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The Secret Name: Into the park
by smilingcrescent | smallsmiles



"Sebastian," Ciel purses his lips and sets the pastry down. He licks his little finger free of cream and fixes me with the most intriguing of expressions. Calculating as ever, but tempered with a desperate sort of curiosity.

Perhaps he's begun to count the days. October already.

"What do you think people think of us?" He lets out his breath in an annoyed stream. "Not like that. I mean, I've always called you my assistant, but maybe that was a little too…" he pauses and casts his eyes down, displaying his eyelashes.

Sad. Shy. Two words I would rarely ascribe to ruthless Ciel Phantomhive. I consider him again. Ah, but perhaps more cunning than shy. This is part of his little scheme.

"Next time, sit down with me and at least pretend to have tea." He brushes at a few minuscule crumbs. " We're done here for today, Sebastian. I'm going out. Try and act natural."

"Of course, certain people know what kinds of groups I work with, and they know that you obey me." He raises an eyebrow, inviting me to disagree. When I don't, he continues. "But in public, at least, maybe you should try and act more casual around me." He leans forward, putting an elbow on the table and tilting his head. He flashes a crooked smile. "I hardly look like the class of person who has personal assistants or a body guard anymore…"

I smile indulgingly. "That is the image you cultivate. You could have chosen to build a wealthy enterprise, or build your own underworld…" Old habits make me speak slowly, and with just the right amount of inflection to suggest a good natured offer…rather than temptation from a demon's mouth.

Ciel waves his hand dismissively. "I have enough to buy connections and relevant bribes. Anything else would unnecessarily complicate things." He eats the pastry in a succession of dainty bites and sips of tea.

He's at it again.

The dear soft smiles, that near self-satisfied tap of his fingers…planning something, and it involves me. "Come walk with me…the leaves are turning colors, and I hear that Hyde Park is looking exceptional."

A walk. How…quaint. I look at him more closely. A soft, glistening sheen on his palms, and I notice he has taken on a pallor most concerning of late. It seems to suggest serious preoccupancy…but with what?

As I arrange for our transportation, I think about the past few months. He has sent me all over England and the rest of the kingdoms, searching out even the barest connection to that day. But with the end of summer, he tires of this fruitless procedure, and now he looks at me with one wide, beguiling eye.

The other stares, transfixed, at my essence. Though I doubt he realizes it. To the human mind, his eye--that delicate and intricately bewitched vessel-- may seem a sensitive, sometimes painful mess. Such small and fickle things that do not realize true natures.

"We're here…" he announces quietly. He takes us into the foliage, and says after a time, "Stay at hand…I mean.††Stay with me."

"Of course." Belatedly, I remember his request to appear more familiar. "Ciel."

As we walk, the wind tickles my nose and ruffles my hair. Finally, the trees of the lane make themselves known to me, and that greenish, potted smell comes over my senses.

Ciel, as I might have expected, sneezes. Not just once, in a dignified, self-important kind of way, but three times. At odd succession. His allergies, one might presume, may yet get the better of him.

He stops, and for the briefest of minutes, leans against me…but only for a moment. He gets up and walks down the path, walking purposefully toward another quiet corner of the park.

The setting sun has stained the horizon a bloody wine of a color, and purple wafts at the edge of the visage. In minutes, we will be left in that murky half-darkness.††

"Pleasant evening." He murmurs, his words gone awkward. His natural arrogance and confidence seems to have abandoned him. Even so, he sticks his chin out a little. "Do you like the plants?" He gazes into the carefully trimmed and kept foliage. He seems to be looking through it rather than at it. "You used to complain about technology…especially computers and the net…"

He smiles at me so convincingly. Like he were sharing memories with an old friend, rather than his executioner. I return the smile. I do like to see where this little noose will bring him.

Emboldened, he continues. "Do you like it here?" he waves his hand, the picture of a lord indicating his birthright. His property. "London. Earth. The present."††He continues distractedly, as though he has lost that confidence again.

To keep him from talking too much, I tilt my head. Then I lower my eyelids and shrug. "It is." My eyes flick to the sky, where only the brightest stars are visible. "I am."

Ciel doesn't scowl or scoff like I expected, but rather looks at me with that sweet smile. He continues his questioning. "What do you like about cats?"

I stare, wondering what this is about. What it has to do with his plans.

"Does the young master mean to purchase a cat?" I keep my tone light, my expression friendly. "I know of a few delightful—"

"None of that 'young master,' remember? And I was asking about you. Your reasons."

"Cats are delightful…beautiful. Wise, and secretive about their ways… They are…fierce. Cunning, and lovely." I pause. "…and masterless hunters…" I move to stand next to the teen, lean in to whisper in his ear. "You know this, don't you?" I wait long enough to hear him swallow. "Ciel." I straighten, brushing my fingers across his neck.

Ciel shivers and swallows. He turns away, so I suppose he must have realized his mistake. Instead of correcting it, he plows on. "And food." He licks his lips with the very tip of his tongue, parting them just enough to show me it. "What kinds of foods do you like to make?"

I frown. What is he after? I look at him, still so vibrant and hopeful in these last months. So sure that he can find something about me that will give him true power over the contract. Over me.

…a covenant…

Realization leaves me almost breathless.

"Do you like pastries? Or maybe—"

I laugh unkindly. "I enjoy cultivating souls." I step forward again, bringing our bodies close. I peel off a glove and touch the outline of his eyepatch, tugging his hair with the other hand. "Sweet, bruised souls. Broken. Powerless…and angry…." I push into his soft skin. "…and I mold them into shrewd, desperate souls with no hope." I take a slow breath, as though tasting the air about him.

Ciel is still in my arms, and then flushed, angry. He pulls himself free—I let him. And he scowls at me. "Tell me your name."

I laugh again. "Sebastian Michaelis."

It is what he made me.

Ciel shakes his head and rips at this eye patch, showing the fragile orb beneath. "Your secret name. The one with power—"


Ciel sighs, exasperated. "You are to tell no lies." He reminds me. "You are to obey all orders." He looks at me, very much the wounded bird.

I lick my lips. "I have bound myself to do these things," I agree. "But just look." I turn my face upward. "The sky is dark…and the darkness is deep."

He does not understand.

And yet he is stubborn. Later, he will ask me again. And I shall refuse…an outright answer is beyond the contract he formed.

"Then tell me about your past masters. Or your beginning." This desperate hunt for knowledge makes him reckless. He's tipped his hand, and there are weeks left to us.

Oh, the damage he could do…

…to himself…

"They're all dead." I drop my gaze to meet his. "And none knew any such name." I chuckle low in my throat, and ask him gently, "could a human even pronounce it?"

"You mock me." Ciel looks to me, his pale face brighter than the reflected moon in the water. He doesn't cringe, doesn't beg. Just stares at me balefully.

Excitement tingles through††me, rushing through my limbs. One last effort of a thrashing soul…

Ah, how bitter truth must taste in his mouth.

I wonder, have I crushed it all out of him? That hope.

"I'm leaving." He snaps. "Get me home. Now."

"Ah, but I thought I was to be more familiar out in public," I taunt. I touch his face, smooth his hair.

Ciel flushes, and his hands shake. He grasps at the weapon hidden in his clothes, but doesn't draw it. "You will take me."

Ah, this child. This youth who would be a man in a few years time…does he know of what he speaks?

Perhaps it's too early to tell if he's abandoned that last path. But he has at least plenty of anger left.

"Yes, my lord." I bring him up into my arms, and he allows it. I bound up. The path and city skyline blur beneath us, and at last, he says nothing more.

Darkness swallows both of our forms.


On to 9
This Time: Ciel attempts to get one up Sebastian by playing sweet games. Things do not go as planned.

Warnings: romantic overtures on Ciel's part. Coldness on Sebastian's.

You can probably start reading from here. :nod: but if you want more of Ciel and Sebastian, read the earlier installations: Previous: 01 | 02 | 03 | Phase I: 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 7.5|

Current Section: Phase Two. Romantic Overtures, or "power games."

Thoughts would be loved. :D what are you thinking?
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-Veronica's P.O.V-
Everyone left the mall and I was waiting to be picked up by my brother outside while Mikey was waiting for his mom. We sat next to each other on the curb which was kind of awkward. I like him a lot, but I know he doesn't feel the same way. I mean, he has so many girls drooling over him and he just seems like someone who can't commit to one person, ugh. I hate falling for the bad boy… My phone vibrated in my pocket and Riana was calling and I was about to pick up when Mikey started talking so I just hit end.

"So," he said "So…" I said back. Ugh! Could this be any more awkward? "It's dark huh?" he said leaning back propping himself up with his hands. "Uh, yeah," I said looking up. Seriously that's all he was gunna say? I sighed and then he looked up and asked me, "So, you like anybody?" My eyes got wide and then I told him, "Yeah, but he doesn't feel the same way…" He smirked and looked up at the street light.  Then I looked at him and smiled a fake smile, "What about you? Do you like anyone?" "Yeah, you." He said really calm like it wasn't a big deal. "W-what..?" I asked trying not to smile insanely. "Yeah, I like you. You're really chill and funny, and a great person to be around," he said still looking at the street light.

"Hmm," I said and smiled. "Well in an odd turn of events, the guy I like likes me back…" I said and looked at him. "Wait, what..?" he said and looked at me. "Really?" "Yeah.. I like you, a lot actually," I smiled. He looked like he was about to say something important when my brother pulled up in his car. "Gotta go!" I said heading towards the car. "Uh yeah bye..!" he said "I'll see you tomorrow right?" he asked loudly when I was about to open the car door. "Yeah, for sure," I told him. "By the way you look really pretty tonight," "Thanks," I said blushing and got in the car. My brother looked at me while I was smiling like crazy to myself. "Who was that?" he asked. "Oh no one," I said trying hard not to smile.
I liked this one alot((:
Happy birthday, Vee! I hope you like it :D
One more individual chapter and then it'll head into the rest of the story so yeah c:
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A Dip in the Channel Part 1- An England X Reader X France insert

What's the space separating two long time rivals and allies? Why it's the English Channel, or as the French call it, La Manche, a sea boarder that keeps England and France from ripping each other's throats out.

