A/N : It's been two months OAO" I am truly sorry. My life's been busy like crazy now, it feels as if the days just flashes by even before I have any chances to decide what to do.

Oh well, I said I wanted someone to beta-read this, but then I realized that I have kept you waiting for too long already. And it seems like most of you don't really have any problem with my english, ne?

Enough ramblings, eh? I typed this in between studying chemistry, just... enjoy the story!

-disclaimer applies-

"I have told my orders yesterday—why isn't it complete yet? Huh? I will overlook that later. Well just take care of it for now! And I am not tolerating any more disturbance, is that clear?"

Gilgamesh flipped his phone closed hard before tossing it into the side pocket of his suit. He let out a deep sigh as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, making the spiky golden locks gently fall down . Those mongrels wouldn't just leave him alone, even in his already proclaimed free day.

He had enough, he thought, as he casually strode down the sideways. The wind breezed past him gently. He had always liked to walk down the small street. The sidewalks were neatly enclosed by trees, it was clean, and there were rarely any vehicles crossing the street. A perfect place to relax and trace down his thoughts, with no mongrels around to disturb him.

As he was nearing the end of the street, something caught his attention.

It was a girl with golden locks. There should be nothing special about her—typical seifuku*, dark blue handbag, nearly tied hair—except for the katana she held firmly in her right hand; although that was also nothing too special about someone (surely some people like to carry around katanas once in a while). But there was something about her that locked his eyes, stunning his moves. Maybe it was how she slightly gleams in the warm sunlight, or just her natural charm of being a woman? Oh, he wouldn't know. Women are such simple, yet complicated creatures afterall.

Gilgamesh pondered. What was she doing, standing quietly with her head up? Observing a little bit more, she seemed to be staring at something in the old doll store's display in front of her. After eyeing it, he supposed it was the big lion plushie which stood out from the entire dollsacks.

Heh, quite an unusual sight, for a highschool girl to get so infatuated with a doll, Gilgamesh thought as he chuckled and walked away.

Never did he know that he'd even recall the memory of that day, nor make it into some use.

Saber narrowed her eyes, her mouth clamped closed to a frown. Her hands were crossed as she stood motionlessly, her gaze piercing the object in front of her intensely.

The lion plushie stared back with all of its innocence. Saber glared back. The one-sided staring contest had lasted for a while now. Saber, uncertain whether she should return the unexpected gift or not, continued the dilemma she had inside her head.

She didn't want to receive anything from that conceited bastard, yet the lion's gaze warmly invited her, pleading to stay. She'd wanted the doll for quite a long time, and she had asked about it to the store owner the other day—the doll wasn't sold anywhere but in that old store, and it was the last one in the store's stock. What would happen to the doll if she returned it? She couldn't find any use Gilgamesh would've made of it—except if he had some secret obsession over cute things or something. Maybe he would throw it away. She normally wouldn't care about his ways of things; however, it was the last stock; thus she couldn't let that happen.

But still, she didn't have any intention of owing something to him. What should she do to the damn doll?

The clock seemed to tick louder, reminding Saber that time wouldn't just get all friendly and wait for her decision-making process. Surely she was all dressed and ready as she always got up early, but she had been wasting her time staring at the doll for quite a while, and if she didn't leave soon, she could be late. The lion stared questioningly.

Well? Are you going to take me or not?

The emerald-eyed lady groaned in frustration.

"Urgh…"

…

Luckily, an idea struck her mind just in time.

Why didn't she think of it sooner?

Saber mentally cheered.

She could just pay Gilgamesh the money, that way the doll would not be a present from him! It would take a week for her to collect enough money—by not buying anything at all—but it was the best and only solution she could get. She could keep the last stock for herself, she wouldn't owe anything to him, and all would be over—everyone would be happy.

Victoriously nodding to herself (and the doll), Saber took her belongings and left for school.

"Morning, Saber!"

Saber glanced over her shoulder at the calling of her name. Shiro, along with their usual gang—Rin, Sakura and Lancer—casually approached closer and sat in their seat—which was mostly near her.

"Morning," Saber replied shortly.

"What's up? It's quite rare for you to show up this late," Shiro asked.

"First of all, Shiro, I must correct you—that I am not late at all. In fact there's still five more minutes before lesson starts," saber persisted.

"Well, you usually arrive about 20 minutes early if you're not going with us to do your stuffs, but you didn't do either of those today…" Shiro pondered with doubt, raising his brows.

Saber sighs. "It's nothing important."

The bell cut their small talk and the teacher came in. The day went on normally—teacher explaining boring lesson, Saber taking notes enthusiastically, assignments given, and so on. However, it felt disturbingly longer than usual to Saber as she tried to ignore her former concerns and focus on the lesson instead.

That was why, when the bell rang—signing the end of the lessons—Saber exhaled full of relief. Quickly, she packed her belongings and stood up.

"Saber!"

She was ready to take off when Rin called out.

"Yes?"

"We're going to the karaoke today. Wanna join us?"

"I'll pass," Saber replied flatly.

Sakura furrowed her eyebrows. "But why? Don't worry, A-chan will pay for us-she will even pay all the meals."

"I have… some important business."

