Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This fic is written for personal enjoyment in hopes that others will find amusing as well.

A/N: Haven't seen a fic like this with these two...if somebody knows a story like this please do tell, and I'll take this down. Warning! Contains spoilers and slight ooc-ness. Other than that, hope you enjoy!

Angel Complex

Prologue

It just so happens that they're in a world where weird magic and antiques still exists. And it also happens that there's still something a four-thousand-year-old seraph like Kratos doesn't know. Adding that to a cure that's almost impossible to find, and nine not-your-average-heroes on a journey to save the world, disasters are bound to happen.

Especially a disaster as…unusual as this.

The group is staying in a nearby inn, preparing themselves for the final battle against Mithos. Every one of them is peacefully in their slumber, when the most piercing scream penetrates through the thin air.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"

Wow. What a remarkably pansy scream.

Lloyd sits up straight in a jolt. He stumbles over his bed and cover, and reach for the door knob. After twisting it with an uncalled-for force (but hey who cares about repairing fees if you have Zelos, right?), he calls out to the room that he THINKS he heard the voice of.

Even though Lloyd in his right mind would never ever even believe that in the first place. But, since he just woke up and still had half of his brain up in the clouds, our hero is to be forgiven.

"Kratos?!" Lloyd calls out, waiting for an answer. I have no idea why he thinks his old man screams like a girl. Oh wait, like father like son, perhaps?

Silence. He waited. More silence. The other members show up from the corridors.

"Lloyd! What was that just happened?" Genis says, like the genius he always is.

"I have no idea!" Lloyd scratches his head, "but it looks like he just screamed!"

"Who did?"

"Kratos, who else?"

"How did you come up with that conclusion? I thought it's nothing like his voice," Regal says honestly. Lo and behold, Regal is actually having the spotlight.

Lloyd shrugs his shoulders. "Well, it's from his room."

So after much loitering, they decide to go in. Really now, if it's something serious, wouldn't you think the person in the room is dead by now?

They go in, and what graces their sight is a half naked Kratos in his navy boxers, looking at himself in the large mirror in front of him, unflinching like he just got turn into stone by some medusa's stare.

No body moves an inch. This is a sight that's going to burn into their memories forever. Not just that, for someone so serious like the seraphim to act out of his ordinary like this…a storm must be brewing. Right now, they're just basking in the tranquility before the waves and thunder.

Kratos slowly turns towards them, his face looking like a dead man.

"Um…K-Kratos?" Lloyd ventures out carefully. Wise choice, he wouldn't want the inn to get blown over by Judgment, something Kratos is quite prone to be doing.

"Lloyd…" he stares at the brunette like some lost puppy. Then with a sudden burst, he lunges forward and glomps Lloyd so hard that the teenage almost died of suffocation with an extra of broken ribs or two.

"Lloyd!! How can this happen to me?! My beautiful face, my beautiful haIRRRRR!!"

"K-Kratos! Cut that out! Lloyd can't breathe!" Sheena squeezes into the room, trying to pull the auburn man away from Lloyd. I wonder where the rest of the gang is at this crucial moment. They must be getting their kodaks.

With a sharp turn, Kratos stares Sheena with eyes misting over. That alone sends a cold shiver down the ninja's spine.

"Sheena…Sheeeeeenaaaa!" Sheena becomes his next victim of bear hugs, but the summoner manages to muffle out some words before her voice is completely covered.

"What…in…the…WORLD?!" She says while a frenzied Kratos nuzzles his head against her. Good thing that Regal and the others finally come to their senses, and pulls Kratos away from the kunoichi.

"What are you doing, Kratos?! That's not like you at all!" Sheena finally regains her breath, her tone accusing.

"Sheena, it's me! Don't you recognize me?!" Kratos says, sounding like a child losing his way in the darkest alley, "I can't believe it, so I'm really…Sheena, you really can't tell it's me, hunny?"

Hell freezes over. Did Kratos just say "hunny"?

He shakes his head. "It's me! I'm Zelos!!"

Prologue ends.

A/N: Um, I'm having writer's block again. I thought if I want to lighten things up, maybe I should try writing something out of my usual genre. In this case, I chose humor, because I doubled over laughing when I saw a picture on deviant art with Kratos in Zelos's costume. Well, may or may not update this 'til the end, since this is more like a writing exercise.

I want to know if I should keep this up, so read and review! Thank you! 