Ooh, a writing meme? Mmmm... lemme think...

Okay! Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, T for 'tranquility.' hahah I'm so lame Prz and thank you? 8D♥

Insanity is cacophony in his ears, scratching at the inside of his head like a million little pincers gripping at the soft flesh then tearing it away with casual cruelty.

Stand up stand up stand up crawl crawl fall fall fall fall help me I'm saved

Her voice, clear and loud like a note in A held for four beats, wakes him back into hard ground; cold but there and real.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

What was he doing? And his thoughts follow in logical sequence without muddles of confusion or hesitance to block them.

He was going to be stronger for her. For her sake. To protect her.

'Her' rings for at least eight counts in a tone so crystal he thought only his brother could create it.

lkajsdklasd I love it. *__*

Asdfjkl;I'm glad you liked it ♥

let's give this a shot, shall we? :D

U is for Unrequited.
Bleach, Ulquiorra/Orihime.

"Why do you stare out that window every night?"

She jumps at the question, shivers that start to crawl up her spine slowly but not entirely fading as she realizes who it is. The plate is still full of 'food' made just for her.

"It is not as if the view changes. The moon does not wax or wane."

She knows this; she's watched it for a whole week now and the moon hasn't even moved in the slightest. Everything is still: motionless.

"... Do you call for him?"

And she turns this time, a little startled and maybe a little embarrassed at having Ulquiorra know it too. If... if he knew.

"I..."

"He will not come. He cannot hear you."

The words sink in a little, leaving slight depressions in her heart before she carefully brushes them off. No, he shouldn't come. He should stay safe in Karakura with everyone else.

"I wasn't calling for him..."

He stares at her with the same expressionless mask that he wore at their first meeting before walking out of her room as abruptly as he came in. He does not even glance at the untouched dishes sitting beside the chair.

"I will request curtains for the window. Perhaps that will help you eat."

Her legs give way as she collapses onto the floor, looking at the idle moon with a prayer upon her lips.

Please.

aw. so simple yet so beautiful! You, my friend, have a gift :D

the request for curtains bit made me smile for some reason. ah, Ulquiorra. ♥

I kinda want to request another one xDDD

Thank you so much! *______*

Lol Ulqui 'requesting' for anything is just funny XP

XDD Go right ahead~ I never said you could only request once ^^

lessee now.

W is for Walking (the dogs).
DGM, Kanda/Lenalee + Allen being dragged by his dogs and are chasing Lavi in the background.

xD troublesome prompt = mine

Asdfjkl;W is already claimed DDD= U-um, I could always go for D instead? >

daaaaw. but, okay! D it is! :D if it's no problem~

Okay! D.Gray-Man, Kanda, I is for Ironing =D

What.

Why-- Who had--

Shit.

The fabric was crinkled, wet, and only half the size it had been. It probably wouldn't even fit Beansprout now, let alone Lenalee.

... Just who had washed his wool sweater? Some moron no doubt, but who? A exasperated 'tch' breathed out, he briskly walked towards the nearest garbage pile. No choice but to throw it away now.

"You're not planning to throw that away, are you?"

He gave a cool glance to whoever interrupted his train of thought, irritation starting to roll off of him in waves.

Reever stared back, giving a skeptical glance at the crumpled article of wet... something. Sweater maybe?

"What if I am."

"If that's the sweater that the General gave you, you can still try ironing it out."

Kanda blinked, giving the damp mass of wool another glance. ... Ironing? He thought he could get him to iron this?

"If you think I'm going to iron like some housewife--"

"H-hey, it was just a suggestion. The General spent a long time making those, if I remember it right."

Well he'd just make another one wouldn't he? He was always making something; he'd be happy to make him another sweater regardless of whether he requested one or not.

Nevertheless he found himself walking back to his room with an iron in one hand, a bucket of hot coal in the other, and a not-so-wet sweater draped across his arm.

If he messed this up, Reever was going to pay within an inch of his life.



LOL I kinda want to write a sequel now XDD

Haha, this was awesome. Oh, Kanda. XD

I'd love it if you wrote a sequel! ♥

Hee! I'm glad you liked it XD

Haha one day, one day~ Kanda struggling with laundry is too much fun to ignore XD

>.>

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"S" is for "scars" - D.Grayman, Allen &/x/+ Lavi.

ASSDJLKFJL GO READ CHAPTER 183.

ASDFJKL;*FLAIL FLAIL* Oh and this turned out longer than I intended >.>



"... Can you even see through all those bandages?"

Lavi stumbled back as a pillow hit his face, the feathery mass sticking to the bridge of his nose for just a moment before falling into his hands.

"Clearly, my sight isn't affected at all. Thank you for your concern though."

