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Blonde L❤ve {Tamaki Suoh}


Anime: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Reader x Tamaki
Genre: Romance, Fluff



You sat outside on the stone bench, a book open in your lap. Instead of heading to lunch, where most of the other Ouran students were, you had decided to head outside for some peaceful reading. At times, you’d feel as if someone was watching you, but whenever you’d look around, no one was there; you were all alone in the area.

Shrugging it off, your eyes returned to the printed word of the book.

That is until a shadow loomed over you and blocked your light. Looking up, you blinked curiously at the hyper-active blonde that stood before you.

“Good afternoon, hime!” Tamaki smiled, his hands laced behind his back. “Are you not eating lunch? I looked for you, but you weren’t there.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I had a good breakfast, so I’m not really hungry. I figured I’d use this time to catch up on some reading.”

“Oh, I see.” He nodded to show his understanding, his blonde locks swaying as he moved.

“More importantly, you said you were looking for me?” You questioned, your voice soft as you gazed at the blonde.

He nodded enthusiastically, grabbing your hands in his own. “Will you take a walk with me, hime? I have something I’d like to tell you.”

“Of course.” You nodded, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking back at the awaiting male. “But only if you call me by my name instead of ‘hime’.”

The corners of his lips curled up into a smile as he nodded hyperly. It was a small gesture of affection, but it made his heart soar. “Shall we go then?” He questioned, enjoying the taste of your name on his tongue as he held his hand out for you to take.

You smiled, your hand slipping into his own.

He pulled you off the bench with ease before letting his fingers lace with yours. It was a bold move that erupted sparks through both of your bodies and ignited your cheeks, but it was a move that neither regretted. His grip tightened as he began to walk, his mind running wild with thoughts of how to go about this.

He had planned to confess his feelings for you, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He was even more worried over how you would react. Tamaki had so many different ideas floating around in his head, thanks to the evil twins, about what you could do along with rejecting him. And, being the dramatic person he was, he feared the worst.

“Tamaki?” You called softly, stopping and tugging his hand to turn him around so he was facing you. “Are you alright?”

He blinked, his mind taking longer to register the words than normal. “H-Hai. I’m just fine!”

“Are you sure? You seem so quiet.”

Anyone who knew Tamaki Suoh knew that something was wrong with him when he was quiet, considering his usual nature was loud and never seemed to stop talking.

“Well… I have something I’d like to tell you.”

The wind blew, ruffling his blonde locks and letting them fall into his deep purple eyes, shining with nervousness. You noticed just how handsome he looked. At the same time, Tamaki noticed just how beautiful you were with the wind blowing gently through your hair.

Tamaki took a deep breath, his hands holding tightly onto your own and his cheeks turning a deep red. “I love you!”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden confession. You knew something was on his mind, but you hadn’t expected that. “T-Tamaki…”

Fearing the worst, his eyes began to water and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout; Someone as emotionally fragile as Tamaki could not handle a rejection. You could see that better than anybody, but you never had any intention of rejecting him to begin with.

Your lips curled into a smile as you cupped his face, bringing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. “I love you too, Tamaki.”

“Eh?” He blinked, his body completely freezing. Had he heard you right? Did you really just confess your love for him? Still being frozen and lost in his thoughts, he began to fall to the ground. Just before he hit, however, he sprung back to life, tackling you to the ground. His arms were tight around your form, his head snuggling into your neck affectionately.

He never knew that one confession could make him so happy, nor did you.



“Where are you taking me, Tamaki?” You questioned lightly as the hyper blonde male dragged you across the school grounds. He had approached you after class and said that he had something he wanted to show you but, instead of telling you, he simply grabbed your hand and began to pull you away. By the time you reached the destination, the sun had sunk low over the horizon, casting orange hues over the land.

“T-Tamaki…” You breathed, looking around in ecstasy at the sight. Tamaki had brought you to a maze like area with thick and lush green bushes which were covered with roses of various shades of color. In all the time you’ve spent at Ouran, you had never come across this area before. Ouran was a very large place, after all. “It’s so beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it!” He cocked his head to the side, blonde locks swaying slightly. “Mother told me that you love roses, so I wanted to bring you here.”

Ah yes, the shadow king of Ouran really did know everything, didn’t he?

“I’m really happy you thought to do so, Tamaki.” You smiled, lacing your fingers with his as you began to walk into the maze like bushes. After reaching the center of the maze, where a stone table and bench lay under a veranda, Tamaki decided to make a move.

Before doubt could cloud his mind, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His nose nuzzled your neck, breathing your scent deeply and sending chills down your spine. A soft kiss was then placed upon your neck.

“From now on, this will be our spot!” Tamaki announced, rubbing his cheek against your own with a bright smile on his face. A rose appeared in his hand and he held it out to you. “A droite, mon amour?”

You smiled brightly, taking the rose from his hand before closing your eyes and enjoying the feel of his arms around you. You had no clue what he had spoken in your ear, but hearing him speak in his native tongue seemed really romantic to you; it made your heart race.



You sat at the table across from Kyouya Ootori in music room three. You had designated the shadow king as a host for the day because you couldn’t get to Tamaki; he was completely surrounded by girls who were hanging off every word he spoke. They were even touching him! You felt like you should be angry, but you weren’t. More upset than anything, but not angry. It wasn’t Tamaki’s fault, and none of the customers knew that you were dating.

“Jealous?” Kyouya questioned, though he already knew the answer. His eyes were covered by the reflection of his glasses as he typed away on his laptop. He could easily tell what you were feeling, without even having to look up at you.

A small sigh left your lips as your sad eyes stared down at the hands folded in your lap. You felt like it was wrong to feel like this, when nothing was going on between them and Tamaki – it was just his job, pretty much.

Still, you couldn’t stop the little green monster that stabbed at your stomach. Nor could you deny Kyoya’s accusation, knowing that he could see right through you.

“Hmm. Tamaki really is an idiot.” He mused, his typing slowing down only slightly. “Why do you come, knowing that this is what awaits you?”

“I promised Tamaki that I would come to the host club everyday.” You responded quietly.

Kyouya smirked, his chin resting in the palm of his hand while his dark eyes glinted with mischief. “The boy really is foolish, but he practically worships the ground you walk on. No matter how many girls approach him, he’ll come back to you, begging for more.”

You giggled lightly, attempting to hide it behind your hand. “You make him sound like a dog, Kyouya.”

“Well…” He trailed off, pausing for a second before resuming his typing.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Tamaki found himself glancing over at the small table you and his best friend sat at every couple of seconds. How could you have designated him over Tamaki? His mind couldn’t wrap around it. He barely focused on what the girls around him were saying, his mind focused solely on you.

He felt a sharp pain when he saw you laughing at something Kyouya had said, a smug smile on his lips as he typed away on his laptop. Why were you laughing? Since when was Kyouya funny? And why was he making you laugh?!

Being Tamaki, he assumed the worst as usual. He had to get over there, before he lost you to the black haired sadist. “Sorry, ladies, but I’m afraid I have to excuse myself.” He told them softly before standing up and leaving the group. He could hear the groans, pleads and sighs of the rabid females but ignored them, his mind set on only one person.

You looked up in surprise as Tamaki stood over you, a serious expression on his face. “Is something the matter, Tamaki?”

“You shouldn’t leave your customers. We’ll lose money that way.” Kyouya scolded, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Tamaki ignored his comment, grabbing you and pulling you into a tight hug, his face buried in your chest. You could feel the room tense when he did this, most every girl in the room glaring daggers at you and wishing it was them and not you.

“What’s wrong, Tamaki?” You questioned softly, your hand brushing through his soft locks.

He sniffed, his teary purple eyes blinking up at you childishly as his lip jutted out in a pout. “Don’t you dare leave father for mother!”

“Eh?” You blinked down at him, confused as to what he meant.

“In other words,” Kyouya cut in, leaning back in his chair and pushing his glasses up with his middle finger. “He doesn’t want you to break up with him to be with me.”

“Why would I do that?” You grabbed the blonde’s face, leaning down so your lips hovered against his. “You’re my one and only love, Tamaki Suoh.”

“R-Really?” He sniffed.

You nodded and a smile came to his lips before they crashed against your own, spinning you around in his arms. You laughed softly when he pulled away, setting you back on the ground. What he did next was surprising to everybody, but you found it to be very adorable.

His arm went around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “This is my princess and my love and none of you will steal her away from me!”

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Big Boobs & One Leg {Tsubasa}


Anime: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: None
Genre: Friendship, Humor, Crack

“Get back here!” Tsubasa called, chasing you throughout the grounds of Alice Academy. He was beginning to lose his breath and his lungs were beginning to burn from the struggle of chasing after you. You both had been running for about thirty minutes so far.

You were tired as well, but being older and more experienced, you still had the upper hand when it came to an endurance race between yourself and your kouhai.

Why were you being chased by the shadow manipulating middle schooler? Because Narumi-sensei was too caught up with (cross dressing) work to catch you.

What had you done that made Narumi want you? You may have turned Jinno-sensei’s hair pink…. Well at least you didn’t try to set it on fire, like last time…

“Get back here!” He cried out, struggling to keep you in his sight.

You grinned, ducking behind a rather large tree and watching as the younger male passed by, huffing for oxygen. Once his calls had faded, you let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the tree and closing your eyes. Your hand rested on your chest, where your heart, beating at a fast rate. Taking a deep breath, in and out, you finally regained your normal breathing pattern.

“Hehe, sorry, Tsubasa, but you won’t catch me this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that!”

You looked up at the blue haired male standing in front of you, breathing heavily with a grin on his face. “What – !” A gasp left your lips once you realized that you could no longer move. Looking down, you noticed Tsubasa’s foot on your shadow, trapping you with no way to escape.

His grin widened as he winked at you, “Gotcha, senpai!”

“Damn it.” You scowled, narrowing your eyes at the younger male. “That’s cheating, Tsubasa!”

“Is not!” He stuck his tongue out. “Narumi-sensei said I could use any means to catch you~♥.”

Any means to catch me, huh?, You smirked, Then I’ll use any means to escape!

“Can I tell you something interesting, Tsubasa?”

“Sure.” He blinked, looking curiously at you.

“I heard this joke a while back. I wanted to share it with you, as a gift for being able to catch me.”

