Kratos sighed. "Well, at least now he can't burn stuff anymore."

Sheena glared at Regal. "That's it!" She summoned Origin.

"HOLY SHIT!" yelled everybody there.

Presea's eye twitched. "O-Origin…"

Kratos struggled not to laugh. "Oh…my…god…"

For it appeared that there was something wrong, seeming as Origin was wearing face cream, a shower cap and a pink, yes, that says PINK, towel. He shrieked like a little girl. "Oh my god!" He poofed out and reappeared in all his normal glory with Luna by his side.

"All right, which one of you made MY Origin cry?" she demanded.

"YOUR Origin?"

Luna glared. "Yes. We've been together for 2 months."

Kratos was sniggering like a madman now, trying to hold in his laughter…

It didn't work. The angel burst into peals of rude and uncalled-for laughs. Luna yelled, "Well, what's so funny?!"

"The…" Kratos was laughing like he was crazy, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. "First…Efreet and…then…the shower cap—" He broke off into more laughs. "And then the cow and NOW…now he's making BREAKFAST!" He giggled.

"What?!" cried Sheena. She looked over at Origin, who was indeed making French toast.

Kratos leaned against a tree, still laughing. Luna looked at Origin. "C'mon, hunny, let's go," she said.

"I SUMMONED HIM!" yelled Sheena. "Now sic 'im!" She pointed at Regal.

Luna sighed. "I'll do it." She beat Regal up with a broom, and then the two Summon Spirits left.

Presea looked around. "I don't see anyone else. Maybe Zelos is at the bar."

"Maybe," agreed Sheena.

"Let's go see," suggested Kratos.

"I'm too young."

"No, you're not," said the angel. "You're…what, 27?"

"But I look like I'm 8…I mean 12!!"

Kratos crossed his arms. "Well I'm not going in alone."

Presea sighed. "Fine."

"Yay! I win!" Kratos danced around and then crashed into a building.

Presea frowned. "It seems that there is something wrong." She looked at the sky. "The clouds look normal." She looked around. "Everything looks normal."

Kratos righted himself and abruptly crashed into the same building. "Ow!"

Presea helped him up and began to drag the dizzy redhead across town. "Okay, Kratos. You just relax."

"Remember when I dropped a candle on Yuan's hand?" asked Kratos, recalling childhood memories.

"…No…"

"Well, do you remember the time Noishe and I egged Yuan's grandma's house?"

"Nooooooo…"

"How about when Yuan and I gave the 2nd graders free sex ed. classes?"

Presea was too scared to speak.

Well, how was it? I tried to be funny, and Kratos and Yuan were childhood friends in this particular fic. They were delinquents. But I think I went a little overboard with the sex ed. Oh well. Flames welcome, in fact, enjoyed, for we need fire for our Mithos-burning. You would not BELIEVE how many fluffy bunnies he's stolen. See ya!