Jeanne had arrived home after Mass and changed out of her Sunday Dress and into something much more comfortable and fitting for the weather. She settled on a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans and a Christmas sweater in order to match the occasion; since she was in the holiday spirit. All her giddy-ness did not go without attention from her family, in fact, they were all wondering what was up with the young female—her older brother had decided to fish the information out of her.

"So you're getting all dressed up? What's up with the leg warmers? Did you get a call from the North Pole asking you to return? Is vacation over for the elves?" Jean was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his sister prance around the room.

Jeanne's head turned toward her older brother, her braid whipping to the other side in the process, "Do I really look like an elf?" She blinked, frowning quite a bit.

"I'm not saying you look ridiculous… but you look ridiculous." He commented.

"Then what do I wear?" Jeanne asked, dropping her shoulders and sighing, "I've got nothing else."

Her brother shrugged, "Whatever, it looks cute, who cares. Where are you going? I know you told mom it was a Christmas themed park, so who are you going with?"

Jeanne gave a prompt smile; her brother never liked Gilgamesh—not even a little—so it was best for her not to say a single thing, but she was not going to lie either. She simply kept on smiling, although she was starting to become nervous that her brother would soon find out.

"It's not that Cú Chulainn dude, right?" He asked, tilting his head in order to emphasize his discomfort, "He's brought you home twice already. To me, it seems like you two have a thing."

"Haha," the young female laughed nervously as a blush appeared on her cheeks, "There's nothing like that between Cú and I. And it's not Cú I'm going with."

A blink of blue eyes, "Then who?"

Jeanne would not dare lie, so she closed her lips shut after having stalled, "Umm…" It was the doorbell that had properly saved her from answering her brother, "Would you look at the time," she gave an apologetic smile, "I must be off now. Bye-bye, see you tonight." With that, she grabbed her red jacket and pushed past her brother.

"Jeanne, you can't hide this from me forever!" She heard him calling after her as she decended the stairs in a hurry.

Her little brother had already opened the door and her mother was striking a conversation with the boy on the other side of the door. "There's a rich boy waiting for you, soeur," her younger brother continued to bite his popsicle as he walked away from the door, "The car's nice."

"Maman," Jeanne smiled as she reached the door, after saying her farewell to Pierre, "Au revoir, I'll see you later. Je t'aime," she kissed her mother on the cheek and took a hold of Gil's arm before pulling him towards the car; it was a good thing he was wearing a hat so her brother wouldn't know.

Gilgamesh had seemed quite confused as he had been talking to Catherine about school until Jeanne pulled him away, "We're not in that much of a time crunch," he commented, biting his lower lip, "Why are you in such a hurry."

"I can't wait," she laughed and then entered the car.

Nothing much happened between them until they reached the park where they were holding the event. Jeanne was already on her toes trying to see everything there was to see. It wasn't as cold as the weather forecast had predicted, and since it was snowing lightly, she was much more into the Christmas feel of things. The festival was set up as a "North Pole Village" and Jeanne could hear her brother smugly commenting on her attire all over again.

"Oh, let's try those maple syrup bacon lollipop things. I hear that they're really good!" Morgana chirped, clapping her hands together, "It even looks delicious." [1]

"That sounds rather unsatisfying…" Arturia blinked, "But, it's worth a shot!"

The two females went ahead towards the stand while the male took their time in following them.

"Morgana seems to like you a lot," Merlin was the one to break the silence, taking a glance at the tall man, "She trusts you."

Diarmuid recalled the conversation the brunette and he had had earlier that day and he gave a nod, "Yes, I guess that she does," a small smile lit his lips but then it faded, "To an extent."

"Dia," Arturia called out, a smile on her face as she pulled away the maple candy and then waved her hand so that he would come over, "This is simply superb, try it."

Diarmuid returned the gesture and sped up a little in order to reach her sooner, "Is it really?" He asked when they were only a few step from each other.

"It is. I think I might get ne for Jeanne, she would love it." The young female turned back to the stand and ordered a few more, pulling her purse closer to herself so that she could pay from them. Before she could even pull out her wallet, Diarmuid had given a bill to the vendor, taking the treats with his free hand.

He looked down towards her and gave a soft smile, "I trust you on this one." He said before taking a taste of the candy.

Arturia's heart fluttered a little and bit the inside of her cheek, he seemed to be much more attractive with the snow in his hair and the lollipop in his mouth. This was already starting off to be the perfect for the first date, and it made her even happier.

They visited quite a bit of attractions; they built a present, learnt how to make a fruit cake, even went on some ride that they had indoors. There had been a lot to do, but it was Morgana who had suggested that they split up in order to eat Lunch. Thus, Arturia and Diarmuid walked aimlessly about the park, trying to see what could be fitting for them to eat.

"We can have hamburgers," Arturia suggested upon landing her eyes on a food stand, "There has to be a store around."

Diarmuid spotted a small shop, "What about sushi?"

The blonde hummed, "I was hoping for some meat…"

"Oh, there! Greek." The male smiled, "You can have lamb or beef."