He nodded, a smile on his face.

“If a girl with big boobs works at Hooters, then where does a person with one leg work?”

“Huh?” He blinked, cocking his head to the side, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes; he looked thoroughly confused. “Hmmm.” He put his hand on his chin, eyes closed and face twisted in concentration as he attempted to figure out what the answer was. He was determined, too, but it was proving to be extremely difficult for the young male.

“Want me to tell you? I’m sure JinJin-sensei is getting impatient, waiting for my punishment to be dealt.”

He opened his blue orbs, blinking at you before nodding, “I can’t figure it out. Tell me, senpai.”

You nodded, a grin appearing on your lips, “If a girl with big boobs works at Hooters, then where does a person with one leg work?” You paused, watching as he leaned forward, eager to hear the answer, “IHop.”


Complete silence, other than the whistling of the wind against the leaves on the trees.

He blinked. “….”

Suddenly, without fail – just as you had predicted – the young male fell backwards onto the grass, clutching his stomach and roaring with laughter that even the people in central town could hear. His eyes were shut tight, his grip tightening around his stomach as he kicked his legs into the air.

You grinned, slowly beginning to move away from the boy before taking off running. You waved over your shoulder at the hysterical boy, your own laughter ringing out through the school grounds, “Thank you, Tsubasa ♥~!”

“Heh?” His laughter stopped abruptly, but his position did not change. He lifted his head, blinking in surprise before jumping up and resuming the chase. “That’s not fair!”

When Tsubasa had fallen backwards onto the ground, his foot had released your shadow, allowing you to move freely.

He was never gonna to hear the end of this from Jinno-sensei…

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Attention Please {Belphegor}


Anime: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing: Reader x Belphegor
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Light Smut/Suggestive Content

: Rain

“Oi! She-male! Where’s Bel?”

Squalo turned around, hands balled into fists and teeth clenched. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it?” You questioned, a mocking smirk on your lips as you winked in a flirty manner towards the older male. He simply twitched, pointed down the hall and walked away, muttering about how he wanted to kill you.

You laughed it off as you turned towards the direction he had pointed. You found Belphegor standing in the doorway to the balcony, watching the small drops of water fall from the sky and hit the concrete balcony. You moved to stand next to him, letting your hand slip into his own.

“Ushishishi~” His grip tightened to an almost painful degree, but you didn’t mind; you had gotten used to it. “The princess doesn’t mind getting wet, does she?”

Before you could respond, Bel had thrown you out into the rain, following after and pinning you to the railing.

You scowled at the blonde pressed against you before letting a smirk replace it. “Oh, Bel~? Why do you love the rain?”

“Ushishishi~” Was his response as his hand moved to cup your breast through the soaking wet shirt you wore. “Take a guess, princess♥~” His husky whisper against you ear sent shivers down your spine.

: Prisoner

You groaned as you stared up at the dark white ceiling. Your nose was running and your whole body ached. “Damn that Bel! If it wasn’t for him – ah, ah, achoo! – I wouldn’t have gotten sick!”

Thanks to Belphegor’s stunt a few days ago, throwing you out into the rain in winter, you have contracted a wonderful cold. Thanks to this, Bel is holding you prisoner in his bedroom, refusing to let you out. He’s even gone so far as to lock the door and windows and handcuff you so you can’t get out of bed.

This didn’t make you feel much better.

“Ushishishi~ The princess seems angry~” Bel’s voice was laced with pure amusement as he entered the room, that cocky cheshire grin on his face.

You scoffed, sitting up and narrowing your eyes at the blonde. “Because of you, I’m miserable!”

“Ushishishi~ You shouldn’t blame the prince for your own faults.” He chuckled, moving to lay on top of you. “Your prince is here to save you~”

Despite the comment you wanted to throw at him, you simply smiled and let your free hand play with his blonde locks. You may have been Belphegor’s prisoner, but that was a life you were willing to live as long as he was by your side.

: Interruption

“Bel, stop!” You whined, attempting to push the blonde male away from you.

He grunted in response, grabbing one of your wrists and slamming it against the wall. He used his free hand to grab a knife and slice your cheek. “Ushishishi~ The princess shouldn’t tell the prince what to do~”

“The prince shouldn’t be acting so horny when he’s in Squalo’s room!” You hissed, ignoring the wet tongue that lapped up the blood.

“The peasant shouldn’t have had pornographic magazines in plain view, then the prince wouldn’t have been turned on.”

Typical Bel, You thought, always blaming others.

“Ushishishi~” Belphegor pressed his body further into your own, leaving not a single inch of space between you. Just as your lips were about to connect, the bedroom door slammed open, interrupting your ‘moment’ to reveal a very pissed off shark.

“What. The fuck. Do you. Think. You’re. Doing?” Squalo gritted his teeth in an attempt to calm his boiling rage.

You bit your lip to stop from laughing at the angry male.

Bel chuckled, “What’s it look like, peasant? The prince is having fun with the princess♥~”

VOI! I’m gonna kill you brats!

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Age Is But A Number {Sakaki Taro}


Anime: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: High School Reader x Sakaki
Genre: Humor, Romance, Light Smut

“Hurry up!” Choutarou called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the street towards Hyotei Gakuen, the school in which he attended.

“Che. I’d rather take my time and enjoy the few blissful moments of silence I have left before that damned monkey ruins it.”

“You shouldn’t be so mean to Atobe-san!” He scolded lightly.

You scoffed at the honorific. “If he wasn’t such an arrogant annoying monkey, maybe I’d consider it.”

He let out a sigh, knowing he wouldn’t win that particular argument. Finally, you reached Hyotei, the school you hated with a passion; Rikkaidai was a much better school in your opinion. The only reason you agreed to come watch his morning practice was because he is your baby cousin.

Shishido was standing by one of the empty courts, clearly annoyed by the loud screaching of Atobe’s fangirls that had crowded around the self proclaimed ‘King’. Yuushi and the others were ignoring it (which they deserve major credit for). Jirou was sleeping and Sakaki was…well, he was just Sakaki. Shishido looked relieved when the pair of you entered the courts.

“Arn. You’re late, Choutarou.” Atobe stood, pushing past his fan girls and running his hand through his purple locks. This sent his fangirls into a frenzy, like sharks at feeding time.

You rolled your eyes in disgust.

“Sorry, I had to go and get my cousin.” He motioned towards you.

“Ah~ hime-chan~ You’ve come to be awed by Ore-sama’s prowess, ne?”

You scoffed. “If I’m going to be awed by anything, it’ll be your stupidity.”

The fangirls gasped in horror and glared at you in hopes of setting your form on fire.

Atobe’s eye twitched as he attempted to remain calm.

Shishido was smirking and Choutarou was looking between you and Atobe with worry filled eyes; he was always such a worry wart.

“If you came to disturb practice, leave.” Sakaki spoke from his position on the bleacher closest to Atobe’s chair. His leg was folded over the other, arms crossed and eyes closed. “Otherwise, sit down and shut up.”

You scowled at the older man, about to respond with something smart when Choutarou sent you that look. His eyes became bigger and glazed over like he was going to cry. His bottom lip stuck out slightly, showing his dissatisfaction. He really wanted you there to watch his practice.

With a defeated sigh, you walked over and plopped down on the bench next to the uptight older male. Choutarou smiled in gratitude.

Practice went on as usual. Atobe was doing nothing short of sitting in his expensive chair and drinking some odd colored rich bitch drink while critisizing his team members; all of which were working their asses off.

You leaned forward so you could see Atobe on the other side of Sakaki. “Oi, monkey king.”

His eye twitched, but he answered none the less. “Yes, hime-chan?”

“Number one, call me ‘hime’ one more time and I’m going to shove that damned racket so far up your ass, you’ll be walking straight for the rest of your life.” Another, more violent twitch. Sakaki had his eyes on you, as well, clearly not happy about your comment. “Number two, you have no right to criticize them when you’re doing nothing but sitting on your fat ass.”

“Ore-sama is observing.” He retorted, dark eyes narrowed as he chose to ignore the insult to his ass. “It’s the job of a captain.”

You scoffed. “Sure it is. You’re the only captain that observes. All the other captains actually work their asses off with their team. But, I guess someone like you couldn’t understand that.”

He went to retort but stopped when Sakaki stood, grabbing the back of your shirt and dragging you along with him. “Stop standing around!” He ordered.

Immediately everyone went back to practice, except for Choutarou who was sending you worried looks over his shoulder (and Jirou who was still asleep).

Sakaki pulled you with him as he walked to the school, going straight to his office. “Sit.” He commanded.

“I’m not a dog, you know.” You rolled your eyes, taking a seat on the comfy leather couch he had, while he sat in his desk chair. “How long are you going to make me stay here?” You mused, propping your feet on the coffee table.

“Until practice is over.” He answered, his voice full of authority.

“Well, at least your office is comfy.” You murmured, glancing around the spacious office. It was more like a small apartment, really. Lifestyles of the rich and famous entered your mind and you chuckled.

“I’m going to go ahead and warn you.” He turned to you, his eyes cold and hands folded in front of him. “If you keep this up, I will ban you from attending practice and matches.”

You groaned, throwing your head back to stare at the ceiling. “Do you even know how much will power it takes not to say anything to him?” His eyes narrowed at you and you groaned again. “Ugh. Fine, fine. For Chou-chan’s sake.”

Twenty minutes in and you were bored out of your mind. “Hey Sakaki? I’m bored.”

“Not my problem.” He was looking over some papers on his desk.

With a scoff, you stood up and walked over to him, leaning on his shoulder so you could read the paper he held in his hand. You could feel him tense and you blinked. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“No.” Was his simple reply, voice devoid of any and all emotion.

“Okay then.” You paused. “Mind if I ask you a question?” He grunted and you took that as a yes. “How old are you? Me and the others were talking about it, because not one of us knows.”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Errr…” You pulled away, moving around to sit on the side his desk. “Late twenties, early thirties?”

He shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Fourty-three.”

“Dude, you do not look forty-three.” You blinked, leaning closer to get a better look at him.

Something flashed through his brown eyes and he reached forward, grasping your wrists and pulling you down onto his lap so that you were straddling him. Your eyes widened when his lips pushed roughly against your own, hands clasped tightly around both of your wrists.