You, dear reader, are figuratively put in this otherwise compromised neutral space, however not without years of fighting over anyway. This puts France and England in a position to make a very rare compromise with each other, allows them to exchange their love for you; something they might not get to do unless they share you.

Time period is Now…ish, with mentions of the Olympic opening ceremony and of younger days.

If there was any particular person who had not felt good about them selves for a long while, then it was certainly Arthur Kirkland, the representative of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

Adjusting his patriotic Union Jack cuff links, quite a nice touch to his brown suit and burgundy tie, he inspected himself in the full-length mirror situated in his bedroom. In doing so, the blond, bushy-eye browed nation couldn't resist a prideful and victorious smirk that was similar to the one he flashed at the Spaniard after defeating his rather pathetic Armanda.

Tonight was the opening night of the 2012 Olympic games held in London, an event that set the tone for the host country's preparation in handling such an important event.  After years of planning, work, and money, the nation of Great Britain was finally ready to kick off hosting the Olympic games with a splendid opening night, even the former Beetles member Paul McCartney would do a performance and the queen herself, good old Bess the 2nd  , would do her first acting role with an famous British icon. Indeed, today it was good to be him.

It had been Frances' idea to revive these Greek games back in the summer of 1896 in Athens. While one might reminisce pleasantly about being present on such a historic day, the memory only brought a scowl to the Brit's face as he had been made to become bothered by the Frog's indecent advances on his person; all in an attempt to annoy and publically humiliate him due to their bad blood.

Bad associations with the Olympics aside, it was mid-morning of the eve that the Opening ceremony would start tonight. It also meant that it was almost time for afternoon tea. This time, England had a special guest for this private event who was always one of the few reasons the Englishmen's mood would lift, and it was all because of you dear _______ , the nation of (country).

You see, he wanted to squeeze some personal time with you before attending the opening ceremony with all the other nations later that evening.

Being the closet romanticist that England happens to be, he figured this was his chance to finally confess his long felt desires for you.  In his mind's eye, everything would go along swimmingly. You, being the teary-eyed maiden, overwhelmed by this confession and would return your feelings for him; exchanging a kiss with him and then insisting that you both share each other's passions before attending the ceremony.

Both of you would then sit together in the VIP stadium reserved for nations, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings throughout the whole event as you both admired your countries' team openings. The firework display would provide a perfect excuse to cuddle close and perhaps exchange a kiss or two.

What was your connection to England? Well, concerning your political past with each other, you and he go way back as being allies since at least the 18th century.  He had defended your small country from the cocky Frogs' Napoleonic advance, all in exchange for your alliance against the Frog from thereon; however, you indeed proved yourself to him as being more than just an ally.

"In my most professional and unbiased of opinions", England lectured to his reflection,  "_____ has to be the most charming, witty, and courageous Lady I have ever perchance to meet. I must say, with our minds put together we can do unimaginable things."

'We can also do unimaginable things if we put our bodies together', a naughty voice in the back of the Brit's head announced, causing a light blush to dust across his pale checks.

It would take a lot of coaxing to have him admit it, but England was indeed attracted to you physically as well.  

How he longed to run his fingers through your (h/l), (h/c) hair and to wrap his arms sensually around your waist to pull you into a mind-blowing kiss; one that would leave you weak at the knees upon the entrance of his tongue, slithering gently across your luscious lips to be granted permission to enter and fence with your own smooth muscle, making claim upon it.  

He would sense you swooning from his bold actions, whereby he would take one of his arms to put under the back of your knees to lift you up bridal style, and climb the stairs to take you to his bed. It was a step up from just sharing a kiss with you but he would seize the moment, knowing you wanted it too.

He would lay you down on his Satin sheets and climb on top and straddle you, gazing into your  (e/c) eyes full of anticipation and desire for him, as he would then proceed to…  "STOP! ", the Brit exclaimed as he grasped the edge of a nearby dresser for support. His face burned bright red with embarrassment as he pulled at his messy tuff of golden blond hair in attempt to disrupt his ongoing thought pattern.

"Get it together old chap, these are certainly not the thoughts a Gentleman such as yourself must regard Ms. (l/n) as, and especially within the hour of her arrival." England rambled to himself as he tried to eliminate  (mentally eliminate you Johnny perverts, he can't be caught with his pants down now, at least not yet~) the unwanted, but rather pleasant, excitement in his loins at the scenario he would love to reenact with you. He began thinking of a particular Frenchman and an American, also throwing in a certain Spaniard in there for good measure. Immediately, the flame that was previously downstairs was extinguished.  

'Ah, much better… Now I must set up for tea as I would hate to look inadequately prepared in front of Ms. (f/n), especially when this date is for her,' the Brit thought to himself, feeling flushed at the fact that this could be counted as an unofficial, yet legitimate "date" with you. Maybe other outings he had with you counted as dates. He certainly hoped so.

Heading down the narrow staircase that lead up to the second floor of his central London flat, England went through the parlor room and into the kitchen, where he took out his good tea set from the cupboards and placed it on a silver tray situated on the kitchen counter, already waiting to be occupied.

He proceeded to fill a clean sugar bowl with the sparkling granules his nation had fought in wars to get and also took out a full serving glass from the fridge filled with fresh crème'.  He opened the pantry, and took from a tin, some of his famous English scones that he was always happy to serve to his guests and set them on a serving tray.

Once everything was assembled, the Brit carefully carried the full tray to his parlor room and placed it on his coffee table. Sitting down on the couch, he looked at his Grandfather clock to check how his progress was doing before your arrival. 'Let's see…Ah! 11:52Am, splendid! I made it just in time! Way to be a not failure me. Now, knowing _________, she'll be here on the money at 11:55 like she said she would and not a minute later', England thought to reassure himself.

Placing a leg over his knee, a rare smile crossed England's lips. Yes, things were looking up for him. He would get the girl he had always longed for, but never had the courage to pursue until he became fed up with himself for putting it off, and get the praise from all the other nations for putting on a smashing Olympic opening.

And so, England waited and waited…and waited.

11:53 turned into 12:03 PM, which turned into 12:12.

Bouncing his leg nervously, England started to worry that something bad must have had happened to you that could account for your tardiness. He felt the strong urge to call you up just to check.



Turning his head at the sound of the gentle knocks upon his front door, England got up and briskly walked over to let you in.

Opening the door, he was greeted by the lovely sight that was you.

I think now's a good time to switch POVs here to the reader's.

Today, you were wearing one of your favourite professional outfits: a pencil skirt and a (f/c), long sleeve button up shirt, complete with black garter stockings and black heels.  Such an outfit was required as you were having mid day tea with one of your good acquaintances and long time ally, England. You would also be heading straight to the opening ceremony as your nation's representative and you certainly wanted to look good for the cameras.   

Recently, however, you couldn't help but wish for the relationship status you had with the Brit to be made into something more special, and that had certainly influenced you into wanting to look nice for England.

Walking your usual route to England's house, heels clicking against the London sidewalks as you walked past Nelson's Column in Trafalgar square, you couldn't help but think back to a particular point in time when your feelings for England blossomed.


"Bloody Hell", England screeched as he slammed his now empty glass of beer, most likely the first of many unless someone intervened quickly.

"Where does that bloody Frog get off about mocking my latest food innovation? 'Oh L'Angleterre, what were vous smoking when you came up with ze Boiled Fish in ze Bag?(1) (2) Never 'ave I seen such atrocities done to les poissons. Oh well, let us hope it is ze English fish zat suffer such a le miserable fate, ohonhonhonhon.' Absolute codswallop! The fish in the bag is genius! You here me!?" The angry Brit ranted after mimicking his long-standing rival in a mockery of the French accent and language. Turning his whole body in your direction, he then pointed to his head as if to add emphasis to his point. "Genius!"

Turning away and placing both elbows on the bar counter, he slapped it and demanded another beer from the poor bartender working overtime that evening in the smoky, cigarette filled South Yorkshire pub in Sheffield.

Meanwhile, all you could do was sit in the bar stool adjacent to him, nodding your head slowly. You pretended to sip your rather disgusting and over the top martini you regretted ordering as you tried your best not to hint your true feelings about the Fish in the bag product. Sure, the 1970s' for England right now was all about the introduction of convenience food, what with television being better than it ever used to be, but come on, fish in the bag?  Can you say gross?  France was right …apparently England was still high from the 60's.  And he was still sensitive about the most trivial of things.

Patting his shoulder, you tried to lighten the Brit's foul mood. " Oh lighten up Arthur. You know how he likes to tease you; so don't let it get to you.  He's really a nice guy."

"A nice guy?" England turned to face you with an unimpressed scowl plastered on his face. "  _________, how can you stomach defending that foppish twit? He's a bloody bastard and that doesn't even provide the summary of what I really think about him … d-don't tell me," Arthur blushed as he stuttered slightly "that you prefer his company over mine."

The Brit gave you a scrutinizing stare, his dark bushy brows furrowed as he played the bad cop in his interrogation.

" What? Do I annoy you somehow? Have you been taking me on some kind of ride, where you pretend to be my friend and then go laugh at my problems with the frog after you tell him? Have you—"

" Oh lighten up," you giggled, playfully punching England's shoulder. " You know I don't judge or listen to what either of you have to say about each other, you and he are both so biased that way. And I would never conspire against you. You have to remember, France is my friend as well; I would defend you if he talked you down in front of me. "

England turned away, looking down at his refilled glass the bartender had slide down the table seconds ago, his mouth drawn in a thin line. He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, but thought you caught a  'God, I wish you could just see how , hhhherrm … the look in his…grunt.'

Not taking it too seriously, you continued where you left off as he stared at the counter.

"Honestly Arthur, I do care for you and am lucky to know you like this. You've gotten over tougher stuff, what with Alfred's revolu-"

You stopped when you noticed him visibly cringe.

