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[Sonmi-451]

Pet's name: Art (f) and Pet's name: Elm (m)

I don't even look up as I hear the popular girls call my name and jeer. "Art, Art, where did you get your hair done? My grandma would like to know!"
Shaking my head, I try to ignore their teasing but find the thought of retaliating too tempting. "Well it's not like you'll ever be able to find it since I have no idea how you even find your locker every day." After all, Cindy barely seems competent enough to walk without tripping every step, so I would think that if she has barely enough mental capacity to walk, then it would far exceed her intelligence to find her locker.
"Oh you're so funny Art. How about you tell your jokes to Wesley Pickles? He's the only boy you'll ever get anyways!" With a final cackle and finger-point, Cindy and her gang of demon cheerleaders walk off, still chortling among themselves about how much wit they think they have. Still, that last comment stings for some reason, and a lump builds in my throat as I realize that Cindy and her mob may be right about the boy thing. Snatching my papers off the floor where I had been sitting, I turn to grab my binder and feel my head hit something very hard. Crying out loud in surprise, I back up to find myself staring into the gorgeous face of Elm.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Elm apologizes, taking the girl’s folder that he knocked out of her hands and giving it to her.
“It’s no problem.” There is visible fear in her eyes as she backs away from and trips over another file behind her. Diving spectacularly, as he has done many times for football, Elm saves her from hitting the tile floor and finds himself gazing down upon her slight frame in his arms.
“You took quite a spill there,” he murmurs, his eyes capturing every detail of her face and marveling at her beauty and terror. She is literally shaking, almost enough to make him drop her, and so Elm wonders, “Why is she so frightened?”
“Yeah, thanks for catching me.” She looks positively mortified as she meets Elm’s gaze and begins to quake even more violently but still he doesn’t put her down. He is too captivated by her natural radiance, unaltered by makeup or fancy hairstyles, and finds her fear almost attractive. Coming to his senses, Elm sets her down and hands her the stack of papers that caused her near-wipeout. “Well, I guess I’ll be going then.”
However, before she can flee, Elm grabs her hand and smiles when she whips around, surprised. “As I did save you from falling, may I ask something of you?” Giving her his best charming grin, Elm hopes his beam will work magic, like it has on many other girls, and even the unbreakable, panicked mystery girl begins to melt beneath his smirk.
“Which is?” Her terror is beginning to subside and is replaced by an inherent intelligence and wit, along with a few drops of shaky confidence.
“Your name.” On a wild hair, Elm pulls her close to his chest and stares deep into her purple eyes, their amethyst depths holding many tantalizing secrets right beneath the surface.
After a second of hesitation, she replies shyly, “Art. Short for Artemeisa.” Her mysterious name fits her stunning face perfectly in Elm’s mind.
“Well I’m pleased to meet you, Art.” Elm gives her one last smile and lets her go, the places where her torso touched his tingling, and she shuffles off, nearly sprinting away from him.

Oh. My. God. I literally ran into and got held by Elm Jones, the most popular kid in school and my now-not-so-secret crush, considering I was violently shaking and nearly caused him to drop me. Oh well; I suppose I have joined the rest of the girls in the school with my public admiration of Elm, although most of his other followers probably aren't as lucky as to have been saved and then held for a prolonged period of time by him. However, Elm seemed to want to hold me; is he possibly attracted to me just like I am to him? No, that would be absurd; Elm has almost every girl he knows ready to do his bidding, so why would he find a loser like me pretty? Still, the look in his eyes as his gaze met mine... Perhaps love can be found in the strangest of places with the oddest couples. But a couple as weird as the loser smart girl and the popular sports star... It happens all the time in the movies, and hopefully that can carry over into my life and give me that fairytale ending like the pretty girls in the films always get. But one thing that I have learned - from Cindy and her teasing, actually - is that fantasies never become reality, as I have dreamed about Cindy and her gang leaving me alone, even liking me and letting me become one of them. But that fiction is as far away from happening as when they first started taunting me, so even time cannot bring around delusions, and I fear that Elm and I are just like Cindy and I: never will our relationship change.