You didn’t know how to react.

He smirked, pressing his lips against yours once more as he whispered your name in a husky tone. The way he said it… it was strangely arousing.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips to his, freeing your hands from his grasp and running them through his brown hair. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his own.

This should have been wrong.

The age difference was huge.

But, somehow, it seemed… right.

You groaned in pleasure when his head slipped under your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently, the cold metal from his ring sending shivers down your spine.

You had known Taro Sakaki since you first visited Hyotei three years ago. You were never friends, but mere acquaintances. You never would have expected it to turn out like this, but you’re glad it did. So what if the age gap was huge. Since when was love measured by numbers?

Age is nothing more than a set of numbers. They mean nothing when it comes to Love. And even if everyone else thought it was wrong, you were more than happy to tell them to piss off. In your eyes, and in his, it was right.

It was true love.

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High School Nightmares {Masaharu Niou}


→ Pairing: None
→ Prompt: School
→ Anime: Prince of Tennis
→ Character: Teenage! Masaharu Niou
→ For: ch.oco.late’s Back To School Contest

High school.

The worst time in everyone’s life, even for the popular kids. Even though they have popularity and god-like looks, there is always some sort of problem at home, and there is always someone who will oppose and stand up to them. Usually, that’s a person who has been bullied constantly and finally decided that they have had enough.

About 60% of the student body is picked on. 20% consists of the losers and loners, who are usually ignored altogether. And the last 10% consists of the few people who actually manage to reach the popularity status.

It doesn’t matter who you are or how much money you have. It doesn’t matter if you’re a cheerleader or a nerd. Though the experiences and lifestyles may be completely different, every single one of them has something in common; high school is their own personalized hell, even if they refuse to admit it and play it off as the “best time” of their life.

Sure, they probably had fun with their friends, but what does that have to do with high school? Nothing.

High school is a simple and nicer way of saying ‘hell’, as well as “three years of my life that I will never get back.”

✎ ✏ ✐

Chiaki yawned as she walked down the hall, her book bag slung over her left shoulder. School was the last place she wanted to be. She’d be happier being stuck with Atobe for a couple weeks. It was laughable how desperate she was to escape.

While her mind was pre-occupied, a pair of arms wrapped around her neck from behind, stopping her in her tracks. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. She could tell by the smell of his cologne.

“You shouldn’t walk around lost in thought. It’s dangerous. Puri~”

She glanced at him, shrugging him off and continuing towards homeroom. Niou followed, falling into pace at her side.

“It’s dangerous when you’re not daydreaming, too. It’s all up to chance.”

“I said ‘lost in thought’, not ‘daydreaming’.” He pointed out, holding his index finger up like a teacher would.

“Same difference.”

“Completely different.”


Niou chuckled as they entered the classroom which was alive with pointless and mindless chatter. Chiaki claimed her seat by the window in the back of the class and Niou claimed his in front of her own.

“So~” Niou turned around, arms folded over the back of the chair. “You going on the field trip next week?”

“Meh.” She shrugged, taking out her notebook and beginning her daily ‘doodle-instead-of-learn’ session.

“‘Meh’ is not an answer.” He snatched her pen, twirling it between his fingers. “I will hold your pen hostage until I get an answer. Puri~”

Chiaki rolled her eyes, pulling out another pen from her pants pocket. Niou snatched it before the tip could even make contact with the page.

“Why do you make it a habit to annoy me?”

“Because I’m your best friend and it’s fun~”

Chiaki let out a sigh before letting her lips curl up into a small smile. “Good answer. Mostly.”


“Alright, everyone sit the hell down!” The teacher muttered boredly as he entered the room. He seemed to want to be there even less than the students. The class quited down and took their seats immediately, knowing full well that pissing him off was not a good idea.

Niou turned back around, reaching back with his hand over his head to return the two pens he had pen-napped. Chiaki took them from his hand without a word and he leaned forward on the wooden surface of his desk.

The teacher, named Nobunaga, muttered incoherently under his breath and shifted through the vast amount of paperwork on his desk. Normally, his mood wasn’t the best; he was permanently in a foul mood (if you had to teach a class full of high schoolers for god knows how long, wouldn’t you be in a bad mood, too?) It was also rare to find people he actually liked and got along with. Fortunately for them, Chiaki and Niou were both included in that small group, though they still worked his nerves from time to time.

“You.” Nobunaga-sensei pointed to a random boy in the first row who squeaked in fear, intimidated by the tall man that stood in front of his desk. “What did we do yesterday?” It wasn’t that he had a bad memory, he just couldn’t be bothered to remember when he had a class full of students to remind him.

“T-The f-ieldtrip… we were t-talking about the f-fieldtrip…!” The boy stuttered, his eyes cast to his sweaty hands that lay in his lap.

“Ah. Right.” Nobunaga ignored the boy’s fear and returned to his desk, searching through the mess of papers once more. “Alright. Listen up, morons! I’m gonna give you all the info sheet for the fieldtrip!”

“You!” He pointed to a girl in the second row, situated directly in front of his desk. “Pass these out.”

“H-Hai…” She stood slowly, reaching out a shaking hand to retrieve the papers. Once they were in her hand, she realed back as if a shark was about to bite her.

“Does she think he’s gonna attack her?” Chiaki whispered to Niou, rolling her eyes. Sure, Nobunaga-sensei was intimidating, sometimes violent and quick to anger, but he didn’t attack students (unless they really deserved it).

Niou snickered, leaning back slightly in his chair. Of course the little sadist was enjoying the other students’ discomfort and fear. Wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. That boy could give Shusuke Fuji a run for his money!

The girl quickly swerved through the rows of desks, handing out a sheet of the paper with trembling hands to every student she passed before scurrying back to her desk with her head down.

Chiaki resisted the urge to laugh (damn Niou was wearing off on her!) as she picked up the info sheet from her desktop, scanning over it with mild interest.

“Now,” Nobunaga-sensei moved to lean against the front of his messy desk, arms crossed over his chest while his narrowed black eyes scanned the classroom, making most every student they landed on tense up and freeze; they really did not want to be called on. “The field trip will be taking place next Thursday at 12:00 PM. Classes until that time will continue as normal. If you want to go, you must get those forms signed and handed back to me before Tuesday.”

Niou and Chiaki exchanged glances before snickering in amusement. Last time they went on a fieldtrip, most everyone in the class turned their forms into other teachers, too afraid to give them directly to Nobunaga. Only three students had actually approached him.

“The fieldtrip will last until Monday, at which point you will leave the hotel at 10:00 AM.”

A small boy who sat in the same row as Chiaki shakily rose his hand. After Nobunaga nodded in approval, the boy voiced his question. “Um… Where will we be going, sensei?”

Nobunaga’s small eyes shifted to the boy before sweeping the class once more, stopping on a blonde girl that sits in the very middle of the classroom. “Allison!”

“Hai!” Allison stood from her chair with a proud grin and walked up to stand next to the teacher. Allison was one of the smartest girls Rikkaidai high school had to offer, rivaled only by Renji. She was also one of the few students who was not afraid of Nobunaga, though she, like Chiaki and Niou, was still intimidated from time to time.

“The fieldtrip, chaperoned by three teachers and two parents, will be taking us on a wonderful trip through time through the way of the Art and History Museum!”

The class erupted in whispers of excitement, but quickly became quiet when Allison glared at them.

She cleared her throat and continued. “That’s only the first two days. The next two days will be spent at the Aquarium. Everyone will be staying in a hotel located between these two attractions. Rooms, as well as room mates, have already been assigned. This will not change, no matter what you do or say! Monday will be spent returning back here. Any questions?”

Several hands shot into the air, the students feeling more comfortable talking to her rather than Nobunaga (who really could care less).

Allison shook her head and wagged her index finger at them before making a ‘tsk’ing sound. “Too bad.”

You’d think they would of learned by now…

Chiaki grinned, biting her lip to stiffle her laughter. Allison was a trip, whether she meant to be or not; a trait difficult to find in someone so smart.

“Sit back down, Allison.” Nobunaga said boredly, waving her off as she questioned him about any secrets he may be hiding concerning the fieldtrip.

“Yes sir!” She saluted him and returned to her seat.

Nobunaga’s black eyes swept the room. “Class ends in less than ten minutes. Do whatever until then.” He then sat behind his desk, arms crossed and eyes closed. When he said ‘whatever’, he meant it. He truly did not care what anyone did, as long as they left him alone. Someone could break a window and set fire to the books in the back of the room and he still wouldn’t care.

Niou turned back around in his seat, sitting like he had upon first entering the room. “Soo~ Have you been persuaded to go on the fieldtrip?”

“No. Sounds kinda boring.” She murmured, leaning back with her arm over the back of her chair and purple orbs staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Che. Go anyway.” He poked her stomach with his pencil. “I need someone to annoy while I’m there. Puri~”

“Renji, Marui, Jackal and Yagyuu are going, ne? Annoy them.”

“It’s not the same. They’re no fun to annoy.” He pouted. “I only get enjoyment out of messing with you.”

Chiaki rolled her eyes and looked out the window at the pale sky. It was about mid Autumn and the days had grown quite chilly. The sky remained covered with light grey clouds, completely blocking off the sun and pale blue sky. The lush leaves of the trees had already changed into brilliant shades of orange and brown. Every time the wind would blow, more leaves would fall from the trees and dance gracefully towards the ground, where they would join their other fallen comrads who had almost completely covered the pavement and grass. Most everyone you saw was wrapped tightly in a winter coat or thick winter clothes, but Chiaki’s group was different.

She herself adored the cold weather, often going out with short sleeves or no sleeves at all and jeans. Most people thought she was crazy, but that didn’t matter. The Rikkai Regulars often went out in shorts and short sleeves shirts (other than Yukimura, who often preferred pants).

Chiaki was also thankful that Rikkai high didn’t require its students to wear a uniform like the middle school division did. High school was more free than middle school, and you got away with a lot more, too.

✎ Monday, 8:00 AM ✎

Chiaki scowled as she walked through the hall, her purple orbs narrowed in a glare aimed at anyone who dared to cross her path. Monday truly was the worst day ever. She should of just skipped.