Rin furrowed her brows-that was quite unusual, for her bestfriend to reject such offer. Saber looked away, giving an aura that signaled her reluctancy in discussing the subject. Knowing the blonde woman so well, Rin and Sakura glanced at each other, raising their brows. "Okay then. Good luck," Rin patted her shoulder's before turning away, joining a small crowds of other students.

Saber nodded at their understanding before proceeding to exit the class. Now that she was free, where could that man possibly be? She needed to discuss about the matter quickly, since it seemed to bother her so much. The quicker she could get rid of that problem, the better.

Yes, she shouldn't let that stupid spiky blonde bother her any longer.

After walking for a while, Saber found herself walking along the riverbanks of the southern part of the town. She had spent the last hour trying to find Gilgamesh—strolling around her school, checking the park, even going to his highschool, which resulted in some rather awkward situations.

The riverbanks were rather quiet that day. Saber closed her eyes and enjoyed the peaceful silence as the wind breezed past her blonde locks. Well, maybe that day was not her lucky day after all. Maybe she should give up for today—it's not like he would be gone by morning or anything. Maybe she should continue the search the next day.

That was what she thought, until she saw a speck of golden in the distance.

At first, she nearly didn't recognize him, due to unusual state of his usual spiky hair. But as she was walking near, she couldn't help but to get stunned.

His hair...

It was down.

Saber unconsciously stared as the wind breezed past it, making it look perfectly normal, even soft and gentle. The strands shone gently in the evening sunlight.

He had an unreadable expression, with his blood pools staring off to the distance, looking deep in thought.

And as if that was not enough for a shock, he wore a suit. A black, expensive-looking business suit with white shirt which seemed to match him really well.

What was the famous delinquent of the district doing wearing a suit with his hair looking perfectly normal?!

Before Saber can break her shocked gaze, Gilgamesh realized her presence, and he smiled as he turned his head. "Well, well, if it isn't the King of Swords."

Saber gawked. "E-err… I…"

"What is it?" he chuckled. "Are you giving in to my marvelous charm?"

Saber shook her head, mentally facepalming. "No, Gilgamesh, not a chance," she denied shortly, making the blonde man smirk annoyingly. She pondered. "It's just that… you look… unexpectedly different."

"This?" he gestured to his suit. "Does this really make you that surprised? Well, I am a manager of a company afterall. I must take care of it once in a while, too," he explained casually.

Saber blinked. "You are—what?"

He chuckled, casually waving the question away. "Heh, no need to get that shocked. So, for what matter do I owe you this pleasure?" he asked, quickly assuming her purpose.

Saber, reading his reluctancy, decided to not ask further. A little nervously, she cleared her throat. "It's about… err, your present."

"Why, did you like my present?" Gilgamesh grinned. "Of course, my presents are of highest quality. Surely I understand, I accept your gratitude."

"That's not it, Gilgamesh," Saber quickly interrupted. "You see… I don't want anything from you."

Gilgamesh raised his brows.

"Well, but it was the last one left, and don't you dare to tell this to anyone, but I've been wanting that doll for quite a while," she abruptly explained. "However, I don't want to owe anything from you, thus, I will pay for that doll, no matter what price you set."

Gilgamesh stared at her with raised brows, before chuckling.

"Woman… what makes you think that I would want anything from you? Even money?" he proudly crossed his arms. "I don't need money, as you can see."

"I still will pay you, regardless you need it or not."

Gilgamesh looked at her sharply, smirking. "It was a prize. My prize. To give that to you or not was my choice, not yours. And… it's not like I will have any need for the thing anyway. So just accept the thing and rejoice."

Saber was left speechless. "But…"

Gilgamesh smirked again. "Fine, pay me with whatever little money you have in your pockets. How will you feel, eh, if I throw those little result of your effort away, letting the wind carry it to the big river?" he asked tauntingly. "Would you prefer that?"

Saber furrowed her eyebrows angrily—it was true that when she hands over the money, it was his choice to do anything with it, but wasting it away like that… she just couldn't bear well the idea of wasting things.

Gilgamesh stared amusingly as the blonde woman in front of him sunk in her little dilemma of choice. He snorted. "Just keep your little allowance to yourself, woman, and maybe use it to buy another stupid doll, I don't care," he spat, waving it away casually.

Saber held her rage down, finally surrendering. Her emerald orbs pierced his ruby orbs. "Still, I don't want to owe you anything. I will surely pay you back, although I still don't know in what way," she persisted.

Gilgamesh stared playfully. The woman never cease to entertain him. "Hmm… then..,"

He pondered as she stared with anticipation.

"How about you being my Queen, eh?"

A/N : Yeah, kinda shorter than I intended it to be =="" school have sucked my creativity away these days... with all those exams and assignments. Plus, I have some work in designing things, so...Oh well.

By the way, please, If you want to beta-read this, although it is posted already, go ahead. I'd be happy if you point out the mistakes and maybe suggest something that will make the story awesomer.

And... was that enough romance, people? ;) I'm sorry, tell me if this escalated too quickly.

And yes, Gilgamesh got his own company-he's just that awesome. He doesn't always manage everything by himself though, he's smart enough to hire vice-directors he could just give orders as his right hands, and... well, I wouldn't do the long explanation here now.

I'll try to update sooner. Just...pray for me ;w;

and last but not least... Review, ne? ;w;/ it's one of my biggest fuel in writing these stories. Critique, comments, anything and I'll love ya~!

Aisu