~Author's Note~

Hey guys! Thank you for the reviews and the ideas! I have a lot in my mind right now so I'll have to see if I can make that story for you guest, although the idea really interests me! Enjoy this long chapter guys! Thank you for the support and see you later! (Anime North was the bomb though!)

Sincerely,

Ms. AtomicBomb

It was dark outside and the snow was beginning to fall. The snowflakes fell so harmoniously, to sweetly kiss the earth when they met. Jeanne noticed that it seemed that when you move, they fall faster as if to hit you, but the reality is that you interrupt their path and hurt them. The snowflakes started to cover the land with a white thin blanket that appeared soft and fluffy to the touch, but if you hold the unique white fluffiness, they start to sting your fingers as they melt. They come in all sizes and some very unique shapes, and sometimes they fall in clumps.

The snowflakes looked puffy, beautiful, innocent and breathtaking as they continued to fall without another thought. Jeanne kept her violet eyes fixated on the fluffy snow that fell as the car had come to a stop while the light had turned a vibrant and warning red. The female looked to her side and watched the blond male leaning his arm on the door while keeping his eyes on the road.

"It's nice outside…" She mumbled lowly so as to start a conversation because the silence was beginning to be unbearable for she was starting to feel the tension between them growing with every second.

She heard Gilgamesh sigh as he shifted about on the driver's seat, "I guess," he muttered back. It almost seemed as if he was being forced against his will and he really didn't want to be there.

They still had not broken the silence until they were seated at the fancy dessert restaurant that Gilgamesh had brought her to. The walls were decorated with lights and floral designs and there was even a hall of mirrors that almost mimicked Versailles; in fact, Jeanne had visited the French Palace once and this restaurant seemed a lot like it. It was a massive and elegant building.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Gilgamesh said as he watched the amazed female before him.

Jeanne had seemed a bit distracted at first and then her head shot towards him, the short part of her hair following in the movement and her pink lips opening a little so that she could respond, "Uh, y-yes. It is."

"Madame Deficit's is really good. They cater as well so my father has a good connection with Marie Antoinette since she is also a top chef." He commented as he looked down at the menu.

"Miss Antoinette also owns Capet, doesn't she?" The female remembered the name of her favourite baker as she clapped her hands together.

"Yes, she does. She's a very well respected chef and baker. Either way, I thought you would enjoy a cheesecake, so you can choose whatever you like." He glanced at the female over his menu and watched how her eyes sparkled.

Upon choosing her cheesecake, the waitress scurried off into the kitchen and they began to talk about other unrelated matters. At first they spoke about the History project that was due that Friday and the fact that Cú Chulainn and she had not even started on it because they were supposed to supposed to be working on it that day but he had gotten upset so she guessed it was cancelled. After mentioning that, the conversation turned a little odd.

"So you're very familiar with Cú Chulainn now, right?" Gilgamesh asked upon the arrival of their food.

Jeanne shrugged as she dug her fork into the caramel goodness, "We are friends…" She answered, "But I wouldn't say we're very familiar."

Gilgamesh nodded lightly before another question popped into his head, "Oh, Mister Ua said you were his best student last time, right? How's that going?"

The smile on the Frenchwoman's lips grew, "Really well, I'm still number one in the class. It's going really well for me and I'm really happy about it. My parents said that if I keep it up, I could get into Oxford."

The boy leaned forward a little, admiring her smile and enthusiasm for Arturia was very cold to him when they spoke, "That's great." He said, "You seem to be very good in Chemistry."

Jeanne shrugged in reply and swayed her head a little, "Yeah, I work really hard for it. I always study so I think that it really has to do with that because I know I would suck if I didn't. Plus, I had Mister Ua as a tutor this summer and he was really good."

"Mister Ua was your tutor?"

A nod from the girl's part, "Mhm, my mother found him on an add and the price we had to pay for hour was beyond real but my mother really wanted him so we spoke with him and then he gave us a reasonable amount and he's so nice about it. He was an amazing tutor, I'm glad I got to be taught by him during the summer."

"I wasn't aware you knew him before the school year," Gilgamesh smirked, he finally found a juicy detail that would hopefully benefit him.

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Meanwhile, Guinevere, Lancelot and Cú Chulainn were already at the place of initiation—a club. The blue-haired male looked up at the building, after having signed a waver that Guinevere forced him into, a little oddly and then glanced at the brunette that had her arm wrapped around the taller and more stoic male, "So this is it? I just have to come to a club? Well that's not so bad."

Guinevere chuckled, "That's only part of it. You have to wait for the really good stuff." She gave a wicked smile before she waved at the body guard and he let them in. It was normal for her to go partying so this particular club knew her already. Once they had entered, the loud music filled their ears and the female cheered as she led the two males to the bar countertop. She placed a bill on the counter and gave a bright smile, "Strongest drink you have please."