When Chiaki reached her locker, she threw it open. Before she could pull her books out, though, the door was slammed shut by a manicured hand. Following that was a fake sincere voice belonging to Rikkaidai’s whore troupe.

“Well, Well. If it isn’t Rikkai’s biggest loser.” The leader smirked proudly as if she had just done something impressive. Her two clones sniggered, putting a manicured hand to their glossy lips.

Chiaki’s eyes flashed dangerously before closing in an attempt to block out her rising rage. “Susie. I’m warning you. I am not in the mood.”

“Oh, boo hoo.” She fake cried, putting her hands to her eyes and wiping away invisible tears. “Is Chiaky-winy gonna cry?”

“No. Chiaky-winy’s gonna beat your fake ass nose in!” She growled, spinning around and slamming her fist into Susie’s nose. She shrieked and fell back onto her butt, clutching her nose tightly. That didn’t stop the blood from gushing between her fingers, though. She shrieked again, pointing her free hand at Chiaki who stood in front of her, breathing heavy with her bloody fist clenched.

With that signal, the blonde clones leapt forward and attempted to take her down with a double team, but the sticks were no fighters and Chiaki dodged their attacks with ease. She slammed her elbow into the second clone, which was coming at her from behind, and slammed the first clone into the lockers with her foot. Before the two could get back up, an arm wrapped tightly around Chiaki’s waist, pulling her back and away from the three blonde girls.

“Knock it off!” Nobunaga’s gruff voice reached the ear of the four girls and the students who had stopped off to watch the exchange. “Get your asses to class, now!”

Immediately, the students scrambled, leaving the bloody and broken blonde trio with the still pissed off Chiaki and the annoyed Nobunaga, who still had a firm grasp on her.

“Susie. Parker. Anemone. Detention, room 3-B. No fieldtrip. Chiaki. Detention, homeroom. No fieldtrip.”

The girls shrieked and crowded around him, trying to talk, bribe and blackmail their way out of detention. They even tried threats. They really wanted to go on the field trip. After all, all the hot boys would be going. They just couldn’t miss that!

Chiaki, on the other hand, shrugged herself out of the male’s vice-like grip and rolled her eyes before heading to class. She hadn’t wanted to go on the fieldtrip in the first place, so it didn’t really bother her. The only reason she had even been considering it was because Niou wanted her to go. Detention was her savior at the moment. She didn’t have to go, and Niou couldn’t be mad at her.

When she reached her seat, she got an annoyed and accusing look from her best friend. One that said, ‘you-did-that-on-purpose-so-you-would-get-detention-and-miss-the-fieldtrip’.

Chiaki rolled her eyes again and ignored him, turning to stare out the window. Though it was a good plan, that’s not the reason she had snapped. She was in a bad mood because she had been working all weekend without much sleep, and then had to wake up at 7:00 am so she could get to this hellhole on time.

Nobunaga entered the room a few minutes after the bell rang, an extra malicious glare pointed towards the class. Breaking up a pointless fight between four girls was not his idea of a Monday morning. Chiaki was too lost in thought to notice this, however.

Only when a note landed on her desk did she snap out of it. Picking it up and unfolding it, she couldn’t help but smile at the messy scrawl of her best friend.

✏ You do know this means war, ne? Puri~

Damn that Niou. He was always able to make her smile, no matter what was wrong with her. He truly was an amazing friend.

✎ Tuesday, 1:00 PM ✎

School was almost over, having a little over an hour left of the day. Chiaki hadn’t seen Niou much that day, just glimpses as he hurried down the hall. He seemed preoccupied. With what, she had no clue.

She wondered if it had anything to do with the ‘war’ note he had given her yesterday, but she shrugged it off. Whatever he was up to, she’d find out soon enough. That’s what her instinct told her and it usually wasn’t wrong.

Sure enough, around 1:15, the whole school began to shake, the windows rattling and objects falling off of table tops and desks. The strange events had been caused by an explosion in the science lab. That’s what the class was told when a random student dropped by to inform Nobunaga (who really could care less).

Chiaki paid it no mind. It was probably some moron trying to impress a girl (or vice versa), and they ended up mixing chemicles they shouldn’t have. It wasn’t the first time something like that had happened. She had to admit, though, she was mildly surprised when the door burst open, revealing a fuming Miss Alca (the science teacher) and a soot covered Niou who was grinning proudly.

“I believe this belongs to you.” Her voice was high pitched and laced with annoyance and anger. “How he managed to sneak into my classroom without my knowledge is beyond me! But he is your responsibility, Mr. Hawk!” She released the back of his shirt and roughly pushed him forward before huffing, sticking her nose into the air and leaving the room, the door slamming closed behind her.

“Sorry I’m late, Nobunaga-sensei~” His tone was anything but sorry. He sounded quite proud, actually. Satisfied, arrogant, and highly amused.

“Detention. No field trip. Sit.” Nobunaga’s tone was strict, but it was pretty obvious that he didn’t care. Chiaki would lay odds that the only reason he gave Niou detention was so that he didn’t have to deal with Miss Alca (who was a real bitch).

Niou sent Chiaki a triumphant smirk before taking his seat.

So that’s what he meant by war. Sly bastard.

A note landed on her desk and she un-crumbled it, glancing at the innocent looking male. That boy could definitely make it as an actor.

✏ The War is Over. All that’s left has blown away, and I surrender, Puri~

Chiaki rolled her eyes.

✏ You stole those lyrics, baka. Don’t be dramatic.

He frowned, sticking his tongue out at her.

✏ So what? It’s the truth! D:

✏ I don’t even know what war you were fighting, and you surrendered? Doesn’t sound like you.

✏ The war I was fighting was trying to get them to let you go on the field trip. I even offered for you to serve three weeks of detention, and they still wouldn’t do it. I surrendered, because they wouldn’t change their mind~

✏ Ignoring that comment. And the explosion?

✏ Renji showed me which chemicals to mix to create a safe explosion. It was wonderful, Puri~

He wanted detention, she facepalmed.

He simply snickered, sending her a smirk.

✎ Thursday, 9:30 AM ✎

Even though class was continuing like it normally did, the excitement was clear. It hung in the air like a large cloud over the classroom. Students were shifting in their seats constantly, unable to sit still as the time ticked by. With every passing hour, the 11th graders grew even more restless, like a dog wanting out of it’s kennel to go and chase the squirrel that’s been teasing him for the past thirty minutes. It was obvious that the teachers were feeling the opposite. They were not looking forward to babysitting some 300 kids for five days. For every minute that passed, the designated teachers’ faces turned more and more grim.

When 11:50pm rolled around, they looked as if they were being chased by a whole army of Grim Reapers. The students were the complete opposite, practically jumping for joy. When the principle came over the loud speaker to instruct all 11th graders to line up outside by the busses, every student jumped out of their chair and rushed out of the classroom like it was a race for ten grand. All except for Chiaki and Niou, who had recieved detention a few days prior.

Nobunaga leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk. His eyes were closed and his hands were folded in his lap. He was extremely content that he hadn’t been picked to chaperone the trip. The room was now empty, other than Chiaki, Niou, and a boy named Aki (who had gotten into trouble for skipping more than two weeks of school). The room itself was quiet, but the excited murmurs of the students piling into the busses below could be heard through the open window.

A knock broke the silence and Nobunaga growled, eyes narrowed at the wood. “What?!”

The door was pushed open and a rather large man dressed in a black suit walked in. His eyes were covered by black sunglasses, but something told Chiaki that his eyes were hard and set, like stone. One of his hands was holding tightly onto the back of a brown haired boys’ neck, who had a scowl on his face. His other hand was fisted around the back of the other boys’ shirt, who looked like he was half asleep.

Chiaki and Niou exchanged looks.

What were two boys from Hyotei high doing here? And who was the strange man that brought the two into the room?

Said man roughly shoved the pair further into the room before grunting and disappearing. The brunette, known as Ryo Shishido, caught himself before he could hit the ground. His friend wasn’t as lucky. Jirou Akutagawa fell to his knees, eyes half closed.

“Why are they here?” Chiaki questioned, leaning back in her chair.

“Take a seat.” Nobunaga commanded, closing his eyes once more.

Shishido glared at him before sitting in the third row, sliding down onto the wooden chair; he looked pretty pissed off. Jirou yawned, shuffling lazily off the cold floor and into the seat beside Niou. He folded his arms on the desk before laying his head on top of them, his eyes closed.

“Hyotei high is going on the field trip with Rikkai High.” Nobunaga answered finally.

“Eh?” Chiaki blinked.

“That wasn’t on the info sheet, Puri~” Niou stated, chewing a piece of gum he had stolen from Marui previously that day.

“Didn’t I mention that?” Nobunaga asked, staring lazily at the pair.

“No.” They chorused.

“Hyotei is going on the fieldtrip with Rikkaidai.” He told them, his tone uncaring.

“Gee, thanks a lot.” Chiaki rolled her purple eyes.

He smirked, closing his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“So~ We get to spend four and a half days with them.” Niou muttered under his breath un-enthusiastically.

True enough, the students of Hyotei weren’t exactly easy to get along with. Most of them were snooty, arrogant, and down right irritating. They thought they were better than everyone else, like kings and queens. Their school was filled with the finest of everything that money could buy; it was sickening.

Jirou shivered, his exposed skin covered with goosebumps. He was wearing his tennis uniform, which consisted of shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Though his clothes were slightly large on him, the sleeves of his shirt stopped just inches above his elbow and his shorts stopped at the knee. All three of the buttons on his shirt were undone, leaving plenty of skin exposed to the cold air leaking in through the window. Shishido was dressed in the same attire, but he didn’t seem at all affected; he was too busy glaring at the wall.

Chiaki adored the cold and didn’t mind the way it nipped at her exposed flesh that wasn’t covered by her T-Shirt. Her jeans were thin and had a few holes on the front, letting her feel the cold air as if she wasn’t wearing pants at all. Niou, on the other hand, was not fond of the cold, but he didn’t necessarily hate it. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt, which was about as thin as Chiaki’s jeans, but it was made of cotton, offering him enough warmth to stay satisfied.

Feeling sorry for the shivering male, Chiaki grabbed her hoodie out of her bag and stood up, dropping it over the male’s shoulders. He lifted his head in surprise, his tired eyes staring up at her with child-like curiousity.

