「DRABBLE CHALLENGE, ROUND 01」

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,480,true] 30 THEMES CHALLENGE This theme will involve the topic of romance between randomized couples—but don't worry! It's not like there'd be a full-on make-out session between characters who don't make a lot of sense together. Some romances will be implied or even one-sided (and so on forth) to make the relationships as in-character as possible while six writers try to bring you their interpretation of these totally random ships.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,3,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,480,true][classy=promptone]01. "LOOK"[/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]02. "WIND" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]03. "PROMISE" [/classy][classy=infotwo]RYUJI X TOSHIKO written by vy [/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]04. "DENIAL"[/classy][classy=infotwo]ELI X MIYUKI written by tear [/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]05. "SUNSET" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]06. "SLEEP" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]07. "ORDER"[/classy][classy=infotwo]SHAWN X AYA written by kitty [/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]08. "GLASS" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]09. "SILVER" [/classy][classy=infotwo]RINGO X RIN written by tear [/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]10. "FUTURE"[/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]11. "RAIN" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]12. "CH. BLOSSOMS" [/classy][classy=infotwo]VIVIEN X AMUNET written by kitty [/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]13. "TIME"[/classy][classy=infotwo]CHRONOS X OLIVIA written by ayu [/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]14. "RICE" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]15. "THANKS" [/classy][classy=infotwo]SHINKUTO X VIRTUE written by tear[/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]16. "MOVE"[/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]17. "RESTLESS" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]18. "MOON" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]19. "COLOR"[/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]20. "DAY" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]21. "SNOW" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]22. "STORY"[/classy][classy=infotwo]AZUSA X EMILE written by vy [/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]23. "NIGHT" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]24. "FAR AWAY" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]25. "BUTTERFLY"[/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]26. "SWORD" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]27. "SHOOTING STAR" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]
[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]28. "CHANCE"[/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=promptone]29. "SUMMER" [/classy][classy=infoone]CHARACTER X CHARACTER written by someone[/classy]	[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=prompttwo]30. "IRIS" [/classy][classy=infotwo]LOGAN X MARION written by emery [/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "LOOK"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "WIND"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]RYUJI X TOSHIKO "PROMISE"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY VY[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] As the gun was pointed at Toshiko during their failed attempt of getting out of the room by faking her allergies, Ryuji can only stare. The plan had failed...he couldn't get out of here with the green haired male and try to help him get out. He was part of the disciplinary committee and the captain of the karate team, she should had been better than this. Watching the girl, her body wrecked with fear, the blond had made a promise to himself and a silent one to her that no matter what he was going to get her out of here even at the cost of his own life.[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]ELI X MIYUKI "DENIAL"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY TEAR[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] If Miyuki told you she wasn't at least a little bit nervous, she would be lying. The sinking feeling in her heart made her hesitant and slow. Questions began to arise from the depths of her mind; many of those without adequate answers. It was obvious to anyone that a girl like Miyuki shouldn't be here, standing in front of a yazuka base without a even a soul to accompany her. Either way, it was rare of Miyuki, a girl who usually was so sure of herself and her decisions, to begin to fall into the trap of doubt. But what was said cannot be taken back. What was promise would stay a promise. Of all the people in the world, it was unforgivable to betray your own promises. So Miyuki took a step forward. That first step happened to be the first of many; and Miyuki managed to stand in front of the casually dressed man who was leaning on the wall next to the warehouse door, which was thick, which was black, and which kept out the undesirables. "Excuse me," Miyuki