~Meltokio Bridge is Falling Down~

A/N: Okay, so I've always wondered why the heck it never freaking rains in ToS. Like, there's snow and everything, but no rain? It makes no effing sense. Oh, and the Meltokio Bridge doesn't make any sense either. How can it stretch all the way between two continents and not break in the middle??? (There aren't even any supports there). Well, anyway, apart from the fact that ToS has no logic and defies science, it's still awesome. Oh, I should probably give a summary.... hem, hem... Lloyd and co. are crossing the Meltokio Bridge to Sybak, but the sky decides that it's gonna rain for the next few days, so they all travel in the drenching rain. Wheeee... fun....

"A-a-are we th-there yet?"

This four-worded question must have come from Lloyd fifty-seven times, Zelos had counted. The brunette shivered, red jacket completely drenched in rain, fruitlessly attempting to get his floppy brown hair to stay up instead of getting into his eyes.

"I'm c-c-c-cold," Genis said through chattering teeth, clenching the sides of his arms tightly, trying desperately to stay warm, his lips a slight shade of purple.

"Zelos, d-d-don't you feel c--" Lloyd began to ask, but he broke off with a large sneeze.

The Chosen seemed to understand what Lloyd was trying to say. With an amused expression on his face, Zelos put one arm around Lloyd and said, "That's because Meltokio's cold, bud. We get used to the weather."

Lloyd didin't push the redhead's arm off of him; it was quite comfortably warm. So much, in fact, that his head naturally leaned against the crook of Zelos's neck. He let out a contented sigh, voice slightly slurred, "So warm..."

There was no response from the other, only it seemed that his skin just got even warmer--not that Lloyd was complaining (though he did wonder why). Then, with an indignified voice, Zelos muttered, "I'm the great Zelos Wilder, not a blanket," however he never pushed Lloyd away.

It must have been at least thirty minutes of walking, where the only sound was the ocean's waves crashing against random jutted rocks, and the occasional "I'm cold" complaints from Genis. Raine, who personally was enjoying this rare half-hour of silence was deprived of it mere moments later with Lloyd's voice that was getting increasingly more annoying.

"Are we there yet?"

"Fifty-eight!"

A/N: okay, okay, so what I did was really lame and stuff, but seriouslyyyyyy this is more of a drabble than anything. Writer's blocks always suck (though I've been on one for at least a year)... 8U This isn't exactly Zelloyd, though there's a slight hint of it, but not too much...

Oh, and this fic is now more like random Zelloyd drabble/oneshot stuff... :D I like those, because they don't take much time to write :3 So yeah... Don't hurt me? Reviews make me happy...