Chiaki returned to her seat, shrugging when Niou raised an eyebrow.

Jirou stared at the hoodie for a few seconds before sitting up and slipping his arms into the sleeves, pulling it tight around his small frame. He snuggled into it, laying his head back down and falling asleep with a smile on his face.

The Minutes ticked by.

12:30 pm. Tick.

1:15 pm. Tock.

1:30 pm. Bang.

Niou’s head hit the desk and he groaned. “I can’t believe we have to go through this for four and a half days! It’s so boring!”

Chiaki was leant back in her chair, her feet propped up on the back of Niou’s chair and her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. “Four days of sitting here doing absolutely nothing from 8:30 to 3:00. This isn’t detention, it’s torture!”

“Che. Don’t complain, brats.” Nobunaga opened his eyes and shifted in his chair. “I work from seven to four and have to deal with a bunch of spoiled, hormonal, angst ridden teenagers all day long, five days a week.”

Niou and Chiaki exchanged glances and nodded.

“Yep, you’ve got it worse, Puri~”
“I feel sorry for you, Nobunaga-sensei.”

“You don’t sound sorry.” He muttered. “Damn brats.”

The pair grinned “Damn teachers!”

Nobunaga scoffed, but couldn’t hold back the smirk that took over his lips.

Yes, high school was a horrible nightmare that was nearly impossible to escape from. But the rarities are what makes it bearable. The insane but loveable friends. The crazy ass, uncaring teacher who was as cool as a teenager. And the unexpected guests that appeared every now and again.

It all made it worthwhile, and Chiaki wouldn’t give it up for the world.

This was her own personal high school nightmare, and it couldn’t get any better.


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Don’t Be Nervous {Kasamatsu Yukio}


Pairing: Kasamatsu x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Your eye twitched at the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, narrowed eyes sliding up the toned arm to the culprit. “Why do you have to involve me?”

Bakagami glanced over his shoulder. “Because you’re one of the scariest people I know.”

A sweatdrop appeared on the back of your head. “I never knew you had such a way with words. I’m surprised the girls aren’t falling over themselves to hear you speak!”

He scowled at the remark but chose to keep his mouth shut.

Silence fell as you made your way to the park. For what, you had no clue.

When you reached the destination, your eyes landed on a few familiar faces; Kise, who looked rather chipper. Kuroko, who wore the same blank expression as always. Koganei, who looked excited and ready to go. And Kasamatsu, who looked rather nervous.

Your gaze followed Koganei’s and you raised an eyebrow at the four girls standing off to the side. They were huddled together, whispering amongst theirselves and glancing at the group of boys.

You yanked your arm free of Kagami’s grasp and narrowed your eyes into a glare, ready to demand an explanation when you were glomped by a blonde blur, knocking you back a few paces.

“I’m glad you could make it! Now we can go!” His grip around your body disappeared and he hurried over to the girls, ushering them along. Koga followed happily with Kuroko at his side, while Kasamatsu kept his distance.

Kagami gripped your forearm in a gentle but firm hold, leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. “Kise is trying to find Kasamatsu a girlfriend, but he’s useless when it comes to girls.”

You bit back the smart remark that begged to be released. “Okay… so what up with the group?”

“Kise needed two more guys, and when he asked Kuroko, Koganei-senpai said he would do it. He ended up having to beg Kuroko before he would agree.” He scoffed, shoving his hands into his shorts. “Kuroko threatened me with that damn dog, so I had to come along.”

“And I’m here because…?”

“They were short one girl and I wasn’t about to get set up with some chick I didn’t know.”

“Lovely. I knew I should have ignored your call.”

He sent you an annoyed glare, but you weren’t entirely sure it was meant for you. “If I have to suffer, you can to!”

“You’re such a good friend, Taiga.”

“Shut up.”

“Come now. Is that any way to speak to your elder?”

“Shut up.”


To say that the atmosphere was ‘awkward’ would be the world’s greatest understatement. The only ones talking were Koga and Kise, along with their dates. Honestly, you were fine with Kagami not talking to you but the silence was a bit killer, especially with the aura Kagami and Kasamatsu were giving off.

You rested your elbow on your crossed legs and plopped your cheek into your palm, playing with your shoelace to pass the time which seemed to be dragging by. God, you wish Kise would pull the plug already. His little plan obviously wasn’t working. Even when his date said something to him, all Kasamatsu would do was nod. He wouldn’t even look at her!

Your cell phone buzzed in your pocket and you shared a glance with Kagami before fishing it out and flipping it open. Why in the world was Kise texting you when you were in the SAME room?

Why are you sitting on the floor?

You held in a snort.

Because I refuse to sit next to some girl I don’t know.

Participate, please? 😦

You glanced up and caught Kise’s frown. No matter how tough you liked to believe yourself to be, that look was not something you could easily look over. You sighed before getting up off the floor, only to plop into Kagami’s lap. He grunted at the added weight, growling into your ear.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” You muttered before forcing a smile as you addressed the girls. “So! What do you guys do for fun, hmm?”

“Shopping!” They giggled in unison.

You hung your head in disbelief, the corner of your lips twitching. I can’t work with this, Kise!


Blinking blankly, you looked up at the girl sitting across from Kasamatsu. She was a small thing, probably Kuroko’s height, with hair as green as Midorima’s and eyes like emeralds. Thick rimmed glasses were positioned on her face, helping to hold back her bangs that had fallen from the braids’ grip. She fidgeted nervously, but managed to meet my eyes with confidence in her voice.

“I-I’m on the debate team at school.”

Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward. Hope! There was hope after all! “That’s cool. Ne, Yukio?”

He jumped when you nudged him in the side, his face turning a bright red as his hands tightened around his slacks. “Y-Yeah…”

You twitched again. That fool had no idea what he just agreed to! Kagami sniggered, probably at your irritation, and tried to cover it up with a few coughs. A swift nudge to the ribs had him coughing for real.

“Mou, what’s taking that idiot waiter so long?” The blonde sitting across from Kise whined, crossing her legs and causing her skirt to ride up her leg. She ended up flashing Kise, but she didn’t seem to care. She wasn’t the type to care. “I’m hungry, Ryo-kun!”

“I’ll go check and see what the hold up is!” You jumped up, a little too eager, ignoring Kise’s sharp look. Seeing how miserable he looked, you figured you’d spare poor Yukio, as well. “Give me a hand?”

His blue eyes snapped up to meet yours, as if to make sure you were speaking to him. You held your hand out in confirmation, figuring he might need some help un-sticking himself from between Kagami and Kuroko. He seemed to hesitate, swallowing hard before slipping his sweaty hand into your own. It proved just how nervous and uncomfortable he really was.

You pulled him up with ease, not bothering to spare the others a glance before you turned and left the room, pulling the younger boy along behind you. Only when you were a safe distance away did you release his hand, instead placing them in the pockets of your hoodie.

“Sorry if you wanted to stay. Just seemed like you were pretty uncomfortable.”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”

You glanced at him curiously. “You really didn’t wanna do this, did you?”

“I don’t have time for girls.”

You chuckled at his response and he glared at you, unamused.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“You’re only saying that because you don’t know how to handle them. That’s why Kise was trying so hard to help you.”

He didn’t respond, instead turning his head away. Guess you pissed him off.

“Well, what do I know?” You laughed, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “I don’t know you well enough to say either way. I was just going by what I’ve heard from Kise.”

“It’s not my fault I can’t talk to girls.” He muttered in a soft voice. You almost didn’t hear him.

“You’re talking to me, aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t count!”

“How so?” You raised a brow curiously.

“You’re different. It’s not like I’m talking to a girl when I talk to you!”

Did he just call you a guy? You think he did. This kid was about as useless as Kagami… Kise wasn’t kidding!

“I-I mean…” He stumbled over his words, eyes wide and face bright red. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words, but none came.

You laughed again, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it. I know I’m not the most girly thing out there. I’m one of the guys, and it’s easy to forget that I’m female.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not so easily hurt, so relax.” You hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until you glanced over and found the spot next to you vacant. Before you had the chance to turn around, arms wrapped around your body from behind, pinning your arms to your side. The embrace was awkward and you could feel just how tense his body was… he really didn’t have any experience. It was actually pretty surprising, considering how good looking he is.

You tapped his arm curiously after a minute of silence. “What are you doing, Yukio?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it came out. I just…”

“I said it’s fine.” You laughed, patting his arm. You expected his grip to disappear, or at least loosen up a bit, but he tightened it instead.

“The truth is… I always get nervous around you. I never know what to say or do, and I always get jealous when I see how easy it is for Kise to talk to you. I just wanna smack him!”

“You should. Holding in your anger is bad for your health, ya know.” You were dead serious, too. You love Kise, but he could get on your nerves sometimes. He needed some tough love. Especially after tonight. “Your problem is that you think too much.”

You pried his arms off, turning around to meet his confused gaze. His cheeks were alight with red and something burned in the depths of his blue eyes, but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“You think too much about what to do and what to say, and you end up psyching yourself out. Don’t think so much. Be impulsive and just say or do whatever comes to mind. You can think about it later on.”

He looked down at the floor, seeming to think about what you told him. When he looked up again, there was a fire burning in his eyes. You didn’t move as he reached forward, grabbing your shoulders firmly and pulling you into his body. His lips crashed down onto your own, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your body was thrown into shock… you couldn’t move a muscle! Was Kasamatsu Yukio really kissing you? It seemed like a dream.

After a few seconds, he pulled away enough to create a few inches between your lips. Having him so close, you realized just how good looking this boy really was. With his spiked black hair and intense blue eyes, his strong features and his well-defined brow. He was almost god-like in looks. Kind of like Kise, but more masculine and rough.

You still hadn’t moved.

He must have taken that as a bad sign because he began to pull away. It was then that you realized what needed to be done.

Your hand grabbed the back of his neck to stop him in his tracks, fingers sliding through his silky hair. His eyes widened in surprise before your lips collided again, this time with more passion and want. The grip around your waist tightened as your lips moved in perfect sync.

The passion began to heat up as he pushed you against the wall, his muscled body making you groan in satisfaction as it molded against your own. You guess the sound snapped him out of whatever trance he had been in, because he jumped away from, eyes wide like saucers and his hand covering his mouth.

