A Tales of the World : Radiant Mythology One-shot fanfic ^^ Knowing me, this is Stahn + Lion centric.

The idea came about when I had to go collect Bat Blood for some villager in Doplund (spelling?) and I happened to have Lion AND Stahn (woot!) in my party when I brought my little noob to kill those bat buggers.

This is my first attempt at crack, but I’m failing badly I think XD

Genre : Humour (?) , Sap (?)

Warning :  Shounen-ai, Stahn x Lion, little OOC-ness

Summary :

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“Lion! Oii Lion!!” Lion Magnus, sword prodigy, cringed visibly as he caught sight of a bouncing long haired male blonde homing in onto his corner of solitude, armed with two thick black books and two familiar looking Ad Libitum members.

“Did you know?” The above-mentioned blonde, namely Stahn Aileron, gasped excitedly as he reached his fellow magic knight.

Much as he would like to snidely point out “No. I do not possess a special power that lets me predict what my idiot lover is going to say or do, though I would really like to have one right now.” Lion wisely kept his mouth shut tight.

“Nanaly has just released our newest album for the ‘Photo Evaluation Amongst Ad Libitum Members’!” Stahn gushed, somehow managing to sound manly despite his obvious feminine-esque hand wringing.

“And?” Lion grated. If Stahn was interrupting his precious remove-the-damned-stinking-bad-blood-some-stupid-village-woman-fangirl-had-spilt-on-Chaltier session just to ‘appreciate’ some pictures of people whom he could care less about, lover or no, he was going to stab him. With Chaltier. And the stinking bat blood.

“Hooo boy, you don’t need to be so snappish in the morning you know.” The flying cat, Mormo, beside Stahn said.

“And?” Ignoring the flying creature’s disgruntled ‘Che!’, Lion glared at Stahn expectantly, hands still diligently working the wet cloth along Chaltier’s hilt.

“We were looking through the photos this morning and–”

“The main point, Stahn.” Rub, rub, rub.

“I was just getting to it!” The blonde magic knight huffed at being cut off.

Leveling a ‘Well-then-get-on-it’ look at him, Leon waited while Stahn flipped through the pages of one of the books with such speed that the eyes of the two descenders, who had been following the action of his hands, had stilled. Then, with a triumphant “Aha!”, Stahn stopped.

“Here.” Stahn thrusted the opened page into Lion’s face.

After staring at the duplicate of his face, which was surprisingly well captured, for five full seconds, Lion inclined his head curtly and said. “And?”

“Look at this one!” Somehow managing to flip through the other book with only one hand, an extraordinary feat considering the thickness of the book, Stahn set the second book’s open page on the first’s.

Lion stared at the two pages. Two duplicates of Lion stared back at him.

“They are the same. What’s the point of this?” Glaring at the blonde tiredly, and hoping that he would get the hint and leave him alone with his cleaning, Lion said.

“That’s the problem! They are the same!” Stahn exclaimed, seeming to get worked up over that simple fact. Shifting so that the books were now resting on one arm, he stabbed the index finger of his freed hand at the caption below the first picture that read ‘Lion thinks of you as a good friend.’ , “This one is the new one.”

Then he stabbed at the other picture whose caption read ‘Lion is starting to accept you.’, “And this one is half a year ago.”

Snapping the books shut with a loud snap, he continued, “They are the same! You’re not smiling!”

So that’s what this is about.

Despite himself, a crooked grin surfaced on Lion’s face. “And?”

He awaited the impending lecture from the blonde. Ruffling the (almost) forever cheerful Stahn’s feathers had become one of his favourite past times since long ago. And if there was one thing that never failed to irritate Stahn, it was the fact that Lion refused to smile at anyone beside himself.

He had almost made it his personal pet project to induce some Un-Stahn-related laughter or smile from Lion.

Not success so far, however.

Throwing his arms into the air in a universal sign of ‘I Give Up’, Stahn stalked off.

Damn. Lion’s face fell. He’d pushed him too far. He’ll give Stahn some time to rant at some inconsequential objects, or people, before he goes in search for him.

“You were smiling.” The silent youth beside the sniggering cat creature suddenly said.

Lion turned sharply to look at him. The boy in question was poring over the newer of the two books Stahn had shoved at him.

On the page that he was looking at was a photo of Lion in the column ‘Lion’s evaluation of Stahn’. The violet haired youth in the picture was identical to the one alive, with just one tiny difference.

He had a mischievious grin on his face.

After staring at the picture, and the ‘Lion thinks that you are a Country Hick.’ caption below it, with an unreadable expression for yet another five seconds, Lion asked, “This is the only copy of the album, yes?”

Both youth and flying cat nodded.

Removing the book from the young hero-to-be’s hands, tearing the page off of the book and returning the album to the youth before either boy or cat could blink, Lion strolled off with the torn page, cloth and his stinking sword in hand.

Mormo could have sworn he heard the man whistle, but cleverly kept his mouth shut, figuring he would fare better as a descender with his head on than one without.

-Ende-