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I have... really lucid dreams.

forest

It was a dark forest with big, tall spruce trees, and despite them not covering the sky it was really quite difficult to see, thankfully by the footpath the ground had these natural crystal rocks that gave it an eerie, yellow-green glow. The teen ran through, trying to find an exit, when he comes across this semi-circle of trees. 

Slowly, a giant cat-like creature stands it's full height, it's triangular face one large yellow eye with two red irises that focused on him, it's needle-like legs giving it the appearance of a cat tensing up to intimidate. It tilted it's head as it assessed the trespasser, and this motion gave him the chance to see it's strange, steely gray fur and note the shape of it's body. 

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caverns

I was on my stomach, crawling through a dark tunnel when in my field of vision came a bandaged up kitten with a perfectly spherical head. It's one visible eye was large, much too big in relation to the rest of it, and here the left leg should have been was bones. I was forced to follow it until a girl came into sight and screamed with vicious intention.

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wonderland

five minute challenge listening to this

man i am just in a writing mood hfidosf excuse this.

The air tasted of salt and metal and something sweet that she couldn't name. It was hot and cold and uncertain and definite, and she was lost in the lights and fog, a deer in headlights. 

The hands tugged her this way and that, pushed her forward and brought her back. She didn't know left from right and she didn't care anymore she just wanted it to stop.

And so, she ran. Past dark, looming concrete buildings, the static noise of televisions and abandoned radios and shadow people and snarling alleyways.

The bridge shook with uncertainty as she crossed, but she could feel it - the end was nearing. She pressed onward, hands gripping the rope as if it could lead the way. 

It gave out, snapped from beneath her.

She waved her arms around, trying to catch herself, trying to stop falling -

Beneath the rushing water she coughed and couldn't find her way up, her lungs cried for air.

Slowly, bit by bit, she gave in. Coldness seeped into every little pore, her clothes felt heavy as she whimpered a farewell before shutting her eyes.

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a smile for a tear

Carp x Jaimie

o` uo ... I'm a little scared about how this turned out... ;;

Quarrel It's easy for them both to spit out bitter words in a time of stress, but there is an innate fear that if they ever have this happen, the gap will be irreparable, so they become mum about controversial topics and instead find comfort in making the other smile.

Protection  She holds her finger up to her lip to silence herself as she reads over the response again, brows furrowing in concern and frustration; just how many more times must she remind the other that she is here for them and that the stupid idiot really should stop holding things in, no matter how 'dumb' it might seem.

Rhythm It's almost ridiculous, she thinks, at how easily they've melded into each others' lives, how easily they've come to understand how the other functions, and yet there's always that little moment where they surprise one another with a little gesture of kindness and love.

Agony She can just imagine the heartbreak in the other's voice, and wonders if tears are falling from her eyes too - what she wouldn't give to just leave the house right then and there, pack up her things and fly right over there to steal her princess away from the snowy castle.

Irresistible  There's a sly smile tugging at her lips as she comes up with yet another little ploy to tease her senpai, and just seeing the keysmash pop up makes it all the more enticing to push it a little further - that is, until she finds another victim to attack, and decides to tuck away her plan for another day when she can really revel in the blushing incoherent nonsense that comes from her.

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unaware

Miyaji Yousuke x Yahisa Tsukiko 

Heartless He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help the smile that appear every time she walks into the room, despite the fact that her hand is in another's - his brother's of all people - precisely because it's his brother's girlfriend and the fact that the guy has one is astounding, but that still doesn't stop his heart from skipping a beat at her beautiful smile. 

Decay She sits alone on the couch, her hand playing aimlessly with her cellphone, and this makes him angry on the inside; why can't his brother take care of what he has, instead of leaving her here for the taking? 

Cleaning "Miyaji-san, what are you doing?" she asks softly, peeking over his shoulder as he goes through her cellphone. "Just checking something." Plip! All those conversations of the nights before between them are gone, and he can pretend that that night never happened.

Wait, what?  She stares at him, dumbfounded as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly after his confession to the now single girl, and he wonders if maybe he'd chosen the wrong moment, especially when the tears start shine from the corner of her perfect caramel eyes.

Ring He finally can have her small hand in his, and is instantly drawn to how warm it is, and sometime later during their time together, he imagines a little silver band around her finger, the diamond glittering just so in the sunlight, and smiles to himself in secret joy. 

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in time

Yarai Izuru x Kinose Azusa

e u e ;; who knows hfdioshf this was... much more challenging because I tried to focus on Izuru but I think he ended up being a bit too obsessed. ;;

Dolls He'd never dare say anything about it, but the Sagittarius' big eyes, flawless sun-kissed skin, and luxurious black hair reminds Izuru of a doll - perfect, delicate, and something to be revered instead of touched.

Sadness Azusa stood at the door of the dojo, his hand balled into a fist as he grit his teeth, an unguarded expression for when no one else is around to see him in distress - Izuru caught sight of this the split second before the boy's expression changed and it dug a knife into his heart, as if saying 'of course you cannot do anything, he was never yours to begin with'.

Enclosed He covers his ears with his hands and shuts his eyes tight, imagining all of their voices and all of their disappointment in him like shackles dragging him down into the pits of Hell; Azusa stifles a scream before jostling awake, his lithe body tensing because of the weight of another draped over him, when a realization hit him - he was not made to be trapped like this, bound to the life of another he really didn't love.