spoke, trying to keep out the hesitation that was currently plaguing her. "I would like to see your boss. Your leader." The man looked up from his creased newspaper and gave her a look of distaste. Like he was looking at a street rat who was tainting the scenery. "You should run along, little girl. Places like this are dangerous for folk like you." "But I have to. I have important news to deliver to the Kazehaya leader." At the name she gave, the man's attention immediately focused on her. The business of yazukas were always shrouded with a thick layer of smog, Miyuki knew this, and it wasn't easy getting this information. "The boss is out. And it's appointment only, even for pretty little girls." He stated blandly, the hard look in his eyes betraying his apathetic tone. How did you know this place? "Well it's a special circumstance. Please allow me to wait inside for him." She pressed her lips. Access was crucial. She knew she was risking her life coming to the lion's den but it wasn't as if the high school girl had any other option. Giving her another look, Miyuki wondered what he was thinking. But that came apparent enough as he moved to open the thick doors. "Not my problem if you die in there, little girl." "Thank you." Miyuki held in her breath of relief, not wanting to associate to the moody gate keeper any more. She stepped in, not quite knowing what to expect, until she heard something quite unexpected. A gunshot. It all happened so quickly, and leaving the warehouse base was not an option right now. The gunshot rang and seemed to echo, and at that point, Miyuki forgot how to breathe. She heard the load groan of the shot gate keeper and had managed to run into the first room. How did it turn out this way? This was bad. Really bad. She knew none of her own family would have done this, because they were shutting themselves down to deal with the rising tension in the underworld. Yoite was missing and the finger was pointing at the Kazehayas. Many other yazuka groups were also trying to overthrow the bigger names. If she didn't get this sorted out, Miyuki feared she may never see her dear brother ever again. Many of the rooms, which turned out to be offices, were linked and running through each one was no trouble as the occupants were distracted by the gunshots and were heading out of the offices with their weapons and a hard expression. Without a weapon and able to be easily overpowered, Miyuki had no other choice but to run to safety and it was not practical to allow any other thoughts to run through her head. Desperately wanting to get away from the carnage, Miyuki run deeper into the rather peculiar linked rooms until she found a door. Opening it without thinking, she quickly ran in and shut it, regretting not thinking this through. "Oi, who the fuck are you?" Curses. A well built man with strikingly blue hair stared at her with a generally displeased expression. Miyuki bit her lip. Seeing as she now found herself in the biggest room so far, was this the office of... "I was asking you a question, stupid bitch. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He demanded. It seemed as if that train of thought would have to be put to a stop for now. She was glad that she wasn't immediately identified as a Tsukami, as the two yazuka groups were sworn enemies. Now what? There was no going back now. "That doesn't matter, there's an attack on your base, as you should have noticed -" Miyuki spoke quickly, hoping the latter point could distract the man from asking for her identity. But what if he were to make her position harder by not believing her? What if he thought she was part of the group that was attacking? This room seemed to be soundproofed, seeing as she could no longer hear any more gunshots. " WHAT?" He shouted, grabbing the gun that looked like it was thrown onto the table without a care in the world and somehow managed to stay there. Miyuki's movements were slow, so the Kazehaya boss just pushed her aside as she was getting in the way to his path from the door. "Here, bitch, catch." He unexpectedly turned to face her and stopped, throwing a pistol at her in the air and Miyuki caught it on reflex. "Don't let me catch your sorry ass in here ever again!" He shouted, voice rising. A rapid fire of gunshots rung through the air and Miyuki crouched down, fear suddenly gripping her entire being. She had to get out of here. She had to get out of here. She had to get out of here. For her family. For her brother. From the open door, she heard him loud and clear. Her heart pounded as her gaze dropped as she stared at the automatic pistol. The ugly, black killing weapon that was thrown at her made her feel no end of disgust. No, her grip on that gun did not grow tighter. [/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "SUNSET"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "SLEEP"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]SHAWN X AYA "ORDER"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY KITTY[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] Haruna’s birthday was coming up. During recess, Shawn was trying to figure out what in the world Clear, and the pinkette were bouncing around about. It wasn’t until the only friend able to communicate with