You’ve Got Mail – Slayers’ Style

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Disclaimers: I do not own Slayers or the movie You’ve Got Mail and I’m not making any profit whatsoever from this fanfic.

AN: I just watched You’ve Got Mail on TNT and I guess I sorta felt like writing a Slayers fic for it...^^      

BTW, this is Zel/Lina


Lina Inverse woke up to the sound of someone knocking at her door.

“Just a sec!” she called as she yawned, putting on her favorite red robe.

She quickly tried to fix her messy hair in the mirror beside the intercom as she opened her apartment door.

“Good morning. I came over to….uhhhh……well, I forgot. But I’m here!” said her boyfriend Gourry, as cheerful and slow-witted as ever.

“Good morning, Gourry,” Lina said, trying her best not to strangle him for interrupting her beauty sleep.

“Uhhh…” Gourry said again looking down at his hand. “Oh yeah! I brought you breakfast!”

Lina looked at the bag of half-squished donuts and smiled. Then she looked at her watch.

“Gourry, it’s almost 8:00! Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Huh? Oh yeah! Oops, I knew I was forgetting something…”

Lina leaned against the doorframe and sighed as she watched Gourry go running off down the hall, crashing into several people as he hastily shouted a good bye over his shoulder.

‘Speaking of which, school starts in half an hour…’ she thought as she rushed back into her apartment.


Zelgadiss Greywords sat at his computer, munching on an apple and tapping his fingers impatiently as he waited for his modem to connect.

“Man, I really need to get DSL…” he muttered, mouth half full.

“You’ve got mail” came the monotone voice.

“Finally…” Zelgadiss smiled one of his rare smiles, though the bit of apple in his teeth ruined the Kodak moment…

He quickly clicked on the e-mail from Firefly titled “Sasha” and began to read aloud:

Sasha is my dog. She loves sunsets as much as I do although she likes eating the fireflies that come out in the twilight while I prefer just to watch them. She is an extremely fast runner and she was once offered a tryout for the Olympic track team, but turned it down in favor of sleeping on the couch 18 hours a day and getting table scraps. Don’t you just love New York in the fall? It makes the start of another year of school almost bearable. At least this year will be my last…until college at least. And then of course after that there’s work, year round, till you finally save up enough money to retire only to be so old and frail all you can do is sit around the house all day playing bingo with your cats. Is it just me or does this way of life seem somewhat pointless? Oh, well. Sorry for being so pessimistic, but school starts today and as you can probably guess I’m not looking forward to it. Speaking of which, I have 15 minutes till I’m late, so, since I think it’d be quite a start off on the wrong foot with my teachers if I’m late on the first day, I’ll end this here by saying that I hope your school day starts later than mine because I wouldn’t want you to be sleep-deprived when I’m complaining to you about how bad my day went later this afternoon."

Zelgadiss smiled as he finished his apple and grabbed a glass of orange juice. Even though he had never met her, he could somehow picture her sneaking into class long after the bell had rung. He chuckled quietly to himself, then choked and sprayed orange juice all over the wall as he notice the time on the clock.

“Oh shit! School starts in 3 minutes!!!”


Lina sat with her head on her desk drumming her pencil and trying to stay awake as her history teacher went on about the preliminary outline of the War of 1812. 10 minutes into her first class and her eyelids were already beginning to droop. ‘How am I going to make it through a whole day of this torture?’ she thought…or she thought she thought.

“Miss Inverse, would you like to share something with the rest of the class?”

‘…I said that out loud?!?’ she thought, and she made sure to think it this time.

“Uhhh….no, Mr. Hemmingway, I uhhhh…..I was just ummm…” she stuttered out her would-be excuse, he mind drawing a complete blank, when suddenly the door to the classroom opened to reveal a young man of about 17 with what looked to be an orange juice stain on the front of his shirt…


"Hey, Lina, what do you think of that new kid? I think his name was 'Zelgadiss' or something."

"What do you mean?" she asked her best friend, Filia. She didn't like where this was going...Filia was a great friend and all and she meant well, but she tended to try to set Lina up on dates without telling her about it...

"Weeeellll......I kinda notices he was looking at you in history class today."


"...hehe...I bet he likes you......"

"...Hah. Yeah right, when hell freezes over. Besides, I've got Gourry."

"You're still going out with that guy? I thought you hated him."

"What makes you think I hate him?"