Melody Izuru hums quietly to himself as he watches the first year draw his bow, the creak of the wood a soft tick-tick-tick of a rhythmic metronome, watching his muscles move in a practiced motion, before the bow snapped, releasing the arrow to sing freely into the air, the symphony ending with the dull thud of the shaft meeting it's target.

Beginnings When the fascination with the boy started, he would never know, but every day he was with him made Izuru see things entirely differently, interested him in ways he didn't think possible.

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static

Izumi Takatsugu x Oshinari Haru

Not something I do often, but heck, why not.

Control He does his best to keep it under that perfectly practiced mask of his; that lazy smile and worried hum that escapes him whenever the boy talks about whatever is on his mind - what he doesn't do is take him into his arms and tell him it's all right, it'll be okay, because that's against his protocol as a guardian and would breech his contract, getting him fired just like that if anyone saw.

Why? The look the young delinquent gives Haru is pained and startled, while the older man just stares with slight disgust at the body of a random assailant on the floor, the blood staining his favorite cyan shirt. 

Silence Takatsugu likes being by himself sometimes, since it gives him time to think, but he realizes later that he actually really hates this unbearable silence because that usual presence right beside him isn't there and that hurts more than the cuts and bruises on his too-thin and lanky body. 

Intentions "What were you thinking?" Haru asks in a dangerous voice, though all his face shows is concern as he dabs away the blood from the red-head's lip as he responds quietly, "I wanted to get you to notice me again."

Destiny In the mafia world, there is no such thing as fate or destiny, and not even belief in the stars foretelling the future, but sometimes Haru teases with the idea that he was at the right place at the right time when it came to being with his young boss.

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I'd like something to focus on so...

give me a pairing? I'll do like a five-word drabble piece on them. ;;

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introspection on myself and muses.

It's one thing to start developing feelings for a character, another to develop their muse, and an entirely other matter when you cannot distinguish one from yourself.

I don't know why, but as of late, I've just been able to imagine what their expressions would be exactly in relation to certain events, their laughter, how they would look when in thought and playing with things out of nervous habit.

I think it's the strangest thing when I hear their laughter at something I do, reassuring or teasing. Sometimes it helps me feel at ease, sometimes when I imagine their smile I just smile back and wonder what I should do to keep that smile.

I don't understand what's going on exactly. It's weird, since I mean, I've always had an overactive imagination and that my muses tend to have a mind of their own (Karkat, Green, and Kotone are great examples of this), but now it's extending to muses that I am still relatively new to, or others that have made a deep connection with me. It's really strange... and I am not the least be perturbed by it.

Seeing them smile... maybe its a reassurance to myself that it's okay to not be the very best, because I can still make someone else smile too.

... Um... this... is sort of pointless and I'm sorry but I just wanted this out.

this gets a little more personal and a little less about muses.

it's a little depressing how we've all sort of gone into our own cliques. It's unintentional yes, but it's like... You think that you're befriending someone and it gets to be a special connection, but they also have others that they spend more time with and talk to more and while I appreciate (very much my goodness you don't even know) who I have befriended, I can't help but feel a but left out at times. ;;;

it's just a little lonely. I've seen others experience it too and I don't know what to say other than yeah, I get it. It very easily is because of timezones but sometimes it's just a little painful to see a group of people getting a lot so well and sort of just ignoring the rest unintentionally. So caught up in each others' happiness. hfdios sorry this got like really complain-y so I'm just leaving this off here. 

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Chrysanthemums

CHRYSANTHEMUMS: white - pure love, loyalty, truth. red - love. Nora x Kazuki, ballroom dancing. Au prompt.  I suppose I'll set this eeeerm, some fantasy Renaissance era? Since I wasn't given a time frame.

He was a lone heir and quiet nobleman with a stubborn streak and a penchant for trouble.

She had gotten everything she wanted without question, except her freedom.

And on her sixteenth birthday, she was told that she would be married off to some man, and those people whom she called her parents expected to be happy with this information. So in front of them, she gave them that facade, laughing joyfully and living in 'blissful ignorance'. On her own, she cried and screamed until she couldn't take it anymore. 

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"Tomorrow is a big day," they promised, having the maids and tailors prepare the young woman for the ball that came before giving her up to this mystery man. 

White for purity, red for passion and promise, accents of gold for wealth. Her silky dark hair is braided with a golden ribbon, and pearled hairpins accentuate her young beauty. Finally, a single golden, short-chained necklace with a ruby for a final touch.

She took it all with a forced smile, but the impatient way that she shifted from foot to foot proved just how much she did not want this, the way she tapped her fingers on her thigh as she was measured and meticulously put together for the show.

When they finished dolling her up, they took it all off again and told her to get some rest. She had a man to meet, a woman to become, a future that wasn't entirely hers anymore. Nora wanted this to end, to just wake up tomorrow and be twelve again, a pretty little girl with an innocent mind and all the time in the world. 

After she shut her eyes and fell onto the bed, she dreamed of starlit nights and palettes of color on a white canvas, letters to her favorite aunt and getting her first cat to warm up to her.