"Okay, maybe not. Sorry, I forgot you still hate talking about that. Anyway, all you have to remember is that I think you are one of the most…no actually…the most amazing person I look up to. You've been there for me during the best and the worst of times and I've done the same for you.  And I've-"

"Said enough on the subject" the Brit interrupted. His shining emerald eyes now made contact with your (e/c) ones, staring intently.  You couldn't help but notice something unfamiliar was in them.

What he did next shocked you even to this day. England had reached over, took your right hand gently and placed a kiss upon it.

You immediately blushed at the feel of his lips on your sensitive skin, remaining completely still as he held your hand in his. His cool, smooth lips lingering perhaps a little longer than what seemed necessary as he pulled up to face you; your skin burning with the memory of his contact and burned for more.

"Thank you ______ , I know I can be an Ass most of the time but I appreciate the patience you have with me. In fact, I think it's time I told…. Oh bollucks ________, how do I put this? It's time that I —"

"Pay your bill owd lad" A booming, Yorkshire voice cut Arthur off. Both of you turned in the voice's direction to see the tired looking bar tender across the counter from the both of you. "We're closen now for toneet n' faiv minut. Please pay your bills an' 'ave tha a good nigh' there love an' tha too owd lad, don't be nesh now." He placed your bills on the counter and then shuffled away.

Not quite understanding what the bartender said, you still managed to get the gist of what he was trying to say.  

You turned back to look at the side of Arthur's head as he avoided your gaze by looking down at both of your bills. "Uh, Arthur." You prompted. "It's time that you, uh…what exactly?"

Turning his head back to you, he looked down to notice that his hold was still on your hand. He released it quickly as if he burned himself. Eyes shifting from you, to the bills, and back to you, he finally spoke.

"It's time that I…walk you back to your car. Yes … that's what I was about to say before we were so rudely interrupted" England stressed, adding emphasis to the last sentence as he glared at the bar tender who was oblivious to the daggers in his back.

You nodded in understanding, feeling that the awkward moment needed it. Arthur then got off his stool, grumbling about how rude people were when they interrupted others, and slammed the amount of pounds needed to pay both of your bills onto the counter and started to head towards the door.

You got off your stool and stood there for a moment; trying to process how strange that moment was. You figured he was just being gentlemanly to you as a female friend—his only female friend.  Yet, a small and growing part of you felt let down that his act of friendship didn't turn out to be something more.

Arthur stopped at the door's entrance, turning his head to gaze at you with an annoyed expression. "Well, are you coming or would you rather stand there and wait for Christmas to come?"

Rolling your eyes at Arthur's never ending sarcasm, you followed after him.

You reassured yourself that whatever you felt at the moment for Arthur, be it even the tiniest bit of a crush, would past with time. After all, many kinds of infatuations fade with time.



Phew, that was long. I think that flashback could have been a story all on its own. Oh well, I think it's a cool glimpse of your relationship with England.


Hmmm. Fade. Right. The act you thought would motivate you to move on. Oh, If only that had been that simple.

Your feelings for Arthur had not faded at all actually, if anything they strengthen. Whatever infatuation you had with Arthur before this event was now set in stone. That little devil had apparently struck you with his accursed arrow; as a result, your feelings evolved into a strong desire for everything that was Arthur.

You constantly replayed that memory in your head and spent whatever time you could with him. You never dared to let out any hints that he was the one you fancied and loved. You were worried that revealing your true feelings for him would ruin your friendship, so you kept completely poker faced about the matter.

It was so frustrating, wanting what you couldn't have and especially that thing being Arthur. However, your reluctance to tell Arthur your feelings was also held back by another dilemma, and that dilemma was France.

No, France wasn't cockblocking you directly. Worse, he was doing it indirectly. It was complicated, but somewhere down your long road with him you had also fallen in love with the beautiful Frenchman as well.

You could only imagine the nightmare scenario of what would happen if you confessed to one of them about your feelings. Not only did you fear rejection, but you also feared ruining your friendships with both of them.

It was a scary scenario that you predicted would happen with how England or France would react. The person you confessed to would reject you, as both a lover and a friend, while the other who heard about your proposal would be disgusted with your intimate feelings for their long-term rival and reject your friendship with them as well.

You were split down the middle, to say the least, as you could not even begin to imagine the impossible reality it would be to have both of them. Those thoughts were reserved for the fantasies you liked to torment yourself with.  So you compromised to having both England and France just as close friends. So far, they seemed to accept that and you continued to suffer in silence with your unrealistic desires…Great.

Turning your thoughts from your psyche, your attention focused at the task at hand as you found yourself almost having walked passed England's gorgeous flat.

Walking up the small steps, you gently knocked on his door and were immediately greeted by the handsome, bushy-browed Englishman.


"Hey England! I'm so happy you invited me up for tea! It was a great idea as a way to catch up before all us countries attend the opening ceremony." You beamed at him, taking in his finely suited features.

"By the way, I'm Sorry I'm late. I stopped to make small talk earlier on my way here and I guess time caught up with me. Ha ha, I guess this moment is a precedent for what happens when I'm late."

"Ah hem… Well yes, quite." England agreed curtly, his checks a little flushed as he took in your appearance. "Just consider yourself lucky you aren't late enough to have gone and made the tea cold." The mercurial British Gentleman lectured, but deep down you knew he was happy to see you too.

Stepping aside, he extended one of his arms in a welcoming gesture into his home. "Now please, before you float away from all the air inside your head, do come in."  

"Don't mind if I do", you candidly replied as you stepped through the door, laughing a little at the fact that you were one of the few people to understand and appreciate his dry sense of British humor.

Closing the door after you, England led you to his parlor room where he had gone to the trouble of setting out tea for the both of you to enjoy.  

And Oh look! There was also food. There were…his famous scones. Oh boy. How were you going to avoid eating those?

Situating himself on one of the cushions of his comfortable couch, he patted the opposite cushion next to him. "Please, take a seat love."

Sitting beside him, a rush of temporary joy surged through you at hearing him address you by your favourite title he sometimes called you by.

Thanking him, you reaching over and poured yourself some of his delicious Earl Grey tea, along with adding the crème' and sugar to your liking.

"Ah wait my dear!" England exclaimed. You stopped dead in your tracks before you could even take your first sip.

Bringing forth the serving tray of scones with a big smile, he extended it towards you and offered you one of his burnt looking scones.  

Oh England, why did you make it so hard to be a good guest in your company? And why were you so prideful in everything? Geez.

Meanwhile, England anxiously waited; giving you a look that said, 'Well, what are you waiting for? Take one. '

Pitying yourself for your current circumstance, you took what looked like the least burnt scone and quickly took a bite of it to get it over with, just like what one would do when quickly taking a sip of some foul tasting medicine.

Immediately, a burnt taste assaulted your taste buds, but also something else. Was that the tiniest hint of flavor? Hmmm, maybe today's batch wasn't as bad as usual. Heck, maybe it would be edible if England paid attention for once and didn't burn them all the time.

England seemed rather pleased by your acceptance of his scone and had one himself.

Setting down your half eaten scone, you decided to find an excuse to stop eating by making small talk.

"So England, I bet your pretty excited for the opening games huh?"

Setting down his scone, England took a quick sip of tea, placing the teacup back in its saucer.

"Love, you need not be so formal as to call me that. Arthur will do just fine. And yes, I'm quite excited. A lot of money and time has gone into this opening event and I'm looking forward to it. Just like I'm looking forward to another event that will happen in the near future."

With that, England set down his tea.

"Oh really? Is there a pre-opening to the opening ceremony? Wow, you weren't kidding when you said a lot of time was spent planning this. But I'm sure it wasn't necessa—Whoa!!!"

Your current rant was cut off by a hard squeeze to one of your stocking clad thighs; almost causing you to drop your tea. Looking at your thigh and the hand that was grabbing it, you trailed your gaze up the arm to find that it was indeed the arm of the only other person in the room: Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur was wearing a devilish smirk and a certain gleam in his eyes; a combination you had never seen upon Arthur's face in the history that you'd known him for.

"Oh, sorry love. Did I startle you?" he asked in his smooth accent, gently removing your grasp on your tea with his other hand and setting it down on the coffee table.

"A-A-Arth - Arthur, W-W-What?" was all you could stammer out.

You. Didn't. Know. What . Else . To . Do.

Was this really happening?  He seemed so un-phased by what he had just done. Damn, his hand was still on your thigh like it was very comfortable being there.

"Shhh love.  I've got something important to tell you"

Something important? Aw shit. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up.  He had some confidential information to tell you and he trusted you as a friend to listen.  This calmed your demeanor significantly even with Arthur's hand still on your thigh, which seemed to put a slightly confused expression on Arthur's face.

Well, you had been listening to him for years now, so he might as well fire away. You could take it. You'd continue to play it cool.

"Of course Arthur. I'd be happy to hear~.  Did something backfire with the fireworks?  Wait. Have any of my athletes been caught doping? Cause I swear I'm not behind it I-"

"NO! _____ that's not it.", Arthur said firmly, almost shouting.

Taking matters into his own hands, he used them to gently cup both sides of your face; forcing your beautiful (e/c) eyes to catch his determined emerald gaze.

His own features softening at your flushed checks as he held them tenderly, he connected his forehead with yours.

"_________, my sweet _________. Know that I'll always consider you to be my best friend. But I propose we add an additional title to that.  So here it goes, __________ I want you to be my lover. Please, consider moving in with me. We've known each other long enough, but I want what we already have to be more. I want to finally have a reason to say I love you every time I see you, because I truly do, I love you__________. "

Removing his forehead from yours, he went to inspect your facial features and was touched by what he saw.

Tears filled your beautiful eyes, making them shine. A lump probably the size of your own fist was lodged in your throat, rendering you to be speechless. You couldn't believe what you had just heard; almost not wanting to believe you had. Did Arthur really just confess to you what you've always dreamed of hearing him say?  