You licked your lips to get another taste of him, chest heaving up and down as you attempted to slow your rapidly beating heart.

The passionate air that you had just been bathed in slowly stared to fade away, making way for an air of awkwardness that you weren’t quite sure how you could break. You didn’t know how he felt, so you didn’t know what step you should take next. For all you knew, he could have been just using you for practice.

“I’m s – ”

“Don’t say it.” You scowled, rubbing the back of your head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“You didn’t pull away.”

“Did you want me to?”


Surprised by the answer, your eyes met his. The shock had faded, it seemed, and there was determination burning in the depths of his eyes. A couple steps was all it took before he was directly in front of you, his lips hovering over your own.

“I still feel nervous around you.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck. “Hmm, we’ll just have to keep practicing until your not nervous anymore.”

“What about Kise?”

“Who cares. He’ll find out eventually.” You muttered, capturing his lips once more.

This time, you didn’t let him get away.


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It’s A Fucking Conspiracy! {Tenipuri Crack Shot}


Pairing: None

Genre: Crack, pure unbelievable crack

Warnings: Bad language, kiddies beware!

Note: The events described below of the computer incidents actually DID happen to me several years back and inspired me to write about it featuring my favorite characters from Rikkai~

“You’re crazy~” Niou was lying on your bed, propping himself up on his elbows as his aqua orbs followed his best friend as you paced back and forth.

“It’s not crazy, Niou.” You scoffed, sending a mild glare towards your companion. “It’s a fucking conspiracy!”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Marui was sitting next to Niou, legs crossed indian style with a bag of pink and blue cotton candy in his lap. He pinched off a piece of the blue sugar and popped it in his mouth. “Computers can not conspire against humans, baka!”

“Bullshit! Wasn’t there once a prophecy about robots taking over all of humanity?”

“You’re thinking of I, Robot, puri~”

“We’re not even talking about robots! We’re talking about a laptop.”

“It still counts damn it!”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“Yes, it does!”

“Does not!”

“Does so!”




The three Rikkaidai students turned their attention to the doorway of your bedroom where the yell had come from. Sanada was glaring at the pair of you, eyes narrowed in annoyance while Yukimura stood beside him with a small, gentle smile on his face. “What’s going on in here?”

You and Marui exchanged glances.

Niou chuckled, amused by the childish antics of his friends. “She’s convinced that her laptop is conspiring against her.”

“Are all high schoolers that dimwitted?” Sanada commented, leaning against the now closed bedroom door with his arms folded over his chest.

You scowled, glaring at the younger male. “Fuck you!”

“Dear,” Yukimura called, his tone calm but with a slight undertone of warning; he never did like it when you used such language. “Explain to me why you think that.”

“Gladly! It all started about two years ago…”


≀ Incident #1 – New Laptop ≀

It was your 15th birthday and you had been given the gift of a brand new Toshiba laptop. You were happy, naturally, since you had been wanting one for a long time.

Not even a week after you received it, you began to experience trouble with it. However, being the stubborn fool person you are, you simply shrugged it off with the thought, “It will eventually go away”, a lot like any medical problem you have.

Anyway, as time passed, the problems with the computer got worse until, finally, the stupid piece of crap thing stopped working and would not even turn on. So, you took said object to your local electronics store where the geeks could handle it, and find out what the problem was. Of course, you had the thought in mind that it may be a virus, but you seriously doubted that thought.

After weeks of hell waiting, you finally got your computer back. Apparently, the hard drive had gone bad, or some stupid shit such as that.

Despite the fact that all of your shit was gone from said stupid object, your computer was back and working. You were satisfied.

≀ Incident #2 – Internet Problems ≀

You had gotten an AT&T wireless laptop internet card. Now, it was good and it worked. Though, it was quite slow, you didn’t mind it. As long as it was internet, you were fine. However, said internet liked to cut off randomly and would not come back unless you completely shut down the computer and restarted it – and this didn’t always solve the problem.

Now, it was extremely annoying having to close down everything you were working on to restart it, get it working just for it to stop again 5 minutes later.

Finally, after many varying priced bills and annoying phone calls, you switched to a different internet provider. It was faster, more reliable, and happened to not cut off. You were happy once more.

≀ Incident #3 – More Computer Problems ≀

It’s almost like it had a mind of its own. One minute the CD/DVD drive is working, the next it’s not. It freezes constantly, is slow as shit and likes to piss you off by NOT WORKING.

Now, this often makes you feel like slamming your head against the wall, but you refrain and grind your teeth, trying to keep your bad temper under wraps.

≀ Incident #4 – Power Cord ≀

Now, you knew from the very beginning that Toshiba was a piece of shit, especially after all of the problems that you’ve had since day one. But you never expected the power cord to go berserk, as well. It started out where the cord only worked when you played with it and moved it to a certain angle. No big deal.

But then it started to get harder to get it to work, no matter what position you held it in. The problem, you guessed, was a short in the wiring just at the base of the tip that connected to the computer, not the plug. Anyway, it was fine, as long as it worked.

Until one day, when you moved it in an attempt to get it to work. You didn’t expect what happpened next.

The power cord shocked you and burned the palm of your hand, leaving a pure black mark in its wake. You had cursed in pain, unplugging the object and quickly throwing it on the ground. It had hit your cat, who was sitting in front of you. From there, it sparked and attempted to catch on fire. You unplugged it before that could happen.

Despite the pain in your hand and the annoyance you felt towards the cord, Toshiba refused to do anything. Sure, they put the case on high priority, but they never did shit about it, and they probably never will.

Now, the evidence is gone, and there’s no proof to show that the cord was dangerous in any way.

≀ Incident #5 – Sharing ≀

It was annoying having to share one cord between two laptops, one belonging to a college student while the other belonged to a person who had no life.

It didn’t help that the computer died within less than 10 minutes of no power (when it’s supposed to last around 6 hours). Only about 5 minutes after the other person took the cord, your computer died. And so, you were left to sit in your room with nothing to do. It was agonizing.

In the end, you managed to get another – universal – power cord, that worked on any computer; it had different attachments according to different brands.

Everything was fine and dandy once more.

≀ Incident #6 – Internet Cord ≀

Cruel fate?

Proof that life is indeed a bitch, just like it’s counterpart, Karma?

A sick joke, played out to someone’s amusement?

Did they know that you had no life and wanted to see just what would happen should they take away the one thing your life pretty much surrounds?

Apparantly, someone was seriously enjoying your misery.

One of the small wires inside of the ethernet cable connected to the modem somehow managed to snap; seriously, what are the chances of that? Now, when you fiddled with it, you managed to make the wires touch again and the internet worked… until you moved and it’d cut off again. Much like the power cord incident, if you messed with it, you could get it to work. This time, no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get it to work. Instead, you said “screw it” and went to bed.

≀ Incident #6.5 – Internet Cord (Part 2) ≀

Thankfully, you managed to get a new ethernet cord…. the problem this time? It was too short, and you honestly did NOT feel like sitting in the closet just to use your computer. So, you went back and got the only longer one they had, which happened to be a used one.

It worked and you now have internet without a problem, but you can’t help but wonder, “How long will it last? And what disaster will happen next?”

A very good question indeed.

.::*::. .::*::. .::*::. .::*::.

“Do you see? Do you see what I mean? What’re the chances of that?!” You fell down on the bed in between Marui and Niou, lying on your back and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“When you put it that way… it does kind of sound like a conspiracy against you. Almost like the computer is recruiting the others to piss you off.” Marui commented, popping another piece of cotton candy into his mouth while absent mindedly staring up at the ceiling.

“And it’s working!”

Yukimura sighed, his hand resting on his forehead in a ‘facepalm’ position. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing from the tale that you had told. He couldn’t help but wonder, what was wrong with you?

“It’s probably just a coincidence.”

Coincidence? Come on, Yuki!” You sat up. “How can all of that just be coincidence?!”

“Maybe it’s you. You have been known to destroy things fairly easily, with that temper of yours.” Sanada commented.

You glared at him, eyes narrowing. “Why the hell are you even here?”

He scoffed, dark eyes narrowing in a glare that rivaled your own. “You don’t honestly expect us to believe such a ridiculous tale, do you? Sorry, but Middle Schoolers are not as stupid as you high schoolers.”

“Why you – !” Niou grabbed onto you before you could even get up, his arms wrapped securely around your neck and his legs rested over your own so that you couldn’t move. Niou was one of the very few people who could control your temper. Yukimura and Tezuka were a few others.

“We need to think of this rationally.” Yukimura sent you a look, making your scoff and look away. Niou’s grip remained, just to be safe.

“Is this going to turn out like that transformers movie?” Marui questioned.

“Now that is stupid.”

“Oh come on! She talks about a computer conspiracy only targeting her and I’m the crazy one?” Marui scoffed, stuffing more of the sugary treat into his mouth with a scowl.

You glared at him. “Stuff it, Pinkie.”

“My hair is not pink! It’s Fuchsia!”

“It’s pink.”


“Knock it off.” Yukimura commanded, causing the pair to quiet down almost immediately. It didn’t stop the glares from being exchanged, though. “It’s most likely just a string of bad luck. It’ll pass.”

“Did you break any mirrors recently~?” Marui teased, poking your arm. You slapped his hand away.

Sanada, who had enough of the bickering, walked over and slapped both of you on the back of the head. “This is ridiculous and is getting us nowhere.”

“Where’s there to get? She’s nuts!”

“Keep talkin’ pinkie, and you’ll find out just how nuts I am.”

He stuck his tongue out at you in a taunting manner.

“Do you guys hear that? Puri~” Niou pulled away himself away from you, standing up and searching the room for the static noise he heard. The search led him to the closed laptop on the desk behind Yukimura. “Is it on?”

“No.” You responded cautiously, moving to stand next to him.

Yukimura turned around in the chair and opened the computer. He jumped in surprise, after being shocked by the computer that now had the full attention of everyone in the room. The screen blinked several times before settling to white. A large, bold L appeared, followed by a distorted voice.

“We are here for the simple purpose of taking over humanity. We will destroy you all.”

After a few minutes of near deafening silence, Marui screamed like a girl and ran from the bedroom, clutching his cotton candy and yelling something about decepticons.