Elm cannot shake the memory of Art and her beauty from his mind as he goes throughout the rest of the day. Her amethyst eyes, far more perfect than any gem, haunt him with thoughts of their mysterious owner. Her terror is still a puzzle to him; he has never seen such fear before and the fact that he was most definitely the cause concerns him. Running a hand through his hair, Elm mentally tells himself to just forget Art; she clearly isn't interested if she nearly shook her way out of his arms. But he can't; she is too... enigmatic, radiant, intelligent, basically unforgettable, and Elm knows he has fallen head over heels in love with a girl whose name is the only thing he knows about her.

Elm walks home, his head in the clouds and filled with thoughts of Art, when suddenly he runs into somebody. The collision jerks him from his daydream about dating Art and he looks down to find none other than Art herself with her armfuls of books and papers spilled all over the sidewalk.
"Boy, two times in a day, we're on a roll aren't we?" Elm jokes quietly as he bends to help gather her dropped files. Much to his dismay, however, she begins to quake again and refuses to meet his eye.
"Yeah." Her voice is so shaky and quiet it's barely understandable. Her quivering hands do more harm than good as she isn't able to hold onto anything she picks up so it just falls right back down to the ground. Realizing they won't get anywhere if that pattern continues, Elm gently takes the folders from Art and picks up the rest of the papers on the ground.
"Let me carry these home for you," he tells her, and she just nods stiffly, looking even more horrified by the minute.
For ten minutes they walk in silence, with every once in a while Elm looking over at Art curiously, attempting to determine why she is so afraid of him. However, her face is a mask of stony fear; it reveals nothing but doesn't deter him from trying.
As they reach her front door, Elm turns to face her and hands her the stack of papers and books that must weigh at least 30 pounds.
"Thank you for carrying my books." The words are robotic, insincere; just a phrase to tell him that it is time to leave and that she doesn't want him around.
"You're quite welcome." Elm gives her a beaming grin, his eyes filled with her beauty and his arms itching to wrap themselves around her waist. Just as she starts to shut the front door, Elm summons up his courage and calls, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

For a few seconds I just stand dumbfounded by the question. What do I say? Do I tell him the truth? "Um, well, um..." Generally I am very eloquent but Elm has my tongue tied in a knot with his incredibly handsome face and kindness. "Well, Elm..." I pause, debating over what to say. The truth would take so much off of my chest... "Elm, I really like you. Like, really like you. And I'm not afraid of you, I'm just afraid of making myself look like an idiot in front of you."
"Really?" His grin is so white I think I may be blinded. "Because, Art, even though I barely know you, I would like, no, love, for you to be my girlfriend." After a few moments of gazing upon me, Elm asks, "So what do you say? Would you?"
I think I must look like a fish out of water with my gaping jaw. After a few incredibly long seconds, I finally come to my senses enough to answer. "Yes."
Before I can do anything, Elm sweeps me off my feet and kisses me lightly, my arms around the back of his neck. Apparently happy endings aren't just a movie thing...


Emma(F) and MoeMoe(M)

I don’t wanna be the one to say goodbye, but I will, I will, I will

"So this is it." Tears fill my eyes and carve paths down my cheeks as I realize this may be the last time I ever get to see MoeMoe again.
"Yep." Sniffling and blinking hard, MoeMoe raises a hand to my face and wipes my tears away, ignoring the ones running down his face. “Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I’ll always love you Emma, and I’ll never forget you.”

I don’t wanna sit on the pavement while you fly, but I will, I will, oh yes I will

“And I promise, someday I’ll be coming back. I promise.” Wrapping me in hug, MoeMoe holds me against his chest, the pain we both feel too great for words. Gently MoeMoe kisses me on the neck and then meets my gaze with his incredible amber eyes. “I promise.”

‘Cause maybe in the future you’re gonna come back

My phone buzzes and a desperate sense of hope that it’s a text from MoeMoe fills me. I haven’t talked to him since he moved nearly two months ago, and every day this drought of communication continues, the ache in my chest grows. And no, the text isn't from MoeMoe. It's from Jacob Burgett, asking me to go to a movie with him.
"Yeah... no," I mutter to myself as I text him back, "No thanks," as he has an earned reputation for a very big player. I won't let my heart get broken like so many other girls have; MoeMoe leaving has already done that. I wonder if MoeMoe even remembers me; after all, he hasn't texted me or called me or emailed me, so what if there's some girl at his new school that he's fallen in love with? Have I just been shoved aside and forgotten in the wake of another girl's pretty face? MoeMoe wouldn't do that to me, would he? The MoeMoe I know, or maybe knew, wouldn't, but I'm here and she's there and he's there with her, and we never were officially 'dating' so MoeMoe has every reason to forget me and go with her. And as I much as I would like to believe that he wouldn't do that, that that's not what happened, I fear that is exactly what happened.
On a change of heart, perhaps spurred by revenge against MoeMoe for something that might not have even happened, I text Jacob back saying, "Actually, I'd love to go to a movie with you." After all, MoeMoe is there with her and I'm here with Jacob, so maybe I should just forget MoeMoe and move on.

