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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:25 am
Welcome!Hello there, and welcome to my CS Couple Thread! Here you'll find various CS pets I paired together - some have a story, most have a story concept, and all of them are loved by me =3
As you may notice, pets with stories that have been written out have a section labeled 'Responses To This Pairing'. The quotes in this section are pulled directly from the
CS Pet Pairs thread. After I've finished writing a story for one of my couples, I post it on that thread - and I then copy any and all responses that pairing gets from the readers ^___^
If anyone is uncomfortable with having their response put here, then just send me a note and I'll have it removed.
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:26 am


Caramel[♀] and Latte[♂]
They met one rainy day, in a small cafe shop off the main highway heading to no where.
Caramel was a cashier at the cafe - it was an hour drive from her home, but it paid good money, and her employer was pleasant enough. That day in particular, however, had her feeling rather down in the dumps; she had been half an hour late to work due to slippery road conditions, and she had spilled a coffee on a customer, and it had been an unusually busy day with barely a moment to rest. At the time everything occurred, however, the cafe was almost empty. It was an hour to closing time, and Caramel had just begun to humor the concept of starting to close down, when the cheerful jingling of the bells set above the door announced a customer.
From the moment she first laid eyes on him, Latte was forever embedded in her mind.
Unlike all the customers that day, who's emotions were as damp as the weather, this newcomer walked with a certain bounce in his step. There was a welcoming glow in his unusual yellow-green eyes, and a warm smile tweaking the corners of his lips; he seemed completely oblivious to the fact his chocolate brown hair was flattened to his head by the rain, and his clothes - which were rather worn as it was - were absolutely drenched.
He ordered a caramel latte; large, with extra whipped cream and chocolate curls. After receiving his order and handing her his payment, the man - no, not man; he couldn't be older then her(seventeen) - took his drink and sat himself at a table beside a window. Once seated he proceeded to gaze with an almost fondness out at the rain pouring onto the cracked cement outside, sipping at his drink with a sort of air that clearly said he was in no hurry; despite the late hour.
There was no other customers after him - and after waiting a good half-hour, Caramel finally decided it would be a good time to start cleaning up for closing. As she started to wipe the counters, the male made a cheerful comment on the weather - something along the lines of 'it's a nice night, isn't it?' to which she responded a tad huffily, 'only if you're the kind that enjoys driving blind in the pouring rain!'. He had laughed at that; and before Caramel realized it, they were having an actual full-out conversation.
Shortly before the cafe was officially closed, the male finished his drink, bid her farewell, and vanished into the dark. It wasn't until Caramel had closed up, driven the hour home, and was starting to get ready for bed that she realized how much she had enjoyed the young man's company; and almost instantly she realized with bitter regret that she had not caught his name, and that she would most likely never see him again. Chances were he had, like most customers, just dropped by for a break on a long drive.
Never before had she dreaded a day of work so much; suddenly, standing behind that register and handing out drinks seemed so much more unbearable. All she could remember was the young man who had smiled so brightly, standing in front of her with glowing eyes and dripping hair.
So when the rain started to pour, an hour before closing time, Caramel's heart skipped a beat when the door swung open with a jingle and a brown-haired young man with a welcoming smile and twinkling eyes stepped into the cafe. This time she beat him to the welcome, greeting him with an eager 'hello', and a cheerful 'you just like drinking latte's in the rain, don't you?' when he ordered the same he did the previous night.
He responded with a gentle laugh, accepting his drink and handing her money. However, instead of walking over to take a seat, he leaned against the counter, smiling at her from behind his cup. "Actually..." He murmured, seemingly ignorant of the water dripping from his hair onto his carefully piled whipped cream. "I came here to ask you're name."
Caramel didn't think twice before answering. "Caramel." She informed him; he blinked at that, eyebrows raising slowly. Then, as if in response to some unspoken joke, he let out a rumbling laugh, giving an amused shake of his head.
"Latte." ".....You already have one, si-" "No. My name."
There was a pause after that; and then Caramel grinned, finally getting the joke. Caramel. Latte. What was the man sipping right then? What a funny coincidence...
"They go well together, don't they?" Latte commented thoughtfully, that same warm smile never fading, and Caramel tilted her head in confusion.
"What does?" "Caramel and Latte."
It wasn't until the man had left, leaving behind his money and his empty cup, that Caramel realized he hadn't been referring to the drink. Whether she realized this because of her own doing or because of the paper Latte had left beneath his cup, marked with a phone number and signed by his name, was irrelevant.
Needless to say, over the years, the two learned just how well Caramel and Latte went together.
I never knew, just what it was, about this old coffee shop, I loved so much.
All of the while, I never knew; all of the while,
All of the while,
It was you.
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:27 am