"Well, let's see," Filia pretended to be deep in thought. "Last week you gave him a black eye, three days ago you almost broke his arm, yesterday morning you hit him pretty hard with that dictionary and--"

"Alright, alright! I get the picture. So he annoys me a little at times. That doesn't mean anything."


"It doesn't mean anything! Look, I've got to get to class. See ya later."



Zelgadiss looked at his schedule. Fencing next. Finally something he liked. And soon this day from hell would be over.

He sighed and tried to find his way to the gym.


Lina looked at her schedule. She grinned. Fencing. Now she'd get to take out some of her anger on the unlucky bastard who was stuck with her as their sparring partner.

She hurried to the gym, an evil-looking grin plastered on her face.


"Zelgadiss Greywords, I've heard a lot of good things about you." Said the fencing teacher, Mr. Metallium, who insisted on being addressed by his first name, Xelloss (though quite a few people preferred to address him by other names, like 'fruitcake' and 'namagomi'). He was a young teacher, barely out of college, but he was said to be a prodigy in both fencing and martial arts.

He continued, this time addressing the entire class. "As the instructor of this class, it's my job to make sure you are all challenged to the full extent of your abilities. Therefore, I have spent quite a bit of time pairing all of you up with sparing partners of equal skill to that of your own. Those of you who were not part of my class last year, as I do not know the exact level of your skill until I have seen you fight, I will most likely have to have you switch partners a few times before I am satisfied with the pairings.

"Also, for those of you who do not know already, Zelgadiss here has transferred from one of the private schools to the north where his skill with a sword is greatly renowned. I am hoping that our dear Lina will finally have a worthy adversary this year."

Lina smirked. 'A renowned swordsman, huh? Finally, someone worth fighting.'

Zelgadiss smirked. 'So she's the top of the class, huh? This'll be a piece of cake.'


Lina dodged another blow, quickly regaining her balance. She didn’t like where this was headed. Zelgadiss was gaining the upper hand. And he knew it, too. The jerk.

She lunged at him. He jumped, then using the wall as a springboard, he flipped over her head and landed gracefully behind her.



Zelgadiss smirked. This brat must finally be getting a taste of her own medicine. She had an ego the size of Seattle and if there’s one thing in the world that Zelgadiss hated most, it was egos.

He slashed out at her. She dodged. He expected that. He slammed his sword hilt into her stomach and she fell to her knees.

He threw his sword to the ground. “Looks like I win.”

Slowly, Lina raised her eyes to meet his. He almost flinched from the look of pure hatred burning in her firey eyes. 

“You may have one this match, but mark my words, jerk, it’s not over yet.”

“We’ll see…”

Then he left.


As Lina walked down the hall to her locker, she could feel the eyes of every student burning into her. She could hear the whispers as she passed. But she wouldn’t look away. She wouldn’t look down. She wouldn’t give them any proof that the rumors of her defeat were true. She wouldn’t let that jerk humiliate her any more than he already had. She was Lina Inverse. She could make it through this.

Silently, she grabbed her stuff from her locker and left the building, not bothering to wait for her friend Sylphiel who usually walked home with her.

She just wanted to get home. And e-mail Steel.

(AN: I put that Lina was walking home. Yet she's in high school and has her own apartment. No, i'm not trying to contradict myself. It's just that even though I've never been to New York, i get the impression that it's almost impossible to find any parking spaces. And about taking the bus? Let's just say Lina lives close enough to walk. ^_^;;)

Zelgadiss was just sitting down at his computer when and instant message box popped up. (btw, I kinda hate aol, so let’s just say that this is YIM, k? I know, yahoo doesn’t say “You’ve got mail”, but so what? I’m allowed at least one plot hole!! Besides, the title just wouldn’t sound right if it were ‘Slayers - *beeping sound*’)

hey, u online? It read.

ya. sup?

bad day

what happened?

this jerk humiliated me

what’d he do? ‘…I swear,’ he thought. ‘If I ever get my hands on this guy I’ll…’

he beat me. at the only thing i’m really good at. and after he beat me, he just laughed.

…i'm sorry. he sounds like a cold-hearted bastard. you shouldn’t worry about it. people like that aren’t worth the time of day. besides, knowing you, you’ll just come back and kick his sorry @$$ twice as bad tomorrow, right?

…ya. thanx, steel. 

for what?

for making me feel better.  :)

oh. you’re welcome, I guess   Zel’s face was glowing neon red.

k, well, i g2g. sasha wants to go for a walk

ok. tlk 2 u l8r

ya. l8r 


Lina walked through the park, the serenity of the place calming her. Sasha was examining all of the flowers along the side of the path. Lina smiled as sunlight filtered through the tree leaves, dotting the patches of shade with rays of light.