him, Chronos, explained him with a less-than-enthusiastic reply about the bubble-gum haired girl’s party she’ll have to celebrate. Everyone was invited to come – apparently including the blonde himself. Attending his very first birthday party, and spend time with friends! However as soon as he thought about it he realized that he had to get Haruna a present. During recess, the blonde pulled the raven-haired boy away for a moment to talk to him about the whole deal. “What does… Haru-chan like?” he asked in a mousy voice. The blonde wanted to get something nice for the pink-head. Sure, she may have scared him at first during the first days back to school, but he came to realizing she didn’t mean any harm. Even if she didn’t understand him, and he didn’t understand a single word in return, they still managed to become friends. The grey-eyed fourth grader let out a small huff before crossing his arms disinterested in Shawn’s question. “That girl likes childish things like anime and manga. Go to a cosplay shop and order something there.” With that said, Chronos left Shawn to think about the suggestion. To be honest he was surprised his English-speaking friend was observant enough to notice those things about Haruna. The following day, the ten-year-old searched high and low through the shopping strip in town searching for a cosplay shop. Luckily he didn’t have to travel for too long before he stumbled across what he was looking for. Or at least that is what he thought he was pretty sure it was. Hana no Ai was what the store was called. It was a cosplay boutique but a shop was still a shop, right? He nodded his head in confirmation before entering the quirky shop. A small bell jingled signaling the arrival of a costumer. The owner of the eccentric boutique raised her eyes up at the chime of the cute bell ringing. A customer~! Oh, how she had long awaited for that sweet little thing to ring all day! Aya lowered her manga down peering up over by the doorway to see who came into her shop today. Only to be greeted with initial disappointment seeing nobody at the door. Was her mind playing tricks on her? “Excuse me…” a small voice spoke forcing her eyes away from the door. It was a young blonde boy! She snapped her head down, eyes wide and starting cooing even before the boy could even begin speaking. “Aww, aren't you the cutest little thing!” Aya bubbled down at him, grinning merrily, and eyes practically beaming at the sight of such an adorable little boy in her shop. Her day certainly wasn’t boring anymore! Look at his blond hair – it looked so soft! She had to resist the urge to straight running her fingers through it. Shawn had to fight back his instinct to back away from the intimidating woman. She looked exactly like a grown up version of Haruna, and unfortunately he couldn’t understand a word she just said to him. “What can I do for you, honey?” she asked in Japanese. Again not that he could understand, but he did the best he could. He cleared his throat a little before pulling out a slip of paper and held it out. Just be confident, and get right to the point. He even asked his teacher to write down how to say this one line in his Japanese class. “Order this,” he pointed to the image he printed out. “Order for birthday present… for girl friend.” It was a picture of sparkling wand from a magical girl shoujo anime that apparently Haruna enjoyed watching. The main heroine wields it. Aya looked at the piece of paper, and giggled. His spoke funny, but even she could tell he was a foreigner~ He was getting a present for a friend. How cute! “You have a girlfriend? Oh, that is so sweet! Puppy love,” she squealed. She totally misinterpreted what the boy had said, and instantly went into a shipping frenzy. The fan girl could not be contained after hearing him say ‘girl’ and ‘friend’ in the same sentence, right after each other. “I’m sure I have one of those in stock. Come, come~” So the poor blonde was dragged to the shelves where all of the accessories were located. How little did he realize he was now in the clutches of the sanest psycho shipper.[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "GLASS"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]RINGO X RIN "SILVER"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY TEAR[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] Silver was such a cold, heartless colour. Yet Ringo could not help but to be pulled into it's dull shine. Why he was drawn to the heartless colour he was not so sure; but one thing was certain though - he did not appreciate the silver on white in the dreary hospital room his old classmate currently sat, with a smile that emitted such a sadness he could not stand. But he would smile back; not only for cortesy and mere obligation to be pleasant, but for her sake. Although he could not say they were particularly close friends, but they were friends either way. The days shared together during the time he was still a high school student were precious, although voicing these thoughts and feelings were embarassing and irrelevant to this situation. He swallowed, dull brown eyes watching his friend speak, listening out for every pause, every time an otave rose slightly. Ringo bit the inside of his lip to remind him of the