Tranquility[♂] and Dizzy[♀]
From the day she was born, Dizzy just couldn't seem to get her head on straight. Everything she did ended up causing a huge mess; from baking to sweeping, there was no denying it - Dizzy was an absolute clutz. If she was changing a light bulb, she was sure to drop and shatter it. If she was making a cake, there was no doubt she'd get more flour on the floor then in the bowl, and the cake would probably come out of the oven upside down. There was no denying that her mother chose the absolute perfect name for her awkward daughter.
As Dizzy grew, she found it harder and harder was make friends - no one wanted to be around her, for fear of their own well being. Rumors were quickly spread of how she had accidentally tripped one of her friends down the stairs, or how she had single-handedly caused a car pile up by tripping over her own paws and landing in the middle of the road. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, Dizzy quickly found herself becoming an outcast. A loner. She started to become more and more withdrawn as the days past, and no attempts on her families parts did anything to cheer her up.
It got to the point where Dizzy started to outwardly seek being alone; she'd sit alone at lunch time, avoid eye contact, keep as far away from everyone as possible. She began to believe the things they said.
But that all changed, one sunless afternoon, as Dizzy sat beneath a single oak tree, lonely and bitter at heart.
"Maybe I am nothing but a complete klutz. I'm just a danger to everyone I'm around. It'd be better for everyone if I just...just tripped myself off a cliff or something!" Her exclamation was punctuated by a loud thud; and she sprang to her paws with a startled cry when the sound of something smacking against the ground pierced her ears. "Oh goodness! Now what have I done!?" Frustrated she glanced from side to side; only to realize it hadn't been her at all.
Dangling from a tree only a few feet from her was the most peculiar dog she had ever seen; gray in color, with the oddest black swirls curling around his shoulders and hips. The male was hanging upside down, one hind leg tangled hopelessly in in a curl of vines; he was groaning in pain, massaging his skull with his paws - his skull which, from the dent in the earth, had been the thing she had heard hitting the ground.
"Oh my goodness! Are you alright!?" Dizzy inquired worriedly, hurrying over to the dazed creatures side. The others ears flicked at the sound of her voice, eyes not opening; he seemed to relax, letting his paws drop so they were merely hanging above his head, just barely brushing the ground.
"Oh, yes, I'm quite alright. Just got myself a little bruised up is all." He stated cheerfully, sounding not at all like a dog who was hanging upside down and suffering from a battered head. "Forgot where the branch ended, see. Else I wouldn't have fallen. It's the weather, I swear - the wind knocks me off balance." Dizzy could only blink as he spoke, amazed by how completely placate he seemed to be despite his situation. "Well, dear lady...I don't suppose you could do me a favor? My leg appears to be quite...er...well, I'm sure you can see the situation I've gotten myself in." Here he paused for a light laugh, giving a useless tug on his leg, causing his body to sway. "Could you perhaps do me a bit of a service, and cut me lose? A good bite should do the trick - I'd do it myself but I'm afraid my spine just doesn't bend that way!"
He laughed again, and despite herself, Dizzy found herself thinking she quite liked the way he laughed. Shaking herself free of such thoughts she took a small step back, eyes filling with fear. "Oh-! Oh, I would like to help you, sir, I really would! It's just...just..well, sir, I'm very clumsy, sir. And...and if I tried to free you, sir, I'd surely just make the situation worse!"
Gray ears perked at that, and Dizzy couldn't help but wonder why, despite everything, the stranger had yet to open his eyes. Instead he gave a small wiggle of his stub of a tail, mouth curling into a good humored grin. "I'm dangling from a tree by one leg, I've knocked myself quite smartly on the head, I do believe I bit my tongue, and I'm quite hopelessly late for dinner. Unless you're into the habit of summoning fire when you bite tree branches, I hope you don't mind me saying that I highly doubt my situation could get much worse!"