'Yes, he has' A voice in your head answered back. 'And don't look now, but I think he's going in for a kiss'

Indeed, Arthur was leaning in for what looked like a kiss. "_____", he whispered to you silently, hands still gently cradling your face, as if he was worried you'd evaporate without some kind of possession over you. His eyes half lidded, gazing at you through his eyelashes as he leaned forward, mouth almost inches from your own. Your instincts took over, causing your own eyes to be half lidded as you leaned in to exchange the kiss you always wanted to give Arthur and no one else…and no one…else? ….

'Ma Cherie, S'il te plaît.  Is it too much to ask for you to reconsider?'
'It is Francis. It wouldn't be fair to either you or I.'

You pushed Arthur off of you back on the other side of the couch, panic coursing through your veins. What had you done?  And what was Arthur thinking?

Re-aligning himself after his stumble back from your push, Arthur's expression looked a kin to a child whose favourite toy was taken away from him as he stared right at you.

"_______" , w-what on earth is—
"I'm sorry Arthur, I can't. I just can't. Don't ask why, just know it's my fault."

Standing up, face flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, you couldn't bear to look at Arthur.

"I should probably go, I'll see you later at the ceremony." With that you stiffly walked towards the front door.

Arthur began to panic; his plans were not in the lovely sequence that he planned them in. They were in complete disarray! He especially didn't want things to end the way they did. How the hell would things get better after what just happened? Oh God, what if he just screwed up your friendship, the very base of your relationship with him. He had to make things right again before it was too late.

Standing up, he moved to stop you.

"_______! Wait I—"

" 'allo L'Angleterre ! You ass bouquet. ~  Your country gets more hideous by the minute no?  Ready for your little ceremony to ze worst in—Attendez?! . Q-quoi? _________? What are you doing 'ere at ze rosbif's shack?"

Both you and Arthur whipped your heads towards the opened window of the living room to find France's head peering in, looking both confused and unimpressed by what he saw..

Like fire to a match, an instant reaction came out of Arthur.

"FROG! Why must you constantly interfere with my life? Go bother someone else for a change! ______ and I are busy!"

"If you are busy with what I think you are doing, then I already know; there is no fooling moi mon ami. I won't let you soil mon chou with your filthy English hands!"




Well, this is fun.


You knew Arthur and Francis couldn't settle this one on their own; they would need your help.

The question was…how?

To be continued….
Well, it's finally here. My first fanfictiction virginity has been given to both France and England and I must say... It hurts so good. XD

I don't know what to make of it though. The whole time I was writing it and finish I was all :icondestroyplz::iconimdeadplz:, I don't know, let me know what you think.

Here's a link to an image that I was inspired by: [link]. Originally I had it as a preview image but after careful inspection of the DA rules on crediting images, I realized I was making a huge mistake by using it; people can actually get reported and have their hard work removed for this mistake. Besides, no one should have to use artwork to get more views for their fanfic UNLESS THEY ACTUALLY GET THE ARTIST'S PERMISSION TO USE THAT PIC AND CAN PROVE IT. Hopefully I didn't come off as a dick for saying all this. :XD:

I'm still going to follow through with the original plan of this story [link], with the story still taking place on the same day, just so you know and the opening ceremony toke place on July 27th of that evening. I know this chapter had to do a lot with England, and France only came at the end, but that was the point. I will do France justice in part 2 which will explain why you love him too.

Sorry I didn't Submit this earlier like I said I would on Friday; I slept for two whole days after the week I wrote about in one of my journals.

Anyway, here's the reference for the endnotes in the story cause I love talking about history, hence my love for hetalia.

1. Actual Link to fish in the bag, itís a British product too! : [link]

2.Link to actual Seventies episode video where I got the idea to include the fish in the bag: [link]

Iím a big fan of this show; itís a bbc show about different time periods of Britainís culinary past and itís so interesting and funny. XD I highly recommend it as we are all acquainted to the fact of how bad Englandís cooking is, so itís like documented proof of his rather long issues with food. XDDDDD

Translation of the old Yorkshire bean: "Pay your bill old lad. We're closing for tonight in five minutes. Please pay your bills and have yourself a good night there love and you too old lad, don't be nesh now." (old Yorkshire meaning "don't be unusally susceptible to the cold weather" and there is no synonym for this use.)

France's translations.
líAngleterre = England
Vous= you
les poissons= the fish
S'il te plaÓt= the way to say please to someone you are close to
Attendez?! = wait?!
Quoi?= what?
rosbif= deurogatory term for the Engish, literally means "roast beef" and it is equivalent to the term the English use of "Frog" for the French.
moi and mon ami= me, my friend.
mon chou= pet name like 'my dear'; literally means "my cabbage" 0_0 but no one ever means it like that.
Gorssier= uncouth/uncivilized

I made references to quotes England and France have said in the English dub of World series, see if you can spot them.

Oh, almost forgot. I don't own hetalia.

Hetalia, England and France belong to :iconhimaruyaplz:

Story: Moi :iconwaterlily18:

You probably belong to :iconlafranceplz::iconkirklandplz:
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Wells, Hugs, and Encounters

The purple miasma dissipated around them, letting her eyes view the man holding her by the waist with a possessive, yet dedicated touch. It was as if he was afraid to touch her, but at the same time, he needed to feel the warmth of her body under his trembling hands.

He looked desperate to have her next to him, but his actions made her question things she'd been certain about since their separation. Why he chose magic. Could it be that she'd been wrong all this time and he really did treasure magic more than anything and anyone. But his expression when he saw her again said the opposite, and his words and the way he spoke them was like a man awakening from a nightmare. He'd babbled nonsense, at least to her, and she didn't understand anything that was happening or why. She was in a strange world and a stranger, Jefferson, gave her the means to find him so he'd protect her from the queen.

He said all magic came with a price and she wondered the cost he'd have to pay. Would he reject her again when she least expected it. Would he cast her out the moment she made a mistake? She felt bad for thinking such things, but she only had their past together to draw her conclusions upon.

Rumplestiltskin moved his fingers along her waist, slow as if playing a soft, calm melody on a piano. If he continued, she'd either melt or end up cuddling in his embrace whether he wanted it or not. She forced herself not to get distracted; this time she wanted the truth. She needed to know the truth in order to save their hearts from ache.

Their gazes locked and she could see the desire for magic clinging in his eyes. She tried not to look hurt, but knew her emotions were betraying pain and doubt through her stare.

She stepped back, separating her body from his, but without breaking his hold on her waist. He looked confused. Worried.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice shaking.

She took a deep breath and gathered the courage for his future words, all the while trying not to remember the disaster that trigger her final act of bravery. When she dared to stand up to him. To call him a coward.

"Why'd you bring magic Rumplestiltskin?" He opened his mouth, but didn't speak. "I. . . I know you have your reasons but . . . is . . . was I wrong about how you feel?" She looked down, and prepared for the pain his answer would have on her.

He exhaled loudly and looked everywhere except her. A habit she knew he had when he was trying to find a way to escape something.

She stepped forward once again, letting his arm slide around her body. She placed her hand on his chest, wanting to treasure the closeness for as long as she could have it. She wasn't going to be the one to walk away. He'd have to be the one to leave.

"I know your power is important but—"

"Not as much as you." Her fingers reached up and she began playing with the buttons on his jacket. His arms tightened around her. "But I still need it."

"Will you tell me why?" She looked up at him, her eyes boring into his with a silent request to not cast her aside. For him to trust that she loved him and that he deserved to be loved.

"It was part of our deal, dear. So, like it or not, I have to fulfill it."

Her face and burden lightened, and her cheeks reddened. He buried his face in her brown hair, and took a deep breath to enjoy the aroma he'd missed so much. The freshness of a rose that he'd never allow to wither.

She happily surrendered to Rumplestiltskin's strange display of affection. She put one arm around him, and tangled his silky hair between her fingers, while the other hand kept fiddling with his jacket buttons and collar. She relished his beating heart underneath her hands.

"I always let the things I care about slip through my hands, I won't let you go again," he said. She nodded, pleased at his words. She felt his body relax around her. She pressed herself closer, a wordless gesture to give strength to him. "I need my power to protect you from the queen and make her pay for what she's done to you."

His voice was filled with pain and hatred. A hate bespeaking such a cruel revenge her mind couldn't fathom its equal. She pushed it back and encouraged him to continue the tale he hid for so long. "But that's not all," she whispered.

"No." He closed his eyes and inhaled again. "When you were in the castle with me, I told you I lost my son. That's not entirely true. It was tha—" he choked on his words. The last time he tried to tell her about his son, he evaded the subject. If she wanted him to tell her, to release a bit of the burden upon her, she had to offer her support each time his words failed.

Belle saw the anguish expressed in his eyes and his trembling lips. She moved her hand up, along his red tie, and then timidly stroked his shaven chin with her fingertips in an attempt relax his nerves.

Rumplestiltskin leaned into her touch for a moment before pressing his forehead against hers. "It's my fault he's gone. He tried to find a way to free me from the power I had. In his eyes I'd become a wretch. I said if he found a way to get rid of the powers without killing me, I'd do it. He did find a way, but I was afraid of returning to my old self and I broke my deal. He was sent to a different world. A world without magic, and without his father."

"He came to this world?"

He nodded. "The Blue Fairy made it possible with a magic beanstalk. It created a vortex that I didn't dare cross. I created this curse to come to this world, but I need magic to find my son in this vast place."

"You created the curse? I thought the queen was responsible."

At hearing her words, he laughed. "The queen is not that powerful dear, but she has a despicable heart. She had to carry out the vilest act, and she had the hatred to do it purely for revenge on Snow White. She never realized how she fell right into my manipulations." She heard gloating in his tone and looked away. "I told you I was a monster Belle," he whispered with bitterness.

She looked back at him. "You aren't. You have questionable methods of doing things, but your overall cause is noble."

"It's not always Belle. Don't be so naïve."

"So what do you feel now?" she demanded with more force than intended. She wasn't as naïve as he thought she was and hated that term when it was used to describe her.