A few seconds later a bottle of whatever the bartender had was strong was placed before her with three shot cups. "And a tequila for me." She chirped and soon came her required drink. The brunette turned to the two boys, "So, Lancey is the designated driver, no drinking for you, bae." She shook her index finger, "And Cúch and I will drink to our hearts content." After this, she took a swing of the tequila and made a weird face as it burned her throat.

Cú Chulainn blinked at the female and then laughed, "You just want me to get drunk? That's all? I can do that!"

"There will be more, but that's a little later." Basically, these initiations were just for the entertainment of Guinevere, and she always came up with the craziest things—save for Jeanne's because Arturia had not allowed her to get her drunk or anything.

Cú Chulainn was not afraid to drink, in fact, he was basically taking swings of the bottle and already screwed shots—there was no pOint to them if he was just going to get drunk. The stinging in his throat felt good and he couldn't deny himself of the bitter liquor. The more he drank, the more things got out of hand, and quickly. It wasn't long before he finished the bottle (tipsy as heck) and ordered another one. He was starting to tune the loud music out while still dancing to it, if one could call that dancing, with Guinevere joining him. The two teens were out of hand and Lancelot had to drag them out of the club since he was the only one in his right mind at the given moment.

"Aw, but we were having," Guinevere hiccupped, "so much fun, baby." She whined at Lancelot who had an arm wrapped around her protectively and Cú Chulainn dragging behind.

"We still have some stuff to do, remember?" Lancelot asked and the female nodded her head.

"Right! Cúch," the female giggled, "how do you feel about a tattoo?"

The blue haired male swayed his head and lifted his shoulders in a shrug, "Ah, what the hell! Let's do it!" He wasn't in the right mind of anything—trust. And it was also very easy to persuade him into getting female underwear and actually wearing them (They were a pair of hot pink female boxer shorts).

Guinevere was giggling the entire time, trying to take picture of the male with her phone but she was having such a hard time, so she ordered Lancelot to do the honours. Let's just say that a wild tattoo and the toned butt of Cú Chulainn were very visible, along with the male's shocked expression.

"Victoria's Secret Angels material," Guinevere slurred with hiccups, "Totally going up on the top of the wall! No one has a pic this good! By the way, pink really suits you!"

Cú Chulainn was a little too drunk to protest, but he was good enough to get a little upset with her, "No, that's not going up anywhere!" He argued while waving his hands about in disapproval.

"You signed the paper," Lancelot butt in, "You agreed." He reasoned as they entered the black car of the male. After a long time of drinking and 'fun', Lancelot deemed it time to go home so they were stuffed in the car and began to drive home.

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Jeanne and Gilgamesh continued to talk about other things after that and the night had gone very well. They laughed, talked and ate until it was rather late when they stood from the table. After their small conversation about school, Jeanne noticed that Gilgamesh had been different, he was just much more invested in the conversations and in learning about her and what she liked and didn't. There was a lot of change from the first conversation that they had because it was focusing on her and not other people.

They stood from the table and walked towards the exit of the establishment. Gilgamesh went to get their jackets as Jeanne waited by the doors whilst she called her mother to tell her she was perfectly fine and that she was heading over as soon as possible. It was almost midnight and she was already way past curfew but her mother allowed it since she was out with Gilgamesh.

She exited the building so that the cool winter breeze would ease her and she could feel the snowflakes. Gilgamesh soon joined her and wrapped her jacket around her, "Careful, you might catch a cold." He actually seemed concerned and so Jeanne smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you for everything." She was honest too, her smile beyond sincere.

"I'll take you home," the blond said as he slipped into his jacket and did well in suppressing the blush that was creeping on his cheeks.

"It's alright, I live near by, I can walk." Jeanne replied, smile still plastered on her face.

Gilgamesh's red eyes turned to slits and he shook his head, "No. You are not walking."

"Then I'll take the bus, you don't have to drive me, Gil."

"You can't go alone. It's already very late and not dressed like that. What if something happens to you?"

Jeanne thought about it and then gave him a nod because he was right. As he was walking her to the car, a black car screeched to a stop next to them and out came the boy with a rat tail. Jeanne's eyes grew wide and she bit her lower lip as the male came stumbling towards them.

"Jeanne! It's you, right? Woah, you're looking very good." Cú Chulainn grinned as he approached the two blond teenagers.

Gilgamesh scrunched his nose in disgust, the way one does when they smell something really bad—like a dying animal. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the young man before them.

"Cú Chulainn, what are you doing here?" Jeanne furrowed her brows and then took in the smell of heavy liquor, "Are you drunk?"

