Genis: Did you know you are insane?
Me: He he. Due to the fact that all of my reviewers are Gesea fans, I have decided to save Genis's life.
Genis: I also threatened to kill you if you didn't.
Me: Heh Heh...
Genis: You do realize that you are updating before your story is out of the #1 slot...
Me: SO!!! I DON'T CARE!!! I DON'T OWN ToS!!!!
Chapter 7: in which the gang has Pancakey adventures
Raine's superior vision scoped out the two figures. "Hmm… one of them seems to be Presea… but I can't make out who the other one is…"
Zelos was literally panting. "Listen," he said. "My brain is curious, but my stomach is obsessed. I'm EATING!" he yelled out. He reached out a fork, and…
TING! The harsh metal sound of two forks clashing grated the eardrums of everyone present. Lloyd scowled, as it was he who had the other fork. Zelos's fork jabbed at the pancake, to be knocked out of his hand by Lloyd. Lloyd frowned deeper, then stabbed some pancakes. He lifted them off the stack, and placed them on his plate.
"Let's eat then!" Colette said slightly less cheerily, as Lloyd's hand had let go of hers in order to grab his fork.
"I like the sound of that!" came a voice. The mysterious guest had arrived.
Genis considered stabbing himself, strangling, drowning, slow death by torture, being eaten to death by ants, skinned, boiled, or poked to death by a tribe of bloodthirsty spear wielding midgets, but there was no knife, rope, means of holding himself underwater, automatic torture machines, anthills, potato peelers (So what?), pots of boiling oil, or tribes of bloodthirsty spear wielding midgets around. (No, I do not know where that came from) There was just a field. Genis sat down smack dab in the middle of the field, and thought dark thoughts, wishing dark curses upon this mysterious man and his girl-stealing ways. But then he thought better. It was hardly this guy's fault he was attracted to Presea. He wasn't "with" Presea in that way yet anyhow. So, it was obvious, Genis concluded. All he had to do was show this guy that he was already with Presea, and all would be well and good and this weird guy would leave. Genis's happy conclusion paused for a moment… Then came crashing down around his ears. He had just remembered that he wasn't actually "with" Presea… "Grr," he growled, giving a good impression of a werewolf. This meant that he would have to do the unthinkable… Break them up. "It won't be that bad," he told himself. "They aren't really together anyway." He began walking back to camp, ignoring that one nagging doubt. Presea had reached for the other guy's hand…
"And who are you?" Raine deadpanned.
"Chris," he deadpanned right back. Chris could already tell that they were probably the two straightest talkers at this table…
Raine and Chris ping-ponged back for a while, until Raine seemed satisfied. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt…" she said slowly.
"Cool," Chris said, unflappable. He sat down next to Presea.
After a few moments of pancakey goodness, Chris decided to break the silence. "Who made these? They're fantastic!" This was true even for someone who hadn't lived on meat for the last 14 years.
Regal smiled widely. "I did," he said in that modest way of his.
Chris's response was unusual for the assembled group. He immediately stood up and bowed low in Regal's direction. Regal's eyebrow rose. Chris looked around at the faces all around him, giving him odd looks. "What?" he said slowly. "Is there something on my face?" The tense moment was broken as everyone laughed. Even Raine and Regal chuckled a bit, which was saying something. Meanwhile Chris made a mental note to himself. "No bowing. Got it." Sitting down, he continued aloud, "So what are all your names? I've only met Presea here."
"I'm Lloyd!" came the enthusiastic response from a kid clad in red. So this was the one Cain had spread the gene to… hmm…
"Colette," came the cheery (Always cheery, I'm telling you. Scary.) response from the girl next to Lloyd.
"The sexiest person at this table, Zelos!" came a reply from a tall, redheaded fellow. Chris's werewolf senses detected more than a hint of cologne from this guy… Most likely was insanely narcissistic, Chris thought as Zelos examined his reflection in a spoon.
Sheena opened her mouth, and Chris turned to her. Something in his mind stirred… "Raine," came the blunt response from the other side of the table. Chris shook his head a bit. "We've met," he said absentmindedly, still looking in Sheena's direction. Something in his mind was snapping at its chains, it took all his boy-self's self-control in order to stop himself from leaping and eating her… Or worse, he grimly thought, as an image of a wolf stalking around a tied up Sheena slunk through his mind.
"Sheena." This time the wolf went mad with lust and hunger. Chris closed his eyes and fought back, turning his head away. Amazingly, nobody noticed this, as the motion brought him towards Regal, who was sitting on the other side of the table, next to Presea.
"Regal," came the calm voice, and this subdued the beast somewhat, but also allowed Chris to look past Presea, who's image gave him some comfort. The wolf in his mind rolled its eyes.
"Ah, so you are the master who made these pancakes," Chris said with a smile.
"It's my recipe," came a small, cold voice from behind Chris. He turned, and was looking into the eyes of Genis. Chris looked around the table.
"Am I in your spot?" he asked, keeping his composure, which was impressive considering the look coming out of Genis's eyes.
"Yes," Genis said flatly, doing a good imitation of his sister.
"Oh, well, I'll move over then," Chris said, sidling closer to Presea. "You don't look too big, we can fit," he said, forcing a smile over Genis's hostile glare.
Genis sat, his glare cooling off as he gazed around the table. "Genis," he said coolly, spearing a pancake. Chris focused his attention to his plate, but his wolf self turned to look towards Genis. Interesting…
The rest of breakfast passed uneventfully, except Zelos and Lloyd had a swordfight over the last pancake. Lloyd won, much to Zelos's dismay. "That kid is driven these days…" Zelos observed mentally.
Sheena punched Zelos. "Ha. Some swordsman you are."
Zelos grimaced, remembering his remark from before. "Oh, be quiet," he smirked.
Plates were cleaned up, dishes washed, and everyone sat around the table. No one seemed quite willing to leave, but...
"Well, we'd better go." Raine said, breaking the happy silence.
"Why? Where are you going?" Chris asked, knowing full well where.
Raine bit her lip again. "Well, it's not me as much as… well… everyone…"
Chris looked around, seemingly puzzled. "So this isn't your average picnic?"
"I'll say," laughed Lloyd.
"So what's up? Are you going to Mizuho or what?" Chris said.
Sheena narrowed her eyes. "How do you even know Mizuho's near here?" she said, her voice dangerously low.
A bead of sweat trickled down the back of Chris's neck…
Me: I've put myself in the pressure cooker... oooh...
Genis: Better than putting ME in the pressure cooker...
Me: HAHAHAAAA!!!! Review please, no matter what you have to say.