"I have hope of regaining everything I lost. You're the proof. I thought you were dead but now… you're here." He took a shuddering breath, as if about to break into tears. "And if you still lo—" He closed his eyes.

Belle wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you were a monster then you wouldn't be able to feel what you feel or withstand having me in your arms. I wouldn't be able to love anyone that didn't have a heart."

He removed one of her hands from his shoulders, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Her stomach tightened and her eyes burned because of the small gesture. "I don't deserve you Belle."

She shook her head and they leaned into each other, his eyes asking for a kiss, and her eyes screaming their permission. Their lips met just as they did years go, timidly with delicacy and filled with the tenderness their hearts held.

They hesitantly pulled away and trembled at the loss of contact. She withheld the urge to jump for joy. "Your magic is till intact?" she asked, worried she might have broken the spell he needed so badly right now.

"Yes, in this world we don't have to worry," he said. "Although there is magic now, my body is still one of a mere human. There is not a curse to break."

"Oh," she said, for once at a loss of words with him.

He pulled away from her and grabbed her hand. "Let's get you some clothes. As beautiful as you are, those clothes do nothing for you."

She fake pouted and intertwined her fingers with his as she let him guide her through the strange world.


As they walked out of the forest, the small town came into sight. It looked like the villages he saw after an attack by ogres. His face remained expressionless, and he could feel Belle looking at him with her always-inquisitive eyes.

"It's ironic that true love is able to cause so much destruction," he said as he led her along the lonely street that led back into the small town. He felt so much stronger having her near him now.

"Your living room was a mess when I left it, so you should've known it already."

Regret flashed through his body. "That was the product of anger Belle." He hit his cane harder against the pavement as he walked.

She stopped walking, making him stop. He looked at her. "I didn't betray you Rumplestiltskin. You know that, right?"

He swallowed hard, the pain in her face hurting him worse than anything could, and her bravery amazing him at the same time. "Yes, I know. Everything that happened to you is my fault, and I hope you can forgive me someday."

"We both have some part of the blame, but now we are here together. That's what matters. When this is over, maybe we can have a happy ending if we desire one. Being locked up for so long made me think about many things. You don't have to fear anything because I forgave you long long ago. Just not myself. I shouldn't have-"

"Forgive yourself Belle, because I don't hold a grudge against you."

"I will try if you do the same," she said.

He shook his head. "It's not easy to forget I was a beast."

"No, being a beast has nothing to do with forgiveness. You're just complex."

"Layered?" he asked, smiling with a half smile.



The small bell above the door tinkled happily when they entered the pawnshop. The blinds were still drawn on the windows, letting the darkness reign over the place filled with old memories. It reminded her of the dimly lit parts of the dark castle where Rumplestiltskin placed the objects he attained through his agreements. This room, however, was small in comparison, but that didn't make this place any less value-filled.

Belle slowly navigated her way around the shelves, crystal tables and glass cases, as she followed Rumplestiltskin to the back room where she'd found him the night before. That was when she couldn't remember anything, good or bad. Rumplestiltskin's face of astonishment now made so much sense. Her imprisonment, the lies she'd been forced to listen to, the despair at seeing her beloved in anguish through the queen's mirrors, had a lasting effect on her. She'd never forget his cry of pain echoing in her ears night after night. She closed her eyes, desperately wanting to take his hand just to make sure he was alive and safe.

The memories were torture.

She watched as he searched through the drawers in a chest he had in his office, as if desperate for something he needed to find. Sometimes she knew she made him believe he could have a happy ending, and now that things were different, he was willing to get one for her.

Rumplestiltskin continued searching. He must have felt her questioning aura because he said, "I'm trying to find your clothing." She laughed to herself. Perhaps it would be better if he conjured the clothing so they didn't have to go from one place to another.

She walked behind him and her arms encircled his body. He didn't stop his movements until he held one of Belle's old dresses in his hands.

Rumplestiltskin looked over his shoulder.

"I heard you," she whispered. He tilted his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I heard you when the queen said I died."

Rumplestiltskin's body tensed. He clinched his teeth and she heard a low growl. She moved her hands over his stomach, tickling him. He exhaled deeply and let a tiny smile come to his lips. Rumplestiltskin dropped the clothes he had in his hands and took her hands.

"No one is going to take you away from me. If anyone touches you, I will not feel the smallest amount of guilt for what happens to them."

"Rumplestiltskin, I know how to take care of myself."

He huffed to hide a laugh, an action that made her take one of his locks of hair and pull it to shut him up. "Just why are you laughing?"

He stifled a groan and stared at her with his clever eyes. "Oh yes, I forgot you have a gift for taming beasts," he replied jokingly and turned around to face her.

She muttered at hearing him use that absurd word as a descriptor. "I will try not to approach ostentatious carriages with darkly dressed queens inside."

"You're going to make things difficult for me, aren't you?"

"You know how I am." She broke contact between their bodies and looked at the clothing he'd been rummaging through. "Why are my clothes in this world?"

He stood beside her. "It's part of the curs-" The jingle of the bell at the door cut off his words. Before she could speak, he placed a finger on her lips so she'd remain silent.

He grabbed his cane and limped elegantly towards the front of the shop. He stopped in the doorframe, watching the intruder and blocking Belle from the view of prying eyes.

"Ah, I wondered where you were," said the voice of the woman who destroyed so many lives. "I didn't think you'd continue this facade of yours. Surely you've noticed that woman has made everyone remember."

"Your Highness, coming here is a reckless thing, don't you think? Shouldn't you find a safe place to hide from your imminent capture?"

"Those idiots can't do anything to me. The magic is back. I feel it running through my veins. Don't you?" she asked and smiled loftily.

"If you've come here to kill time, you should leave. I have much to do"

"Don't be sullen, Rumple. I wanted to make a deal with you like old times."

"I won't make any deals with you your Majesty" he replied with his face strained with rage. "Leave."

"The magic has gone bad on you, Rumple. It's normal since it came so suddenly-"

"I should dismember you!" He moved menacingly towards the woman who still held a smile of joy and superiority. "But you caught me in a good mood, so get out of here...please."

The woman stopped smiling and a murderous look formed in her eyes. Magic forced her feet to move.

"Ah, and your majesty. The next time you cross paths with me, don't expect to get out unharmed," he said with a grim smile as she headed toward the door, accompanied by an unusual trembling in her legs.

With the sharpness of a hawk, Rumplestiltskin monitored her every step until her presence vanished from his territory. He clenched his fists. Belle walked up to him.

"Let's go home," she whispered as she unfolded one of his trembling fists and entangled his fingers with hers. He blinked a few times before his eyes focused on her.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. He squeezed her hand gently. "I'm fine, just a little dazed. I didn't expect to see her so soon," she said without hesitation. She lifted her arm, which was holding one of her dresses. "I'll be better when we get home."

Without waiting another minute, they left the shop and journeyed through the deserted city, their hands still entwined.

AN: Thanks to my lovely Moon who made this possible. Hope you enjoyed and if you have time you can tell me what you think.
Fandom: Once Upon a time.
Pairing: Rumplestiltskin/Belle
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, they belong to their owners.
Sumary: Rumplestiltskin completes a step in his plan, bringing back magic, but now there are some truths that need to be revealed. How will these truths affect his most important relationship? Spoilers 1x22

AN: This can be considered a sequel to Ripped Hearts because there are some references.

PS: Thanks moonie for make the image ;)
You can also read it on fanfiction: [link]
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                                                                   Mona, the Turning

       Is Halloween night.The full moon was glistening on the sky,pouring out the pumpkins that had sprung on the backyard of the old mansion with a pale light.And searching on the place was Mona Parker, now a pretty nymphet 12 years old,with cute bumps pretty bubble butt and curvaceous legs,wearing her usual vampire disguise:black wig with several braid hairs,red shirt with long sleeves,black skirt and purple cape ornated with flowers.On the hand,a brim bag with a somethings inside.Walking aside,her kitty Fang like company.And while she does her search,Mona remembers again the facts and rumors about that place,belonging to Giselle Von Voosel a gorgeous and gifted silent movie star whose carrer had been destroyed by the raise of the talk theater in mid-1928.
The sound make clear the Giselle´s shrill voice,and she hadn´t the same lucky  
that others divas of that age,like Theda Bara,Pola Negri and Myrna Loy,she couldn´t keep her carrer anymore.Without other choice,Giselle came out of her mansion in Hollywood, backing to her hometown,Darkwood.The same where Mona Parker will be born,several decades later.But she not found the peace that was searching,because the problems of the new age reach her there too.
    Soon the people forget her,charmed by the new talk movie theater's stars.Beside this,the "Virtue League´s" members(a moralist association)always insult her,always that she gone to public places.Because this,the Gisele´s lifestyle become more and more confined,Hans Muller(Her Swiss driver)and Jade Lynn(Her Chinese maid)like her sole companies.So, happens other important happening:the economics' crises of 1929 because of the  crash of the New York´s stock exchange.Giselle was one the few people that  weren´t affected because hadn´t put her fortune on the stock market, keeping her money on the mansion(In a strongbox) and know like spend it with careful.
  Good and kind,she created a charity association to help the unemployed people with food, blankets and clothes.But soon the enemies began tease with it too.Spread rumors that Giselle call men to her home to orgies, or to change them in sex slaves.Say until that she involve herself with black magic,to obtain by supernatural ways the pretty voice that the Nature had denied to her.Then,on the Halloween ´s night of 1931,kids that gone to visit her found the mansion´s doors open and the lights switch, but nobody on the place, not cars at garage neither.Searches made by police shown even more mysteries:several clothes and shoes had disappeared.The strongbox was empty,without none money or jewels, but haven´t any crack´s track.The rumors back again,worst that never.
   One version said that Giselle had been murdered with drubs by Hans and Jade that had stolen her.The second that one of the sex slaves had kill her with cuts.The third that Giselle,very depressed,had hanged herself.And by last,the scariest was that the Giselle´s experiments with black magic had fail,causing her death.The point in common in all versions was that her driver and her maid had buried the Giselle´s body in somewhere of the backyard,because the Darkwood´s priest on those days - a very puritan and intolerant man – had denied consent to Giselle go rest on the city´s graveyard.
But several facts no match:a considerable money made been made to the Giselle´s charity institution, on October 30(That keep it working by more two years).Nobody believe that Hans and Jade could had kill Giselle,because both had profound loyalty by hers boss. Beside this,what kinds of burglar or killer worry himself in spread candies by mansion? In accordance with a calculus made on those days,value 230 dollars,a lot of money at Depression.On the current days the rumors are that the Giselle´s ghost back to visit her old home, at Halloween´s night.
  Mona wants know if really some corpse had been buried on the backyard.If Giselle had killed herself would not be possible punish someone.However,if she had been murdered, the guilty with surely was dead a long time ago.Sprite this,Mona wanna discovery the answer. The girl moans and looks on the outskirts.The Voosel mansion had a weird look, because of the creepers that up by wall,covering it almost all.Windows broken or falls complete the scene. And have also that large pumpkin camp,that spring up on the flower beds, scattering by almost all the backyard.Many people go catch by those pumpkins on the days before of the Halloween.At last during the day,because nobody dare goes there at night,fearing the Giselle´s ghost.