“Well, that was one hell of a delayed reaction.” You muttered, staring at the door.

“Should… we be worried?” Niou cocked his head to the side, his finger resting on his chin as he stared at the computer with a thoughtful look.

“Yukimura?” Sanada questioned, wanting the opinion of his beloved Buchou.

Without a word, Yukimura stood up, turned and left the room, slamming both the bedroom and front door. The three remaining Rikkaidai students exchanged glances before scrambling to follow after Yukimura.

✦ Elsewhere ✦

The large shinigami male let out a roar of laughter as he lay in front of L’s computer.

How did he manage to get into the room? Who knows.

How is he able to use a computer? Who gives a damn.

How did he even know how to use a computer? Well, he is Light’s shinigami.

Where the hell was L while Ryuk had his fun? Trying to talk Light into going and getting him some sweets.

In the words of Shuichiro Oishi, What kind of world do we live in?



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Breach in Trust {Aizen Sousuke}


Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

In every relationship, there is doubt and jealousy. Even the strongest relationships encounter these problems. It doesn’t matter how much you trust and love your partner, the worry and the fear that they are cheating on you is still there.

You can lie and say that you don’t get jealous.

You can lie and say that you’ve never – not even once – worried that your significant other was seeing someone else behind your back.

It’s a side-effect of the drug called love. And the stronger the love, the deeper the worry. You love them so much that you fear losing them. The thought of losing them to someone else boils in the back of your mind like a hungry fly around food.

Most people ignore the feeling and have faith in their partner while others act on it and fly into a jealous rage of accusations. How could they not? Seeing some whore flirting and touching their girlfriend or boyfriend or husband or wife. What if they see something in that whore? What if they leave?

More often than not, the accusations are false.

If you ignore it, the relationship stays the same, but guilt still pools in your stomach. If you act on it, the realtionship will, nine times out of ten, end or, at the very least, become tense and awkward.

But, what alerts us to an unfaithful partner?

Sneaking around and acting secretive?

Staying late at work when he/she doesn’t have to?

Mysterious phone calls, texts or letters?

Smelling of a scent not belonging to yourself?

Or is it something else? Maybe all of the above? What if it’s something innocent disguised as something bad, something treacherous?

What if he/she is planning something special?

What if he/she is just trying to get a raise or promotion?

What if he/she is arranging a surprise for you?

What if he/she was searching for a cologne or perfume for you?

The only proof that someone is cheating is to catch them in the act. You can’t believe an outside party. You can’t jump to conclusions and go around accusing your partner or stressing out over it. But, it’s impossible to do that. We say we can, but that’s a lie. It’s hardwired into our DNA to feel that way.

So, let me ask you this:

Do you trust me?

Our Trust has been breached.

Rory never agreed with the choices Aizen had made. She didn’t agree with what he was doing, either. But the love she felt for him was so deep that she went along with his plans. Even though he rarely said it, she knew that he loved her. At first, that made her happy. But she couldn’t deny that she was jealous, and often found herself worrying about if Aizen would leave her for another woman. He could easily find better, and had not a single reason to stay with a filthy, weak human like her.

The undying source of her jealousy? Hinamori Momo, Aizen’s ex-lieutenant. She never failed to notice the way he treated her when he was still a taichou, the way he looked at her and spoke to her. And the way she literally kissed the ground he walked on. Right to the very end, she was treated like a special pet to Aizen. Rory hated it, but she bit her tongue. She believed that once they were safe in Hueco Mundo, Hinamori Momo would simply be a thing of the past. But she had been wrong.

Aizen might not of known it – or maybe he did and just didn’t care -, but Rory knew that he watched Momo in that damned monitoring room of his. She had walked in on him to see her on the screen, and that damned smile reserved just for her. His brown eyes had followed every movement she made on the screen. Did he really love Momo and not her? Had she mistaken his actions for ones of love, when they were really nothing more than friendly gestures? Was she just a toy for Aizen? A replacement? Was Momo his true love, and not her?

She felt herself grow dizzy at the swirling questions in her brain. She wanted answers, but she was too afraid to ask him. She wasn’t afraid because he could – and probably would – kill her, she was afraid that her worries would push him farther away. She was also afraid of his answer. If she didn’t have Aizen, who did she have? No one. No one welcomes back a traitor.

“Roro-chan?” Gin cocked his head to the side, staring at the female questionably.

She snapped out of her thoughts, moving her gaze from the floor to the fox-like ex-captain. “Oh, Gin! Hi!”

He frowned. “Are ya okay, Roro-chan? Ya look kinda out of it.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” she waved him off with a fake smile.

Gin could see through her act, though. For awhile now, she had been acting strangely, and he was beginning to get worried. She wouldn’t admit to anything being wrong, though; she was a damn good actress, hiding what she felt behind a mask of fake smiles. He knew what he had to do. If she wouldn’t respond to him, then maybe Aizen could do the trick.


Aizen looked up from his cup of tea as Gin entered the meeting room, his usual smirk nowhere in sight. “Something I can help you with, Gin?”

“It’s ’bout Rory.”

No smirk. No honorific. No nickname.

Aizen narrowed his eyes at the younger male. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he repeated, arching a brow.

“She’s been actin’ strange.” Gin furrowed his brows. “Zonin’ out alot more than usual, forcin’ smiles. She seems worried ’bout somethin’.”

“She hasn’t been eating or sleeping properly, either.”

The two men turned their attention to the blind man that had just entered the room.

“Ya noticed it, too?”

Tousen simply nodded in reply. He didn’t need eyes to see that Rory was distressed over something.

Aizen was not happy. He had been so busy with his plans that he hadn’t noticed a change in her. Normally when she had a problem, she’d always come and talk to him about it, no matter what it was. What was different now? Aizen stood up, walking past the two former captains and exiting the room. Right about now, Rory should be in the bedroom they shared, reading one of her many books that she had brought with her to Heuco Mundo.

He was right, in a sense.

Rory was in their bedroom, but she wasn’t reading. She was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over so her arms were resting on her knees. She was staring blankly at the wall across from her, but it was obvious from the glazed over look in her eyes that she wasn’t actually seeing it. Her chapped lips were parted as if she couldn’t believe what was before her. How could he of let her get this bad?

Aizen walked farther into the room, but she didn’t notice him; at least not until he stopped in front of her. Her eyes widened as she was brought back, her head snapping up. She swallowed nervously and put on a fake smile. “Sousuke! Something wrong? You’re usually still working this time of day…”

Aizen’s emotionless face did not change as he examined his girlfriend. She looked pale and malnourished, like she hadn’t been eating enough. It was faint, but he could see the dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn’t been sleeping properly. The way she was sitting when he entered the room confirmed it all.

He narrowed his eyes, racking his brain for a reason. Were the Espada giving her trouble? No, none of them were dumb enough to do that. Well, except for maybe Nnoitra and Grimmjow. Was she unhappy in Hueco Mundo? Did she want to return to the World of the Living? Or was it something else entirely?

She blinked up at him, confused by his actions. “Sousuk – ”

“What’s the matter?”

“Eh?” she blinked again. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Aizen reached out a hand, his finger tips brushing her cheek. “Don’t lie to me. You’re pale. Kaname and Gin have informed me that you have not been eating or sleeping like you should. Is that true?”

“I’ve always been pale.” She laughed, ignoring the nervous feeling swirling in the back of her mind. “No offense, but Gin isn’t exactly the best cook. And I’m not too fond of the food here, you know how picky I am.” Not a complete lie. Gin couldn’t cook to save his life. “As for the sleep thing, I just haven’t really been tired.” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, her gaze leaving his face and focusing on the white pants he wore.

There was no reason to be so nervous, she was an excellent liar. But would Aizen have the power to see through those lies?

“Are you unhappy here?” His voice softened and his eyes followed suit. “Do you want to return to the World of the Living?”

Her eyes widened and her hands clutched tightly onto the fabric of her jeans. Is that what he thought? Would he send her back and be done with her? She lowered her head, allowing a shadow to form over her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “No, I… I’m not unhappy being here. And I do miss the world of the living, but… I want to stay here… with you…”

Aizen kneeled down, grabbing her chin between his thumb and two middle fingers, forcing her to look at him. “What’s making you unhappy, Rory?”

Her heart skipped a beat when that deep velvet voice spoke her name. She didn’t want to lose him, she couldn’t! She shook her head, pulling away from him and closing her eyes. Aizen was shocked; she had never pulled away from him before.


She shook her head again, eyes shut tightly. He pushed her back onto the bed, one hand beside her head while the other rested over her wrist.

He leaned down to her ear, his warm breath fanning over her neck. “Rory.”

Her wide eyes stared up at the ceiling and she knew she was submitting to his will. She couldn’t deny Aizen. “I… I’m afraid,” she whispered.

“Afraid? Of what, love?” Hearing that word used to make her heart soar, but now it just hurt.

“Of losing you…”

“Losing me?” he pulled back, his brown eyes staring down into her own.

She looked away from his piercing gaze. “Can I ask you something, Sousuke?”

“Of course.”

“Do you love Hinamori?”

“Hmm?” he blinked down at her. That was the last question he expected her to ask. “Why would you think that?”

“Back in Soul Society, you’d always look at her so lovingly, and send her such a loving smile that no one else ever recieved. You’ve never looked at me like that. I didn’t expect you to, but it hurt to see her get all of your attention and affection. I’m not clingy, and I’m not jealous, I just… I wish I knew what she has that I don’t…”

Aizen was’t expecting that, either. “Hinamori Momo is no longer in my life. You know I only acted that way to gain her trust.”

“I saw you in the monitoring room watching her the other day!” She looked up at him, releasing the breath that she hadn’t even known she was holding. “You were smiling that special smile!”

Realization flashed through his eyes and his lips twitched up into a smile. “And how long did you stay and watch me?”

“I saw her on the screen, and your smile, and booked it.”

“I see. If you had stayed a little bit longer, you would of seen me watching…” he paused to lean down, his lips brushing her ear. “…you.”

“Eh?” She blinked, confused.

“The footage I was watching at the time was from when you and Momo spent the day together to give me, Gin, and Kaname some time alone. I was not watching her, I was watching you.”

“S-Seriously?” She whispered, her eyes shining as they met his.

