All right, I challenged myself to do two things...

1) write drabbles, or at least short fics...

2) do a VERY hard pairing.

Since there are hardly any Genis/Zelos fics out there, I thought I might as well try...

There will probably not be any "descriptive" scenes, so don't get your hopes high if you like them.

They'll all be rated T, because Zelos is Zelos and because of the pairing, I MIGHT rate M if he starts having nasty thoughts...

And there isn't really a chronology... if any of the chapters actually fit together, I will tell you

Well, I hope you all enjoy.

WARNING: this is shonen ai, and with a huge age difference, so if it irks you, be on your way and don't waste your precious time nor mine by flaming.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia, I don't even own a copy (sigh)




There were three things Zelos Wilder couldn't resist, and he probably wouldn't admit to any of them, even under torture.

The first one was his love of Kawai. For all he played the pervert and acted high and mighty, he would still go "awwww" inwardly at the sight of a rabbit (though the oversized and biting species that had developed all over Tethe'alla recently really got on his nerves), hide a small smile at two kids kissing when they thought no one saw them, and think fondly of all the stuffed animals he sued to have when he was younger and had hidden in a closet somewhere in his huge mansion when puberty and male ego had come calling.

The second, and the one he would probably admit if he had no choice, and wanted to keep the other two hidden, was girls who resisted him. The teary-eyed, submissive kind were cool when he was getting angsty and needed someone to keep him occupied at night, or to get random objects… or even to show off in front of other men or of the girls he really was interested in, but they just bored him. When he woke up the next day next to them, he would get this feeling of panic, of aimlessness, and an urge to get away fast. When girls resisted him, he had this wonderful feeling of finally having to work for something, a rare thing for someone who was born both extremely rich and with the title of Chosen of Mana. Not that this title meant anything to him, but most of the girls just melted into his arms because he was handsome and famous, and he hated that. He wanted to get to love like everyone else, so he kept hunting the rare girls who pushed him away, in the hope that he would manage to win one of them genuinely.

The third, and probably weirdest thing was his fetish for extravagant hair. This was one of the reasons he still loved to flirt with the elves and half-elves, even if they were more trouble than they were worth( how they managed to be submissive and at the same time refuse him he had no idea). He loved blue, purple and green hair… But white was a rare treat, not often seen even amongst the said elven and half-elven population, and it was by far the most striking. He had no idea where this taste came from… it probably made him feel normal in comparison… or maybe he just liked the extravagance.

When he'd been given both by Cruxis and by the King the order to keep tags on the group from Sylvarant and any that might join them, he had been downcast at first. He had better things to do, and for all he liked the adventure, he deeply hated Cruxis. He might be siding with them, but they had made him into the Chosen, they had taken his freedom away, and he wasn't about to forgive that. So he had come along and acted as he usually did to hide his bitterness, and had nearly laughed when he saw the women in the group he was supposed to stay with. Little Presea, with her pink hair, and overall cuteness… Colette, who ignored all his perverted comments not because she thought she was above him but because she was too innocent to understand them… Raine, with her gorgeous white hair and her cutting answers… and then Sheena, whom he already knew and appreciated, for all he acted his usual mindless flirt around her. She was one of his first targets, and he had come to respect her somehow over the years. Somehow, the Goddess Martel, for all she wasn't real, had managed to get all of the things he liked into the four girls of the company.

Things were surely going to be more interesting than he had thought.

If only he could puzzle out why Genis's comments hurt him so much…



All right, this is the first...

I might connect some of them, and might not...

Hope you like it, and please C&C, I'd really appreciate it.