All her fears and self-doubt issues aside, Dizzy couldn't help but admit the friendly stranger had a very good point. "Well, alright sir, I'll help you, but please forgive me if I do it wrong." She requested pleadingly. When the man only grinned brightly in response she slunk over, hesitating only a moment longer before rearing onto her hind paws and, bracing her front paws against the branch, she clamped her jaws down on the vines holding him. There was a mighty crunch of her teeth biting through, then a woosh and a startled yelp as the stranger hit the ground head first, tumbling into a somersault before coming to a stop with a loud thud. "Oh sir! I'm so sorry sir, are you alright!?" Dizzy exclaimed, rushing over to help him up.
The stranger only laughed, standing up and giving himself a hard shake, spraying dust and leaves in all directions. "Yes, good lady, I'm quite alright!" He announced, grinning widely at her, eyes still quite happily closed - making her puzzle over whether or not he could open them at all. "But please, do stop in this 'sir' nonsense. My name is Tranquility; and may I know the name of my savior?"
Dizzy felt her cheeks warm up at the title he gave her, tail curling coyly around her paws. "D-Dizzy, sir-I mean Tranquility! My name is Dizzy."
Again he let out a rumbling sort of chuckle, stubby tail wagging happily. "Ah, Dizzy! A beautiful name for a beautiful, helpful young lady!" Her cheeks warmed up even deeper, and just as she was about to ask how he knew she was beautiful - since he had never actually opened his eyes to look at her - Tranquility cut her off with a small sound.
"Oh! Of course!" He exclaimed delightfully, bounding past her back to the tree he had been dangling from. "I was wondering how on earth to repay you for you're kindness, and then I remembered! Yes, of course, it's perfect! I must have dropped it when I took my tumble...it should be around...here...some..Ahah!" His head shot forward into the bushes, and when he withdrew it he held a necklace tightly between his teeth; a simple black string, from which a yin-yang pendant dangled from. Dizzy blinked in surprise as the man strutted over to her, seemingly quite proud of himself. "'N 'ith thith, I do dethclare..." He paused, setting the necklace down with a huff. "Let's try that again, shall we? Ahem...With this I do declare you, Dizzy, a very kind stranger, whom I shall think of from this day forth as my best friend."
Dizzy eyes widened dramatically as he scooped up the necklace again, only to drape it over her head. "B-But sir-! Surely you don't mean that! W-Why, you d-don't know me at all! I-I'm sure once you d-did you wouldn't t-think of me as a f-friend! I-I'm nothing but a d-danger to everyone, s-since I'm the b-biggest klutz in the w-whole w-world!" She announced; and Tranquility quirked one eyebrow.
"My fair lady...I assure you, that is not true." He stated with an amused tone in his voice, then glanced at the sky - or lifted his nose in the direction of the sky, as his eyes were still closed. "Ah, but I'm afraid I must take my leave..My siblings will be wondering of my absence. Thank you very much for rescuing me; I shan't forget it. May we meet again, someday." And with that, the most bewildering dog she had ever met turned and began to leave.
"Wait! Tranquility!" Dizzy cried, leaping to her paws, eyes wide and confused. "W-Why..?" She wanted to ask why he was leaving; she didn't want him to leave...But instead she asked the second most important question. "How do you know I'm not the biggest klutz? You barely know me at all!" She exclaimed, fur hot and ears smoothed back.
Here the man paused; and he stood there for a long time, seeming lost in contemplation. Finally, after many minutes, he turned his head to smile at her - and, for the first time since they had met, he opened his eyes. Something clutched at her chest as Dizzy found herself staring into milky white eyes - pupiless, void, and clearly sightless.
"Why, my dear lady.." He chirped, once again turning away, fading from her sight. Just as he was almost completely gone, he gave one final call over his shoulder, "You can never be clumsier then a blind man!"
That was the last day Dizzy ever thought herself as clumsy; and, as fate would have it, the two did meet again; under that very same oak tree she had been sitting beneath the first time she ever laid eyes on Tranquility. It wasn't long before she to saw Tranquility as her best friend; the only one who had never judged her for anything but, as he put it, her beautiful heart.
As she was soon to learn, Tranquility was perhaps clumsier then she - especially when it came to kissing.
Responses To This Pairinghalloweendude wrote:Satamoru
REALLY nice couple! ^3^
FeatherTail wrote:Cute story! I enjoyed it.