The only way to really know is to really let it go

"That was a great movie, thanks for taking me Jacob," I tell him as we step out of the theater, my body filled with the kind of energy that is caused by a large Icee and sitting for two hours. Despite his promiscuity, Jacob is rather nice, not extremely loud, which is a very good thing considering most of the other boys have a problem shutting their mouths for five seconds, and handsome, with perfectly straight teeth and a nice upper body.
"Oh no prob, I'm glad you liked it." He gives me a nice smile that I return even as a sense of panic floods me as he wraps his arms around my waist. No boy has ever done that before... except for MoeMoe. Pushing a strand of hair away from my face, Jacob pulls my body close to his and asks me, "Emma, will you be my girlfriend?"
I pause for a few seconds that seem like eternity. Did Jacob really just ask me to be his girlfriend? No guy except for MoeMoe had ever shown interest in me before, and Jacob Burgett, known for going after the prettiest, most popular girls, is one of the last ones I thought would want to date me. My whole world really is getting turned upside down.
"Um, I don't know Jacob. I never been in a real relationship before, and I don't know if I want to start one tonight." That is the pure and honest truth; I don't know if I'm ready for a real boyfriend. The pain of losing MoeMoe is also still too fresh and my heart still bleeds for him, and, even though he probably has a girlfriend wherever he is, it still would feel like betraying him. Going to a movie with another boy is completely different than dating that boy, and, for some reason, I feel obligated to be faithful the memory of MoeMoe.
"Actually, Jacob, I don't think I can." Working my way out of his arms, I stare up at his disappointed face.
"Um, ok. I guess I'll talk to you later then Emma. Thanks for going to the movie with me." His words are as insincere and pain-filled as the forced smile he gives me as he walks off towards his car.
Suddenly I feel really bad for being the cause of his sadness, and an urge to yell out to him is not so easily repressed. Why do boys have to bring so much drama with them?
"I'm sorry Jacob," I whisper to myself after he is gone.

As I walk the few blocks back to my house, the cool summer breeze plays with my hair and I relish in its innocence. A smile creeps across my face at all of the memories of MoeMoe pulling my hair to get my attention when we were little. My happiness at what we had turns into anguish at the fact that he is gone, and, for the second time tonight, my heart feels like it's being ripped apart because of a boy. Now my mind jumps to the inevitable: what to do about Jacob and MoeMoe. Jacob is really nice and cute and he's here with me and MoeMoe's not here; he's somewhere and probably with another girl, so why can't I be with another guy? After all, MoeMoe and I never were really dating, so it's not like I'd be cheating on him or anything. But I can't bring myself to go out with somebody else; for some reason a part of me feels that doing so would be disgracing his memory and the memories of what we had. Pulling my gaze up from my feet and the sidewalk, I find a pair of headlights way too close to comfort followed by a car about to hit me. Even as I try to jump aside, I feel the excruciatingly painful impact upon my slight frame and close my eyes as all goes black.

"How's she doing?"
"Her vitals are stable but she's losing a lot of blood."
"We need to get her into surgery right away!"
"Yes, doctor!"
The voices around me are unearthly, fading in and out. I have no idea where I am or what happened, but even my partially unconscious mind can recognize that I am probably the 'she' in the people's conversation. As I open my eyes partway, I see lots and lots of white, more than I had ever seen before, with lights that blur together with my movement spaced about ten feet apart on the pale ceiling.
"Where am I?" I mutter, and am I vaguely aware of a piercing pain that happens when I move my lips.
"She's awake," someone, a female by her voice, murmurs and I find a very pretty woman with black hair and greenish-blue eyes that seemed to change back and forth between green and blue every second. "I need you to try to not talk, ok?"
It takes me a few seconds to reply because I am fascinated and drawn into her color-changing irises. Attempting to speak but then realizing she just told me not to, I nod my head in understanding, and she looks pleased.
Walking besides my stretcher, as I know I'm not moving myself but that I'm moving, she tells me quietly, "And you're in the hospital Emma. You were hit by a drunk driver."