Lina loved going for walks almost as much as her dog. They always gave her time to think.

‘Hmm…I wonder why Sylphiel hasn’t called asking where I was earlier. That’s not like her. When I get back, I’d better call and apologize.’

As she turned the corner towards the center of the park, she saw two figures in the gazebo. Her jaw dropped in shock and a tear found its way down her cheek.


“Lina, what’s wrong? Lina? Lina?!” Filia shouted, chasing after her friend. Lina had been acting strange. Something was seriously wrong, and she knew it wasn’t just that jerk from fencing class yesterday.

Lina stopped abruptly in the middle of the hall and turned to face Filia, clutching her school books to her chest, her eyes full of anger and betrayal.

“You really want to know what’s wrong?? I saw Gourry kissing Sylphiel yesterday, that’s what’s wrong!!”

Tears threatened to spill from Lina’s eyes as she ran down the hall. This time, Filia didn’t run after her.


Lina sat under a large tree near the football field. She hadn’t gone to class. And no one had bothered looking for her, either. She didn’t care. She just wanted to be left alone.

Vaguely, her mind registered the sound of the school bell signaling lunch. She stayed where she was. She wasn’t hungry.

‘At least nobody’ll bother me here.’ She thought. Students weren’t allowed on this half of the school grounds during the lunch hour.

And so she sat, hugging her knees and staring off into space with lost eyes.

She didn’t hear someone approaching.


As Zelgadiss had sat in chemistry class, he tried not to fall asleep from utter boredom. After all, he had heard the strange rumors about the experiments the chemistry teacher, Rezo, was said to do on students caught sleeping in his class. There was a reason why Xellos’s hair was purple.

He glanced out the window and did a double-take.

Was that Lina? No, it couldn’t be. She looked like she was crying. But why…? ‘Oh, don’t be an idiot,’ he thought to himself. ‘You did that to her and you know it. You humiliated her for no reason.’ As he stared out the window, a feeling of guilt began eating at him from inside.

‘I have to go talk to her. Maybe I can apologize.’

As the bell rang for lunch, he headed out towards the football field.


“Are you ok?” came a soft voice.

Lina didn’t even look up. She knew who it was. “Go away.”

Zelgadiss sat down across from her.

“I said go away, jerk.”

“Look, I just came to say—“

“Are you deaf or something?!” she shouted, raising her eyes to meet his. He saw the tear streaks. “I said go away! Leave me alone!! The last thing I want to hear right now is you or…your stupid gloating! You won already, alright?! Alright?? You won, so now just…just…just leave me alone!!” She was crying again. And she knew it, and hated herself for it. He was the last person she ever wanted to cry in front of.

Zelgadiss’s temper got the better of him. “Fine! You want to be left alone?! Well, I’m leaving! Go on, now you can wallow in you self pity for a long as you like, you pathetic egotistical brat!!”

And with that he stalked off.


That night Zelgadiss tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his conscience eating him alive. Finally, he decided to e-mail Firefly.

As he sat down at the computer, he typed: (AN: btw, all the letters in this next part are direct quotes from the movie…)

“Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s Box of all the secret hateful parts – your arrogance, your spite, your condescension – has sprung open. Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, you zing them. Hello, it’s Mr. Nasty. I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about.”


Lina sat down at her computer. She had called in sick today.  

“You’ve got mail”

She almost smiled. Almost.

She read Steel’s letter, then clicked Reply.

“I know what you mean and I’m completely jealous. What happens to me when I’m provoked is that I get tongue-tied. My mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to think of what I should have said.”

She thought about telling him that she had broken up with her boyfriend, but she didn’t think now seemed like the right time. So she clicked send.


Zelgadiss sat down at one of the computers in study hall. He hated this class. It was so boring. He never really had homework at his old school, so he usually just used the time to check e-mail.

He smiled as he read the one from Firefly.

Then he typed:

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you and then I would never behave badly and you could behave badly all the time and we’d both be happy?”
He started.

Just then, two girls sat down at the computers across from him and he happened to hear some of their conversation.

“Hey, did you hear about that Lina girl?”

“The one who was top of the fencing class till that new guy got here?”

“Ya. Do you know why she’s not here today?”

“No, why?”