Opening her eyes to the warm sunlight on her face (too bright, she thought to herself with disgust), she lazily rolled out of bed to begin her day, her maid - she preferred the term companion, because that made her feel a little better about talking and ranting to her when her day didn't go as planned, as the teen listened with a small smile and a hum of agreement when Nora had a point, and advice when she had something to say - greeted her with a sad smile as she started to get her ready for breakfast, undoing the braid from last night to let her dark hair fall in waves to her shoulders.

Eggs and toast were what she chose to stick with, losing her appetite at the small reminder that she wouldn't have this life anymore. Carelessly spoken words, a farewell underlying it all. She wouldn't have this shackled freedom anymore, instead, she'd be trapped with another, at the home with children and a life without adventure.

She barely noticed being ushered into her room again, forced to become as still as stone for the final preparations.

White for purity, red for passion and promise, accents of gold for wealth. Her silky dark hair is braided with a golden ribbon, and pearled hairpins accentuate her young beauty. A single golden, short-chained necklace with a ruby for a final touch, hanging just below the hollow of her neck, the cold metal against her skin sending her a shiver of despair.

The maids aren't smiling anymore, their dull eyes focused on the task at hand.

She's sent off with a stiff bow, and now she realizes that she can't kick and scream until she gets her way. She has to take this with the maturity of an adult, because starting today, she's no longer a child, she's a woman.

If it could be labeled as such, the giant ballroom was lively and not at all enticing. Nora had to fight the urge to just turn straight on her heel and walk out the door again, instead forcing herself to walk forward. There is no point on going back, there's nothing to go back to. Right now, she's Nora. She has no family name to back her up, because that's going to go away. So she takes another step forward, and with that, she relaxes.

She's just Nora. She doesn't have to be anyone else.

But quickly she returns to her old habits, finding an empty place on the wall to just watch the noblemen and woman who have little else to do here than enjoy free food and socialize and gossip. But it's nice, she thinks, to see the way that they put on these masks for all these others, ruffling their feathers to make themselves look better.

"They're pretty boring, don't you think?" a voice asks out of the blue, making her squeak in surprise as she faces the origin.

He's handsome, extremely handsome, and the fact that he's talking to her makes her blush. But she composes herself (or at least tries to, but she wonders if he can see her hands shaking with nervousness) and smiles lightly to him. "I suppose. But they also are somewhat exciting." Proper language. Lessons instilled in her from birth make her square her shoulders, tip her chin just so, give him that pretty smile that girls are supposed to wear upon speaking to other nobles. His emerald eyes - has she seen any eyes that glow like his? she doubts it - drink in her appearance, and she takes in his. 

His hair is like ash, soft and dark, but he can't be older than she - not by much, she hopes. He's got the air of a leader, strong and proud, and he's taller than her, his shoulders are broad, his muscles lean. Even in that stuffy attire, he's just handsome, and she can't help but admire him.

She was staring too long, apparently, as he snickered at her while crossing his arms, using his shoulder to prop himself against the wall. She likes his smile too, she realizes - it really makes his eyes shine. "Is there something you need, miss?" His tone is light, airy, and teasing. It brings back the color to her cheeks, makes her heart pound, and she doesn't understand why but she likes this, likes how lightheaded he makes her feel, and she wonders, briefly, what it would be like to run away with this man. But no, she can't, because although she can be herself tonight, tomorrow she has duties to attend to. The first of many days with a man she probably won't love. So she shakes her head and leans her back against the wall, staring out into the sea of facades and wonders if someone else is thinking of running away too.

"Ah, there you are, Kazuki," another voice calls, this time gentler, soothing. She likes his voice too, but not as much as the proud man's booming voice. It catches her attention, makes her want to listen. This one does too, but he makes her think of a father moreso than a man with power, so she looks back to the one now called Kazuki, waiting for an explanation.

The new arrival is a man with a very soft appearance, dressing in white much like his companion, but rather than the red accents of Kazuki, the one with pink hair is only adorned with silver, and despite his unusual hair color, she doesn't find it the least bit unusual. It just adds to the aura of calmness around him, and she doesn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

He turns to her with a smile, a polite bow of the head, before giving his friend a pat on the shoulder. "I was worried you might have run away, Kazuki. I know you hate these things, but it does make me glad to see you here." He shrugs, facing the pink-haired man entirely, making Nora feel a little excluded now. But it's a private world for men, woman are not equals, she should only stand and look pretty - "Hayato, what are your thoughts on marriage?" Though he's speaking to the other, Kazuki is looking straight at her, as if hoping she would add her own little quip to the subject.

Hayato seems to catch this secret message, and she can tell; they've known each other for a long time, and are nearly synchronized in so many ways. Men really are another creature entirely, she thinks, half listening to them as they debate mechanically over the matter.

"It's pointless," she blurts, eyes unfocused in the space between them. They both look at her in confusion, making her realize that she'd spoken out loud. She stammers an apology, wondering where on earth she'd even gotten the idea that that's what it was when it suddenly does make sense. "No one has a say in the matter, the parents are normally just so... uptight," she starts, and she can't find it in her to stop, because it's been bothering her all this time and she needs to get it out of her system. "They refuse to look at the child's happiness, but instead see it as a way to benefit them and they don't see the stress it puts them under, especially daughters, because we're the ones that can be tossed out like garbage if we can't produce heirs, especially boys, and it's just... it's too much, and it should be based on happiness, not status, and the point shouldn't be about heirs or money, either. I want to marry someone because I love him."