Nobody except Mona Parker,the sole people that had believed on the news that the kids had spread.She get out a red flashlight of the bag and light up it.Fang was twenty foots away,maybe searching by some mouse.Unlike the usual,Charley and Lily couldn´t follow her at that occasion.The Mona´s light gray eyes check the old apple tree,fallen on the ground.The fact had happen some hours ago on the twilight,a skull hand jump from the ground,scaring a kid´s bunch that was catching pumpkins,making all fled in panic.With the flashlight she light up the hole and see something outing of the ground on the bottom.Getting out of the bag a garden´s shovel,Mona dig find a human skeleton.
  Mona down until the botton of the little crater,stepping on the dry and cold land.With a spud,she continues and ten minutes later,was looking to the skeleton´s top.Would be Giselle?Maybe,but a detail no was checking.The top of the skull had a ugly fracture.On this moment,her vampire sense tingles.Fang meow and get out,going to the mansion´s backdoor fall on the inner floor.
- What happens with you,scared cat…? 
 So,she listen a soft noise and moving the head see a woman,five foots and eight inches tall,with blonde hair in a ponytail with a red dress with slits on both side and a silver belt at waist,holding a golden fan with a cherry tree branch with tree blue birds in it.The outfit make Mona think in Mai Shiranui.

  - Why are you here,my child? – ask the mysterious woman.The Mona´s vampire sense still working, but charmed by those beauty, she no run and talk about why she had gone until there.
  - I understand.And seem also that isn´t the first time that you involve yourself with weird things! At easy, Mona out of the hole and talk about her adventures together with Charley and Lily with weird things in Darkwood.
- And why your friends aren´t together with here,together with you tonight?
- I guess that you can say that we are having a lot bad luck!Charley tried make a skate´s extreme maneuver and fell.Now,he are on the hospital,with his right leg broken and also a critical dislocating on the left arm.Reina did a appendicitis´s surgery and will left the hospital only tomorrow afternoon.Lily also is at bed,with a terrible flu.  
- And after all you came here,alone!So intense passion by supernatural since so early age!I like this!I think that you deserve receive a reward!
- What do you...…? The words gone of the Mona´s mouth when she sees the woman´s blue eyes became red.At same moment,she feel her body became heavy,as see have with a lead´s coat.Some magic?Cannot be,or her skill to break spells had solved the problem.No,those thing was something different,but supernatural,no doubt.So,the woman removes the Mona´s fake fangs,the wig and throws away.Next put the hands on the girl armpits,lifting her like she would be a feathers pillow.
   Only when she is with the face at same high that the woman´s face is that Mona identify her:was Giselle Von Voosel!No doubt about it.The hair´s color had changed (Dyed?)like the eyes(Contact lenses?)But it no elucidate as the colors had changed from blue to red in an instant!Beside this, the voice wasn´t shrill,but pretty and sweet-sounding.However,the weirdest was the face.Exactly the same that in a photo taken in December 1927,on the peak of the Giselle´s fame.Few time before appear the new tech that will destroy her career.
("How she can have the same look that 72 years ago,only somebit older?") The question that Mona do to herself is answered when Giselle smile, showing long and sharp canines.("I´m fucked!") – say the girl to herself, while Giselle crock her neck and sank the teeths in it.

("Virgin blood is always great,but so rare to find on the current days!And the blood that young girl is so delicious!For a long time,I haven´t drunk nothing so tasty like that!")
("This is so weird! - think Mona.I know that I will be death before long,but the sensation is so nice!And I know because this happen!Go ahead,miss Voosel!Drink my blood until the last drop,and turn me into I have always wanted to be!")The full moon,shining on the sky like a big eye,is the last thing that Mona Parker sees … before die,in the middle of the pumpkin camp...
  Giselle move out her fangs of the young prey´s neck and looking to the their face,she see a pretty smile at dead girl´s face.("Amazing!I never had found before someone that would embrace the darkness with the zeal this child!Now,begin the main step...")
    By sometime,the forgiveness.Next,the sensation of floating in a dark place. Weirdly, she no feels any fear.So,she listen a voice saying:
- C'mon!Drink!You need!
She fell something cold dampening the tongue. Something delicious,like a milk-shake of a flavor unknow until that moment.("This cannot be a dream,because in a dream,isn´t possible feel the flavor of anything!I need wake-up!") Mona opens her eyes.She even was on the Giselle´s arms,her own arms and legs hanging,like a puppet.Her face was near of the Giselle´s neck,with a trickling from a cut.The smells full her nostrils.
  On this moment,Mona understands that he liquid that she was drinking until some moments ago was the Giselle´s blood!And that she wants more! The lolita´s canines grow-up.She hugs and bites Giselle,at same time what wrap the woman´s hips with the legs. The sole reaction of the vamp is hug Mona again and says:"Drink, my darling!Drink to complete your turning!" Mona obeys with satisfaction,feeling an intense pleasure with each blood´s gulp that went down by throat. The pleasure became more and more intense,until reach an amazing peak.Then,Mona move away her lips of the Giselle´s neck and jump to the ground.Somebit dizzy,she look to Giselle and ask:
- Now,what we do?
- Only talk! –answer Giselle.

  By one hour,Giselle talk with the newborn vampire,informing about her new powers and weakness, the things that she can,cannot or shouldn´t do.And also do some amazing news. Like that Hans and Jade still serving her because feeding themselves with vampire blood(Her own)still with the same look that both had in 1931(Hans 40,and Jade,23)The other was that Giselle had two Internet sites: one about the movie theater history. After finish,Giselle asks:
- Do you wanna know about more something?
- Yes.You involve yourself with the supernatural.Won a pretty voice that you enjoyed, but your career is over!
Giselle laugh
- Well my child,do you really believe that it happens,only because my name no appears again at newspapers or magazines? I changed several times my identity,since 1931.I worked on the cinema,theater and TV,in styles that go from the comedy to porn.This because I am an actress and I always will!Render does part of my life.Or of my unlife,like you choose.

 - Right.Now,a last question:who is that skeleton?
- Abigail Ironlock, the Virtue League president.The moralist gang that turn my life in a real hell, after that I back to Darkwood. A repressed, that blamed the vamps by all evil things on the world. In fact, if she would can,she would put over my shoulders the blame by Great Depression! At most of the times,she paid or persuades others people to spy me.However in October 29 of 1931 she decided do the work herself. She saw what I had become and take several photos drinking the blood of some people that had gone until my house to talk with me.When are getting out,did a noise and we captured her.I tried talk to her that never had kill nobody and that not will create new vampires, but she no wanted hear me.Said that will bring all cities until my home,to drive a stake on my heat,cut my head off and burn my body,besides hang Jade and Hans.
  Suddenly, everything went wrong.I had ordered Hans to let go and Jade Abigail, that talk.And she stood next to a shelf where I kept vials of potions used in magic rituals.Taking the opportunity,she grabbed a handful of bottles and threw all on the floor.The ingredients are mixed,creating a cloud of toxic emerald smoke.While all were coffing,with blazing eyes,she grabbed the camera and fled but was not very longe.Stumbled on the stairs and fell,breaking her skull.
On those days,Darkwood had some bit more that 25 thousand people,less of the half that has today. And sprite of Abigail no talk to nobody that would go to my home,John Nelson (the city´s judge)was an Abigail close friend,besides a Virtue League top member.To make the matters worse,I was a vampire!I and my minons never would have a fair trial.
After that Hans and Jade buried Abigail on the garden mansion´s back,I decided get out of the city,leaving a last gift for the city´s children.I hope that they had appreciated!

  - They appreciated!I read several news about this,at city´s library!
  - Thanks by say those news to me.And also by go to here.I don´t say that only because of the wonderful flavor of you blood, but because of the research that you did about me, and also of the cause that motivated you to do all.I'm very happy by now that sprite all those time,the people here even remember me!
Then,Giselle send to Mona calling cards of her sites.Next get up, point to the rusted mansion´s gates,Giselle say:
- Now,my dark child,you should find your own path and follow it!Maybe someday,you find me again.So,Giselle turn helself in a bat and leave.