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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:30 am


Cocoa[♂] and Vanilla[♂]
The sweet smell of things baking wafted through the air; closing his eyes Vanilla inhaled the scent deeply as he stepped through the door of the bakery. It was new - it had to be. He walked down this street everyday to get to and from school, and he certainly would have noticed the brightly colored bakery. It was a hard thing to miss, with the welcoming aroma and gentle music that drifted from it's open door, and the bright baby blue paint that adorned it's exterior.
Inside was warm and colored a pale cream, with clearly brand new tables and cushioned red chairs. A bell chimed cheerfully in greeting as the glass door slid closed behind him; the bakery was relatively empty, with only a couple customers sitting at the tables, enjoying their sugary treats.
Instantly, Vanilla felt at home; there was just something about this place that made him feel as if he had been going there his whole life. Making his way up to the counter he gazed at the array of cupcakes and cakes sitting neatly within a glass display, each decorated with a unique design that spoke of a very patient and careful designer.
"Ah, hello!" A warm voice breezed through the air, blending into the gentle notes of the music that drifted from the speakers overhead. Jumping slightly in surprise Vanilla's gaze snapped up from the glass display - sky blue clashed with forest green.
The man was about his age - 17, slightly on the tall side, surprisingly thin for a person who worked at a bakery. He had a cheerful smile that displayed two rows of straight, white teeth - again, surprising for someone of his occupation. His brown hair was spotted white with flour; he held a floury rolling pin in one hand, and a whisk dripping with fresh batter in his other. A dough splattered apron was tied loosely around his waist, and Vanilla could just barely make out the words 'Kiss' and 'Baker' spelled out on the cloth.
Seemingly oblivious to the fact Vanilla was critically examining his less then tidy appearance the man placed the rolling pin into the pouch on the front of his apron, shifting the whisk to his other hand and approaching the counter. "How may I help you this lovely afternoon?" He chirped cheerfully; Vanilla's attention quickly snapped from his attempts to read the message on the apron, staring in startled surprise at the man. What...? Oh! Oh right! He was in a bakery! He should probably order something!
"I'm here about the 'hiring' sign on the front window." Vanilla declared; then promptly felt like hitting himself. No he wasn't! He had barely even noticed the sign; he had come here to buy some cupcakes! What on earth had made him say something like that!?
Green eyes lit up. "Really?" The man asked; and his enthusiasm had Vanilla genuinely taken aback. Grinning from ear to ear the man hastily stuffed his batter covered whisk into his apron, thrusting out a equally batter covered hand out for Vanilla to take. "Great! My names Cocoa." He declared; Vanilla blinked, and the man suddenly smiled sheepishly, the aforementioned hand curling back to scratch the back of his head self-consciously. "Well, okay, it's not really. But everyone calls me Cocoa, because 'Bartholomew' is to long and hard to pronounce."
"Er...." Vanilla had no idea how to respond to something like that. The man's forward personality was severaly dis-balancing, and left him feeling very wrong-footed. After a moment of puzzled silence, and watching Cocoa get even more batter in his hair then had already been there previously, Vanilla finally realized he should probably be saying something. "Oh! Nice to meet you Bartholomew ..Er ..Cocoa?" He received an enthusiastic nod. "Uh...right. My names Vanilla." A moments pause. "It's not a nickname; that's actually the name on my birth certificate."
"Well then!" Finally removing his - now batter free - hand from the back of his neck Cocoa held it out again with a wide grin. "Nice to meet you Vanilla, and welcome to the team!"
Welcome to the what now? ....Wait. "Aren't you supposed to interview me first?" Vanilla asked in bewilderment; Cocoa just grinned wider.
"No need! With a name like Vanilla, you've got to be an amazing baker!" Cocoa declared. Vanilla blinked rapidly; while it was true he was a good baker, it was rather wrong to judge someone's talents by just a name! But before he had a chance to protest, Cocoa was already plowing on.
"Now, starting pay is...well, there is no starting pay. I mean, I decide the starting pay, so you just tell me whatever you're comfortable with and that'll be your starting pay." Wait what? Cocoa decided the starting pay!? Shouldn't that be his manager's job!? As a matter of fact, shouldn't hiring Vanilla be Cocoa's manager's job!? "We open at 9am and close at 10pm, all week, so whenever you feel like working you can just drop by." What!? "We have a book of recipe's we have to follow, but feel free to adjust them however you see fit." Vanilla felt a headache coming on. "And...well, that's about it. Any questions?"
A long silence. ".....When do I meet the manager?" Vanilla asked meekly. Cocoa blinked.
".....You met him about five minutes ago." Cocoa stated, sounding slightly startled by the question. Vanilla's eyebrows slowly furrowed. ....Wait....
"You're the manager." Vanilla stated bleakly; yes, he definitely had a headache. Cocoa responded with a wide grin and two thumbs up. Pressing a hand to his forehead Vanilla closed his eyes and considered things very, very carefully.
....His parents had been saying he should get a job. And he liked to bake, and his manager - how did that happen!? - seemed like a likeable - if eccentric - kind of guy. And hadn't he previously admitted to himself that this bakery had felt like home?
"....Just one more question." Vanilla stated, opening his eyes with an excepting smile. "When do I start?"
Responses To This PairingTammanae wrote:Oh wow... those two are gorgeous. <3
♥LunarFaith♥ wrote:Satamoru-lovely story, I hope you write more <333
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:32 am