"Hey, no fair Sprout. I wasn't ready." He said, a bit miffed, as he threw the pillow back to its owner. The younger boy caught it just before it hit his forehead. Damn.

"If the two of you are going to have a pillow fight, please do so without breaking anything."

Oh right. He had almost forgotten about the stalker in the same room as them. Breaking out into a playful grin, he leaned against the chair that the inspector was busily working in. "Hey, how about you join us instead Two Spots? Promise I'll go easy on ya." Not.

"I'm afraid a pillow fight isn't of the same priority as these reports on the 14th."

Stiffening at the mention, he threw an involuntary glance at Allen. Gray eyes avoided eye contact, the owner choosing to mumble something to Timcanpy instead. Lavi narrowed his eyes as he pushed off the chair with more force than necessary. Jerk.

"So," the sofa was soft from overuse, "how'd the mission go? Other than you getting beat up an' getting that kid that is."

The gold golem perched on top of Allen's head, settling into the white strands as if it were a bird landing on its nest. "Well, that about sums it up really. Nothing else happened."

"'That so..." His gaze drifted from the Exorcist across from him to the window letting in a blinding ray of sun. If he didn't want to talk about it now, then that was fine. They never pressed any further than necessary.

"Ah, wait! Timcanpy!"

His attention turned back to Allen at the cry, the said boy trying desperately to retrieve a piece bandage back from his golem. An amused grin starting to play at his lips, he watched the two dance around the room in a makeshift game of tag.

Until the reason why Allen sat so hunched up revealed itself.

"Crap, where'd you get that scar?!"

Allen stopped, momentarily paralyzed by his question before slowly turning to show the scar fully. It was ugly, jarring, and covering his whole right side; it was positively sick how it matched the mark on his face. God, how had he even missed it?

"Was it that Level 4? Holy shit..."

He did not answer right away, standing with a bit a hesitance. The redhead began to approach him but froze as soon as Allen stepped backwards in response.

"... It wasn't the akuma. It was Crown Clown."

"Clown Crown?" He repeated dumbly. His own Innocence? Oh. Why was he so slow? It was the 14th--

"It doesn't hurt. Really. It doesn't hurt at all." Anymore.

"Allen--"

"Walker."

Two Spots was giving Allen a look. 'Don't tell him everything'. He ground his teeth, only relaxing when Allen gave him another look saying 'I'm sorry'. Fine.

"I'll come back later. Get some rest, yeah?"

"I will. Thank you." And the door shut gently in front of him.

That scar; he didn't want to see it again. Even if he didn't get any information about it, which Gramps would kill him for later, he was a little thankful that he didn't have to talk with it glaring up at his face. It just wasn't Allen at all.

SOUNDS FUN

Allen & E for electricity.

DOES IT? XD Oh and spoilers if you haven't read the latest chapters.


His chest throbbed oddly, an off-rhythm shock shooting through his body. Yet it wasn't so different from his own that it was a new heartbeat; this foreign pulsation was still his own.

Crown Clown...

He couldn't understand all this-- these things. He could swallow the sorrow (of being alone, of having no one but yourself), pain (of losing someone, of being helpless, of being betrayed), and love (for a comrade, for humanity, for those that would hurt him without a moment's hesitance) as he knew that they were not real at all but hope (wishing, praying to God) and utter human mortality (Death waiting outside, the door always ajar, welcome to strangers) caught at his throat; they threatened to choke him, burst his head into a million pieces. ...Why? Why couldn't he accept it all? He was still--

One last light, one rapid spark flashing across his mind's eye: someone smiled and said 'good morning'.

No worries, I've definitely caught up to the recent ones! 182 was rad.

This piece really captured the subtle, surreal mood I hoped it would have; I think you did a great job with it, and I especially liked that last sentence. I haven't had the time to find fic to read lately, so thanks for the lovely read, even if it was short! ♥

Thank you so much! *____*

Asdfjkl;I'm sorry it was so short D= My brain just. Fizzed. And wouldn't let me lengthen it >< If you ever make another request, I promise that it'll be longer XP

Haha it's alright (: A piece doesn't have to be long for it to be good!

Oh gosh is that okay? If you're busy or anything you don't have to oblige, but here's my next prompt: Ichigo (and any other character(s) of your choice), Y for yellow. ffff I haven't actually read Bleach in a million years, I have no idea what's going on with the plot anymore.

No one has picked Kuroshitsuji yet? Well, let me remedy that for you! I don't know the other fandoms! 8D;

L is for Love, Sebastian/Ciel.

"L'amour young master."

"Lamor." His master repeated once again, with an utter lack of French accent fake or not.

"The 'U' should be extended, and the 'R' not so apparent."