The stares that she received for that unnerved her. Hayato's eyes were so wide she could have sworn they would have bulged out if they could, and Kazuki's jaw slackened, a snort escaping before he erupted into a fit of laughter. It was big, hearty laughter, and while she was torn between crying and laughing along with him, she could only look between the two in confusion. Was it really that wrong for her to speak her mind?

When Hayato stopped looking like a frightened animal, he scowled at the man and grabbed his collar as though he were scolding a child. "Shiranui, get a hold of yourself. This is truly not the time to be acting like a drunk, especially in front of a lady." She knew the meaning underneath the words. Don't draw unnecessary attention to us. Kazuki stood straighter, fixing his jacket with a tug before turning to face her. "Well, while we're here, we should enjoy ourselves, right? Will you grace me with a dance, miss?" He smiled at her again, dazzling her as he offers a gloved hand. She hesitates, cautious about this sudden turn of events, but she takes it anyway, allowing him to gently lead her to the ballroom floor.

He places one hand on her hip, though the heavy dress really makes it difficult for the touch to feel intimate, and the other holds her hand gently, as though he were handling a doll. 

"Um, K-Kazuki, is it?" He looks down at her, a glint of childish joy in his eyes as he waits for her to continue. She stays still, despite the small usher to move, lowering her face in embarrassment.

"I'm really... terrible at dancing. I really am," she admits softly, dreading that she'd ever spoken. "No matter who taught me or how much I practiced, I could never get it right. I'm sorry -" 

"It doesn't make a difference. Just let me lead the way." 

The effortless way he said that, his smile, everything about him just swept her off her feet, almost literally, but she managed to nod as he slowly began to sway to the music, letting his hand slide a little farther until it rested at the small of her back, bringing her just a little bit closer.

With him leading, it was... so natural. She could follow him without having to think, just feeling the fabric of his jacket beneath her own gloved hand that rested on his shoulder, the music dictating their movements, and she realized it really was a lot easier than it looked. She just needed to let go of inhibitions it seemed.

"So," he began, interrupting her thoughts, though really it led to nowhere exciting, so maybe conversation was better than nothing. "You're the lucky bride tonight, huh? Do you know who your groom is?" Oh, she thought, frowning a little. It's back to the topic of marriage.

"I don't have a clue. I really don't care." I wish it was someone like you, though.

He hummed thoughtfully, twirling her around in time with the rhythm, as though he just had a natural feel for it, since it didn't seem like he was thinking about that at all, but rather, trying to figure her out. "You don't say. You seem to be pretty against it in general, don't you?" he asked, his informal tone igniting more feelings in her, though she's not sure which are ingrained and which are her own.

She sighed, pushing down the urge to just talk it out like she would have wanted. "I just want the choice. Do I marry now? Can I at least talk to the man I'm supposed to marry? I hate not knowing anything."

"You're just a woman. You're supposed to be sitting pretty at his side at the table." He leans in closely to her ear, his voice a husky purr as it reverberates in her mind and body. "And keep the bed warm at night." She sputtered out an incoherent mess of words and pushes away from him as he laughs again, both of them flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what sort of face you'd make to that." People around them started to murmur behind their hands, looking at the couple as though they'd just kissed despite them being strangers. 

She would have stayed mad at him, really, she would have, but the moment he offered that smile at her and his hand again, she found herself taking it and pressed against him once more, this time the dance becoming a little more intimate, a little more exciting.

And by the end of the night, she learned everything about him.

He was a lone heir and quiet nobleman with a stubborn streak and a penchant for trouble. His escapades were renowned throughout his land, from taming animals to thieves, playing with women and yet never taking a single one. His parents died too long ago for him to want to talk about it, but she could see the pain in his eyes when he dismissed it, and wondered if maybe one day he'd tell her. He does know he's betrothed, but he doesn't know the girl enough to say that he cares, so that subject dies quickly too. They had found themselves with Hayato again, and another arrival - a tall, lanky boy with a peculiar laugh who was carrying a small girl on his shoulders, promising to play with her until they had to leave. It warmed Nora's heart, she found, but she didn't say anything about it. She was surprised to find that look of endearment on the two mens' faces, however, but she wouldn't press the matter.

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His cheek pressed into his palm, Kazuki seemed ready to call it a night, but she had to ask...

"Did you ever... learn her name?" 

He lifted his head, his brilliant eyes glancing at her lazily. "Mmnuh?"

"Your... The girl's name that you have to marry. Did you... Do you..."

He smiled and nodded, standing up from his seat. "I'll show you."

Nora hesitated, once more, but this would be the last she saw of him, so she decided to indulge him on the matter. He took her outside, into the night chill, and stopped at the garden. It didn't make any sense. It was just the two of them, in the cold moonlight and a quiet garden full of what should be vibrant flowers, only to be dyed in colors that failed to bring any real emotion to her. 

"Ah, here they are."

In his hand were a bundle of flowers with too many petals and colors that looked like a pastel blue and a bitter purple. "What...?"

"Red and white chrysanthemums."

She still didn't get it, but she took the flowers anyway, staring at them in awe.

"White means truth, faithfulness, and pure love." Suddenly this got very awkward. She swallowed hard, realizing then that the other -

"Red means love. Plain and simple." But how -

"My bride, Nora, is you."

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Take Me Home

Kanlea drabble challenge. fff hey danielle, recognize that picture? 