Nevermore[♂] and Illusion[♂]
I dream of a dark-winged angel
He only ever came to me in dreams; no...
Perhaps it would be more accurate to say...
He brought me my dreams.
Ever since I was a pup, my sleep was plagued by nightmares; so horrifying were the images that haunted me, that I would wake up every night screaming and drenched in sweat. My parents always came running, terrified and devastated by the knowledge that all they could do was hold me. I was sent from councilor to councilor, but none of them could free me from the unrelenting terrors that stalked my sleeping mind.
He first appeared before me in a whirlwind of black feathers; he appeared before me, a bristling beast of jet black, who stood before me and faced the oncoming monster that had been chasing me seconds before. I could only watch, awe-struck, as he met it head on in an explosion of feathers and teeth and claws. For the first time in my life, someone appeared in my nightmares - not to harm me, but to save me.
And save me he did; the monster stood no chance against this monstrous wolf, whom met every one of the monsters lunge with a lunge of his own. It was not long before the monster had turned around and fled, tail curled between it's legs. He didn't give chase; he merely surveyed it's exit with golden eyes, then turned to survey my quivering form.
No words were exchanged - he approached me, and despite his massive form and terrifying strength, I felt no fear for the one who had saved me. I merely stood there, shocked and blinded by gratitude, as my black angel folded his wings around me.
I never had another nightmare after that; instead when I fell asleep my silent angel would be awaiting me, ready to fly me to all sorts of placed. I discovered, for the first time, what it was like to dream. There was no fear in the world he showed me; here, in this world, I was not prey - but god. Whatever I wished to have, I would have it. There was no boundaries to my dreams; together with him I soared across seas and flew to the stars.
He never spoke to me - I think, perhaps, he couldn't speak at all. But I spoke to him, and he seemed to enjoy listening, because he was always willing to lay beside me and let me talk the entire night. Sometimes, I spoke of my life - of my friends and family. Sometimes I spoke of places I wished to travel one day - and whatever place I mentioned, the next night he was sure to bring me there.
And, slowly....I began to love him. Even though I knew he wasn't real, knew he was just a creature of my own imagination, I loved him. And though he never said a word to me, I knew he loved me to. It was obvious, in the way he held me as we flew, in the way he laid so close to me our sides touched, the way he always took me where I wanted to go, and let me do thinks I always dreamed of doing. I knew he loved me.
I'll never forget....the day he left. I think, perhaps, I knew something was going to happen - he began to grow sad. I could see it in his eyes, hidden behind his smiles and gentle touches - but not hidden well enough. I never asked what was wrong; I didn't want to know. I was scared of knowing.
But nonetheless, I learned one night; the night that will forever be known as the worst, and best, night of my life.
That night he took me flying; but this time, he had no destination. He just flew with me upon his back, wings pounding the air on either side of me. I knew, right then and there, it was the end of everything - because, even upon his back, I could see the tears that trailed from his cheeks, swept away by the wind.
When we finally landed it was in a vast, empty field - a field that sent chills to my heart, which only grew colder when he turned and met my eyes. The sorrow was so obvious in those golden eyes it pierced my chest and stole my breath. I knew, though I don't know how, that he was going to leave me.
"Why?" I choked out, tears filling my eyes as they desperately searched his face for answers. He stared at me in somber silence, then turned his head to gaze at the world around us - and I watched in pained understanding as the world warped and shifted, changing from one beautiful scene to another, one world to the next.
He was no longer needed; he had come to me as an angel, to save me from the nightmares that had tormented my life. They were gone now; the nightmares. His duty was done - and thus he was to be stolen from me. The knowledge stung and tasted of bitter ash, but I knew there was nothing I could do. He was a shield in a time of peace - the war was ended. He was no longer needed.
"I'll miss you." I choked out, and he once again turned to look at me, smiling sadly. Leaning in he pressed his muzzle to my forehead, forcing a hiccup from my throat, tears now flowing freely from my eyes. I pressed closer, treasuring that final contact between us - his final goodbye. And, with a broken heart, I whispered my final request to my black-winged angel. "May I know you're name?"
I felt his lips curl into a smile against my forehead; and something inside me broke when he whispered the first, and final word he ever spoke to me. "Nevermore."
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Illusion woke with a start; heart pounding and eyes stinging his head shot up from his pillow, gazing through blurred vision around the darkness of his room. Swallowing hard he slowly reached up, pressing a single paw to his forehead; the fur there was warmed, as if by invisible breath. Throat on fire he released a small, choked whimper, tears trickling down his cheek.
Then he felt it - something soft and gentle, rubbing against the pad of his other paw. Jerking his head to the side, he slowly lifted the paw; and stared, in shocked wonder, at the single blackened feather laying on his pillow. Something caught fire in his chest - whether pain or joy, he couldn't tell. With shaking paws he lifted the feather, and carefully threaded it to the band around his arm
Then, closing his eyes with a mournful smile, he lowered his head to the pillow.
"I love you...goodbye."
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore'
Responses To This PairingiBrevity wrote:What an amazing story. 8D I very much liked it, although it was sad. D8
It was refreshing to see the black storedog painted as the good guy. c:
BC. wrote:... Wow. That was breathtaking. I don't even know what to say...
starstream☮♥㋖ wrote:That was the most beautiful and depressing thing ever...the way you made him a saviour, and tied in the feather with the dog's design.
Gosh....I'm speechless....
halloweendude wrote:Beautiful couple AND story. ^^
Sweeney&Padfoot wrote:*bows down to you*
Selcouth wrote:@Satamoru: That was fantastic. And very sad, as well. D: But I think it's the sadness that made it so beautiful.
All in all, wonderful job!
And very well written.
*Madame Lotus* wrote:Your story made me cry <3 Two thumbs up and a cookie for you.
(I named my Raven dog Nevermore too, great minds think alike :3)
♥LunarFaith♥ wrote:Satamoru, that was just beautiful <333 I wasn't expecting the ending at all! 8D it was just amazing, I hope to see more of your writing soon <3
Rainpelt wrote:That was breathtakingly beautiful, i absolutely loved it.
Scoobs wrote:Beautiful pairing, even more beautiful story~<3
HaloFire wrote:Yah, it was a very beautiful story

Kohaku wrote:I know this has been said a hundred times, but holy WOW that was amazing. I just read it now, really really exceptional job.
~ Daydreamer ~ wrote:Agreed. ^^
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:33 am