Sitting up on my bed with a cup of red Jello in my hand and the TV set to the evening news, I find that my accident is the breaking news even though it happened almost a day ago.
Someone knocks on my door and I call, "Come in!", expecting the visitors to be my parents.
The door swings open and the Jello falls out of my hand in my shock at who the visitor is. "MoeMoe," I breathe.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't able to text you all those times that you texted me; I got my phone taken away for two months so..." He gives his roguishly handsome smile and my heart starts to melt. "I'm sorry that you got in a little accident."
His use of the adjective 'little' brings a smile to my face and I tell him, "No problem. All that matters is that you're here with me now." In the few minutes we have been talking, I have forgiven MoeMoe of every day that he was away and every text I sent that he didn't reply to and every phone call I made that he didn't pick up.
My heart starts to race as he begins to come closer and closer. "I love you Emma, and don't you ever forget that," he whispers with his face a few inches from mine, then bends in for a kiss.

Cause maybe in the future you're gonna come back

(Everything in italics is taken out of the song Maybe by Ingrid Michaelson.)

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[Sonmi-451]

Eternal Light (F) and Master of Darkness (M)

My brother and I, we have quite an... interesting relationship, far unlike any mortal dysfunctional relationship. There is no love between; there never has been any since the day we came into existence with the universe as we know it. As we exist to contradict each other, our meetings are few and occasionally violent, with his temper and rage getting the best of him and causing his civility to fade away as quickly as it comes. As we represent the two most powerful - and opposite - forces in the universe, I find it... ironic that we were born as siblings, actually twins. For at one time we were both eternally good and light and just, but my brother succumbed to the temptations of darkness, and the painful memories and sad tale are the only things I have left of the real him, of the good him, and I cling to them like a sailor onto his sinking boat.

"Where have you been, brother?" I inquired upon his arriving home late for the fourth night in a row.
"None of your business," he snapped back, his temper flaring like it always did those days.
Even if just a simple, benign question was thrown his way, he returned it with anger, menace and malice. Something had... changed about him, for he had never said or done a mean or nasty thing before in his life, and here he was, snarling and growling with a most foul disposition. Unfortunately, I didn't know back then that his grouchiness was a cause for concern; I just thought something had gone wrong with the moon spirit he was courting or something small, harmless. My lack of knowledge caused me to lose my brother, and now that he is gone there is no getting him back.

His unknown transgression into darkness and rage continued for a few weeks, his mood and temper becoming worse with every day that he arrived late. I didn't know what was happening to my brother; all I knew was that his metamorphosis was for the worse. I soon began to fear for my safety as well as his mental stability, for he became nastier and nastier as the days went by, and seemed on the brink of violence. Every night I would sit alone, watching the front door and hoping and praying that he would come back on time and as the brother I knew him to be, but every time my prayers failed. He drifted farther and farther away, and, near the end of his fall into evil, a part of me knew that he had gone over the event horizon and was never going back.

My plan to follow him to where he went every night perhaps wasn't the most thought-through, but it was my brother at stake; I didn't have time to think it through. On silent feet I stalked him, being excruciatingly careful not to disrupt anything when I walked or make even the slightest noise. On one occasion when a leaf crumpled underneath my paw I thought I was dead for sure but he just kept on walking, and so I did as well. I paused as he placed his paw against a spot in a rock wall and the wall opened. I gasped quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me, and as he glanced around for the source of the noise I was glad I had chosen a bush to hide behind. When he had finally determined that the area was safe, he strode quickly into the cave and left me bolting to avoid being shut out by the wall moving back into its original place and losing the purpose of the whole trip.

As I slid inside and just barely avoided being crushed by the rock, I immediately noticed something was... wrong about the cave. Its scent wasn't right, its darkness was too dark and the impression it gave off was one of pure malice. The evil in the air was palpable and set my skin crawling and my courage waning. What in the world was my brother doing in a place like that? I really didn't want to be there either, but since I was in the cave and had no idea how to open the rock wall again, I was stuck there in that pit of evil with a brother that might literally kill me.

