A/N: Here's chapter four for you! It hasn't been TOO long since I posted chapter three, I hope. I've been preoccupied with many different things lately. I've been reading the Fullmetal Alchemist manga, bowling tryouts were today, and I just received yet another semi-massive college English assignment, plus an AP Bio project to complete over Christmas break. It's a good thing that isn't for a little while!

Disclaimer: Do not own…

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"Happy Birthday, Tres!" an overexcited yell sounds within the halls of the Vatican. A tall silver haired man strides joyously over towards the emotionless cyborg, his face pulled into his goofiest of grins.

"Father Nightroad," Tres acknowledges, nodding in his direction when he turns around to face him. Having to look up slightly at his long time companion, his eyes still slump in the lazy way that they always have done, that ever present frown not bothering Abel in the slightest.

"Oh come now, Tres," the taller priest urges rather loudly, causing a few of the nuns to stare in question, "don't you know what today is?"

"Positive, Father Nightroad, it is the eighteenth of November and exactly 12:34 p.m. I am due back to the Duchess of Milan in thirteen minutes." The cyborg speaks monotonously, making Abel inwardly sigh at his friend's disposition. Nevertheless, he laughs humorously, raising the rectangular box in his thin hands and gesturing for Tres to take it.

"I got you a gift, Tres."

"I have no need for such things." Tres begins to turn around, but Abel was too quick and got directly in front of the other man.

"Don't be so negative, take the gift!" Abel doesn't wait for another response as he shoves the object in his comrade's hands, turning swiftly away to catch up with a scowling Noelle rounding a corner.

"Sister Noelle, wait for me!" the clumsy priest whines, earning a light sigh from the black haired nun in return.

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It is two minutes until his appointed time to report to the Duchess, the gift still wrapped in its newspaper encasement. Glancing out a window, Tres thinks for a moment as he watches the rain fall graciously down against the clear glass, the flashes of lightning catching vaguely on the paper and illuminating the front page of yesterdays articles.

'Temperature: 65 degrees, winds from the north at high speed…' he recited to himself, now officially looking downward at the terribly wrapped package. He walks onward towards his lady's office, doing his best to conceal the gift from her prying eyes when he opens the door.

"Good afternoon, Tres," she says, standing by her window, entranced by the pounding rain.

"Duchess of Milan, you asked for my assistance?" he questions, noticing Father Havel beside her desk, only nodding kindly to his presence.

"Abel and Sister Noelle are set for their mission to Barcelona," she says quietly, "I'm sorry you had to miss out, Tres."

"Negative, Duchess," he responds, clutching tighter the diary and attempting to shove it discreetly up his wide priest sleeve, "Sister Noelle has been found capable of handling Father Nightroad in appointed missions. My presence would not have made a difference."

Raising her eyebrows, Lady Caterina turns her head sharply, her monocle away from her eye this time. "You speak so highly of her, Tres. Has she caught your attention?" she asks jokingly. Havel has to refrain from smiling as well, and Tres looks onward in confusion.

"…negative, milady."

Silence engulfs the room; it is not comfortable nor uncomfortable.

"Good," she whispers softly.

Walking forward more towards Caterina, he notices she is wearing her casual clothing, nothing professional in the slightest. Tres finds he doesn't mind her change of apparel.

"Duchess of Milan," he speaks again, this time making an effort to confront the woman about the mysterious object Abel passed to him just a little bit ago, "I would like to inquire about a gift from Father Nightroad." Pulling out the wrapped package, his hands grip the edges and he lightly tugs the paper away.

Green met his eyesight. Caterina moves from her windowsill and Havel gazes down in curiosity.

Caterina smiles, "It's your birthday today, Tres, have you forgotten?" Moving in front of him, she takes the green bound diary from his hands and opens to the first page.

"A diary? My goodness Tres, how strange of you to receive such a thing!" Her voice holds cheerful mock, as she knows the cyborg would not understand the point of diary entries, therefore making him ask of its importance.

"I do not understand…"

"Hmm…well….don't you…well I suppose you don't know…" she pauses again and points to the top of the page where a date is written in curvy black print, below runs the set of lines.

Havel laughs lightly, shaking his head and turning towards the window, clearly embarrassed by his outburst.

"Lady Caterina. This 'diary' is not in my archives. An explanation is requested."

"Explanation you say? Well let's see…" she begins, bringing a finger to her lips in thought. If Tres doesn't know what I diary is for, she will have to show him what it's for.

Then, without any second thought, or rational thinking of what would happen due to her next move, she reaches for his hands and brings her face up towards his. Careful and precise, the Lady of Steel knows of the look Havel is currently giving her, as well as the blank and caught off guard expression appearing on her bodyguards face when she pulls her face away.

She doesn't blush, she's not ashamed.

"They're for memories, Tres," Caterina whispers, unconsciously reaching for his hair to run her finger through, "and I have just given you one to record."

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A/N:…Wow! Somewhat cheesy ending I must say. I'm a terrible writer of anything extremely fluffy and romantic, so sorry if you were disappointed and wanted that (horribly vague) kiss to proceed further. I also introduced Havel for the first time! Because the dude needs to be recognized! Honestly, he gets no love!