Her eyes lit up, "Lamb." And that was all it took for them to commence making their way towards the small shop.

"I like your outfit." Diarmuid commented, "It looks really good on you."

Arturia sighed, "Oh good. I thought that my sister's hard work had all gone to waste when you had not even noticed it." She was a little sassy that it caused Diarmuid to give her a confused look.

"Why would that be?"

She shrugged, "I haven't any idea," she added.

They were almost at the shop when she heard Diarmuid gasp before pulling her around the corner of the building and gently pushing her against the wall of the other building. "D-Diarmuid?" She almost laughed before he brought a finger to his lips and leaned closer.

"Shh," he mumbled.

Arturia let a smile take over her lips, It's about time he tried to kiss me. She fluttered her eyes closed and puckered her lips, just waiting for him to kiss her.

"I saw Gilgamesh." He said and her eyelids flew open for she had noticed that he had no intention of kissing her; just hiding from a student.

"What?" She furrowed her brows and gave him a disappointed look, "You can't be serious." She huffed before rubbing her temple, "Ah, alright, so why is he here then?" Her green eyes rolled.

"He's with someone." There was always an advantage to being tall, you could see over the crowd of people—and Arturia surely couldn't do that.

"Who is he with?" She asked, blinking up at her 'boyfriend', If you could even call him that, she thought.

Diarmuid's amber eyes went wide and he didn't answer the short female.

"What's the problem? Who is he with? Tell me already." Arturia crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips. Then she got on her tip-toes and used Diarmuid's shoulder as a boost in order to see where Gilgamesh was and who he was with.

"Uh, I-uh, I don't know. She's blonde, but I don't recognize her." Diarmuid finally answered, trying to seem un-phased by the surprise he had taken.

"Oh, okay." Arturia frowned understanding that Diarmuid was keeping something from her, "Alright then, Let's go inside, I'm sure they're gone by now."

Jeanne was skipping, the music, the people, the lights; they all had her extremely happy, "What should we do next?" She sang with the bright smile on her face.

"Whatever you want," Gilgamesh answered before hearing loud yelling coming from the earpiece.

"I told you that it wasn't a date, what are you doing Gil?" The lady on the other side nagged but Gilgamesh just smiled through it all.

"Hmm," Jeanne wandered, dancing a little, "Pictures! I saw a photo booth over there! We should check it out!"

"Sure, let's do that." Gilgamesh chuckled, seeing as she seemed more like a little girl than anything else. Then he watched as she began talking about how much she liked Christmas.

The nagging came again, "Gil, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane? You are supposed to fish information out of her! You're not doing your job! So much for teamwork here." She breathed, "Gosh, are you going to kiss her next and hold her hand? Or are you planning on getting married with her, what the actual heck Gilgamesh. Get the info!"

"Can you shut up already?" Gilgamesh hissed.

"Oh," Jeanne frowned, feeling a bit of pain in her chest, "Sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you."

The red-eyed male shook his head, "Oh, no, not you Jeanne. I just… I sometimes hear things…" Nice save, he scolded himself.

Jeanne's frown went away and the wander filled her eyes, "Oh! You too? I hear voices as well! They're very helpful sometimes. I only hear them once in a while, though." [2]

Gilgamesh blinked, "Uh…" he tilted his head, "Sureee."

They walked towards the photo booth but Grainne kept nagging at Gilgamesh's ear like a mother. The Babylonian had had enough of her and decided to throw away the damn earpiece; he would deal with her later.

Grainne glared at the boy through her binoculars as she was up on one of the towers, "That snake." She breathed and rolled her eyes after seeing him mouth something to her, "How could he just—ugh! Why is he on a date with Jeanne? This is ridiculous. She's the enemy, plus, what's so great about her? She's poor and so not that pretty. What does he see in her? Gosh, this boy really has no taste in women."

Meanwhile, Jeanne was the first in, she sat down on the little seat and smiled brightly as Gilgamesh walked in. The booth was small so they squished in as much as they could. Jeanne chose a setting and the pictures began. Most were of Jeanne making silly faces and Gilgamesh mostly being serious; but with progression, a smile was seen on his face.

"Okay, last one," Jeanne grinned, "At least smile."

"Alright," Gil rolled his eyes in a friendly manner, "I'll try." Little did he know that he was already smiling.

The numbers flashed on the screen and an idea ran trough his mind—he didn't let it get away.

Jeanne's eyes grew right as the flash filled the booth, for with it, surprise flooded in too. She felt a little confused as the male stood and spoke before exiting the booth, "Let's get the pictures," he recited so nonchalantly.

The poor girl sat still as she lifted a hand to her cheek, which was burning to the touch—and it sure wasn't the cold weather. His voice finally snapped her out of it, "Jeanne, you coming or what?"

Jeanne shot her head towards him and gulped, "Uh yeah…" she replied, noting that he was acting like nothing happened. She stood from the seat, collecting her purse and running towards the printer. When the pictures came up her jaw dropped because it actually happened.

