Why Shihna Doesn't Wear Dresses

He couldn't leave her alone for more than five seconds. Whether she was showering, shopping, doing village work, or whatever, he was there. It was the Ex-Chosen's most irritating quality. Above his perverted comments, squeezing her brains out through her ears, reminding her that he had the memory span of a fish, and whining like a six-year-old, it was the fact that he never left her alone. That's why she regretted sitting outside on his doorstep, shivering in the pouring rain and knocking on his door.

She waited for a minute, then turned to walk away. It was freezing out, she was freezing, and it would take too long for her to get home. Joy!

Before she could, however, he flung it open to see her with her back to him, shaking like a leaf. "Shihna? What're you doing standing out here in the rain? Why don't you have an umbrella?" Zelos raised an eyebrow cautiously. She turned back around and looked up at him with foreboding chocolate eyes that just begged him not to start. Unfortunatly, he can't take a hint, and probably never will. "I know! You came all the way here in the cold so you could—"

"Save it, Chosen. Can I come in or not?" Shihna growled, frowning. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was standing sort of hunched over. Zelos nodded and waved her in, shutting the door behind her.

"Okay, now don't touch anything." Zelos said as he ran upstairs. "And don't leave the mat!"

"Damn Chosen. Just because he doesn't want his stupid carpet to get ruined he makes me stand all the way over here and watch the fire." she muttered, making a mental note to drown him in a puddle later. She liked the rain just as much as he did when it was probably below zero outside. (Wilder-chan is Canadian. Zero is our freezing point, JFYI.)

"Here, hunny! I have a few towels for you, and my fluffy-robe, so if you give me your clothes, I'll get Sebastian to dry them for you." Zelos returned a few minutes later to find that her annoyed look had turned into a death glare. He set the towels down next to her and stood there, waiting.

"What are you staring at?"

"I need your clothes."

Shihna raised one eyebrow, dangerously, but Zelos just smiled at her. "I'm not taking off my clothes infront of you, and furthermore, not infront of the door."

"AWWW!! Why not?" The Chosen whined, pouting at her. She growled and he smiled knowing her frusteration with him. "I kidding, hunny. You can change in my room. If you wear the robe, I can find something of yours that I made for whenever you stayed."

Shihna nodded and removed her boots, right first and then left, picked up the towels and ran upstairs. It was funny how she had memorized the layout of his house. Ever since she had began working with Zelos and the King she had spent many nights at his home, and therefore wondered why she didn't have her own room. Why not, she practically lived there, anyway.

The robe was sea green, a complimenting colour on Zelos, and even on her. On top of that, it smelled like vanilla and mint; which might have been what Zelos smelled like; but she didn't know what he smelled like, and would rather not know either. She liked it, and wished she had one of her own. Or at least, she was in the middle of wishing when there was a knock on the door. Zelos' muffled voice came out from the other side. "I've got your clothes!"

Shihna rushed to open the door and opened it, expecting something like langerie or a skimpy swimsuit. But, surprizingly, she liked it. It suited her, though she wouldn't have picked it herself. But she liked it... she really did. "Oh... thanks, Zelos. It's nice. You made it?" She recalled his earlier words, ...I can find something of yours that I made for.... She didn't believe his work could be so good, but maybe she was wrong. After all, he could cook fairly well.

The Chosen nodded in response. "I didn't know what colour you'd like and stuff, so that's why it's black. Apparently it makes you look skinnier. I was thinking of your chest when I made it."

Shihna wasn't sure whether to smack him or thank him, now. The dress was black, true to his words, and looked like it might come to her knees. It was made of a light fabric, was low-cut, and had no sleeves. It wouldn't be the warmest, she knew, but it would be rude not to put it on. She took it from him with no further words.

Later

Shihna sat on the couch infront of the fire with her legs curled up next to her. She had disgaurded the robe quite some time ago when she got warmer. It was almost midnight now, and Zelos had left the room for a moment, but she could hear him returning.

"Oh, Shihna hunny! It's dark!" he sang, with excitement.

"So, it gets dark everyday. Why's tonight important?"

Zelos sat next to her and gave her a smirk. She looked at him as if she didn't get the hint. He moved closer to her and continued in a sexy growl. "Well, come on. You almost live here.... You should be paying rent." She glowered at him, hoping he would lay off, but instead he placed his hand on her leg and slowly began to travel up it as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Instantly she jumped up and slapped him, blushing like mad. "Stay off me Zelos! If you want rent, then I'd rather sleep outside!"

He stared at her with a sad look, deep blue eyes with faux tears of saddness and a small frown on his lips. She actually almost felt bad for hitting him.... He almost looked cute.... She realized something now. That he made that face alot. So why was she sitting back down and cuddling into him instead of wiping the look off his face like usual? And why was she falling asleep with him?

Because of a small incident with a dress that she reminded herself never to wear again.