Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[~Fallen Angel~]

"Brother, what have they done to you?"
"I might ask you the same thing."
"They've changed us."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know."

We were not in a prison, my brother and I. We were not in cages, nor had we been placed in a pound. It was a night like any other night- the half moon glittered peacefully down over the small town in which we lived, in which our owners let us roam freely. It was like that for all dogs- as long as you played nice, they let you play. That had always been fine by my brother and I. He was named Racer; I was Bone. I was the quiet type, and I kept my brother out of trouble. It was a night like any other night, but something had changed. We had changed. It hadn't been violent or painful. No. Just an ordinary vet visit, with some rather extraordinary results. I had never before had the ability to change my color to suit my moods or surroundings, nor had Racer the power to run faster than the wind itself. Out markings had changed, too. We had gone from an ordinary pair of mutts to something quite a bit out of the ordinary. I had gained blue stripes and circles; my brother, yellow spikes. They called us by different names now, too. He was Bolt, and I, Night Dragon. They seemed to think that we could rid them of all of their problems. But they don't understand. We're no superheroes; we're not destined to save the world. We just want everything back to the way it was before. Unfortunately, I don't think that's possible.

Nice, I like it

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

xxx (m) --- The Dean (m)

This is genius, my dear, simply genius. I don't suppose there's any more to it?

[artemis5001]

"Brother, what have they done to you?"
"I might ask you the same thing."
"They've changed us."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know."

We just want everything back to the way it was before. Unfortunately, I don't think that's possible.

Love this. It held my attention immediately ^^

[aquamarine]

L.ove is b l i n d

[TheWhiteWolf]

Beck (M) and Jade (F)

Silly me... I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the Bad Boy....

Beck X Jade? I sense a victorious fan.

Oh yes indeed. I luffles Beck <3 But I didn't notice that until just now! xD

[Keriae]

FatherXDaughter pairing. No romance.
Warning: This involved torture. Sorry guys. It isn't that bad though.

By the time Jade arrived back on deck, the ship was much closer. Now, she could see the figures, blurry as they were with the darkness of night, only easy to see when the ship crossed a patch of moonlight, moving around the deck of their own ship. Narrowing her eyes, she managed to make out the form of what seemed to be the captain. Strangely, she looked female. Well, someone she knew wouldn't be happy about that. Not happy at all. She smirked, unsheathing her sword. She was ready.

It took a good few minutes of waiting for the ship to align itself with the Pearl, but once it did, the enemy crew began firing. Over the racket, she heard Jack yell the command as pirates boarded. Within seconds, she was fighting furiously, putting her skills to use, her rapier clashing with a ringing sound that added to the music of battle. She ducked and jumped, fending off her enemy. Adrenaline was speeding through her veins as she fought, determained to stop anything happening to the crew of the ship. Unfortunately, this didn't go well once she was facing two pirates. They were about ten years older than herself, obviously well accustomed to fighting on a ship rocking in the waves. She ended up under a rope net, cursing loudly. Without a word, they began to drag her across the wood, over a plank and down into the bowels of their ship.

Jade was roughly thrown into a cage, still in the net. The floor was damp with rat pee and their droppings, and she cursed even louder. She had lost her sword, and only had a dagger and her pistol. So she sat there, wallowing in her own thoughts for what seemed like hours. And it was.

She had fallen asleep against the wall, and snapped awake when she heard yelling. Standing, she rushed over to the bars of the cage, trying to remember just what Jack had said about leverage. Half pin barrel hinges... Causiously, she grabbed the single rotten bench and placed it on the door, pushing down hard. The door sprang free with a loud clatter, and she paused, listening carefully. Good, no one had heard. Slowly, she edged away and up the steps, freeing herself from the net. But luck wasn't on her side at all. She ended up face-to-face with the captain. A women, her dark hair reminding Jade of her own, eyes unlike that of her fathers, although they were the same colour. She remembered Jack's description of her mother. No. Not good.

With a large smirk, Angelica ordered for Jade to be bound and dragged away, into the captain's cabin. She wondered why; It wasn't right for a prisoner to be the captain's cabin really, unless something bad were to happen. And that just made things worse. When they arrived, Jade let out a gasp. Her father was also bound, but to a chair. She was shoved to the side, a man's grimy hands on her face, making her watch.

Angelica pulled out a doll. It looked exactly like Jack, who opened his mouth.

"Never thought you'd still have that." He commented, his voice weak. He knew what was coming, she could tell, as much as she didn't know.

"Ah, Jack, dear... You forgot all about it? Well, it's the key to your end. You're returning to the Locker."

Jade let out a wail. No. This couldn't be happening! She'd always known that Angelica wanted to kill them, but for it to happen...

Jack gave Angelica a crooked grin, though it was forced. "I welcome it."

