Disclaimer: All characters mentioned below belong to Hiro Mashima.
Note: This isn't a continuation of the previous one-shot, Another Day, but it is on the same timeline, and this one-shot happened before the first one.
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It was late. Too late. Jellal stifled a yawn and stretched his arms. He couldn't feel his hands anymore. Since he skipped out on at least three consecutive council meetings and made Captain Erza Knightwalker attend all three, she decided to pay him back with the only thing she knew best.
Paperwork.
Yes, paperwork, the bane of his existence.
Jumping through the window was a nice way out, if he didn't mind the 30 feet drop below him. No big deal. That's not too high and the fresh air will do me good. His stomach suddenly grumbled. He was so preoccupied with all the documents that had kept mysteriously piling up throughout the day that he had forgotten to get some food in his belly and now it's evening. King or not, I couldn't ask the cook to make me something this late. I suppose I'll make do. I wonder if paper tastes good?
The King looked over at some report about Fairy Tail. It seemed as though the dependable guild had defended a trading caravan from being raided. Then, someone opened the door, without knocking. He only knew of one person who does that.
"My, my aren't we hard at work your Majesty. It brings me such joy to see such happiness in your eyes." Captain Knightwalker's tone oozed with sarcasm.
"Ah, Milady Captain. You grace me with your presence. Please, have a seat, entertain me for a bit." He sees her carefully balancing a tray full of food on one hand. "I am no jester, King." The choppy descent of the tray down to the table surface made it seemed as though she wanted to throw the tray onto his face instead. "Nor am I your servant, but those that were present in the dining hall earlier this evening had informed me that his Majesty was absent so here I am." The blue haired king gazed at the meal she had brought in. "I'm touched that you care so much about me." Her lips slightly twitched but said nothing.
It was curry. It smells lovely but I wasn't aware that the castle cook prepared this sort of dish.
"Well are you going to eat it or will you be gawking at it the entire night?" She spat out venomously, but there was something else in her voice. It is as if she was waiting for something to happen.
He took the first bite and savored the distinct and exotic flavor. His eyes started to tear up. HOT! But it's so…heavenly! Feeling a bit of a masochist, he devoured the entire plate, despite its high level of intensity. Fortunately, there was a glass of milk waiting at the wing for him. "Wow, that was excellent." The Captain felt rather smug with his reaction. "Send the chef my regards." He then noticed her satisfied smile. He smirked mischievously. "Or am I speaking to her right now?" Knightwalker's lips dropped to a frown and she jumped back, horrified, like he was about to throw a bucket of scalding water at her direction. "As if I would use up my time to do something so meager and lowly. I have more important things to work on." She said with a straight face but inside…Blast! I need to abscond from this place.
"Of course." His face softened. "Thank you, Erza."
Not liking where this was headed, she bolted for the door. "I said I didn't make it. I suggest that his Majesty stop making such assumptions. I will take my leave. Good night, King." The Gods were cursing at her, yes that was it, since when she opened the door, Sugar Boy stood in front of it, oblivious to her shocked expression. "One of the maids said you were at the kitchen, Erza. Making food for the King, no less. I was told the reason was because the cook wasn't available anymore. You made him your specialty right? The Explosion!" He held up a basket of cut up pieces of bread. "I thought his Majesty would like some. Methinks curry is good with bread." She was cornered like a rat.
"Oh, did I hear correctly? Milady Captain cooked it? For her dashing king?" She couldn't handle the King's tantalizing tone. By this time, her body trembled from embarrassment and from anger. It took her whole will power not to assault the King and suffocate him with the bread Sugar Boy has in his hand. Stop Knightwalker. He's the king. King...But no one would notice a small scratch on his handsome face…Wait, what? Handsome?
"You were definitely hearing things!" She huffed out of the room, leaving the two men behind her. Sugar Boy stared at the retreating figure of the red headed Captain then looked at his King, and then at the bread.
"Did you leave some curry for me, my lord?"
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