001. Mistakes She was constantly beating herself up for things that she had no control over, and though he hardly had the right words to say, at least she knew that he wouldn't judge her for what she'd done in the past - after all, he understood. 

002. Heartfelt Their feelings for each other were so honest, that neither found themselves able to have it in them to doubt one another.

003. Fading Away She was glad for the silverette's presence - at least he could pick her up after every heart-wrenching memory with a certain brunette, who barely even looked at her anymore. 

004. Spirit Even with that small nuisance, Kanata had enough vigor to rival Leaf, who couldn't sit still for longer than a chick flick - the former, however, would gladly take that chance to go grab some ice cream for later.

005. Choose They'd lost the chance to live the lives they'd wanted, but somehow, it didn't feel like they'd settled for second best when they found each other. 

006. Immortal Every second that edged nearer to the day of his surgery, Leaf could feel the fear of losing him crush her, but every time he smiled at her, every time he told her 'I won't leave you', she believes him, because he's absolute.

007. Open Your Eyes They both had a lot to teach each other - he had to learn to let go, because she's always done things her way and she's perfectly capable of being on her own, and she had to learn to believe in him, because when he says something, he means it, and it's so different from the dishonest boys that she grew up with.

008. Electrify Whatever she had imagined love to be like, he totally proved her wrong; while he may be clumsy, Kanata never ceases to amaze her with his generous love and electrifying kisses that makes Leaf want more.

009. Starlight She always thought that they were just pretty glittering lights in the sky that made it hard to tell left from right, but he taught her the way to come back to him should she ever get lost. 

010. Sacrifice Already, they'd given so much away for the sake of other peoples' happiness, and though they thought it was impossible to have anything left, the found they still had something left after all.

011. Honor He had his shattered pride to protect, and would act as her knight when she needed him, but it was hard to play the part when the princess had her own ideas about the matter. 

012. Bite He'd noticed that whenever something troubled the trainer, she chewed on her lip, and when it was especially worrisome, it'd be to the point of bleeding, so Kanata decided he'd have to find another way to ease her mind. 

013. Commit The hushed murmur of the audience and the piano surrounded her, but it sounded so far away, like she was dreaming; beside her stood a man she'd never expected to give herself to, but she wonders if, deep down, he was scared too, because this meant forever, and they had once told each other that such a thing was not to be handled lightly.

014. Fake "Those are my honest feelings," he assured her for the umpteenth time, brows furrowed in pain because deep down, she doubts her own are genuine, because all she sees sometimes is a boy who looks down on her and sneers instead of the one stands beside her and has a contagious laugh. 

015. Tender She's got her knees hugged tight to her chest, her arms crossed over the top and her chin tucked on top, and all he has to do is sit beside her and listen while she drops all of the weight off her shoulders, because once she let's go, he gives her a sweet little kiss to reassure her it's all going to be okay, and it makes her troubles float away. 

016. Trouble Typical of the adventurer, she over-thinks, making her problems bigger than what they are, and despite all the warnings he's been given, he doesn't realize how much baggage she drags along with her until she comes home, tears welling up as she tries to tell him everything that happened in one breath and how glad she is to see him again.

017. Final Laying in bed with her sleeping by his side makes Kanata realize that she's worth everything to him, and he'd gladly spend his last dying breath with her, capturing every beautiful moment with the girl who comes and goes like the wind.

018. Waiting He plays with the phone in his hand, grumbling about the air-headed girl who'd forgotten to call him again, and it's already 3 AM but he's not going to sleep just yet because she promised, and he'll wait forever if he has to just to hear her voice again.

019. Awareness Kanata's not sure how it started, but he realized that he just knows whenever Leaf is coming home because just seconds before she bursts through the door, he's already running to open it and take her into his arms. 

020. Turn Away If it made her happy, Kanata would turn around and pretend he didn't see anything when she starts crying, but just because he won't say anything doesn't mean he's ignoring them - he just knows that sometimes, you have to get it all out, but only talk when it's necessary.

021. Searching Once upon a time, he thought he'd be spending a life time looking for someone who would complete him - at that same time, the girl in question was looking for the same thing.

022. Hands of Fate Leaf hates the word fate, she really does, but sometimes she wonders if it really did play a role in this backwards love story of hers. 

023. Irresistible She doesn't necessarily flaunt her sex appeal, but there are times where Kanata will take a moment to admire her as a man - it doesn't help that she's got killer legs and a nice behind, hidden behind that short red skirt, and Leaf would never tell him that she actually enjoys teasing him on occasion, just because of how not subtle the Pisces is. 

024. Easy At first, she was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep up with her, because she jumps around so much and never sits still, but once she realized that he too was a dreamer, he melded to her life so perfectly it was like he was there to begin with.

025. Breathing After months of being away, he'll take her into his arms and just hold her, letting her talk until she can't anymore, and fall asleep listening to her voice, but she never gets mad at him because she'll listen to his even breathing and be reminded of why she comes home again. 

026. Stumble They're both a bit clumsy (and the sad truth is that Leaf is still clumsier than Kanata, but he's got her beat when it comes to expressing emotions), but they'll help each other up every time the other falls, because being in a relationship is about letting the heart become one, even if their bodies are separate.