point of his actions. He hated questioning her, using her like manual tool, used once then tucked away until needed again. But it was nessasary. It was for her sake as much as it was for greater good. Dasoku Ren had to be stopped. Until then, he could only say sorry without words. No doubt she wouldn't need it. From the little he knew about Rin personally, it wasn't difficult to tell that Rin had a heart of a lion, but didn't know how to take care of herself properly. Looking away from her figure, and most importantly, what was left of her slight, he sighed silently, taking in the emptiness of the room and the silver on white. He drunk in the sight of the lingering sunlight shining onto her lushious, bright red hair and her frail looking expression. Her lost eye, a sight that could easily alight the fire of anger within him a thousand times over, made his heart twist uncomfortably in an emotion he thought was something akin to sadness but it had a odd depth to it, something he could not quite put his finger upon. His hand lached onto the bottom of the arm rest on his visitor's chair, the cool, silver metal didn't do much to calm his anger, his fustration... his... sadness. Composing himself was not difficult, yet the war inside him raged on while he would watch on, listlessly. The way she refused to let go, refused to move on tore him up inside, more than he could imagine. What he will have to do to her will be unforgivable, but Ringo hoped that Rin will have it in her to forgive him. Perhaps he could even forgive himself... one day.[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "FUTURE"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "RAIN"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]VIVIEN X AMUNET "CHERRY BLOSSOMS"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY KITTY[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] The climate for spring was certainly different in Japan than it was in Egypt. For one thing it was exceptionally cooler, and mild. No doubt in her mind it was definitely a pleasurable experience in comparison to the scalding hot days, and bitter cold nights of her home back in Cairo. Their homeroom teacher did go over the usual routine this morning so the rest of the period was for the class to enjoy. Amunet stared fondly at her freshly manicured nails until a small shadow that fluttered caught her eye. She batted her long lashes over to where she thought the shadow passed her by. The window. In an instant a loud gasp escaped her perfectly lip-glossed lips. It was raining pink snow! “Oh my! I didn’t know Japan had pink snow,” she squealed ecstatically. “It’s not snow, you twit.” A voice from a neighboring desk away from hers spoke. A placid but condescending tone laced within the carrier’s voice subtly insulting the simple-minded exchange student. Her dark eyes flickered back over to her classmate who made such a rude comment. Pale blonde hair like that of highland mist, and equally pale oceanic eyes looking back at her with a calm exterior. Vivien De Luca. Amu pouted, “No need to be so rude. So what is it if it’s not pink snow?” She wasn’t serious… was she? One would think – you know take a moment to really let some basic knowledge of Japanese – and make it common knowledge spring was the season for Japan’s most famous flower. It only proved how much of an idiot this Egyptian girl was. “Those, my foolish classmate, are cherry blossoms.” “Cherry blossoms? Hmmm… I still think they’re like pink snow! Like how winter has white snow? Spring has pink!” It didn’t take a lot to please a simpleton such as this ditzy third year. Ignorance truly had to be blessing. Vivien lowered his PSP quietly watching as the auburn haired woman turn her back to the pink snow she had affectionately dubbed the falling cherry blossom petals. He cursed mentally wishing he had his camera out to snap a shot of Amunet’s perfect alignment. The lighting shining off from the sunlight outside angling her lazy posture as she stared out with elated eyes. The way the rain of plush pretty pink petals falling from the velvet trees outside their classroom. It would’ve been an amazing shot. The moment was fleeting and like the short life of the flowers that fell from the crystal blue skies it was gone. The silly girl went back to polishing her already shimmering nails. What a waste. He shaped his hands as if holding a hand-sized box – a camera to be exact – and pretended to snap a photo before it was too late. The blonde broke his gaze away from Amu returning his gaze back to his game.