"Lamor--" Ciel paused, the 'R' still partially stuck in his mouth. "L'amour."

The barest hint of a smile appeared on the butler's face, a condescending glint apparent in his eyes. "Very good, young master. Perhaps a break for your efforts?"

"There's still a quarter of an hour until three. Or do you not have any more material to teach?" 'Challenge' written all over his single eye, Sebastian bowed to the little boy slightly as he murmured 'as you wish'.

A moment of silence passed before the young head of the house abruptly closed his instruction book, the dust on the cover taking flight into the heavy air.

"Tell me, Sebastian. What is 'hate' in French?"

Curiosity peaked, the demon blinked away his wariness. "Haine, My Lord."

"Haine..." Turning slightly in his seat, the single blue eye met his own pair of red in an unwavering stare. With a knowing look, the boy's small mouth parted slightly as the word spilled from his tongue with an impeccable accent that he failed to immitate for any other word.

"I know this word well, Sebastian. Haine."

I loved this, thank you so much. It really made me laugh. ♥ :333

♥ Glad you liked it~

ouuuu. :D

Kuroshitsuji, Grell/William, P is for pet. 8D

"Williammmmm" Grell cried out woefully. "Williammmmmm"

"You are noisy."

"But Williammmmm~ it hur--"

"Honestly." He nudged his glasses back up to their perch on the bridge of his nose. The rain had long since stopped and his vision much clearer than before. "Living with a human like a pet and her owner; it's absolutely shameful for a God of Death."

"Don't mistake it William," the voice still came through rather clearly despite the beating his face had received, "we were like sisters. Soulmates who shared the same desires. It was so romantic~"

He yanked on the red curls a little harder, his violence being rewarded with a yelp. "Ridiculous. Gods of Death do not have soulmates. The best one can do with a human is chain it like a dog."

Grell harrumphed, or made a noise akin to one; his mouth must be starting swell now. "You have no sense of passion. We were like lives separated by fate. Especially that demon with his blood red eyes; oh, how I would have liked to--"

"That is enough. Your charges and beatings are heavy enough: I will gladly add more as they do not go against regulation."

For once there was blissful silence followed by the grating of body being dragged across cobble. Though he should have suspected the redhead wouldn't stay quiet for long.

"Ahn~ Are you jealous William? My how darling of you. You can be my soulmate of course~ But my heart is with the charming figure with the ruby eyes--"

Suffice to say, the rest of the journey was quiet. Even the foolish God of Death wouldn't talk through a broken jaw.

omfggggg <3333 LOLLL I looove it, Grell, you are so silly. >:D Haha you know he secretly loves the beatings; bitch is SUCH a glutton for pain. And William is glad to dish it out. ^___^ Thank you for writing that! It's so hard to find G/W fics amidst all the C/S stuff dominating the fandom. :P

XDDD He is a bitch for those beatings. He just LOVES them~~~

I'm glad that you liked it! It really is rather hard to find G/W in the fandom XP *doesn't even read the C/S stuff*

Also, your icon is ADORABLE.

Bwahahaha. XD And yeah, I don't read it either... :x The age gap bothers me~.

THANK YOU bwaa I love it when Tamaki acts cute. X3

Soul Eater, Maka/Chrona, H is for Healing :D ♥?

Maka is solid like a rock, unmoving and unafraid.

"How do you like it so far?"

It's too... too. The walls are too bright, the room is too big, the sun smiles too much, and there are too many noises in the dark. ("It's okay...")

Maka also has eyes that never waver: they are either looking or they aren't but with Chrona they seem like they are always watching. ("It might not be a bad thing." "Stupid, everyone is always watching anyway.")

She does not push or pull. Only shifts or leads with a gentle hand ("Here, Chrona. It's this way. What's wrong?"). Chrona ponders if it's alright like that. No one had ever asked Chrona anything before, so Chrona does not know how to answer.

Ragnarok points out during one of his harrassment periods that Chrona's head hurts a lot less than before; maybe it's the wavelengths all around the town, even if Black Star's is always too close.

A while later, Chrona tells Maka about the funny feeling inside that sometimes makes it's way through the confusion. Not the same as Ragnarok bursting through the flesh to get out; it's a lot softer than that.

Oh that, she says like it's very very obvious. (Maybe it is. But Maka is smart too.) It's called 'healing'.

Healing, Chrona says. Heal. Ing. Seven letters; that's supposed to be lucky, right? Heal. Ing. He. Il. Ing.

There are 759 lines that make up the bricks in the room wall. If Chrona presses really really close against it, there's a 'tick tick' noise like someone mending something back together. Right inside where Ragnarok lives.

Chrona wonders if this is 'healing'.