  By few minutes,Mona stay thinking.Next,kick the skull like a soccer ball until the hole,to the same place where the skeleton are.Next,cover all again with soil,saying:
- Back to your place,Abigail!Was necessary only more one little thing to do before out of the Voosel mansion.
  Fang was hidden under the staircase.Worried,he out of the place when listens a familiar voice saying:
- You´re here,runaway cat!He was lifted from the floor and meow in pain,when feel the bite on the neck…

     Sometime later,Mona and her pet out of the mansion,with her wit and plastic fangs at bag,but showing her real fangs without any worry.She walk by streets,where kids by everywhere,in couples or little groups.Some few were alone,and among them someone familiar to the nymphet.Put with a green emerald dress,with a little V neckline, and long sleeves, a big golden belt and ribbon of the same color on the conic hat. A big honey bags a hand.
- Angela Smith!I`m impressed with your fancy dress!This is awesome!
- Yeah!My dress was made with Chinese silk and the bag is a real Louis Vulton!
- Really?To me,the most surprising that do this fancy dress so suitable to you,is because show to everyone your real inner nature!
  Angry,Angela says:
- Your poor and freak girl!Your look a a little better,without that ugly wit.Now,I´d like say something nice about your ridiculous outfit,that you use since that you was a little girl!Is so old-fashioned!
- You´re wrong!Now,this outfit is more suitable that never!
- And why…" The Angela´s voice is gone when she sees the Mona´s eyes became red. Have dominating her prey,Mona says:
- Follow me! They were on side of a little square.Mona goes to the center,with Angela on back,walking like a zombie.Mona stop behind an equestrian statue, Mona do a gesture calling the classmate. After have surely that nobody are near,Mona grab the Angela´s butt,pulling her to nearest and next,bite the girl´s neck("Angela Smith!Is so good that you are been my first victim! Hummm…you warm blood is so sweet and delicious!")

  After sometime, Mona get out her teeths of the Angela´s neck but, when she moves her body, feels the foot touching something. Looking to down, see Fang on the Angela´s ankle, obviously drinking the girl´s blood.
The cat obeys,but says:
- Please Mona!I still thirsty!
- FANG!YOU´RE TALKING! – say the girl, going grab and whirl around cheerful, while Angela slip by the statue´s base until fall sit on the ground, with the head inclined to the right  and the eyes stare on amazement.
 - But I always talk! 
 - Cat idiom maybe.But to me,were only senseless sounds!
 - Well,I guess that now you can understand the cat´s idiom!
- Maybe.Giselle warned me about that possibility.
- Who is Giselle?
- The vampire woman that bitten me.I will tell the details to you later.Now,we have a lot of things to do!
  - But,and Angela?
- Thanks by remember me,Fang!Mona knells down,and licks the Angela´s neck.The holes heal and disappear.
- Does the same thing,to vanish with bite scar Fang!Next,Mona hold the Angela´s chin, doing the girl look to her and say:
- Listen me.When I touch your nose,you will sleep and begin a count from 1 to 50.When arrive on 50,you will wake up,thinking that stopped here to rest. No will remember that saw me or told with me.Do you understand, Angela?
  - Yes Mona. –answer the girl with a voice without any emotion,like a robot.Mona touches the Angela´s nose with the point finger.The girl closes the eyes and her head down,like she would be taking a nap.
- Follow me,Fang! Mona run go to a near cypress and with a jump,disappear among the foliage,thirty foots of the ground.

  The pet look to the tree,confused.He focus and surprized see spring up real batwings from his body a little ahead of the plastic ones.Surprized he look a little to the new wings,flap and fly,landing over the branch where Mona are.Even amazed,he ask:
- H-how could I do this,Mona?
 - Now,we have new and amazing skills,Fang!But let´s talk about that really matter. I no allowed that you drink more of the Angela´s blood by same cause that I also no dry up those snobbish girl either: kill someone here in Darkwood in something that we shouldn´t do because when we do it, I will get out of the city,and I´m not ready do it yet!" - Okay.Now,why do you bite me?
 - Because you´re my beloved pet,Fang.I have you since that you were only a tiny fur ball.I wanna you on my side forever!
  - Do you will the same thing with Charley,Lily and Reina? The sadness down over the Mona´s face like a shadow,and the pet understand that he did a big foolish.
- No,Fang.Become a vampire always was my big dream,no their dream.I will allow that them follow their own lives,and forget me with the time.Mona stop and moan:
- Act so the better way that I can imagine to show how I value our friendship…and the love that I feel by them.

  A light noise calls the attention of both. Looking to down, them see Angela stand up and walk to out of the square.
- Forget her,Fang.We have things more important to do,like begin my flock!
- Flock? Now do you will raise cows or sheeps?
With a giggle, Mona says:
- Isn´t nothing this!Is a great Giselle´s idea.Works in cities of any size, but is better in no-so-big places,like Darkwood.Vampires cannot enter in a place, without had been invited before.But after that it happens by first time, them can back how many times he or she want!
- Well,today is the Halloween night.The people open the door of their houses to any kid! I will use it to benefit myself.
  When that I find someone that please me,I will ask to go to the bathroom.There,I will use my hypnotic power obtain information about the house´s residents,doing a people´s group.Later,always that I want, we back to a night snack.Always drinking only some blood, but never to kill or send someone to the hospital.Next,we will give a time enough to the people those group recover of the blood´s loss, going to the next group.I think that eight groups, with six people in each one will the enough to satisfy our thirst by years, without call any undesirable attention!
  - Seem a good idea, but will you do to no confuse yourself?Will be a lot of people!
  - I think that I will need ask to mom to buy a diary to me.
- And how do you guess that your parents will react when then know about…"
  - No worry, Giselle taught me the perfect solution to this! Now, let´s go! - say Mona,while keep the Fang´s fake wings at bag.At last on that night,nobody would suspect that the batwings of her pet are real.Both jump of the tree and soon,are on streets,walking among the others children.
Then look like yummy! – say Fang.
- I agree.However,let´s forget them by now.Tonight,our priority is make the most amout homes possible available to us!And more,when I stop drink of someone,you must do the same thing,or will be punished!

   Five hours,many houses,necks and ankles later,Mona and Fang back to home with her bag almost blasting of candies and delicacies. Find her parents awake, waiting by her and no somebit happy with this.
- Look to the clock,Mona Parker! – Say the mom,very upset – Are almost midnight! Going to bed so late, you no will have a good sleep to go to school!Downing the head, Mona say:
- Sorry by overdue,mom.Please,allow me some apple juice to you and daddy, before all us goes sleep.
Seeing that the wife still annoyed,mister Parker says:
- C´mom my dear! Mona is sorry!
- Okay.But that it no happens again! Mona shakes the head and goes to the kitchen. Whisper to Fang:
- Watch! Next,with the teeth,cut her wrist,droping some of her own blood on the juice,mix with the point finger and hand to the parents.Had drunk vampire blood without had been bitten before, the Parkers become minions of her daughter. From this moment,they will obey all Mona´s wits and orders,without never hesitate or do any questions. The first thing that Mona wanted was to put blackest on her bed to none sunray enters under,where she and Fang will goes sleep.

  On the day after, Mona no go to school.On November 2,no either.But miss Parker goes deliver a big package of candies and delicacies to Lily Duncan and Reina Ashford,while the Mona´s dad goes visit Charley Bones,with other package of the same kind. Belinda, the Mona´s babysitter is called by Parkers and also drinks an apple´s juice with blood,becoming the third Mona´s minion.Next,to finish at once with her childish fantasy that Belinda was a robot, Mona enjoys drinking her blood, under the obliging parent´s look.
  At night of November 3,the Emergency service goes to the Parker´s home to answer a terrible accident:in accordance with the Parkers,Mona had stumbled at staircase and fell,broking her neck.On the morgue,the coroner confirms all, giving the death certificate.The tragedy affects the Saint Faith´s Elementary School.Everybody goes to the wake,marked only by solicitation of miss Parker to that the coffin´s lid would be closed before of the dawn.Some people guess that thing weird,but nobody had nerve to ask something to the Parkers.Charley insist in goes too,in a wheelchair.Lily Duncan also goes with a sirurgical mask.Beside her,Reina.The mayor Rosembaun do a moving speech that makes many people to cry.
  Of course that all had been only a Mona´s plan to out of the spotlight, before that her nightly habits and her enduring youth call attention. The "flock system" gives some work to be done,but with it,nobody in Darkwood suspect that your bellowed city now have a lolivamp among their inhabitants.Inside of the home the things changed a lot to Mona. Now, she and Fang sleep on the attick,inside a gray birch´s trunk got by mail and that have two bolts(That were put later),to Mona lock it by inside.
  The main role of the Parkers,Gotto and Belinda is supply Mona with information about any weird things that happens in Darkwood, besides buy anything that the girl want.(At last,she rules!)Mona feels that someday,need will get out of her hometown.
  The Mona´s worst fear is that a battle against Kreepsula or Robin compel her to out of Darkwood.But she don´t like think about it,sprite been doing plans.From time to time,she change e-mails with Giselle about this topic,asking for advices,suggestions,or only talk.

    One year after on the Halloween,she goes to streets by first time with new look: hair in two little curs,with pink ribbons.Mini-blouse and cape,with hood and mini-skirt, all in red.White stirrup socks with pink edges. Mini-black boots.To complete, she use red contact lenses and show her fangs all the time.To everyone that ask:
- What disguise is that?
She answer:
- Li´l Red vampire!Some formers classmates that go past to ten foots away no recognized her. This sorrow her, but Mona accepted the fact, because she know that this way, is the better for all. However, more that never, the Halloween become her favorite day. At last, is when the streets are crowed of childrens. The occasion when she and Fang can drink virginal blood until satisfy their thirst…
To me,this text havenīt mature content.However,if you think diffrent and choose classify as mature,no problem to me.
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A stream of thoughts
Bombard my soul
And I know
I've found
The one

The way we met, our past
The intense feelings we have, our present
The life we'll live together, our future
My one and only;
The girl of my dreams
The one I want to make happy
Until the world ceases to exist

Joy and Happiness entwined
Forever hung around my neck
The kiss like glittering stars on my skies
Your embrace my only peace of mind.