“I heard that her boyfriend cheated on her. With one of her best friends, too!”

“Wasn’t she going out with Gourry Gabriev?”

“Ya. For almost an entire year, too.”


‘Was that why she was crying?’ thought Zelgadiss. He almost smacked himself on the head. ‘Why did I just have to say all that mean stuff to her…?’

Before his guilt could tear into him even deeper, he remembered his unfinished e-mail. He continued typing:

“On the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.”

He thought a moment. He really needed someone to talk to about this whole guilt thing…but he wasn’t sure if he could type about it in a letter…



…But maybe…

No, it was stupid.

…Just maybe…

Slowly he began to type.

“Do you think…”

…did he dare finish the question?

What would she say?

Would she even answer?

…what if she agreed…?

“…we should meet?”



Lina sat there, frozen.

“…meet???” she repeated.

She took a deep breath and a smile slowly found its way across her face for the first time in days.

Slowly, she clicked the Reply button.

I’d love to.”


Zelgadiss came in the door of his apartment and hung his coat in the closet. He turned his laptop on and went into the kitchen for a snack.

“You’ve got mail.”

He rushed back over to the laptop, hoping the mail was from Firefly. He grinned. It was.

“…’I’d love to’? She really wants to meet!!” He almost danced around the room just then.

“How about that coffee shop that just opened up down the street from the mall? Say, 7:00 this Friday?”

This time Zelgadiss
did dance around the room.


Lina sat at the table by the window, tapping her fingers nervously. She was wearing a bright red jacket that was wet from the rain, dark blue jeans, and black boots. And she was holding a single white rose…just like they had agreed.

The waitress came by and she ordered another cup of hot cocoa.

She looked at her watch. He was only 10 minutes late…but to her it felt like she had been waiting an hour.

What if he forgot?

No, he wasn’t like that…he would never forget something like this.

What if he got lost?

She hoped not…she really didn’t want him to be stuck outside in a storm like this…

What if he had stood her up?

…no! He wasn’t like that at all. Sure, she had read about all those people online who are never who they claim to be…but…….that wasn’t him. He said he would come, so he’d come.

What if he had already came?

What if he had took one look at her and left?

Lina unconsciously ran her fingers through her unruly hair and sighed.

She looked into her now-empty cup of hot cocoa.

‘Where is he?’


Zelgadiss ran down the street, shoving past people in his way.

He was late.

As he approached the coffee shop he stopped to catch his breath under an overhang.

He pulled back his hood and ran a hand through his lavender hair.

Just then something caught his eye.

In the window of the coffee shop he saw someone holding a white rose.

‘She came!’

He stepped forward, trying to get a better view of her face…….and he froze.



Lina started on her 4th cup of hot cocoa.

‘He isn’t coming…’

She stared blankly out into the rain.

Just then someone sat down across from her.

For a split second, hope shimmered in her eyes.

Then she saw who it was.

“That seat’s reserved.”

“That’s a pretty flower you’ve got there. Who’s it for?”

“Do you mind?” Anger flashed in Lina’s eyes.

“Roses that white are hard to come by, especially at this time of year. That must have cost you quite a bit of money.”

“Would you please leave.” She said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll leave as soon as your friend comes, alright?” Zelgadiss smiled disarmingly.

Lina glared at him.


“Now that’s kind of harsh. You barely even know me.” Zelgadiss said calmly.

“If I really knew you, I know what I would find – Instead of a brain, a calculator, instead of a heart, a chunk of ice!”

As soon as she realized what she had just said, Lina opened her mouth in shock.

“What is it?”

“I just had a breakthrough and I have you to thank for it. For the first time in my life, when confronted with a horrible, insensitive person I actually knew what I wanted to say and I said it.”

“I think you have a gift for it. It was a splendid mixture of poetry and meanness.”

“Meanness? Let me tell you–“

“Don’t misunderstand me, I’m just paying you a compliment.”

Lina glared.

Zelgadiss picked up the rose, twirling it.

“Hey! Give that back!” Lina grabbed for it but Zelgadiss held it out of her reach.

“Yes…this rose would definitely cost a bit of money…funny, I always thought that a person like you would rather die than bother spending money on someone besides yourself...”

“Well, then, I guess you don’t know me very well, either.”

Lina held her hand out.

“Give it to me.” she demanded.

Zelgadiss made to hand her the rose, but then pulled his hand back at the last second.

“It’s a joke to you, isn’t it?” he asked. “Everything’s a joke to you.”