Patches[f] and Bolts[m]
We were both the same;
Old and used, we were forgotten,
Sitting alone on a shelf.
Wanted and loved by no one;
Except by each other.
Bolts was manufactured as a line of robotic toy animals, designed to let kids have their own pet, without having to worry about all the responsibility of a live one. As he was programmed to be, Bolts was the most loving, loyal robot dog any child could ever want; and his child was Jason. Bolts was given to Jason as a Christmas present, in hopes that the boy would stop begging for a dog.
And it worked. Jason absolutely adored his 'dog' - and his 'dog' absolutely adored him. They had the perfect, master-pet relationship. They would play fetch and Frisbee, and Bolts would perform whatever complicated trick his boy could think up. Without the need to scold his dog for being bad - since Bolts was modeled after the perfect dog, and thus never made messes on the carpet or chewed on shoes - Jason never felt anything but the purest love for his best friend.
But, in the end, Bolts was still just that. A model. A robot. But most importantly, a toy. And like all toys, eventually he was grown out of. Jacob reached high-school - and suddenly he was all about sports. Sports, and girls, and staying out late with his friend. And though Bolts always waited, and always came running when Jacob got home - no matter how late - it was quite clear that Jacob was just to old for a fake dog anymore.
The day Bolts was put inside that cardboard box, tossed carelessly among various other unwanted toys, was the day his robotic heart broke.
Bolts was brought to a store that specialized in selling old toys - an antique shop. Though Bolts didn't know it, his particular brand of robot pet had been retired barely a year after he had been given to Jacob; so he was actually a rather valuable accessory. But even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared - no one else mattered to him anymore. All he wanted was to be with his boy again; but as he was put on that shelf, among countless other old, unwanted toys, he knew he'd never see him again.
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"Hey. Are you alright?"
Eye shutters cracking open, Bolts ears' gave a small flick at the question. Who had asked that? A moments consideration, and he gave a small sigh - didn't matter. Whoever it was certainly wasn't talking to him; who would want to talk to him? He was just a dog; a dog who had lost his master. Certainly no one would want to talk to him.
"Excuse me?" The voice spoke again; Bolts' ears gave another twitch. There was something about that voice - it was soft and gentle, reminding him much of a warm summers breeze. He suddenly found himself wishing that the person was talking to him - even though he knew she wasn't. "Hello? Oh dear... are your batteries dead? That's to bad." A paw was suddenly resting against his foreleg.
Releasing a startled beep Bolts' head jerked up - earning a surprised cry from the person addressing him. "Oh! Your batteries aren't dead at all!" The voice exclaimed, releasing a cheery laugh. Blinking his eye shutters slowly, Bolts turned his head to look at the person speaking to him.
And found himself awe-struck. Sitting there on the shelf beside him was the most beautiful stuffed wolf he had ever seen. She was clearly an old toy; she had several patches of fabric sewn to her peachy fur, and there were stitches practically littering her body. But it wasn't that he paid attention to; not her worn fabric, nor the small bits of stuffing that stuck out from small tears. No, he stared at her eyes - they were the same color as her fur, but made of glimmering marble. And they shone with love and warmth that caused his circuits to spark and heat up.
"Uhm..I-I'm sorry, I...er..." Bolts stammered; at a complete loss on what to say. The rag-wolf merely laughed, giving a gentle shake of her head and smiling warmly at him.
"It's quite alright. You're new here, right? My names Patches - it's very nice to meet you." She stated with a small giggle; if Bolts wasn't made of metal, he knew he'd be blushing right now. Instead he coughed awkwardly, then forced his metal lips into a weak smile.
"It's...it's nice to meet you Patches. My name's Bolts."
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Patches had once belonged to a girl named 'Sally' - she described her to Bolts as the sweetest, most caring little girl in the whole wide world. During the story Bolts could hear a sad longing in the rag-wolf's voice; and he felt nothing but sympathetic understanding, reflecting on the painful stab he felt whenever he thought of Jacob. But it was the end of Patches story that drove something deep into his metal heart.
"She died." Patches whispered, sorrow filling her marble eyes. "She was barely eleven years old. We were out playing one day, and she was carrying me as she ran across the street..." Her voice caught, and she glanced away with a shaky breath that stung at Bolts chest. "...She didn't see the car coming. She was rushed away to the hospital. I.....Her parents were so scared. They forgot about me. I don't blame them. Sally...!"
"It's alright." Bolts whispered, thrusting his cold nose forward to press against the side of her neck. "You don't have to say it." He added in a gentle murmur; and Patches fell silent, stuffed body quivering with dry sobs. Bolts curled himself around her frame, drawing her closer to him.
That was the night he realized he loved her. That was the night she whispered she felt the same.
That was the night he held her for the last time.
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He knew what was coming the second he heard that little boys voice.
"Look mommy! Look, it's a robot dog! Can I get it mommy, please, please?"
Head shooting up from where it had been resting on Patches' neck, Bolts felt his circuits spark with alarm. Robot dog? They couldn't be referring to him; no, it had to be some other robot dog! Definitely! Because he was with Patches, and no one would take him away from her! He wouldn't let them!
"Bolts, what's going on?" Her sleepy voice snapped his mind into focus; he glanced down at the rag-wolf, who was blinking up at him with tired, marble eyes. Bolts didn't get a chance to respond; Patches had spotted the boy, who was trying to drag his hesitant looking mother over to them. She blinked. "....Is that...? Does he...?"
"Don't worry!" Bolts interrupted, curling around her tightly, burying his face in her dusty fabric. "I'm not going to let him. I won't leave you - I promise Patches. I-"
"I'm glad." Patches interrupted; closing her eyes she smiled sadly, before opening them to gaze fondly at Bolts. "I love you, Bolts." She whispered, pressing his nose to the cold metal of his shoulder. "But you deserve this. I don't want you to waste your life on these shelves like I have, Bolts. You have a chance to make someone very happy." Bolts wanted to protest, but she didn't give him the chance. "I'll be waiting, Bolts. I have a feeling I'll be on these shelves for a long time. Someday, I know, you'll return to me."
Bolts couldn't find the words to respond; he simply stared at her with wide, pain-filled eyes. "But Patches...." He choked out; she just smiled and leaned forward, pressing her worn nose to his own shiny one.
"Make him happy, Bolts. Be the great dog I know you are; and return to me when you've done your duty." She murmured, then pulled away and fell limp against the shelf, looking like nothing more then a ragged, stuffed toy. But he knew what she was; she was a loving, sweet woman. She was the love of his life, and the one who had given him something to live for when he thought he had nothing left. And as the arms of his new master lifted him from the shelf, he knew he would keep living for her. He would be the greatest robot dog his new boy would ever have - and he would not dread the end. Because, unlike before, he knew he had someone waiting him on the other side.
I will Patches; I'll be his best friend. And then, when he has new best friend, I promise, I'll return to you. I love you.
Goodbye
Responses To This Pairing~ Daydreamer ~ wrote:]: Stop making me cry! Such a beautiful story, it reminded me of Toy Story 3....
kekerica1 wrote:Such a lovely story, I love sad stories. This one made me cry, I hope Bolts does return to Patches one day.