"What? No one's kissed your cheek before?" Gilgamesh commented as the girl had the picture in her hands. Then he took a copy for himself; they were seated there, he was kissing her cheek and her face was half smiling, half surprised. He felt something in his chest and he thought she looked cute, like a bunny or something, "I only did it because it seemed like this was the first time you went out with a guy, so you obviously haven't been on a date. Thought I'd make it more interesting."

He played it off well, and Jeanne believed it. She cracked a chuckle and nodded, "You hit the nail on that. Well these pictures are cute, so I'm putting it up on my corkboard." In her mind, she thought Gilgamesh was being nice to her, giving her a taste of what dating was like, without actually dating him. It seemed like an honest and innocent intention, nothing close to friends with benefits r anything of the sort; just as if he genuinely wanted her to know what having her first boyfriend was like.

They decided to stop by a pastry stand and Gil bought her a piece of cake because she had said that it looked tasty.

Arturia and Diarmuid were talking about whatever they thought made good conversation as she held a coffee in her left hand and they walked side by side. She was hoping something more than talking would happen, and the whole fake kiss had brought her hopes up way too much. She thought to make initiative, so she reached for his hand.

Diarmuid flinched his hand away and Arturia let out a loud sigh. He turned towards her and saw the frown on her face, so he took her arm and wrapped it around his own. Although she would have been more satisfied with the hand holding, he thought it best to take it a little slow.

Arturia's lips melted into a soft smile and they continued to walk in silence, and the was much more romantic than anything they had done before. The snow falling, the sweet classical music that filled the park and the warmth she felt from his touch—it was perfect for her.

She leaned her head against his arm as they continued to walk around, the feeling in her chest becoming a little unbearable as she also felt at peace. The tight grip on her made her feel secured and she really did want to kiss him, but she would wait for him.

Jeanne was going on about Christmas again and what she was planning to get for her family, "I worked really hard this month, so I'm able to buy them some decent gifts… I just don't know what to get them, you know."

"Hmm," Gilgamesh was actually listening to her, which surprised him as well, "Do you have anything in mind at all?"

"The usual; clothing. Actually, my little brother really needs a new winter jacket… but I don't know what to get everyone else… What do you usually get for your mother?" She asked, biting her lower lip.

"Ah, wait, you got something on your cheek," he spoke and then she wiped her cheek.

"Is it gone?" She tilted her head.

"No, don't worry, I'll get it." He took a hold of her cheek and wiped away a little frosting she had on the side of her lips. There was a look in his eyes as they were fixed on her pale lips; like a spark setting them to life.

"G-Gil?" She managed to breath, her violet eyes wide trying to comprehend what was in the male's mind. He was so close and it made her heart jump to her throat. Her eyebrows furrowed together and she suddenly became scared.

He leaned in closer, eyes still on her lips and he felt his heart flutter in his chest upon hearing his name slip from them. She made him feel at ease but nervous all the same, her voice was gentle but sent shivers over his body and her kindness made him feel different—like he never had before.

He was only a couple of inches from her lips and he was already gathering the courage to kiss her, but he felt compelled to look her in the eyes; just to show her how he felt. But the look in her eyes snapped him out of the trance and he could see her violet irises glossed over and a little red, Shit. "There's something stuck between your teeth." He thought of the quickest excuse whilst he scrunched his nose.

Jeanne gasped and pulled away as she covered her mouth, "Gil! You're so mean!" She shut her eyes closed as she started to blush from utter embarrassment. This was the second time she thought someone was going to kiss her, "I'm going to the washroom." That was all she could manage before running away towards the washrooms.

Upon finding nothing in her teeth and huffing in impatience, she reasoned that she might as well pee while she was already at the bathroom, and thus, she entered a stall.

"Ugh! I cannot believe this had to happen today of all days. The date was going rather well, yet..." The voice of her best friend came from the sink as water ran. Jeanne's eyes widened and she almost gasped before stopping herself.

"This is simply perfect. Now my skirt is completely ruined… I would have to take it off." It seemed as if she did not know anyone was inside because she actually went through with her word. It seemed she only washed the part of the skirt that was ruined and then dried it off, "That should do the trick."

It wasn't until Arturia left the washroom that Jeanne deemed the coast clear and she exited the stall and hurried to wash her hands. The Frenchwoman had not told her friend about being with Gilgamesh and she knew that the Briton would get very upset with her, so she hoped that they would not run into each other again because it would be very hard to explain it all to Arturia.

"Oh, almost left my watch, good thing I…Jeanne?" The violet-eyed female jumped at the sound of her friend and she turned her head t see Arturia confused out of her mind and furrowing her brows, "What are you doing here?"

"Aha…" Jeanne nervously laughed, "You see…"

[1] They are so gooooood! I know they sound weird but like they are beautiful!

[2] This is sort of a reference to the fact that she heard Saint Michael, Saint Catherine of Sienna and Saint Margerette. So just a little history mixed in ;)