[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHRONOS X OLIVIA "TIME"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY AYU[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] Whenever the young lad traveled to the grounds of Ouran High School, there was only one person who dominated the crevices of his mind. Just one. And, no, it wasn't the utterly boring human named Yuuhei, nor the devastatingly fiendish creature called Toshiko. Ha, they both withered at her feet, both were paupers next to the girl who occupied the title of "princess" [where, in his mind, he was the sole prince worthy of her hand], both incomparable to the one, the only: Miyuki Tsukami. "Miyuki". Saying such a name slid down his tongue with great fervor, and every time he did say it, it brought a pleasant burst of warmth in the pit of his stomach—as if each utterance would bring him that much closer to his treasured being, as if he would rapidly grow into a man who'd stand a head taller, who'd be stronger. Because he couldn't wait for the day where the size of his hands would be able to hold hers into his and not his into hers, because he couldn't wait for the day when he'd be able to hold her, protect her, love her... ... he wanted to be an adult, wanted for her to see him as one—which was why he even bothered combing through the legs of walking students, ignoring the annoying inquiries of "are you lost", dealing with horrifying monsters like the blonde from the kissing booth. All for her. Miyuki. If he heard one more question like— "Are you lost?" a voice seeped into the air. —again, he would... Hold on. A villager was talking. To him. Chronos halted, a frown curving upon his features as he lifted his gaze to the recent speaker. One day, he would be the one looking down on people. Just not today. "Ah, you must be of the small-minded," he huffed, casting a stern gaze away from the towering lady to a fellow behind who seemed to have referred to the miss by a name—Olivia Di Costa—to which he then firmly echoed, "Di Costa-san." A curt nod. "How pitiful that you can't see I know exactly where I am going, but if you must know, I have plans with Tsukami, Miyuki. Surely, you must have heard of my beloved?" He didn't wait for an answer. Everyone knew of Miyuki—or should. "Therefore, I will let you guide me to her." Not because he really was lost. Crossing his arms, Chronos waited for the instructor to obey his command, to magically detect the scent of his so-called beloved like a trained dog—but the older female did not budge, and when she didn't, he cocked a brow, twisting his head toward her, "Well? Go on." It was her turn to knot her arms, "Pardon? You have some nerve—where's the adult accompanying you? What's your name? I'm calling your parents." As soon as she turned to fetch what he figured was her phone, he hooked his fist onto the hem of her blouse. Oh, dear, if she did that, then he wouldn't even catch a glimpse of Miyuki! Chewing the innards of his cheek, the eight year-old untangled his arms and peered at the gap into the teacher's lounge; didn't she have papers to grade? Tch, lazy teacher. So unprincess-like. If she really wanted company that badly, she didn't have to beg, "Hm, I... I suppose I could spare some of my time to be entertained by you. Be honored." was what he said before he released his grip and invited himself into the faculty terrain, surveying the room until a hint of pink claimed his focus. Legs proceeded to near the mystery item until the elder presence made herself known once again. "Gelato." she informed, reaching for the plastic container of which contained the icy strawberry flavoring, "It's Italian ice cream. I made it myself," Oh, so the questionable morsel was hers..? Huh. The boy narrowed his eyes when she dragged a spoon from the cavity of her bag and offered the utensil and dessert to him; he didn't respond. "Believe me, I haven't touched it, so it's fine for consumption." Again, he didn't respond—at least, not for another two seconds before he reluctantly nodded and climbed onto an empty seat. With the gelato and spoon placed before the young boy, the mature pinkette occupied a nearby chair, rummaging through her rucksack for papers and the offensive mobile device she previously threatened him with (oh, Chronos wasn't stupid. He planned to escape as soon as she started dialing numbers—but not yet. He was still safe). He had to start devising a plan to rid himself of the female ogre. Pinching the length of the silver spoon with his thumb and forefinger, the elementary student scooped into the sphere of pink; however, a pair of eyes bored into his raven-tufted head. He paused, glancing up at the mean lady. Why was she looking at him like that? Did she just read his mind? Uh-oh. Returning his focus to his given meal, he slowly clamped his mouth onto the cool chunk. Eyes beamed, "This is..."—... soooooo goooooood! But wait. He didn't like this sensei. He shouldn't even like something pink and girly and uncool. Be an adult. Mature, suave—like how Miyuki's ideal boyfriend would be. "Not bad, but it doesn't mean it's particularly good either. Simply mediocre." When he heard the older woman laugh, Chronos wrinkled his nose and shot a glare at her. That was it, he needed to find his human treasure instead of dawdling his minutes with someone who didn't understand maturity if it smacked her across the face! Such a fool, the teacher was! Here he sat, wasting the precious time he could have spent with his beloved purple-haired maiden with a lady who was nothing short of a villager, a mere villager! How dare she laugh at him, how dare she treat him like a child, how dare she look at him with those disgustingly bright eyes, how dare she smile so prettily and—and—gosh.... her smile really was pretty. All the venomous words he could have said, would have said, choked back; he swallowed, attempting to focus his angered stare onto the ignorant teacher. If he broke the stare, he lost; it