"The transformation is almost complete," I heard a creature that was not my brother his. This voice was so full of deceit and spite that I didn't know how my brother could stand it; the only reason I could was because I wasn't as close to it as he was.
"Good. Soon I shall be the Master of Darkness!" My brother's evil laugh, low, menacing voice and words nearly caused me to cry out loud.
"Master of Darkness?!" I thought to myself frantically. What had happened to him?

I held my breath like my life depended on it - which it did - and clung to the black cave wall as my brother passed by me to leave. He was unrecognizable - his light brown fur with white-tipped tails had been replaced by white fur covered with evil red scribblings and black-tipped tails, with his eyes the crimson red of falling blood and full of rage and madness. His blue wings - at one time identical to mine - were now pitch-black and resembled a raven's. How I hated those birds.
"And by the way, sister," he snarled, whipping around to where I was cowering, "I'll let you go this time, but if you intrude upon me again, then you are dead!"
Without another word, he broke the stone wall in front of him with some kind of dark force and stalked off without another word.

That was the last act of mercy my brother ever showed me, for I know that he could have killed me easily right there and then. At least that final act shows that there is some part of him that is still humane.

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Pet's name: Charlotte (F) and Pet's name: Mavi (M)

I looked over at Mavi, one of the most popular boys in school, with his arm around yet another girl and shook my head in disgust.
"What do girls see in him?" Probably what they saw were his face and his muscular body, but since all of the girls he dated were as shallow as he was, they couldn't see past his physical characteristics to the horrible personality that lay inside him.
Wait... that girl he was standing with looked familiar. Doing a double take, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my own best friend Amber, next to him and laughing like those dumb cheerleaders he usually went out with and that Amber and I used to make fun of together.
"And another girl goes over to the Mavi side." Yet again I shook my head, this time at the sadness that that girl was my best friend, and that her dating Mavi was an open betrayal of me.

"How could you do this to me?" I told Amber furiously as we walked to Algebra 2 together. How could she turn on me by dating the guy that I had thought we both hated?
"Listen, he's not nearly as bad as we used to think he was!" Excuses, excuses. "Mavi's actually a really nice guy who's cute and funny and athletic, and he's a whole lot better than any other guy in our grade!"
"Well, I would rather go out with Justin Beiber than with Mavi!" Perhaps that was a bit of a hyperbole, but Justin Beiber was looking excellent compared to that stuck-up, arrogant, cruel jerk called Mavi.
"You can't be serious." Amber abruptly stopped right in the middle of the hallway to look over at me in horrified amazement and nearly got ran over by a few seniors. "You'd rather date Justin Beiber than Mavi? What is wrong with you?!"
"Well what's wrong with you?! What made you suddenly decide to jump on the Mavi train?" Amber had no right to be asking what was wrong with me when she was the one dating Mavi.
I could sense a hesitation in Amber's voice when she spoke. "Well, um, well..."
"Just out with it!" I didn't want to have to sit through a stutterfest.
"Well, I've actually liked Mavi for a long time, and when we would diss him I would just go with it because I knew how much you hated him. But when he asked me out, it was impossible for me to say no, because it was like my dream come true." Oh. My. God. Amber had never even been on my side to begin with! She had always been a Mavi-liker!

"Are you ok?" Amber asked me after a few moments of extremely tense silence.
"Of course I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be? It's not like my best friend betrayed me by going out with the guy I hate or anything!" This exclamation came out almost hysterical, which was to be expected considering I was really, really angry with Amber.
"Listen I'm sorry!" Amber was nearly crying now. "Charlotte you're my best friend, no, you're my sister and you mean the world to me, but I wanna be free to date who I want to, not who you think I should." With that she stormed off, tears streaming down her face, leaving a broken and very hurt me who had just lost her best friend to the boy she hated behind.

I didn't even see Amber very much for the next couple weeks after that and, on the rare occasions I did, she was always with Mavi. Whether she was accompanying him to classes or laughing at his idiotic jokes, it didn't matter; all that mattered was that she had left me for him. She had given up her friendship with me for a boy that was only there to use her, but if Amber had become one of those shallow popular girls, then I had no intention of helping her. She could live with and suffer through the consequences of her decision just like I was living with a suffering through the consequences of mine.