Cú Chulainn shook his head, "Nope!" He laughed, "I just saw you with an ass so I came to save you and take you home."

Gilgamesh scoffed, "Says the mutt." He muttered and earned a glare from the blue haired boy, "And you're not taking her home, I am. You're drunk and you smell horrible."

"I'm walking her home." The Irishman hissed back, glare still in his eyes, "Plus, I smell like nicely fermented scotch, thank you."

Jeanne had been looking back an forth between the males and decided to step in, "Uh guys, it's alright. I can get home alone."

Both the males turned to her and finally agreed on something, "No."

The poor girl sighed and walked over to Gilgamesh, "Thank you for everything, but I'll go with Cú Chulainn. I need to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Thank you again." Her smile was sweet and forgiving, so Gilgamesh did not argue with her as she walked back to Cú Chulainn and pushed him in the direction of her house.

The blue haired boy stuck his tongue out at the snobby boy behind him and then proceeded in following Jeanne. Gilgamesh almost growled but refrained and walked to his car, getting in and starting it, but before he moved it, someone entered the passenger's seat.

"There was a lot of laughing, were you actually on a date with her?" A female glared at him.

"You were basically burning holes through me the entire night, as if I was going to ask anything with you lingering around." Gilgamesh glared at the woman that had gotten in the car with him.

"Isn't that the point, though? You need to ask her for hints." She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an unsatisfied look.

"Just leave me alone, Grainne." He rolled his eyes and began to leave the parking lot.

"Don't get chummy with the enemy's best friend, you snake." Grainne rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

The walk was mostly silent and it was only ever interrupted by Cú Chulainn stumbling and almost falling down along with the snow.

"You and Gilgamesh are not dating, right?" He managed to say it without slurring or hiccupping—it was a wonder to Jeanne how he had done it.

"Still hung up on that?" She giggled, tightening the jacket around herself, "No. We aren't dating." She answered him plainly.

"And you weren't on a date with him today, right?" He looked at her, eyes sharp as recently cut rubies.

She shook her head, "He was just apologizing for what happened during lunch. You know, he's a really nice person if he wants to be." Jeanne spoke, blinking for her eyes felt heavy with sleep.

"That's good to hear, then Saturday is still on, yeah? Oh and we can work on the project tomorrow, right?" He was back to impaired speech and wobbly walking. Then he stopped in his tracks and looked at a pile of snow, "I'm going to sit down for two seconds, okay?"

Jeanne shrugged and watched him sit on the snow and then lay down, "My back aches and it's all Guinevere's fault." He sighed.

"Why? Did she hurt you?" Jeanne furrowed her brows as she was very confused about the situation.

"Initiation." It was the only answer he could give and it seemed to make sense because Jeanne looked as if she had understood for her face filled with pity.

His eyes had flickered to a close and it was Jeanne that awoke him, "We should go now, you're much too drunk." She commented and gave him a hand so that she could help him up.

Cú Chulainn took her hand with a soft smile on his face and then allowed her to help him up, but as he was standing, he lost his footing and fell, brining her down with him. His laughs filled the air around him with the lingering smell of liquor and then their eyes locked as she had fallen on top of him. His smile remained on his lips and for some odd reason—probably the alcohol—he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer.

His red eyes were on her peach lips for a while before he looked at her violet eyes, they were glossy and wide like polished amethysts that the jewelry stores sold for hundreds, "Jeanne…" he mumbled with a husky voice and he could see a blush growing on her cheeks but he was unsure if it was because of the cold stinging air or the situation. Her hair was decorated with snowflakes and she looked gorgeous, like an angel.

"U-uh…" Her lips were slightly parted and she seemed surprised.

He kept pulling her down towards him, hoping that their lips would connect as he felt something bubbling in his gut. His eyes fell on her lips again and they were only inches away by now—the liquor was really making him ballsy. Cú Chulainn realized that his upset stomach was not of nervousness and he pushed her off harshly before hurling to his left.

Jeanne sat on the snow disappointed to say the least, but she began to laugh as her heart was still beating at a hundred miles per hour, "You okay there?" She giggled a little, trying not to laugh too much because she knew that she hated the sound of people puking.

Cú Chulainn groaned and nodded, "Ugh, I guess, you?" he wiped his mouth with his sleeve as he sat up and looked at the female, "Aren't you cold?" His recovery time was fast and it seemed that he knew how to handle these types of situations.

Jeanne felt her legs burning from the cold snow and she nodded her head, "A little." She replied as they both stood from the snow and headed to her house once more. She watched him take off his jacket and then he handed it to her.

"Here, so you won't be cold." He winced at the cold air.