♥LunarFaith♥ wrote:Oh my dear <333 That was beautiful!!! I wish you'd continue it <3
Kohaku wrote:It is completely unfair how good you are at this. Kohaku wants a happy story. 3:
(but really, these are great! <3)
Scoobs wrote:<333 That's amazing.
Toadfoal wrote:That made me want to watch Toy Story 3. *can resist no longer*
Quill wrote:Aww...this is so sweet and sad... ;__; I love it.
dinkleberry111 wrote:Merp. Your story is just too good! Sad though. :c
ink_dot wrote:Wow, that's a beautiful story Satamoru, you made me cry. Please, for the love of everything good, write an epilogue to this beautiful story, you're amazing <3
*Madame Lotus* wrote:You, my friend, have talent. You made me cry again.
Rosalind wrote:Aww, so beautiful!

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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:36 am



Imagination[♂] & Reality[♂] & Surrealism[♂]
Can I let the trees do the talking?
Can I let the ground do the walking?
Can I let the sky fill what's missing, yeah?
Can I let my mouth do the listening?
"The Listening" - Lights
It's snowing tonight.
The pane of my window is cold against my elbows as I lean out into the cold, brisk breeze, watching in silent contemplation as countless snowflakes drift downwards to join the others of their kind already gathered on the lawn. It's unusually chilly tonight - even in the middle of winter is rarely gets this cold in my hometown, and I know I shouldn't have my window open. My father would have conniption fit if he saw me, but luckily he's downstairs entertaining some guest, and I doubt he'll be coming up to check on me tonight.
I hear them before I see them; the sound of delicate wings slicing through the otherwise silent night always precedes them, and gives me time to prepare myself.
And yet I'm never quite prepared.
Imagination usually appears first - his bright, swirling pink aura shines through the night, reflecting off the white canvass covering my lawn. Not quite as graceful as his companion, and quite a bit sillier, tonight Imagination introduces himself by plowing face first into the snow and tumbling head over heels with a delighted sort of cry that ends in a grunt when he rolls right into the outside wall of my house. I flinch in sympathetic pain as he flops backwards onto the snow and lays there looking dazed.
Never far behind his other, Surrealism's pale green glow cuts a clear path for him to take, and he lands with much more dignity then Imagination; barely even stirring the white powder hiding my grass. He leans down to examine Imagination's face, deems him in perfectly insane health, and lifts his head to meet my eyes.
"Good evening, Reality. I do hope we're not intruding."
I grin; Surrealism and Imagination, intrude on Reality? Unheard of.
"Not at all. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I inquire, knowing before he responds what the answer will be. It very rarely changes, no matter how many nights they come to grace me with their presence.
"Imagination decided you could use some...'brightening up'." Surrealism explains a tad bracingly, as the subject at hand suddenly seems to remember he, to, is capable of standing, and precedes to do so with vigor. Giving himself a violent shake to remove the snow now clinging to his form Imagination combs his hair back with unnecessary enthusiasm, grinning roughishly up at my amused face.
"And I was right, wasn't I?" He inquires proudly, glancing at his companion with a superior sort of art, resting his hands haughtily on his hips. "I mean, look at you, Reality. Standing there, doing nothing, being all...normal and stuff."
No one could ever say Imagination was an eloquent speaker; he certainly never claimed as such. But he was good at getting his point across, and despite Surrealism's bemused expression and roll of the eyes, I know he agreed. Heaving a long, suffering sigh, I glanced once at my bedroom door.
"Father will kill me if he catches me running around at this time in this weather. ...Especially with you two..." Father didn't like Imagination or Surrealism; he felt they were too...unrealistic.
I grinned.
"Just let me grab my jacket."Responses To This PairingSelcouth wrote:@Satamoru: owo~
That was... Fantastic! Better than fantastic, really, but I'm not thinking too eloquently at the moment on the account of cold medicine. <3 But you get what I mean.
It was very, very image provoking, and I adore the idea. You captured the character of each concept wonderfully, especially Imagination, and you could really feel who was who. They're quite distinct- as they should be, I suppose.
In short, it was wonderful. :3
Aeli wrote:I love that song!! LOL I was just listning to it on my iPod.
Anyway's, lovley story! I hope you write more :3
Solfeggio wrote:Oh I see what u did thar o3o
Otherwise, what an ingenious thing to do! The names, the personalities, the thought behind it is ingenious