/sneaks in

Soul Eater. Liz/Kid/Patti. "F" is for Fudge. laksdjf can you tell I'm hungry right now and my sweet tooth is running wild?

laskdjf

Commenting to add "Please"

Because I fail. orz

♥ I sense no fail in you =3


Liz watched. Waited. Then sighed.

"Fine, fine. We'll make the fudge."

"Yay! Sis is the best!" Patti jumped, performing an expert running tackle on Liz as she burst into a fit of giggles.

"Kid, Kid, you have to make it too! Then we'll give some to Shinigami-sama but not too many."

Kid gave a wry smile from where he stood, neatly rolling up the cuffs of his shirt. Patti didn't need to invite him to make them, since he would have joined them anyways; he never missed their kitchen endeavors. "Why not too many? Did you want them all?"

"Nope!" Patti sang, "because Sis will want them all later when she breaks up with that guy today."

"What?! Patti!" Holding her sister close, Liz leaned down to say in a lower voice 'Sis wants to keep some stuff secret, okay? Kid doesn't need to know everything.'

But in response Patti laughed right into her face. "Sis is silly! We don't have any secrets!"

"Patti might as well be right you know." Kid handed them their aprons, matching red ones that were a contrast to his own plain black one. "You're horrible at keeping secrets."

"Oh, am not!" Liz quickly tied hers before moving onto help Patti who had already started braiding her apron strings together. "There are things you don't know about me. Patti too."

Their meister raised his eyebrows, passing by the darker implications of the statement and asking innocently 'like what?'

"Well," Liz began, "what kind of fudge do me and Patti like?"

"'What kind of fudge do Patti and I like'," Kid corrected. "Hm..." He arranged four bowls lined up in a single, perfect row. "Patti would like the ones with nuts." He grabbed the bag of nuts and set it down in the middle. "And you," He reached further in, bringing out a few bars of dark chocolate, "probably like something akin to a double, dark chocolate fudge."

Arranging the ingredients needed to make fudge into a symmetrical outline, Kid turned to the sisters standing beside the table. "Am I wrong?"

You just read our minds, that's what's wrong. But before she could respond, Patti answered first.

"Nope, Kid is right! Kid could be like a fortune teller, right Sis?"

"Uh... yeah..." Liz finished lamely. She couldn't really disagree to that. Though that'd be one paranoid fortune teller.

"Well it's not so much precognition than knowledge. We've been partners for a while now. I can tell what you two will like and not like."

"Oh really?" Liz smiled, and felt the same happiness in Patti. Partners: it was a good word. A happy, satisfactory one. "Then we'll predict which one you like the best. If we get it right, you come with us on our next shopping trip."

Before he could protest, they were already huddled together in hushed whispers. Death the Kid blinked curiously at the giggling sisters. Honestly, he didn't like fudge that much; it was too sweet for his tastes. He'd based his guess partly on their choice of snacks too so he wouldn't be upset if they were incorrect in their guess.

"Alright, we got it." Liz was all smiles and Patti was barely contained joy. He made a note to himself that they should bake more often.

"Is it chocolate mint?"

Though he had lost his weekend to the two, he still felt the corners of lips start to curl. They had been partner for years now, hadn't they?

"You two are absolutely right."

W is for watermelon. Hmmm...black star/tsubaki.

L is for Libek! I'm going to say Q is for quixotic, because who else is going to use Q? :3

New fandom wins newness, so CG and something with Euphy. +Suzaku? +Lelouch? +Cornelia? :3 HINTS OF ALL THREE? :D

Inexcusably late and I need to review my canon T.T U-um, happy belated birthday? D=


The scarf is a bright red that streams through her fingers effortlessly as if it were made of water. 'Oh' she lets out, almost indistinguishable from her soft breathing as she admires the fabric in front of the mirror.

She likes the way it flows, she thinks. Likes the way that it wraps around her neck and drapes across her shoulders before cascading down her back. Schneizel always did have good taste. Of course all of them had good taste. Cornelia was always appropriate; she never did like out of line whether at home or in public. Lelouch had good taste too but sometimes he'd just take so long trying to find that certain coat with the lace or that certain pair of breeches with the gold ribbons...

Giggling then sighing in memory of happy Britannia, she asks the maid to prepare the white ensemble when suddenly it occurs to her that she should wear it to the ceremony tonight. She could surprise Suzaku with it and...

Actually, she could go see him right now and they could go together. Oh that was perfect. Surely, surely Cornelia would not object to that...

Giving the mirror a last look, she curtsies to her reflection and watches the scarf give off a silky sheen in the light.

Perhaps he would tell her that she looks nice in red.

Z is for Zodiac, Lau/Ciel (Kuroshitsuji) *shot and sent to a special hell* XD;