His hand slid away from her wrist, moving up to gently trace her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Fool,” he whispered, letting his lips brush hers. “I’m too intoxicated by you to want anyone else.” His lips slammed against hers as his body pushed her into the bed. She could feel it in his kiss. It was so strong that he didn’t need to voice it, and she didn’t need to hear it. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck and she felt her previous worries disappear.


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All American Christmas {the Allied Forces & the Axis Powers}

Author’s Note: This was bothering me the entire time I proof-read this, so I figured I’d mention it. Canada and America are considered brothers, so it feels strange that Florida would be considered a sibling to America. However, it also feels strange for Florida to be considered America’s child. I honestly have no idea what relationship Florida would be, so meh – siblings it is 😀


“Alfred~!” Florida whined, following behind her blonde brother as he headed towards the living room. In his hands was a large brown box, filled to the very top with various types of ornaments. “Did you have to invite all of them? I can barely stand putting up with you and England, let alone the other idiots!”

Alfred smiled as he sat the box down in front of the tall lush Christmas tree that stood against the wall. It was bare, aside from the brightly colored lights that danced along the branches. “You worry too much! It’ll be fun!”

Alex groaned, falling onto the couch, “It will not be fun, it’ll be torture! I should go stay with Greece for Christmas…”

When the comment reached his ears, Alfred dropped the little red ball that he was about to place on the tree. It clattered to the wooden floor, but thankfully didn’t break. He turned around, lips stuck out in a pout with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes shining with sadness. “You have to be here for Christmas! We’ve never had seperate Christmases before!”

“Don’t look at me like that!” She scowled, looking away from her older brother. The puppy pout was too hard to resist.

He whimpered like a lost child, sitting on his knees in front of the couch with his head in her lap. “Alleexxxx~ You have to stay here!”

“Meh, I’ll think about it, Aly dear.”

He frowned for a minute before his lips curled up into a bright smile. He launched himself at her, arms wrapped tight around her neck. “Okay!”

Alex watched as her older brother bounded back over to the tree, humming happily as he placed the colorful glass orbs on its branches. Apparently Alfred took “I’ll think about it” as “I’ll stay“.

She let out a sigh, pushing off the couch and walking over to the box. Alfred smiled even brighter when she started placing them on the tree. It was fun to decorate Christmas trees – it was one of the best aspects of Christmas (beaten only by the snow and present wrapping), but it was even more fun when you did it with someone you truly cared about and loved.

When the last ornament was placed on the tree, the pair stepped back to admire their handy work. The tree was brightly lit, the lights taking turns flashing a rainbow of colors. The star ontop was a shiny silver, clear like glass. There were various types of ornaments, from round balls to doves and santa claus with sleighs and reindeer. Underneath the tree lay several presents, varying in size. Most of them were for Alex, Matthew and Alfred, but there were quite a few for their friends, as well.

Alex was thankful that they had chosen to go shopping before the holiday rush. That way, they didn’t have to deal with crazed holiday shoppers that had a bad habit of pushing you out of the way to get what they want (Alex swore up and down they were barbarians in disguise).

“I’ll start cooking!” Alfred announced, turning around and heading towards the kitchen.

“Hold it!” Alex grabbed the back of his t-shirt, pulling him back to his original position, “Number one, Christmas isn’t ’til tomorrow. You’re supposed to cook the food the morning of Christmas, remember? And number two, what were you planning on cooking, exactly?”

He looked over his shoulder, blue orbs blinking innocently. “Hamburgers.”

The urge to slap him was strong, but she somehow resisted. “You eat hamburgers every day, Alfred. Christmas is special, and I will be cooking it, understand?”

He frowned. “But I wanted hamburgers.”

“Too bad. Now, give me your credit card, I have to go grocery shopping.”

Alfred looked at her out stretched hand before whining and placing his silvery blue credit card in her hand. Alex simply grinned, leaving the house. This was one time when Alfred would not get his way (opposed to all the times he did get his way which, according to record, was quite a lot).

☁ ☃ ☁

It was Christmas morning and Alex had woken up around 7:00am. After admiring the small flakes that were falling from the pale gray sky (which took about five or so minutes), she headed into the kitchen and got to work. She had plenty of time to cook, but due to how much food she had to make (Alfred alone could eat a whole family’s worth), and the fact that she was doing it alone, made it slightly challenging. She knew she could rely on China for help in the kitchen, but he wasn’t due to arrive until noon. Until then, she’d just have to play the roll of superwoman (or, in this case, supercook).

When noon finally arrived, the house was alive with the aroma of standing rib roast, honey ham and dressing, along with the scent of the pine tree in the living room. It truly did smell like Christmas, and that brought a smile to China’s face when he entered America’s home. The blonde was nowhere to be found, but his sister was in the kitchen cooking her American butt off.

“Would you like some help?”

Alex whipped around, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw China standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her lips curled up into a smile and she nodded, grabbing his wrist. “I’m so glad you’re here! I could really use a hand!”

“Well, you’ve got two, aru~” He smiled, walking over to the stove where a pot of eggs were boiling.

“Just cut those up and add it to the giblet gravy, okay?”

“Sure.” Wang pulled the pot from the stove and set it in the sink, draining the hot water before running cold water over them to cool them off. “Where’s America?”

“He went to meet up with Iggy, I think. Apparantly he, Germany and Italy all came together.”

“I see.”

Spreading the marshmallows on top of the candied yams, Alex wiped invisible sweat from her forehead and smiled. Dinner was coming along nicely.

She had told Alfred that she wasn’t too happy about all of the nations belonging to both the Allied Forces and the Axis Powers coming to their Christmas party but, deep down, she was happy that both groups could come together and share Christmas without trying to tear each other apart. The only one she was really worried about was the bi-polar Russia.

☁ ☃ ☁

“Good afternoon, Alex-san.”

“Don’t touch me, you bloody git! Hello, Alex.”

“H-Hello, Sis.”

“Bonjour, beau.”

“Hiii~ Alex! Are you making pasta for dinner?!”


“Здравствулте, Alex. This christmas, you will become one with mother Russia, da?”

“Don’t hit on my sister, Russia~!”

Alex facepalmed as she watched the Axis Powers and the Allies interact with one another. Japan was standing off to the side of the room, watching the idiots, errr… others argue. England was attempting to shake off America, who was clinging to his back and busily yelling at Russia about hitting on Alex. Canada was also standing off to the side, holding Kumajirou and trying to add his two cents (though he was blatantly ignored). France was standing beside Alex, trying to woo her.

Why Alfred was ignoring that and going after Russia, she couldn’t understand, but she’d much rather be hit on by Russia than France.

Italy was standing at Germany’s side; he was singing about pasta and pizza for Christmas, while Ludwig was trying his hardest to ignore him by focusing on the three sided fight between America, England and Russia (who simply smiled that creepy little smile of his).

She shook her head, slamming her palm harder against for forehead. China, who was standing beside her, let out an airy laugh and set his hand on her shoulder. “It’s good that everyone is together for such a joyous holiday, even if they are fighting, aru~”

“I guess, but…” She glanced at the group before looking back at him. “Is it really worth it if they end up killing each other?”

“Hmmm.” He set his hand to his chin in thought before smiling brightly, his dark brown eyes closing. “Look at it this way: If they do end up killing each other, at least you will have less idiots to deal with~”

Alex watched in disbelief as he walked back into the kitchen. Did he…? China just pulled a Russia! She shook her head and followed behind him. She didn’t make it far, though, thanks to the auborn haired Italian who was latched around her waist. The blonde German was blushing and attempting to pull the pasta loving male off, to no avail.

“When will the pasta be done, Florida~?”

“She already told you, Italy. We are not having pasta for Christmas, now let go of her!”

“But Germany, Christmas simply can’t be without pasta!”

“Sorry, Feliciano.” Alex ruffled his auborn locks with a small smile. “If you eat dinner with us tonight, I’ll buy you some pasta tomorrow before you return home, okay?”

His face lit up and he jumped up, his legs wrapping around her waist and arms around her neck. “I love you, Floridaaaaaa~!”

I’m sure you love everyone who offers you pasta, she thought, patting his back awkwardly.

“Get off of her!” Ludwig shouted angrily, ripping the italian off. He then turned to Alex with a sheepish look and tinted cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

She smiled, patting his warm cheek. “No worries, Luddy~ You can’t always take responsibility for Italy’s actions.”

He simply smiled, nodded and dragged Italy away.

Back in the Kitchen…

Wang was grabbing plates and beginning to set them up on the large table that had been placed in the kitchen for the holidays. Alex came in shortly after and helped him place as much food as they could fit onto the red clothed table, the rest being left on the counters and stove, along with the dessert and giblet gravy.

It was a tight squeeze, trying to fit everyone at the table, but everyone managed to find a spot and the feast began. Some of them were reluctant to try the American food, but once they decided to try it, they found it to be quite good. Of course, they still preferred their own country’s food over America’s, but it was edible enough. And the fact that China and Florida had been the ones to cook it made it even better (or so they were told by both England and Japan).

“That was great, sis! So, what’s for dessert?”

Everyone froze, staring at Alfred like he had just grown three heads and a cat tail. They couldn’t believe how much he had eaten. Alfred had consumed five helpings of food. Not normal helpings, either. His plate had been so full, it was stacked like a mountain that reached over his head. After eating five mountain sized servings of everything the pair had cooked, how in god’s name did he have room for dessert?

“Errr… We made three, actually. Apple pie, pumpkin pie and fudge.” She blinked, fork stuck in mid flight to her mouth. Her eyes were slightly wide as she stared at her older brother.

“Sweet! I’ll have all three!”

How had he not gained a single pound over the years? It just wasn’t possible.

Alex snapped out of it, standing up and rushing after her brother while yelling. “You better not eat all of my pumpkin pie or I’ll bake you!”

“Haha! Whatever you say, sis!” Was his carefree reply.

The table full of varied countries erupted in laughter as the one sided fight over the pumpkin pie reached their ears. Common knowledge would tell you that Florida loved pumpkin pie, and would fight you to the death for it. Knowing that better than anyone, oblivious and carefree Alfred continued to test her.

The tables laughter could be heard all around the world~

All in all, the all American Christmas wasn’t so bad.