027. Fighting Battles are entirely different for them - Leaf fights with some semblance of strategy, and the aim is to win with luck and a few well-timed moves, while Kanata is all instinct and wants to keep his pride on it's marble pedestal,  but when it comes to verbal arguments, neither think clearly enough before using bitter words and rubbing salt on open wounds.

028. Closing In They put him under the anesthesia, and all he can think of is her and the overwhelming fear of dying comes in right after, because he's scared he's never told her how much he loved her just yet, even though he's made it a point to tell her as often as he can, and before his mind blanks out completely, he promises to come back to her no matter what.

029. Involved The brunette before him looked pained and angry and remorseful and glad all at once - Kanata had never seen such a complex expression before, especially on a guy that was supposedly as thick as steel - and shrugged lightly, saying how he was just glad that she'd found someone who knew her for her worth before walking off.

030. Destiny She does what it takes to face life head-on, and because of this, Kanata decides to do just that.

031. Sweet To the world, Leaf's rough and boyish outlook was seen as tough, almost ridiculous, and it matched his own personality well, but this was nothing to when the two of them were alone, where she was as sweet as a desert treat, with the same little tang of her natural self.

032. Calling Personally, they hated telephone calls; yes, it was great to hear the others' voice whenever possible, but it reminded them that they weren't together, holding each other, and so they often disregarded it unless it was absolutely necessary.

033. Nightmare Every once in a great while, she'll awake drenched in a cold sweat, tears threatening to come because of those nightmares, the ones that made her look beside her, seeing his gentle face as he slept, and sigh with relief that he was still there, with her. 

034. Flat He hadn't meant anything by it - he just made one simple careless comment about her structure, and Leaf refused to have anything to do with him for a whole three days; when he finally apologized for it, she confessed she knew that he meant no harm, but warned him to never call her flat again. 

035. Superstar "My favorite is still Ursaring," she stated childishly and crossed her arms, making him sigh as he responded with "Well, just remember this," he raised his hand, pointing to the brightest star above them - "Polaris will lead you home, no matter where you are. It's like... a magic star, almost."

036. Spider Web  No matter how much they'd both want to deny it, all their relationships and feelings before had them tangled up as though they were caught in a spider's web, and they were helpless to escape it.

037. Haunted She thought it was a sign of recovery, a promise of the future, but he saw it for what it was - a memory of the life where he had been a weak and sickly person, and wished it would go away. 

038. Rich Being modest people, their home was neither extravagant nor meticulous, and really only had the bare necessities, as well as their photographs on the walls - that was how they'd found themselves feeling like luckiest people in the world; through their abundant and rich memories. 

039. Everybody They didn't have to declare anything about their relationship, since how much they meant to each other was so glaringly obvious to everyone that the moment they tried to bring it up, the only response they got was "About time." 

040. Meant No Harm Whenever she saw that dejected look in his eyes from her long disappearance, she had to fight the urge to apologize out loud - she never meant to hurt him like this, but she was a girl of freedom, and he was always there to welcome her back home.

041. Apple Neither really had the knack for cooking, but after much trial and error (and a few flour fights), the house smelled of cinnamon and apples, and for once, they felt like they were home, well and truly happy. 

042. Darling For the longest time, the pet names were a joke between them, something they only used to tease each other and make the other smile, but now he catches on to whenever she accidentally lets the little things slip so naturally; he'll never point it out though, because deep down it makes him happy to hear it from her.

043. Name After what seemed like years of just being 'that girl' or 'hey trainer', hearing her name in his loving (albeit a little rough) voice gave her back her identity. 

044. By My Side No matter how far away she goes, no matter how long she's gone, Leaf always finds a way to come back to his side, because there is her heart, her life, and her home. 

045. Mountains Though she's traveled across plains and oceans, to green hillsides and winter wonderlands, she never went to the one mountain between Johto and Kanto, because there lied her past, and she wasn't turning back anymore. 

046. Strange He never thought it was unusual when she would just up and leave without a word; after living with her for years, he had accepted it for who she was, and instead took the time to take photographs of the stars, just like he used to. 

047. Effort She promised to stay home more often, so long as he would take the surgery that could save his life, but he didn't care about that part - he wanted her to promise that she would make an effort to face herself so that they actually had something to live for.

048. Seasons Seasons may change, winter to spring, but they would always love each other, until their dying day. 

049. Innocence  He was clumsy, she was naive, but they never had to ask the other for anything else other than the faith and patience that they really needed.

050. Fingertips  The silverette gently traced her features as she slept, memorizing every last detail of her before the sun rose; he wanted this beautiful moment to stay with him forever, the last thing he might possibly see before the fork in the road.

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synchronocity

eight minute challenge, listening to both parts one and two of vocaloid's Synchronocity. 

Characters from an original story called DAYS. You'll see a chapter soon~

She tapped her fingers impatiently on the table, staring at this rag-tag group of companions; a girl from another world entirely, a knight devoted to his work, an archer for hire, a scarred witch, and a deranged scientist.

"Hey -" The girl called out, her sunset orange hair willowing out around her.

"Hm?"

"We're leaving now. Looks like the town we got to go is west of here, but we gotta get horses for travel." The dark-haired woman's brow twitched. She hated these people.

"Fine." 

...

She raised her sword, brows furrowed in concentration. "Why? Why did you betray us?"

The woman adjusted the grip on her rifle, golden eyes cast down in self-disgust. "I had to."

"We trusted you!"