meant that he was weak. Tha-thump, tha-thump. No! Only his heart pounded for Miyuki! Oh, the strength of frustration in his brows was weakening—he could feel it. Ugly, old, wrinkly. Ugly, old, wrinkly. Ugly, old, wrinkly. Olivia Di Costa was ugly— and sort of elegant. Olivia Di Costa was old— but she was more young than old. Olivia Di Costa was wrinkly— actually, he didn't see any wrinkles, just smooth skin. His cheeks heated, dark eyes dropping to the pink coloring of the cold dessert as he scooped another helping, guiding it into his mouth. Never had he tasted anything sweeter, colder. Shyly, he glanced up, and there it was—that smile, once again. ... and maybe—just maybe—she really did look like a princess (but only for a second). But still not anywhere near as lovely as Miyuki. But it was a start. Five more minutes. He'd give her five more minutes.[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "RICE"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]SHINKUTO X VIRTUE "THANKS"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY TEAR[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] A wise man once said that empty vessels made the most noise. The rest of that quote was something that had long slipped Virtue's memory, but that was fine, just fine. The usually quietly confident second year was more than just 'a little shaken'. Yet, like a true empty vessel, she spoke nothing, allowing her fingers to interlock then relax as the petite girl held her small fingers behind her back, watching the world twirl around her; while as usual, she'd stand and stay with a quiet smile. The happiness that blossomed in her chest was a modest and quiet one, and of course, would go unspoken. It wasn't relevant anyway. In order to be a good future member of her family's yazuka, she had to be stronger than this. No, Virtue was not about to let the pressures of this... unfortunate situation destroy the emotional boundries she created for herself. No, she would not fall at the last herdle. Tsukami Virtue was a winner. A born winner. Running through this race was not anything beyond her abilities as a living, breathing, human being. A brief hug there, cries of sorrow, reassurance that everything was fine, and lastly, messages of gratitude. Virtue found it easy to drift through each individual play like a true primadonna, winning the hearts of the masses with a sly smirk in the shadows. She was fine with this. She was fine. So she would stand there, in front of him, while he was speaking to another. The purple haired girl exhaled, watching the rays of sun highlight his family's defining emerald green hair, and his glassy, distant eyes. Sure, he was good looking, but Virtue would be damned that she would end up with a boy like him. Over the course of the day she was forced to spend with him, Virtue grew to dislike him, for reasons she was not quite sure of. It was more of an imuplsive thing. (Look at me, for god's sake.) As a good, polite girl, Virtue waited for the taller, older boy to finish before clearing her throat lightly, fist curled up close to her lips. Nakamura Shinkuto turned immediately, at first, a look of confusion flashed across the pale face of a boy who probably spent too long indoors, before looking directly at the smaller girl. The two vessels smiled, although it didn't get very far. "I haven't had the chance to thank you yet, Nakamura-san. Thanks to your quick thinking, we all managed to get out, safe and sound." Although the ones who should be thanking him with their heads on the ground should be the kid and that first year, Virtue thought, all without a twitch on her face. "Thank me? You don't need to, Tsukami-san. I merely based my idea from yours. Please don't worry about it." I won't be, she thought with a twinkle in her eye. Just don't get on your high horse just because you happened to suggest an idea that the psycho accepted. But the second year did not say a thing more. Nor did the ex-student council president. The two settled into a comfortable silence, holding a silent conversation within the noise. Mixed in with the panic of the media, and the cries of those who lived. Biting her lip, she turned with a brisk 'goodbye' once her name was spoken and caught by her ears. In her heart, she could almost lie and say she wasn't particularly glad by this distraction, but the truth was floating between the depths of her mind. She was so close to getting pulled in by the depths of his sorrowful eyes; and the younger girl was powerless against it. But the scariest thing about it all was that she didn't even mind, not one bit.