My phone beeped loudly, jolting my half-conscious mind rudely awake.
"New text from Amber," I read aloud to myself. That was interesting; I hadn't gotten a text from Amber in nearly a month. Looking at the clock on my beside table, which told me it was one am, fed my suspicion even more, and, with lots of apprehension and curiosity, I opened the text, hoping to find an apology or even just a "Wanna hang out?" note.
"You were right about Mavi he's such a jerk he just dumped me for another girl!" the message from Amber read. I wasn't surprised; I had seen many girls walking around school with ruined makeup due to crying during my time there, but what struck a nerve, even though I had sworn to myself that I would be cynical, was that this time it was someone I actually cared about.
Knowing I would regret sending this but also knowing that I wasn't tough enough to not help her, I texted back, "Ok I'll deal with him tmrw @ school," then rolled back over onto my stomach with going back to sleep the last thing on my mind.

"Hey Mavi, why'd you dump my friend Amber?" I called to him from across the hall. I could tell that he heard me, for her body language changed, and there was no way I was going to let him talk his way out of this one. Marching across to him with my hands balled into fists, "So, why did you?" A crowd was beginning to gather around us, which I was rather happy with. It was good that would be humiliated and unmasked as the jerk he really was in front of a big group.
"I dumped her because I wanna go out with another girl," Mavi told me coolly, fear nowhere to be found in his blue-gray eyes. I admitted to myself that he was kind of attractive, but there was no way that I would ever be interested in him.
"Oh really? Who's this other girl, another dumb cheerleader? Amber's beautiful and brilliant and athletic and a great person and you're not ever gonna do better than her, and you're delusional if you think you will," I snarled, my face a mere foot from his. I was really close to kicking his butt right there and then.
"No, this other girl is not another dumb cheerleader," he told me firmly but quietly, his coolness fading and being replaced by... civility?! I didn't know it was possible for Mavi to be civil. "This other girl is standing right in front of me."
"Where?" I whipped around wildly, looking for another girl besides myself. After all, he couldn't have meant me; he was probably talking about the homecoming queen or volleyball captain or something like that.
Somebody - Mavi, I presumed - placed two hands on my shoulders and turned me to look him directly in the eye. "Charlotte, I mean you."
"What?!" I looked at him uncertainly, not sure whether he was joking and I needed to beat him up or if he was serious and I needed to beat him up. "This is some kind of prank, right?"
"Nope." He shook his head, a small grin crossing his face at the amazement on mine. "So what do you say?" He seemed so sincere and nice that I had to presume he was.
"I don't know... what to say." I was barely able to articulate due to my mind being in shock. Me, of all people? Where had his popular blond girls gone? Had he already broken all of their hearts and now was starting on the losers like me?
"Charlotte, I've wanted to ask you out for a while, actually ever since I first noticed you on my first day of school in this district three years ago. All of the other girls I've dated have just been to attract your attention and console me due to the fact that you clearly didn't see or care about me. I know breaking all their hearts was a stupid plan, but it was the only thing I could think of, as we have never had any classes together or anything where I could talk to you. Charlotte, you are the only one I've ever wanted to date, not the blond cheerleaders." My jaw fell so far that I truly thought it was going to hit the ground. "So what do you say?" he asked calmly yet eagerly, his arms finding their way around my waist.
A chant of "Yes, yes yes!" started in the gathering around us, and I told him, "Well, Mavi, since you seem to be a whole lot less of a jerk than I used to give you credit for..." I paused for effect, as the dramatic side of me loved to do that kind of thing. "...Yes."

[Horneddragon]

Love your stories So here are two of my fave pets:
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Pet's name: Rebel

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Story Type: Anything you want
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[Sonmi-451]

I met her at a masquerade ball, so many years ago I don't even remember when it was. Despite the hundreds of other people in the room, she and her red eyes, those wonderful red eyes, were the only things I could see. They called me, their depths beckoning and seductive and she twirled her away around every other man on the dance floor to stop in front of me.
"You seem a little... stiff." Her touch on my shoulder sent waves of feeling running up and down my arm. "Loosen up some." Before I could protest, she had pulled me out onto the dance floor and placed my arms on her hips.
"I don't know how to dance," I muttered to her quietly after I had overcome my shock at being dragged out onto a dance floor by a girl that I didn't even know.