"I know. But your actions are no longer in my best interests." Cocking the gun, she set her sights on the other worldly girl and pulled the trigger. The next second she had fallen on the ground, the tip of a sword at her throat. 

"Deverell," she spat, backing up from the sharp blade's point.

"I never did like you, but she insisted we keep you by us, in case you prove to be of use." 

"I didn't say that!" The cold-as-ice glare he sent her shut the girl up quickly, but Annita - that look of worry in her eyes as she looked at the woman made her feel ... something akin to regret for her actions. But that wouldn't last.

The knight's voice broke their gaze. "Either way, we cannot have someone so dangerous accompany us any longer." This enraged the young girl, making her run up to the knight and grip his arm.

"We aren't killing her." 

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striptease

goofing around, experimenting.

the abrupt stop is because I didn't want to write anymore.  ┐('～`；)┌

It was a dance of passion and excitement as his hands settled themselves on her hips while she propped herself up from the wall, her hands on either side of his head. The kisses ignited a fire like no other in the pit of their stomachs, nestling deep into their cores and simultaneously flaring for each other.

Breaking for air, she watched with dazed amber eyes as his hand moved to touch her shoulder, playing with the straps of her gown and bra, and despite one being a mint green and the other a hot pink, the colors elicited nothing other than the urge to just take them off to expose the rest of her. He tugged on one side, letting the straps hang uselessly off as he kissed her skin. She moaned quietly, her hands sliding up through his hair as he sucked and teased her flesh, giving it the occasional bite.

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Warmth

Kanata Nanami and a married life.

edited for flow and coherency and the needed ending. ;; sobs I need like a beta or something 

With a mug of warm, delicious smelling coffee in her hands, the cat purring at her side, and the fire crackling melodically in the fireplace, she could say this was happiness. Serenity with the world, her home, and herself. She tried not to shift around too much, opting for simply leaning her head back, closing her eyes she while listened to the sounds of a peaceful home. 

The cat lifted his head, his tail flicking with interest as though he could feel something changing. The small mewl was what caught her attention, though she didn't have enough time to react before strong arms draped over her shoulders, embracing her tightly. The woman jumped, disrupting the cat and nearly dropping the cup in her hands. "K-Kanata?" Grinning above her, the hero leaned in to press his lips on her forehead, making her heart flutter. The silverette's smile had turned sheepish while she started at him dumbly, making him wonder... if he'd really done the right thing, until... 

"Kanata!" she cried again, setting the cup down to turn around and hug him, nearly taking them both down as well as the couch, but the photographer managed to steady them with his arms around her waist as he laughed. "I missed you too," he teased breathlessly, giving her a small squeeze before letting go to share a 'welcome home' kiss, albeit shyly.

After all of that excitement, the couple found themselves cuddled together on the couch, not really saying much of anything other than small things like 'I'm glad you're home', though that had just as much meaning as 'I love you' to them. No matter how long he was gone, and the endless sleepless nights alone, every time he came back, their house became a home again. The warmth of his body spread to her heart, and every brilliant smile left no room for doubts of their future.

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Naoto Shirogane & Kanata Nanami

Character study, not romantic. Sometimes the easiest way to get along was to start off a bit roughly.

He hadn't meant to run into the teen. He was really just trying to find out where he was at the moment, and found himself face - well, he really only barely saw the top of their head (hat, whatever) from his view, so he's not that surprised he ran into them.

He was, however, surprised by their ferocity.

"Excuse you," they grumbled (he hates this pronoun, but something seems so off, especially since their voice pivoted between masculine and feminine, their face was just too... nice? visually appealing? aesthetically pleasing? whoa, look at how off topic he got -), shooting a glare at the Pisces with intense cerulean eyes. 

Kanata swallowed, a bit uncertain. It took him exactly two seconds to realize the issue, which promptly made him get really rather annoyed by this uppity tween. "Look, I didn't mean to run into you," he retorted, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

"I know." Casting a frown, they let their gaze soften before lowering it, obviously a bit ashamed of their reaction. "My apologies, I hadn't meant to snap. I must be on my way -" Before they could get away, Kanata reached out to take their unusually skinny arm, stopping them from leaving. Catching their inquisitive eyes, he flushed a little and promptly let go, letting his hand fall to his side. 

"I... uh, I'm a bit lost. Never been here before, so... No idea... where stuff is." Way to be awkward. He scratched the back of his head absently, averting his attention on anything else but the figure before him. The both of them had fallen silent for several moments (which felt like ages to the delinquent, but he wasn't sure what to do) -

"Naoto." He blinked and stared at the blunette in confusion, his hand falling to side.

"Er... what?"

"Shirogane, Naoto. It's my name." 

"Oh. Uh, Nanami... Kanata. Jus' Kanata's fine though." They nodded, a stiff action of confirmation, then waved for him to follow. "I'll show you to the mall. You can get a good view of the city from the rooftop."

He followed, dazed by how quickly they -... Naoto had agreed to show him about. "You don't say..."

Naoto.

It was such an androgynous name, but Naoto was too feminine to be a boy, yet too uncertain to be defined as a girl. 