Lina grabbed the rose from him. “Please leave. I beg you.”

Zelgadiss sighed and stood up…

…then sat down at the table behind her.

A bell jingled as the front door opened. Lina looked up.

A large, overweight man entered, looking around. Lina didn’t know why, but he seemed to remind her strongly of the comic book guy from the Simpson’s.

“I am going to take a wild guess that that isn’t him, either.” Zelgadiss muttered from behind her. “Who is he, I wonder? Will you be mean to him, too? Will you start out sweet as sugar candy then suddenly, miraculously, like a bolt from the blue, find that sharp little tongue of yours?”

“No, I won’t. Because the man who’s coming here tonight is completely unlike you. The man who is coming here is kind and funny – he has the most wonderful sense of humor –“

“But he’s not here.”

“If he’s not here, he has a reason, because there is not a cruel or careless bone in his body. I can’t expect you to know anything about a person like that.”

There was an empty silence between them. Finally, Zelgadiss stood up.

“That’s my cue. Good night.”

Zelgadiss turned and left, leaving Lina alone with her thoughts.


Lina trudged into her apartment, tossing the rose in the trashcan. She slumped down at her computer and clicked on her e-mail.

No new messages.

She sighed, a single tear making its way down her cheek. She shut her computer off and went to bed.


Filia was standing outside Mr. Hemmingway’s history classroom when the bell rang. As Lina stepped out, Filia came up behind her.

“Lina. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Lina turned around.

“Lina, please. I’m your friend, and I’m worried about you!”

“Nothing’s wrong, Filia.” Lina said, with no emotion whatsoever.

“Don’t lie to me Lina. Please.”

“Filia…” Lina started.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me everything, just…….just tell me if you’re gonna be ok. Alright…?”

“…don’t worry about me, Filia. I’ll be ok. I just need a little time to think.” Lina said, managing a small smile.

“…ok. Thanks. Just promise me, though, that you’ll remember that I’m always here if you want to talk, k?”

“I promise.”


Lina sat down at her computer that afternoon, a look of grim determination on her face. She began typing.

“I have been thinking of you. Last night I went to meet you and you weren’t there. I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish. As I waited, someone else showed up, a man who has made my social life a misery, and an amazing thing happened – I was able, for the first time in my life, to say the exact thing I wanted to say when I wanted to say it. And of course, afterwards, I felt terrible. Just as you said I would. I was cruel, and I’m never cruel. At least not that cruel. And even though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this guy – to him, I’m just a bug to be crushed – but what if it did? No matter what he’s done to me, there’s no excuse for my behavior. Anyway, you are my dear friend and so I wanted to talk to you. I hope you have a good reason for not being there last night, but if you don’t and if we never talk again, I just want to tell you how much it has meant to me to know you were there.”


Zelgadiss stared at the screen, mixed feelings etched across his face. Finally, he shut down his computer and went to the kitchen to get some dinner.

He tried cooking but he couldn’t concentrate. Finally, he gave up and decided to go to bed. He passed his computer on the way.

He stopped, staring at the black screen.

Finally, he walked in, sat down, and started typing.

“I am in Vancouver.”

He started at the screen. Then he hit the delete button.

“I was stuck in an interview which I couldn’t get out of, and there was no phone.”

He hit delete again and erased ‘and there was no phone.’

“The electricity went out in the building and we were trapped on the 18th floor and the telephone system blew, too.”

Zelgadiss sat there, reading what he had just typed.

“…amazingly enough.”

He sighed in frustration and deleted the whole thing. Then he started over.

“Dear friend: I cannot tell you what happened to me last night, but I beg you from the bottom of my heart to forgive me for not being there.”

He deleted ‘for not being there’ and resumed typing.

“-for what happened. I feel terrible that you found yourself in a situation that caused you additional pain. But I’m absolutely sure that whatever you said last night was provoked, even deserved. And everyone says things they regret when they’re worried or stressed. You were expecting to see someone you trusted and met the enemy instead. The fault is mine. Someday I’ll explain everything. Meanwhile, I’m still here. Talk to me.”


Lina finished reading Steel’s e-mail, then hurriedly shut down the computer and left for school, her face and emotionless mask.


Zelgadiss stared out the window of the chemistry classroom. She wasn’t at the tree yet. But he knew she would be. She had been there every day this week so far.

Only at lunch, though.

Only to avoid the crowds…and the questions….

…Only for a little bit of peace and quiet.