[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "MOVE"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "RESTLESS"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "MOON"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "COLOR"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "DAY"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "SNOW"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]AZUSA X EMI "STORY"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY VY[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] Even though Azusa read various books they were never exactly story books as much as informative books especially for psychology seeing as that was his major. Yet there were rare occasions where he would decide to buy a novel just to give himself a breathe of fresh air and the one he had bought off from the shelf was rather stereotypical of a girl and a boy bumping into each other and falling in love. This story was naturally done a million times already but yet people always seem to want to write and read more of them. Despite all the psychology he has taken, he would honestly never understand such a thing and while deep in his thoughts- or rather deep in his criticism of the book that he held in his hand he had failed to notice a girl running too fast to turn until she had bumped into him. His book dropped along with her bag but ignoring the girl for a moment he had went to recollect his fallen book as she went to get her bag. "Geez don't just stand there don't you know how to dodge?" she asked obviously sounding quite angry as she glared at him. Great, she was gonna be late to the amusement park with the hostess club because of this guy. "I could say the same for you." he merely replied back before brushing passed her and as she stared at the girl who just continued to run passed him he could not help but feel a small sense of deja vu and realized that it was the exact scene the book had played out. For a moment curiosity overcame him as he wondered if he should follow her but then shook his head as he did not believe in such stories. [/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "NIGHT"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "FAR AWAY"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "BUTTERFLY"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "SWORD"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "SHOOTING STAR"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "CHANCE"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]CHARACTER X CHARACTER "SUMMER"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY SOMEONE[/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=couple]LOGAN X MARION "IRIS"[/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=author]WRITTEN BY EMERY[/classy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,470,true][classy=drabble] “How’s it goin’ mate” The blonde American girl barged into the bar, “What’s new Kangaroo?” Logan nearly dropped the glass beer mug he was holding as her failed attempt of an Australian accent hit his ears followed by the laughter she brought upon herself thanks to her corny joke. “Not much, my little freedom fighter,” he poked fun at her own heritage, grinning childishly at the high school student “What brings you here?”

[/b]

It was early evening at the bar, and the only customers he currently had were a couple making out in the corner, and some guy in a business suit who must have come in for a drink right after work. Logan wasn’t one to promote underage drinking (although he didn’t care as long as he wasn’t serving it to them), and he knew Marion wasn’t of age, but she could hang out if she wanted to. “How’s my bike comin’ along?”

The Sue girl took a seat at the bar and leaned her chin atop her arms resting on the table. How many times had she wrecked her bike now? She always brought it to Logan who happily loved to work on it for her. He did it for free, and Marion’s father didn’t even need to know about the trouble she caused due to her motorbike! Could this deal get any better?

He never wanted any money; he just said he enjoyed fixing it. There was a lot about Logan she couldn’t figure out. “Great! I had a few spare parts that fit it that I can replace with the old part to make if go fast, too!” the bartender smiled as he continued cleaning the glasses behind the bar.

“Hell yeah!” Marion stretched all the way across the bar so that her hangs barely reached the opposite side. This guy! How great was he?! Nothing like her father, that’s for sure! “Wait a minute, Crocadile Dundee,” she rightened herself back up, tiffany blue orbs focused on a vase near the sink. “Are those flowers?” She snickered, “And here I was, thinkin’ you were a man’s man!” The girl almost fell back out of her bar stool from cackling.

“Oh you mean these Iris flowers?” Logan, ignoring her laughter, picked up the large vase and set it in front of the girl on the bar top counter. There were lots of colors amongst them – blue, white, purple, yellow. “Do you know what their meanings are?”[/b]

Marion could only stare at his suddenly serious nature. What was he blabbering on about?

“A friend of mine told me – Iris flowers have different meanings. Truth, friendship, trust-” he picket through the bouquet, as if trying to pick a specific plant. Finally he took a blue colored flower from the bunch and plucked it from the vase, “-courage and admiration.” Marion blushed as the older male smiled at her with these words. She tried to hide her embarrassment by crossing her arms and furrowing her brows like she had no idea what he was talking about. Logan clipped the stem of the Iris so it was shorter and then placed the blue flower in the girl’s blonde hair, behind her ear. Her face turned red as Logan grinned widely at her “I hope that there are good times ahead!”[/b] [/classy][/td][/tr][/table]
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