Tilting his head to properly peek at them, he noted that Naoto's chest was too flat to really ascertain anything more. But... looking at their face from this angle... Naoto had a really pretty facial structure. Smooth and fair skin, too. Their hair looked really rather soft -

"If you have a question, you should say something. Staring is really quite rude, Kanata-san." Oh, he'd been caught. Glancing away as soon as they'd spoken, Kanata laughed awkwardly and tried to determine something to talk about. Naoto had practically given him an open invitation, right?

"Are you... uh, dating anyone?"

What he wouldn't give to smack himself across the face for such a stupid question. Naoto stopped walking, staring at him with wide eyes as the color began to spread on their cheeks.

"That is a personal question, and I ask that you refrain from asking such a thing again." That... was not the answer he was expecting. Neither was the question that followed - "Why do you ask?" He deadpanned, unsure how to respond. "Uh, well, that is, I was just... curious, since I thought that maybe you might have someone important to you?"

"Of course not. That would interfere with my work." 

"Well... what do you do?" 

"I'm a detective." This kid... was full of surprises.

"You're kidding," the delinquent muttered in disbelief, his brows furrowed. How could this pipsqueak be a detective when they were only half his size (okay, that's an exaggeration)? But there was seriously no way that they... were a detective.

"I wouldn't joke about my own profession." 

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complexity

fem!Koguma Shinya, Azusa Kinose. 

The moment he smiled at her, she knew that boy was going to be trouble. Still, she continued to associate with him. They were in the archery club together after all, and first years, though in different courses. They were expected to get along. But unlike their cute senpai, she was teased in an entirely different manner, of which she would call sexual harassment if she could. But he was really rather innocent about it all to begin with, and simply enjoyed getting a reaction of her because she wasn't like Yahisa-senpai. Her mind always jumped to the wrong conclusion, making her blush profusely or stutter out some incoherent response, which amused the Sagittarius to no end.

That day should have been like all the others.

But he had her backed up against a wall, a dangerous look in his amethyst eyes coupled with his sneer that made Shinya weak in the knees. She should have shoved him off, told him to leave her alone, but her voice was in her throat, and she knew she didn't have the strength to push back.

Something had changed, though she couldn't name what.

He leaned in, his mouth slightly agape as he hesitated. "Kuma... chan...?" His voice was husky, and his breath was so warm against her skin that she couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down her spine at that moment. "Why are you... so afraid?" Confused by his question, she realized that he actually seemed a little pained by her behavior and pulled back a little, his eyes anywhere but on her.

"Well, because... y-you're so close, and it's... scaring me." His slim brows knit together, and judging from his scowl, he wasn't satisfied with her response. "... How?" She wished it was possible to increase the distance between them, but being pinned, with both of his hands on either side of her head, made it impossible for the smaller archer. "Because you... You're not... normally like this, and I'm terrified that you... might... That I might..." Wait, what was she saying? Shutting her eyes tightly, Shinya shook her head and placed her hands against his chest, trying keep him from coming any closer. "E-either way! Stop! Just... stop."

Azusa tilted his head in just the slightest manner and hummed, though his face was carefully kept blank for once, making it hard to determine just what he was thinking.

"That you... what, Kuma-chan? That you might... give in? That you might enjoy it?" It almost sounded like a challenge, the way he'd asked. And while she wanted to cry out that that wasn't it, she would deny him the pleasure of fighting by keeping silent, her lips pressed into a thin line while her brows furrowed. The boy's smile only grew at this. "Wow, you actually have some fighting spirit, don't you? I almost pegged you for being weak, you know. I'm glad to proven otherwise."

Or he'll say that. Shinya blinked, losing her guarded stance from his unexpected compliment. Taking this moment, he leaned in, and she shut her eyes tightly as if that would let her escape -

"Ne, Koguma-chan?"

"Koguma-chan? Wake up!"

Her honey colored eyes slowly managed to focus on the two faces in front of her, two brown-haired senpais, though one looked more curious while the other was clearly concerned for the younger girl. 

"Koguma-chan, are you okay? You sounded sort of scared in your sleep." Tsukiko brushed her hair behind her ear as she spoke, her brows knitted as she studied Shinya. 

"Ah, y-yes, sorry. Bad dream," she said softly, lowering her head in embarrassment. That she would dream of him, in such a manner... Was she really all right? That it not only terrified her, but also excited the girl was what scared her the most.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tsukiko asked, her hands clasped on her lap. Shiratori had left the room, probably to inform the others of what had transpired, and she was glad to have been left in the care of the hardworking senpai. Though... When did she fall asleep? They had just been trading stories, that's all, and before she knew it, she had... Shifting her position to something a little more comfortable, Shinya smiled a little, though she knew it wasn't exactly reassuring. "N-no - or well, I would, if I... r-remembered it." 

If only she could forget it.

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Earth

Assassin's Creed II OST - Earth; challenge. 4 minutes.

She raised her hand to shield her eyes, squinting because of the sun's too-cheery greeting. It looked like it was going to be another interesting day, to say the least.

She wasted no time running to their special place - the tall, proud willow tree at the top of the hill, where a small crook at it's base left plenty of room to hide their secret treasures.

But the next moment it was all ablaze. The tree, and him beneath it. She cried out, a strong pair of arms restricting her from getting any closer. She had to save him! He was dying! Why won't they let her go to him? 

Looking up at her captor with anger, the feeling disappeared quickly - It was him. She inhaled sharply, and saw that the tree was now nothing but ashes, and the boy... was before her, offering his kind hand.

And then she awoke.