Disclaimer:
I don't own slayers. The only character I own in this fic is Author-san ^^;;

A dark and stormy night, three shadowy figures sit playing poker at a table by candlelight.... A shovel, a huge quill pen and a few bottles of wine litter the room.

Zelas: I'm rather concerned, everytime I see my Xelloss lately, he's been distracted in one way or the other by an annoying Golden Dragon.
Lord Of Nightmare: Oh really? That's authors for you
Author-san: Don't look at me, you two deal with it
Zelas: Author-san, if you help me punish him, I'll let you have some of my wine.
Author-san: *prods LoN* This'll be fun. What shall we do Zelas?
Zelas: Here's my idea...*whipser whisper*
LoN/Author-san: *huge grin and nod*
LoN: *Waves her shovel and a huge scream is heard from Cepheid's world.....*

*** Wolfpack Island***

Xelloss, everyone's favourite purple headed Mazoku (favourite unless you happen to be Filia, or some other strange golden dragon) wasn't looking too genki today. Not in the slightest.

He'd just been yelled at for screwing up a mission. And it wasn't his fault!

It just so happened, that anytime he had to do anything that involved going on the physical plane near humans, a certain blonde dragon, namely Filia, seemed to pop up.

And teasing Filia was irresistible.

Of course, Xelloss wouldn't blame his sense of fun for distracting him. No, it had to be Filia's fault for being there.

He wondered what his punishment would be this time. Last time Zelas had ordered him to Stack potatoes and peel the wine.

Which he'd done to the exact word.... and gotten in more trouble.

For the mean time, he figured he should await his next one in Random City.

***Random City's infamous Random Inn***

Filia admired her beautiful new dress in the full length mirror. It was a powdery blue and very flattering.
But it really clashed with her violet hair. Her short... violet hair.... and black cape...

"XELLOSS!" she yelled at the mirror "You're not funny! Go away!"

Xelloss, was doing a very good job of imitating her every move. Filia turned angrily and snatched up her white boots to put on, on top of the brown ones she was wearing.

She looked back at the mirror, blinked, then stared.

When she felt brave enough, she touched her hair.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I LOOK LIKE NAMAGOMI!!!!!!"

***Random City Library - aisle: Random- Randomness***

Xelloss was starting to get a bit agitated with all the people, mostly humans, the odd beastman, and occasionally Mazoku looking at him. For some reason, it was making his face heat up.

The book he wanted was on the top shelf.

Funny, he thought, that wasn't normally too hard to reach. He just managed to get the book, but because it was awkward to reach, it fell to the floor and landed by his white booted feet.

White...

Boots...

Xelloss to a very quick glance toward his chest... he was a she.

And he feared that wasn't the worst part.

Catching his reflection in a nearby window was enough to make his tail pop out angrily and he ran to an inn so he could 'study his current predicament more closely'

Filia ran down the inn stairs clumsily. She wasn't used to being so tall.

She also didn't see the shorter blonde running up the stairs, keeping low desperate to not be seen.

The two crashed into each other.

Xelloss was the first to drop his jaw...

"You..."

Filia stared confused at Xelloss.

Somewhere in Xelloss mind, a little lightbulb lit up. He figured it out.

"NAMAGOMI!" He yelled, trying to grab mace-sama, however he couldn't quite find it and ended up grabbing his tail instead and whapping Filia/himself hard across the face with it.

Filia fell back from the attack and landed on her bottom, not hurt, but just off balance.

"Xelloss?"

"That's you...." Xelloss replied, trying to catch his breath after running so hard, and then yanking his own tail so painfully.

"What do you think you're playing at Namagomi?!" The two yelled at each other.

Xelloss let himself have an inward smirk.

'I'm good at keeping in character...." he told himself, before finally managing to locate mace-sama, failing to pull it out. How did she do that?!

Filia gaped at Xelloss.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" She yelled slapping him, unhappy that the gloves she now wore softened the slaps effect.

Xelloss' lifted a hand to his slapped cheek in shock. That really really hurt!

"They're your filthy hands! He retorted, running into the room he'd just booked and locking it.

Filia did much the same.

"Why the hell does this happen to me?!" they both exclaimed at the mirrors in their rooms.