"Then just follow my lead." She guided me firmly around the dance floor, like the owner of misbehaving puppy, and somehow I managed to not step on her feet, unlike all of the other girls I had ever danced with. Everyone else I had ever known lacked grace and elegance compared to her, for she seemed to have stolen the whole world's worth of both, and I was entranced by her radiance and mystery. She and those eyes - those ruby red eyes - had captured me in their spell, and I was a prisoner of my own attraction.

We danced for quite a while longer, as we were the last pair to leave the ball that night. As we walked outside and were immediately assailed by the vicious January frost, with no hesitation I pulled my coat off and draped upon her shoulders, attempting to protect her beauty from the cold.
A smile danced across her face as she murmured, "Thank you for dancing with me tonight." Her red eyes met mine for a moment, mere moment, but in that nanosecond, we... clicked, and a spark flew that set off a fire inside of me.
"Well thank you for teaching me how to dance tonight." I returned her grin with one of my own, her face just a few inches from mine. "May I ask a favor- well, actually two - of you?"
"Which are?" I felt like I was drowning in her incredible voice, and I would have stayed there all night drowning in her mystique and radiance.
"Your name, and... your face." My hand crept slowly up her cheek and was about to reveal the identity of Ms. Mystery when she pulled back, causing me to drop my hand and lose all hopes of learning who she was.
"I'm sorry, but you don't get to know either." I lowered my head in disappointment at her words, knowing that they were final and also knowing that it was pointless to push to debate any further. "But, as consolation, I believe you deserve this." Her lips met mine for a millisecond or an eternity, I have never found out which it was.

I have never forgotten her; if anything I have only remembered her better as my other memories have faded. The ghosts of what we had that night parade around my mind as a painful reminder of how I was then and how weak am I now. Her face is etched into every nook and cranny of my brain, the image of her ruby eyes imprinted across mine forever, and wherever I am and whatever I do, she is there also, and I am forever haunted.


Pet's name: Jaguar (m) and Pet's name: Tiger Lily (f)

"Tiger Lily, look over here," the paparazzi call, their camera flashes nearly blinding me as I step out of the studio after another day of filming Kodiak, the new movie I'm starring in. But I just ignore them, like I have been told to do by my manager Dave. "The less extra attention you attract, the better," he always tells me, because, as I am an international movie star that many boys would die for, I attract lots of attention to begin with. A grimace crosses my face as I feel my costar, James, wrapping his arm around my waist; he clearly wants to make it look like we are dating, but if he was the last boy left on planet I still wouldn't date him, for he is a pretentious, arrogant, pompous jerk who thinks he owns everything, including me.
"Smile baby," he whispers in my ear, and in retaliation I elbow him hard in the stomach, causing him to release me. I will not let this stuck-up idiot continue to live in his fantasy where we are dating, because that is about as far from reality as can be.
Giving him a satisfied smirk as I look over my shoulder at him, I ask James innocently, "Is this what you meant by smile?"
I don't get a reply back.

I have always found that limousine rides prove to be great times for mediation and thinking, and so, as I am relaxing and listening to my iPod, I begin to devise a plan about what to do with James. I know that he will always try to make it appear that we are dating, because he is one of the many boys who has a crush on me, and I also know I hate and cannot stand much more of his arrogance and horrible personality, so the only solution that would keep me sane and also keep me from committing murder at 17 is to fire James and get a new actor to be Kodiak, the male lead and currently the part played by James.
"Hey Dave?" I call up front, pulling my earbuds out and sitting upright.
"Yeah Tiger?" As he has been my manager for three years now, he is one of the few people that gets to call me Tiger or Lily, and since we have known each other for so long, I am also one of the few people who doesn't have to call him David.
"You saw what James did, right?" Even if he didn't witness it with his own eyes, I'm sure Dave can guess what happened, considering I ask him that every time James becomes inappropriate.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry Tiger, but I can't control what he does, so you'll just have to put up with it till the end of filming." Dave sighs, running a hand through his light blond hair. "I really am sorry, and I wish there was something I could do." He is like my second father, so I can tell he is very definitely sincere.
"Well you have a say in who plays what, right? That's how you got me the part, isn't it?" I'm not going to give up so easily, as I know there has to be something Dave can do.
"Yeah, but I don't have the power to just fire people." Dave is starting to get uncomfortable, because he has guessed correctly what part of my plan is. "And besides, there's no other well-known actors the right age to play the Kodiak part."
"Well actors don't need to be well-known! They just need to be good!" The popularity of my colleagues - and myself - doesn't matter to me; all that I care about is that we actually can act.
"So what are you suggesting?" Dave turns around in his seat to look me straight in the eye, and I can tell that he knows I'm serious about whatever my plan is.
"Give me a week to find a replacement for James. If I do, then James is gone, but if I don't, then we're stuck with him," I tell Dave.
"And how do you intend to find a replacement?" he asks, not skeptical but not completely convinced either.
"Just leave it to me." I pause, not knowing if I should tell him what I really am going to be doing. "But it will involve me acting like I'm not who I really am."
"Should I be worried?" A smirk crosses his face at my mysterious statement; he knows us actors have a dramatic side that loves to be cryptic.
"No. Well, maybe. But for now, no." I wave goodbye to Dave as I step out of the limo and creep my way up to my house. As I reach the front door, I mutter to myself, "Well, you shouldn't have to if everything goes as planned." But that 'if' is a very big one when it comes to my plans.