Ekio wrote:Moru: That was just too much fun to read. ^_^ I love them all for their separate identities. Wonderful!
iPawki wrote:o3o I agree. Lovely pair, and their names fit perfectly too, while the story is also amazing~<3
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:36 am


Nonsense [♂] && Insanity [♂]
"You're insane."
"Nonsense."
"Yes?"
"No, I mean...Wait..."Responses To This PairingAiryn wrote:This made me giggle. Lovely pair, by the way.
Sunshine1515 wrote:XD That's so cute, it made me laugh.
~*toxic*~ wrote:Adorable
iPawki wrote:Agreed <3 Nice usage of words there, another ingenious butterfly-wolf pair o3o
Susi wrote:This is awesome. xD
• l o r r e l i • wrote:That was clever .3.
I adore this pairing <3
=>starstream<= wrote:This has got to be the best thing ever.
wesleydog wrote:The hidden Spider webs on the Purple Butterfly Wolf definitely make it perfect. ^^ You're making the greatest couple yet. x33
SkySmoke wrote:O.o that was the first pair I thought of when I saw the new butter wolves too

Nice dialogue too, it made me smile

iPawki wrote:Yes, you're one of the best, Sata. <33
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:39 am


Captain TicTac [♂] and Check [♂]
Story ConceptTicTac was the owner of a Tavern; he had lived a normal life for twenty three years, the only problems he'd ever had stemming from people having a bit more ale then their minds could handle. Imagine his surprise when he went to fetch some more ale from the storage room and discovered Check un-stealthily taking refuge inside a barrel.
For some unknown reason, TicTac didn't turn Check over to the guards, despite the fact the joker was a well-known wanted criminal. Instead he offered the man free room and board - it wasn't long before Check's charming nature had drawn TicTac into a heated romance. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't just a 'beneficial' relationship - both TicTac and Check found themselves quickly falling head over heels in love for the other.
Unfortunately, the relationship came to a bitter end when the Royal Guards discovered TicTac had been aiding the criminal; and had him arrested. They didn't realize until it was to late that perhaps arresting the lover of an infamous criminal(whom specialized in executing elaborate escape plans) before arresting said infamous criminal was a really stupid idea.
No one ever did find out how Check managed to break into the castle, sneak into the dungeons, get past twelve guards, unlock the cell, and sneak TicTac out of the castle. What's more, is somehow Check managed to smuggle TicTac aboard a ship. The two said their final goodbyes, exchanged one last bitter kiss - and that was the last TicTac ever saw of his law-breaking lover.
TicTac later discovered that the ship Check had snuck him onto was a pirate ship; and, upon doing so, he wasted no time overthrowing the captain with the skills the joker had taught him. Now Captain TicTac sails the world as a ruthless pirate - and, though he still thinks wishfully of his long-ago lover, he has accepted his new life and is content.
Check, meanwhile, still thinks fondly of TicTac, but has since moved on, and is focusing all his attentions on winning over the Prince.
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by Neku » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:40 am


Biscuit[♂] and Malk[♂]
Story ConceptBiscuit's a bakery worker, who dreams of one day opening a bakery of his own. Malk is the good-natured heir of a millionaire, who's all to happy to help him in his goals.
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