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Some other gems by Tomislac Jagnjic:

The corner of Zelos’ lips twitched with the threat of a smile forming, despite the imagery of both Isaac and Regal blasting him into the next dimension being admittedly a bit terrifying. Thankfully the risk of it ever becoming reality was slim, to none.

He clicked his tongue at how serious Isaac became, lightly swatting him over the head “Ah, don’t get so down, you chump. Just a little friendly advice.” just as quickly as he had tapped Isaac’s head, Zelos crossed his arms over his chest “If the situation were ever to happen, you can come to me, I know a thing or two about sneaking around. One of my closest friends is a ninja, after all.”

Sure he could be sneaky, but he’d probably definitely try and get a certain Chief’s help first.

It was good to joke around with his uncle like this, even if it was at his father’s expense in a way. Really, it would be something to have the power his father commanded in battle. Isaac’s strikes were not heavy hitters and he was frequently told he was more suited for range weapons, but that didn’t stop him from fighting with a sword.

“Ahh-!” Isaac exclaimed more in surprise than pain, rubbing his head were his uncle got him. “Yes, Uncle.” He smiled back. “I’ll be sure to go to you if I ever need your help, I promise.” How lucky was he to have this huge extended family that was willing to help him with whatever life threw at him. Blood didn’t matter between them, because they were a family they all choose to be in.

Zelos clicked his tongue at “Uncle”, trying to hide his mild but obvious flustered expression, it was honestly something that he’d have to get used to. He was releived hearing that Isaac would definitely go to him for help, it lessened his worry, and besides, Zelos always had plenty of connections. Those could always come in handy in so many different ways.

The sudden hug caught Zelos off-guard, but he was quick to react and returned the embrace, he was getting used to all these hugs, they were nice! “Aw I’m being spoiled here, I like this!” The redhead snickered stepping back slipping out of the hug just to pretend to straighten his jacket and take some kind of “official” looking pose.

“But of course I’m the best, why wouldn’t I be~?” it felt odd acting like his old self, but at the same time it was pretty damn appropriate. A grin snuck its way through, ruining the smug look he was going for.  “I’m getting bad at acting like me, maybe I need to find some classes for what it was like being the Chosen again, or something.”

It didn’t take long for Zelos to hear the sounds of a struggle, followed by whining. He followed the source of the almost scuffle-like sounds to find Mimi tangled up, with herself. How? He wasn’t sure, but it looked uncomfortable as hell, and it made Zelos glad his wings could materialize and vanish at will.

Okay and he did feel bad for Mimi, at this rate she was going to end up stripping off all the feathers on her wings, that probably would not be something that she’d want to go through. Did that hurt anyway?

Zelos walked over calmly, and waited for the opportune time to quickly grab her arm “Mimi, HEY! Calm down, you’re going to hurt yourself. Stay still will you!?” he commanded, as he ducked out of the way of her other arm. “GAH! That could have been my eye! I already have way more scars on my face than I ever wanted!” His foot went out from under him and the redhead landed rather ungracefully on the ground with a loud thud, thankfully letting go of Mimi before he fell.

The moment she felt someone grab her arm, she screeched, flailing around more violently in her panicked state. Seeing as how painful her current predicament is, she somewhat forgot that she was asking for help in the first place. It took her a few moments for her to take the time to analyze – and recognize – the voice that was speaking to her.

“D-daddy?” So that means…

Whoops.

“Ouuch...” Zelos slowly shuffled up to his feet, lifting his hand towards Mimi, as if she could see it “I’m fine, just don’t move too much.” He sighed and examined the trap that Mimi tangled herself into. Her wings would probably have to come out first, or try a more painful manner. He grunted to himself, mumbling “These are nothing like my wings,” Zelos breathed in through his teeth “Let’s see what we can do, huh?”

Whelp. This was rather embarrassing. The angel attempted to remove her sweater, but apparently, her wings were not as tucked in against her body as she thought they were. The feather appendages were snagged, rolled up painfully around the fabric as the sweater remained half-tugged up her body. Her face was hidden in her turtleneck, muffled (and pained) whining and yelps escaping due to her current predicament. She struggled in her self-imposed prison, but the flailing of her extra-long sleeves only seemed to make it worse.

                    “W-waaaaahhh…!! I… I’m… stuck–!!”

It didn’t take long for Zelos to hear the sounds of a struggle, followed by whining. He followed the source of the almost scuffle-like sounds to find Mimi tangled up, with herself. How? He wasn’t sure, but it looked uncomfortable as hell, and it made Zelos glad his wings could materialize and vanish at will.

Okay and he did feel bad for Mimi, at this rate she was going to end up stripping off all the feathers on her wings, that probably would not be something that she’d want to go through. Did that hurt anyway?