Tales of Symphonia 2: Dawn of the New World

Summary: A look into the mind of the Summon Spirit sounded much to good for Emil's comfort, but who was he to complain? No normal person got to look into Ratatosk's mental, personal dictionary.

A/N: Four days… It's been four days since I posted this story and this chapter has been done for two. Sorry. I suddenly went back to continue my second play through of KoR after a month or two. I'll try to make up for it by posting a quick drabble I wrote of (You guessed it!) Ratatosk and Emil. Again, a quick one written in Science the other day and my Science class is loud, which means absolute zero for the concentration level… So, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World. I do, however, own this here Dictionary!

Started: February 23, 2009

Finished: February 23, 2009

Definitions

"I've seen you at your worst and I still think you're the best."

"Hey, Marta…"

"Hm? What is it, Emil?"

Emil paused, twiddling his thumbs in a nervous way. He had a feeling that Marta thought he was going to ask her 'a romantic question', "Marta, am I… Am I a wallflower?"

"A what?"

"Umm… Well, you know… A wallflower."

"I… Don't know what that means."

Emil blinked, "Oh… Sorry. It means-"

"Emil!" Tenebrae warned, appearing in a plume of purple smoke, "Please, be more attentive! We're surrounded!"

"Wha-"

-X-

Emil blinked, awaking to the white world that was his mind, "Huh? Ratatosk must've taken over…"

Emil blinked, eyeing the red orb once again, just as he had done the day prior. He sighed, "If I touch this, will that dictionary pop out again…?"

He tapped the orb, waiting a few seconds before the dictionary hopped out, practically seeking comfort in his arms, just as it had done yesterday.

"So weird…"

Emil flipped to a fairly random page in the front and began reading.

Annoying: Someone who can make your skin crawl and not mean to, and yet someone who makes you want to push them to the ground and take them then and there.

Emil blushed, the definition disturbing him. Either Ratatosk had really odd logic, or he was madly in love.

Emil flipped to another page, uncomfortable to say the least.

Mitigate: To be 'quick about it'.

"Quick about it?" Emil paused, "Quick about what?"

A thought tugged at his mind. Strange how such a word would come up in his mind looking at mitigate. Although mitigate and midget were similar in the fact that the two started with 'mi', but only that sense.

He was forced to flip back a few times before finding the ever-familiar word: midget.

Midget: Mithos, Genis, Presea…

A smile touched Emil's lips.

Only Ratatosk would think of putting something height-related in the dictionary.

He imagined Ratatosk would say something like… "It's to offend all the shorties in the world. Shut up, take steroids, and get tall already, damnit!"

"Ratatosk…" The blonde giggled, pausing as a familiar tug pulled at him, "Only you would… Only you…"

"The things that we love tell us what we are."

A/N:: Okay, okay! I hope you enjoyed! Mitigate was suggested by ShadowofUndine. You probably won't understand the meaning unless you have a naturally perverted mind or aren't dense (like Emil! Emil's dense!).

Annoying and Midget were suggested by Akako Hama. Midget actually wasn't in my dictionary, which I got pissed off a bit for some strange reason… And Ratatosk's meaning of annoying is also my definition of annoying.

Sorry for the late-ish update. They're short chapters, so they shouldn't even take three days, let alone two to write it and two more to remember it. Well, um… Thanks for reading! It'd be nice for you to review (And critique. I'm not to confident about this story…) and give me some more words if you've got some nice ones right off!

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