For ages and centuries
The dream of seeing you
The reason I held on strong

Remember that fateful day?
When I held you in my arms
Warm and soft
Like a sunlight bath
Our lips locked
And I felt alive

Feelings I've never felt before
Electricity and warmth on my veins
Oh the feeling of being with you
The feeling...
Of being in love
I know...
You are the one
Not as good as the "Days of True Love" poem I'd say
But I like it
Loving the lovey dovey feeling :)
Love my girlfriend <3

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I-am văzut ieri, pierduţi în cenuşi
Închişi în celulele limitării şi normalităţii

Şi îi văd şi azi: oameni trişti, oameni gri
Care au uitat să se bucure de a fi
Încuiaţi în televizor, între nelinişti ce dor
Stau, stau, stau si otravă ei sorb…

Stăm închişi între zidurile acestei societăţi
Mediocre, naive, reduse şi de mult pierdută
Neavând curajul de a dărâma această redută
Pe care ne-o creăm prin ignoranţă

Laşi, laşi, laşi, înrobiţi zi de zi
Morţi, morţi, morţi, dar încă vii
Pierduţi în nelinişti ce dor
Vedem clipele ce prea mor

Alergăm, alergăm, alergăm şi ne pierdem in noi
Căutăm, căutăm, căutăm soare dar găsim doar ploi
Îngheţaţi, îngheţaţi, îngheţaţi privim la nori!

Ne amintim dar nici nu zâmbim
Căci viaţa asta este mai degrabă moartă
Iar când începem într-un final sa o trăim
Este deja prea târziu.

Şi-am vrea să ştim să trăim
Să fim ceea ce vrem să fim…
Cea mai directa poezie scrisa vreodata de mine.
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NaruHina: Ordinary High School? Ch. 10

*At Hinata's house*

Hinata's cell phone rang and she saw that it was Naruto calling her.

"Hey, Naruto," Hinata said into the receiver.

"Hi Hinata, so are you busy tonight?" Naruto asked.

"Nope, what do you have in mind?"

"Just be ready at 5:00, that's when I'll pick you up, okay?"


Hinata hung up the phone.

12:00 o'clock, she thought, just great. That means I have five hours…What am I going to do all day?

Hinata cleaned her room and still had 4 hours and 45 minutes until her date. She picked out an outfit, a purple dress that had spaghetti straps and was knee-length and had a purple belt at the waste, and she still had 4 hours. Hinata took another shower and curled her hair, 3 hours. She put on her outfit, did her make-up and walked down stairs, and into the kitchen, only to be stopped by Neji.

"Woah, aren't you dolled up? Where are you going?" Neji asked.

Hinata rolled her eyes as she grabbed an apple off of the counter. She walked to the sink and washed her apple.

"Out, with Naruto. By the way, Neji-niisan, what are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd surprise you on your BIRTHDAY!" Neji said.
Hinata face-palmed.

"Is it sad that I've forgotten today was my birthday?"

"Normally, I would say yes, but today I'll just hug you."

"Why, thank you my dear cousin who clearly just insulted me even though he said he wouldn't."

"Oh, come here."

Neji and Hinata hugged. A few seconds later, they pulled apart.

"So, when is Naruto picking you up?"


"Where's he taking you?"

"He didn't tell me."

"Who didn't tell you what, sweetheart?" Hikari asked Hinata.

"Oh, hi Mom. Naruto didn't tell me where he's taking me for our date at 5:00."

"Hinata, tonight's your birthday dinner." Hikari said.

Hinata face-palmed again.

"First I forget that it's my birthday and then I forget it's my birthday dinner…" Hinata mumbled.

"What do you mean you forgot it was your birthday?" Hikari asked.

Hinata face-palmed for the third time that day and Neji burst out laughing. Hinata glared at him and Neji stopped laughing.

"I forgot today was my birthday…"

"Well, Hinata, you can go ahead and have fun on your date tonight. We'll have your birthday dinner tomorrow. You can invite Naruto and Neji can invite his girlfriend."

Hikari laughed at the blushing cousins as she walked out of the kitchen.

"I should go tell Tenten about the change in plans then…. Good luck Hinata and have fun on your 16th birthday! Remember to use protection!" Neji teased.

Hinata blushed an even deeper red and squeaked. She began to throw oranges at Neji, hitting him every time until he finally slipped out the door. Hinata took a bite out of her apple and walked back upstairs. She put on heels and looked at the clock. 2 hours. For her birthday, it could NOT have been going any slower. She got a purse ready and, deciding there was nothing else to do, watched TV. Someone rang the doorbell downstairs. Hinata looked at the clock, 5:00. She grabbed her purse and ran (in heels) down stairs.

"I got it!" she yelled.

Hinata opened the door and saw Naruto dressed in an orange button-up shirt, a black tie, black slacks and orange and black vans. He was holding red roses, Hinata's favorite flower type. Naruto stared at Hinata until she grabbed the flowers, hugged his arm, and yelled a good-bye to her mother before Naruto snapped into reality.

"Sorry, was I staring a bit?" Naruto asked.

"Only a lot," Hinata teased.

Hinata kissed Naruto and walked to the passenger's side of his orange Mustang. Naruto
opened the door and let Hinata into the car before he closed the door behind her and got into the driver's side.

"So where are we going?" Hinata asked Naruto as she put on her seatbelt.

"That's still a surprise, Birthday Girl." Naruto said as he put the car in reverse.
Naruto turned on the car radio and The Good Life by Three Days Grace was playing. Hinata sang along. Naruto pulled into the parking lot of Outback Steakhouse.

"You like steak, right?" Naruto asked as he turned the car off.

"Yes, I love steak!" Hinata responded. (I'm sorry to all of my vegetarian readers, but I had to, and I admire that you guys are vegetarian because I wouldn't survive, back to the story.)

Naruto and Hinata walked into the restaurant.

"Table for two," Naruto said to the lady at the podium.

"Follow me to your table." The lady in her twenties said.

She put their menus down across from each other and smiled.

"Thank you for coming to Outback Steakhouse, your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy
your meal!"

And with that, she walked away and Naruto and Hinata sat down. Hinata kept pestering
Naruto to tell her about what else he had planned, but he wouldn't say. Suddenly, Ino walked up to their table and smiled with her eyes closed.

"Hello. My name is Ino and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

Ino opened her eyes and her smile grew larger. Hinata stood up and hugged her, Ino hugged her back.

"Happy birthday, Hinata! Now I know why Naruto was asking me where and when I worked!" Ino said.

Hinata turned to Naruto.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Hinata accused jokingly.

"Pretty much, yeah." Naruto joked.

Hinata bent down and kissed Naruto, she sat back down on the other side of the booth.

"Aw, you two are adorable! Anyway, Hina, what do you want to drink?" Ino asked.

"Dr. Pepper, please."

"Of, course, coming up. How about you, Naruto?"

"Iced tea, please."

"On its way."

Ino walked off, wishing Hinata a happy birthday again. Ino came back with their drinks and took their orders. She brought Hinata a complimentary birthday ice cream without the humiliation of having the whole Outback Steakhouse staff sing Happy Birthday. They left Ino a 45% tip and were soon back in Naruto's bright orange Mustang. Naruto was driving at a place in town Hinata was not familiar with.

"Hinata, what time did you promise your Mom you'd be home?" Naruto asked.

"Oh, according to her, I don't have a curfew on weekends now that I'm 16." Hinata

Naruto grinned.


Naruto parked at the front of a very empty concert theatre. They got out of the car and
walked to the front door, but they were stopped by a big, burly body-guard. Naruto gave the man his tickets and back-stage passes. The man scanned them and then waved the two through.

"Naruto, I already know we're at a concert and that you have back-stage passes and front
row tickets, but who's playing?" Hinata asked.

"What do you think of Three Days Grace?"

"They're my favorite band in the world, why?"

"Because that's whose concert we're at."

Hinata hugged Naruto and kissed him. About two minutes later he pulled away from her.

"Are we gonna meet the band or are you gonna kiss me all night? Because I'm fine with either." Naruto said.

Hinata rolled her eyes and grabbed Naruto's hands.

"Lead the way to the band." She said.

"Damn, so close."

Anyway, they had a great time. The concert ended at 11:00.

"Wow, that was so fun." Hinata said. "You should probably take me home now."

Naruto placed his hand under Hinata's chin and kissed her. They pulled apart and he
looked at her seductively.

"What happened to not having a curfew on weekends?"

"I-I don't w-want m-my M-mom t-to worry about m-me so—"

Naruto cut off Hinata by kissing her again. He pulled away and took a lock of her hair in
his left hand and held it to his lips for a moment before releasing it. He caressed her face in his hands.

"Stay with me for a while longer Hinata…"

"W-well I guess I could stay for a while longer…"

They kissed again. They spent 2 hours making out in his car until Naruto thought it was safe to try taking it farther, only to get slapped extremely hard across the face. Hinata crossed her arms over her chest as she placed her seatbelt back on. She looked out the window and fumed.

"That's it! Take me home, NOW!"

"Hinata, I—"

"Everything you say now might make me want to break up with you!"

"So we're still together?"

"Well, duh! Tonight was great except for THAT you nasty pervert! Now take me home!"

Naruto did as he was told. As Hinata got out of the car Naruto stopped her.

"So, see you tomorrow?" He asked hopefully.

"Yes! Don't be late!"

Hinata walked into her house and into her room.
Chapter 10! Busy week...Enjoy!
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There was no
life in
danger, but
she pressed her
lips to his

and breathed
into him
all the
Continuing with this same minimalist style that I'm honing, but widening the subject matter. Comments, criticisms, suggestions, etc are always welcome.

Submitting this to #Live-Love-Write for their The Best Of You contest, which can be found here: [link]
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Sometimes I think my mother took thalidomide,
Except the phocomelia struck my heart and not my limbs;
My hands, left all too capable, too strong perhaps
For one without two ventricles, or even one.

But that is not to say that monsters can’t be angels,
Angels monsters. My mercy is as heaven’s: by the coin,
One transient side to each unwanted fate, for no one
Is of saccharine, through and through.
Another old 'un from last April. Based on the character of Anton Chigurh from No Country for Old Men. (Movie version, I haven't actually read the book yet. Cormac McCarthy makes me feel like I'm reading sadness syrup.)
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