With that, Angelica held the voodoo doll over a burning candle, burning the top of it. Jack clenched his teeth, hiding his pain as much as he could. She could see tears in his eyes. Then Angelica proceeded to scratch deep lines along the voodoo doll's arms with a knife, thus causing scarlet blood to stain Jack's shirt. Angelica was torturing her old flame without mercy, inflicting as much pain as she could. Jade writhed and wriggled as much as she could, trying to free herself and save her father, in vain. She was kept where she was, forced to watch the life bleed out of her father. As she had wriggled, Angelica had cut open the voodoo doll's chest, and blood was staining Jack's shirt. It was horrible. Wih a loud gunshot, a bullet was fired right at him, and Jack slumped back, his head hanging. She could just see his eyes through her tears that was streaming down her cheeks, leaving clear stains.

Jack, her father, her protector, her captain... Was dead.

[artemis5001]

FatherXDaughter pairing. No romance.
Warning: This involved torture. Sorry guys. It isn't that bad though.

This is excellent. Please tell me there's more

[Herdier]

The Litte Prince and his Rose

Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.

And, after working with all this painstaking precision, she yawned and said:

"Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarranged . . ."

But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

"Oh! How beautiful you are!"

Excerpt from "The LIttle Prince" ^^.

[Mura]

~{Arm Candy}~

{Cobalt ♦ Kirin}

"It was like a dark, swirling river of pitch darkness leading into an oblivion of silver mists. It was so clear at the start, but you know when you're on a rollercoaster and your vision just messes up as you go along? It was kinda like that." she stood awkwardly, her mouth pulled into an uneasy smile; she knew what she was telling me sounded like the most unreal piece of rubbish I had ever heard. However, I was willing to listen to her - it provided me with fodder I could use to tease her with later.

Kirin would always tell me about her dreams, whether I wanted to hear about them or not. That was just how she was, and she had done it for as long as I could remember. Now was not going to be the time I stopped her. As it was, her latest garbled ficitional memory was being poured out to me in all of its strange glory as we sat waiting idly for the bus to take us into town. My heels drummed against the concrete in time to hers, which were knocking equally as loudly against the wood of the bus-stop seat. She was much too short for her feet to touch the floor, and she knew it, so she contented herself with tapping out a rhythm on the old planks. On the other hand, I splayed out like a young calf, all lanky limbs and muscles, my feet planted firmly on the drab grey below. This was something I was more than okay with, however; It is a well known fact that the fittest, most finely-toned rugby players always looked like this. I had no shortage of ego and even I couldn't hide the fact I prided myself on my appearence, no - my pity was instead directed to my friend. Being five feet and four inches tall at the mature age of sixteen meant she was subjected to all kinds of verbal abuse from those who had reached the impressive height of six feet and beyond. However, she took it on the chin; one of the many reasons I was ok with her calling herself my friend.

I did wish that sometimes her conversations were a bit more normal, though. And of course, she knew this too.
"The dream didn't really go any further than that. It just... kind of..." she trailed off, a faraway look reflected in her glassy eyes. I felt relief, for I was not a good listener and there was only so much of her psychotic dream reports I could take without slapping my face with my pale-skinned hands gently and reminding her just how out of the ordinary she was.

I think that the one main advantage of being her friend was the fact that she was undeniably beautiful. Despite her petite frame (which in many people's opinion added to the effect) her ebony-red hair was the perfect accent to her frosted eyes. They were such a pale blue that when the sun reflected from them she looked like she had two white diamonds set in her face. Her gazes were accusing, haunting, unnerving. And of course, this brought in the attention and I basked in it, effectively using her as arm candy. She was ok with it. Besides, I deserved payback from listening to all of her trash.

At that moment, the arm candy opened her mouth as if to speak again, but thought the better of it and shut it. Awkward silence quickly ensued and clogged the air around us, rendering us both unable to speak. It was times like these when I wondered why I put up with her for so many years; maybe it was the familiarity that kept us hangng onto the friendship by the roots. That, and my need for a decent-looking lady companion. Of course, I never revealed the latter of the two of my intentions, though I'm pretty sure that by now she must have realised. It was probably merely for the first reason why she still clung to me at all.

If it wasn't for the fact that I was so completely oblivious in our conversations, people could have easily mistook us to be a young, dating couple, and I am sure by now that this is a scenario we'd both like to avoid - that is probably another possible reason why she does not seem to mind my negative responses to everything she says.

[[pointless late night drabbles bluh sorry for any typos ;u;]]

[Ineedatribal]

Jessie's thoughts of Arthur:
"Oh... Him. I couldn't care less. He's all that, apparently. Why does the world need to revolve around him? I don't even know what girls see in him. Sure, he has hair smoother and shinier then a spotless tabletop. What does that make him?"

Arthur's Thoughts of Jessie:
"She's pure beautiful, but she has no faith in me."
Story? I have an idea for a story.