At least, he assumed that was the case. With Lina, he was never sure. She was so unpredictable.

But she had been going to all of her classes…all, that is, except for fencing.

He was startled back into reality at the sound of the bell.

Slowly, he gathered his books and stood up. He sighed as he took one final look out the window before making up his mind.


Lina gathered her books and closed her locker. She walked down the halls, her face, for all the world, made it appear that nothing was wrong. But her eyes…her eyes hid nothing.


Zelgadiss sat down under the tree. Lina wasn’t there yet, but he knew she was coming.

He absently twirled in his fingers the rose he planned to give her. A red rose. Not white. He didn’t want to remind her of last Friday.

Then he had an idea.

Grinning to himself he set the rose down and approached the tree…


Lina was staring off into space as she walked up to her favorite spot. It was surprising she didn’t trip over anything. But then something at the base of the tree caught her eye…

…something red.

“What’s this? A rose?” Lina muttered, picking it up.

She glanced around, hoping to find out who left it. There was no one in sight.

Slowly, she sat down beneath the tree, glancing at the rose. It was beautiful…the most brilliant shade of red she had seen in her life.

She searched the ground nearby for some sort of letter or clue as to the identity of the person who left it. She found none.

She sighed and leaned back against the trunk.

“…This rose probably wasn’t meant for me, anyway…”


Lina almost jumped out of her skin right then. She spun around, looking up to see Zelgadiss sitting in one of the branches, smiling.

Surprisingly, Lina’s first reaction wasn’t to glare. Or to shout, or insult, or injure. Instead, she simply stood there, gaping.

“…Boo?” Zelgadiss ventured.

“Wha-What are you doing here?” Lina said, her mind finally catching up with the present.

“Pretending to be a bird. Or a squirrel perhaps.”

Lina raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned.

“Kidding, I’m kidding…actually I came to give you that flower.” He said, gesturing to the rose she apparently forgot she was holding.

“…and I came to apologize.”

“Oh, really?” she smirked.

“Yes, really. I wanted to say sorry for being such a jerk to you. I didn’t mean it.”

“…really?” This time her tone was sincere.


Lina was amazed. For once, she was having a normal conversation with him. No yelling or name calling or icy glares…

‘You know,’ she thought. ‘He can be really nice when he wants to be…’

He gave her a sideways look. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Lina shook her head, keeping her eyes focused on the ground, knowing she was probably blushing. “Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

There was an awkward silence.

“You know…,” Zelgadiss started. “The view’s quite nice from up here.”

“Can I see?”

Zelgadiss scooted over some, making room for Lina, who then climbed up.

She gasped. “Wow...It’s amazing,” she said in awe as she looked out over the horizon. (AN: the school is on a hill. Why? Because I said so.=P)

Zelgadiss pointed to a building in the distance.

“See that? The big stone building? That’s my old school.”

“Wow. That place is huge!”

“Yeah…You wouldn’t believe how many times I got lost and ended up walking into broom closets…”

Lina looked at him oddly.

“They didn’t label doors very well…”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. Zelgadiss laughed, too.

They were interrupted by the sound of the school bell ringing in the distance.


“…I guess we’d better get to class, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Lina slowly climbed down from the tree, while Zelgadiss simply jumped.

“You know, one of these days you’re going to break a leg doing that…” Lina scolded.

“Who, me?” he asked innocently, then continued with a fake British accent, “Never! It’s all in the landing.” 

Lina giggled as she jumped the last 3 feet from the tree, stumbling slightly as she landed.

“By jove, you think I’ll break a leg, do you? Well, with landings like that, you’re lucky you can walk!”

Lina nearly collapsed in fits of giggles then, teary eyed and clutching her stomach as she saw the comically indignant look on Zel’s face.

‘Wow…he sure is cute when he does that…’ she thought.  

‘Wow…she’s so pretty when she laughs…’

Lina slowly stopped laughing and looked into Zel’s eyes and he did the same.

Zel smiled slightly.

“You know, Zel…I--“

“*AHEM* Shouldn’t you two students be in class?!”

They both turn to see Naga, the new security guard, standing behind them, arms crossed and foot tapping.

‘Uh-oh…’ they both thought.


sorry it took so long....hopefully its well worth it. ^_^ sorry, but i felt like writing something really light-hearthed to counter my current mood...what, with what's going on in america lately...i'm so worried about my friends and family....~_~   *stops train of before things get really gloomy*
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