his sibling to give some comfort.

After dinner Gwynfor had retreated to his room and waited for the familiar knock of his first knight, gladly rushing to the door when he heard it, but raising his brows in surprise when he was seeing Ornstein there, kneeling in front of him, looking like he had been eaten up by guilt.

"Master, I am so sorry, for I have lied to you.", Ornstein said. "I have found your tooth but kept it for selfish reason. I shouldn't have done this. I am accepting any punishment you will lay upon me."

Gwynfor was taken aback at first, but then had to chuckle, which turned into a hearty laugh. Ornstein raised his head and Gwynfor could feel the confusion coming from his boyfriend.

"How about you come in first, Ornstein?", he said and closed the door behind them.

"What was so funny, master?", Ornstein wanted to know. "I have done you wrong. That isn't anything to laugh about..." His head was hanging low, clearly in guilt.

"Oh, Ornstein, it is just... I found it kinda cute that you wanted to keep a personal thing from me, even if it was a bit creepy.", the master said. "So, um, do you have the tooth with you?"

"Yes.", Ornstein said, relieving himself from his armour, rummaging around a bit and then handing the tiny object to Gwynfor.

"Thanks, now I can ask Nevy to reattach it.", Gwynfor said, sighing with relief.

"So, what about my punishment?", Ornstein asked, kneeling on the ground once again. "I will accept anything, as I said. I deserve it."

"Ornstein, I won't punish you.", Gwynfor said and the lion knight raised his head in surprise.

"But master, I have lied to you and attempted to keep something that belonged to you. More than that actually.", he said.

"Yes, but you already found out that it was wrong to do it and you confessed your crime to me and I can see how much guilt you have build up over the day because of it.", Gwynfor said. He sat down on the bed and tapped for Ornstein to sat next to him. His boyfriend came over and sat down next to him, like an obeying puppy.

"May I ask how you lost the tooth in the first place, Master?", Ornstein asked and Gwynfor felt the blood rush into his face when he thought about how it happened.

"Uh... it was back at the collection point, some silver knights had already gotten drunk because of the victory and a blunt side of a sword has hit me in the face when I tried to separate them.", Gwynfor quickly lied.

"Huh... but that doesn't add up where I found the tooth.", Ornstein murmured. "It was near that large dragon that you had slain..." Gwynfor cursed under his breath, his knight was too observant.

"Fine, you got me... I got hit by the dragon's head when it rolled off and my face connected with the handle of my spear that I had stuck into the ground in front of me.", he said.

Now it was Ornstein's turn to chuckle, but unless himself, the knight quickly got his composure back and they both sat in silence for a little while.

"So will you get to the princess now to reattach the tooth?", Ornstein asked.

"No, Nevy can wait until tomorrow. So can my tooth.", Gwynfor said. "And also, I think if you really want a punishment, I just thought of something." He leaned down and whispered something into Ornstein's ear, which face split into a grin on return.

"Oh master, how naughty of you.", he said and the both of them vanished beneath the blankets.

(Author's note: Well, what do you think has been the punishment that Gwynfor had chosen ;-) I leave it up to the mind of you, my dear reader ^^)