Hi, guys! Indigo (change of username!) here. I have decided to carry on writing (after months of inactivity) and I am introducing a new story that is based off 'Danmachi', or, as it is more commonly known as, 'Is it Wrong to Try to Pick up Girls in a Dungeon?'. It is a brilliantly produced anime; it is hilarious and heart-warming, and you can easily be addicted to it. But, enough blabbering - I should carry on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danmachi or any of its characters (sadly). If I did? I think then chaos would have a new definition.

Swish.

The sword flashed down. It stopped abruptly, tilted ever so slightly. Then, it was raised once more.

Fwoosh.

Again, the sword struck down, tilted once more. It stayed in that position for a few moments, before it was lifted up and made to point straight ahead.

ClaaaAAANG!

The thin, sharp blade was dropped onto the stone floor. The silver sword shimmered in the moonlight - and then it was picked back up.

"Hya!"

The sword was aggressively wielded, pointing in every direction possible, before heavy pants started.

"That's-that's enough training for tonight," gasped the wielder, resting the sword by her side. She walked, her footsteps echoing loudly, towards the stand, and leant her sword against it. A slight breeze arrived inside the large stone room, causing the swords-woman's long, silky blonde hair to sway about, before stopping. The breeze had gone as quickly as it had come.

I can practice tomorrow, thought the wielder, walking away from the big, stone hall. As she walked past a large, arch-shaped window, her footsteps' echoes were drowned by a loud 'DONG' that signalled that it was twelve-PM.

It was the signal that it was time for her to sleep, to rest her eyes - tomorrow was a busy day, after all.

Sleep, considered the Sword Princess, covering a yawn with her birdlike hand. I'm tired.

And then, after the twelve bells stopped ringing, Aiz Wallenstein, the Sword Princess, exited the cold, isolated hallway.

Tomorrow is another day, sighed Aiz, tomorrow is another busy day.

But it's always busy for the Sword Princess.

"Mmng..." murmured the Goddess, Hestia, in her sleep. She clutched the pink pillow tightly, and mumbled quietly, "Bell...care...ful..."

Bell Cranel woke up slowly, after hearing his name. He started arising from the green couch, where he slept, and turned to see Hestia sprwaled across the double bed. Smiling, he got up (ignoring his yellow blanket which had dropped on the floor) and equipped his well-made armour. "I'm leaving, Kami-sama (Goddess)," whispered Bell softly.

"Bye...Bell...careful..." responded Hestia, still half-asleep.

His white hair was hard to miss, never mind his red eyes. His almost-eternal smile also made him seem like he was always shining brightly - there was something special about him. Of course, that much was obvious - he levelled up to level two in just a month and a bit, and that beat even the Sword Princess' record of a year. Impossible! people had cried - this was a first. Someone had beat the Sword Princess! And it didn't matter that it was only in the time-length, it was still extraordinary!

"Bell?"

Bell Cranel, the human with the impossible-to-miss white hair and the crimson red eyes, turned around and spotted Syr Flova, a waitress from the pub 'Mistress of Abundance'. She pattered out, carrying a silver, round tray in one hand. "Bell!"

"Oh-oh, Syr!" grinned Bell, waving. Syr stopped, blushing a little, before asking,

"Are you headed for the dungeon?"

Bell nodded. "Yep. With Lili and Welf, as always."

Syr frowned slightly, and queried, "Aren't you all having a day off today?"

"W-We are?"

"Well, yesterday you told me not to prepare you lunch as you're all having a day off. So I was pretty surprised to see you here!" giggled Syr, bringing her tray in front of her. "I suppose you have nothing to do!" she confirmed, cocking her head.

Bell scratched his head, perplexed. "I-I suppose so." Bell was pretty crestfallen, as he had really looked forward to give the middle floors another try after the previous, um, accident. Accident or not, it was hell scary, and any sane person would back away for a few more days, or maybe even weeks.

Furthermore, the information that was just given clearly shows that Bell is not sane.

Syr giggled again, covering her mouth with her tray. "Don't look so sad, Bell! I'm sure there'll be other days - in fact, there will be other days for you to explore the dungeon! Don't worry, Bell." She patted his head affectionately, and giggled one more time.

"Syr! Back to work!" called out a voice behind Syr. She turned around, and replied, "Okay Ryuu!" She then said to Bell, while walking backwards (which Bell thought was extremely talented), "Come eat here tonight, 'kay? It'll be a good way to end your day!"

"Um...okay?" said Bell uncertainly. Syr smiled contently, and rushed back inside the pub, leaving a very confused Bell. Sighing, Bell ventured back towards his and his Goddess' house, before feeling a hand land on his shoulder. "Bell."

"H-Huh...?!" gasped Bell. He had a nervous feeling.

"Dinner...?" mumbled the same voice that had uttered 'Bell'. Aiz Wallenstein stepped forward, smiling.

"H-HiyeeeEEK!" shrieked Bell, collapsing.

Aiz crouched down, holding out a hand. "Are you okay?"

It-It's Aiz Wallenstein! panicked Bell, scrambling backwards. "I-um-Aiz-uh-yeah-yes-er-right!" stuttered Bell, biting his nails in the process.

Aiz smiled, her smile being soft and kind and sincere. She stood up, and asked quietly, an obvious blush creeping onto her face, "C-Can I join you for dinner at the Mistress of Abundance?"

Bell could swear his jaw touched the ground then.

'Sup again, friends! I hope you enjoyed that. It was a bit short - should I carry on?

(Too bad, I am :))

See you all in the NEXT chapter!