Jeanne laughed as she refused the coat, "Thank you but it's my legs that are cold. This dress isn't doing me justice and these heels are going to make me slip, I swear." She kept an eye for ice or big chunks of salt on the sidewalk.

"How far is your house again?" Cú Chulainn asked, he had never even seen her house so Jeanne furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Just down the block." She answered promptly, "I can drive you home, if you want."

The boy shook his head rapidly and quickly regretted it because he felt dizzy all over again, "The whole point is for me to take you home, not the other way around."

Jeanne gave a nod as she cautiously walked down the sidewalk, "So do you know what Diarmuid is going to say to Arturia? Do you think he'll accept her proposition?"

Cú Chulainn kept silent for a while and the shrugged, "He hasn't mentioned it to me as of late; he's keeping to himself."

Jeanne sighed as they neared her house, "I guess he wants to make the right decision then. You know, no peer pressure or anything."

Upon arriving at her home, the boy tilted his head but didn't comment on the fact that her house was rather big for her saying that she was 'poor'. She seemed to notice his confusion and answered him, "It's complicated, I have something like a sponsor of sorts. I do professional aquatics and stuff, so my sponsor bought us a house; his name is Charles Valoir, he does quite a bit for us but we also do stuff for him. The house was because I won the championships of the year; we still have to pay for part of it, hence why I have a part-time."

"Charles Valoir… Well, never heard of him but he must be a good person." The male yawned and stumbled a bit as they stopped in front of her house.

"So, how are you getting home?" Jeanne asked, snow falling onto her head and hiding in her hair.

"I'll call my bro; he's bound to pick me up if I say I'm lost." Cú Chulainn shrugged and placed his lips in a straight line.

The following day, Cú Chulainn awoke with a massive headache and a weird taste in his mouth. He groaned as he rolled over and stood from the bed. He didn't even look at the clock because it was what had awoken him and he knew he was going to be late for school if he did not hurry up. He almost wanted to crawl to the bathroom as he walked hunched over and holding his head.

After taking a shower, he looked back at the mirror for he felt a stinging in his back and checked it out. Right there, there was a butterfly on his lower back and he basically flipped out, "Shit! What the fuck? H-how?" His heart was starting to skip beats.

He quickly changed into his uniform and—with a horrid headache—hurried to complete his daily routine. He ran down the stairs and met his brother at the kitchen, who gave him a disappointed look, "Hey, bruh!"

"Do you mind explaining now?" Diarmuid crossed his arms over his chest, and blinked at the younger male. He had to bring Cú Chulainn home from Jeanne's the previous night only to have to answer Cú Chulainn's phone to get an explanation from Lancelot about why he was drunk.

"W-what do you mean?" Cú Chulainn looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Diarmuid sighed and shook his head, "Scáthach is going to flip out, and father's not going to be proud."

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Friday came sooner than expected and nothing much had happened besides Cú Chulainn arriving late with a hangover on Tuesday and Guinevere smiling wickedly while also having a hangover and leaning on Lancelot's shoulder. She said that on Saturday morning, after Arturia and Jeanne's Saturday English Class, they would all meet up at their hideout and Cú Chulainn's initiation would be complete.

Arturia was unsettled in her seat as she swayed about in anxiety. This was the last day she had given to Diarmuid and he had not so much as looked at her the entire week, not even called her name during attendance or when handing back the assignments. He had been giving her the cold shoulder and now she was irritated beyond repair and her anxiety was not helping her at all.

Her knee bounced underneath the Library table and Jeanne was trying to calm her down with encouraging words, "I think he won't agree," Arturia frowned and dropped her head on the table.

Jeanne sighed, "Artie, it's going to be alright. He's had a lot of time to think about it and he knows that you're basically the one for him, so it's going to be fine. He'll agree, I'm sure of it."

Chemistry class didn't back Jeanne up as there was zero chemistry between the teacher and the green-eyed student at all. It was starting to seem like they only had History.

By the time that the last bell rang, Arturia had given up on the fact that Diarmuid would accept, so before she looked anymore upset, she gathered her things and was prepared to leave. She packed her bag and both the girls were starting to leave the room until a call of her name snapped Arturia's head towards the demonstration desk of the class.

"Please stay behind," the deep voice of the man added and Arturia felt her heart skip a beat in anticipation. Her head shot towards her best friend and they looked at each other before the taller of the two gave her a thumbs up, and mumbled encouraging words before leaving the room.

Arturia watched the rest of the students leave the room and made her way towards the demonstration bench after the teacher and she were left alone in the room. She felt the butterflies rise up in her stomach and she gulped before trying to be more hopeful, "Yes?" She blinked up at the tall male.

"Uh…" Diarmuid looked upon her and pursed his lips together, "You gave me until today, so I've thought about it this entire week… and I have my answer."