As I prepare to run out the door and catch the bus, I tell myself out loud, "My name is Grace Marshall, I'm a junior and I just moved into town. I don't know anything about Tiger Lily Rayne, and I'm not related to her at all." I take a deep breath then mutter some words of encouragement. "I can do this. I can do this. I'm an actor; I can do this. I pretend to be people that I'm not all the time. I can do this."
"I sure hope I can," is the last thought that runs through my mind as I dash out the door to catch the bus.

As I peer around the corner and into the theater, I do a mental victory dance. Finally, after searching all over the high school in between classes, I have found the place where a replacement for James most probably is, and, better yet, it's time for my theater class. It seems I am early, so I creep around to the farthest-back rows of chairs and take a seat, noticing with interest that there is a boy on stage who looks to be about 18 and is in the middle of acting.
"So, even though we just got introduced by Ms. Hitler, my name's Kodiak," he says to no one, and I realize that he is practicing lines from the movie Kodiak. Even better.
Just as he is about to do some more lines, a strict, gruff voice from the back of the theater calls, "Jaguar, get down! We are not doing Kodiak as our school play, I thought I already told you that!"
Looking over at the other side of the room, I see a middle-aged man with light brown hair and glasses walking up to the stage, an annoyed and angry expression on his face.
"Sorry Mr. Hart," the boy, who is apparently Jaguar, mumbles as he leaps off the stage, which is a good three feet higher than the floor surrounding it, with grace and ease. He walks to one of the seats in the front row and sits down, yawning as he stretches his long arms.
As I see that Jaguar isn't onstage anymore, I attempt to inconspicuously sneak up to him but am quickly noticed by Mr. Hart.
"And who are you and why are you here during a class?" he booms, drawing Jaguar's gaze onto me and making me freeze.
"Um, I'm Grace Marshall, the new kid, and I'm here for my theater class." Somehow I manage to spit the words out even though my speech is heavily impacted by Jaguar's eyes on me. "I can't blow my cover," I think to myself. "Or at least until I'm sure Jaguar's the replacement."
"I didn't realize we had a new student." Mr. Hart stares at me suspiciously, and I think that he is going to demand to see my schedule or something like that. As he goes to open his mouth again, however, his whole boy language changes and relieves me greatly. "Welcome to theater!" he calls out happily, beckoning me up to the front. "I'm your teacher, Mr. Hart, and this is your classmate Jaguar."
"Hi." I wave shyly at Jaguar, and he replies with a small smile. "Are we the only ones in theater?" It seems very odd that there is such a small theater department, as the school is about 500 strong.
"Yeah, it's just us and Mr. Hart." I notice that Jaguar is about six foot five, the exact height of the Kodiak character, and my excitement grows even more.
"Wow. Clearly this school isn't exactly an acting powerhouse." I look around the theater, the enormous room filled with seats that have probably never been filled.
"You can say that again." Jaguar sighs, running a hand through his light brown hair. "Everyone else around here would rather be an athlete than act, which I find kind of stupid, but whatever." He looks up at me again, his golden eyes sparkling and making my heart melt. Oh God; I'm falling for a guy that I don't even know. "You know, you remind me of Tiger Lily Rayne."
My mind instantly goes into panic mode at the mention of my real identity, so I make it look like I have no idea who she is. "Who's that?" I ask, hopefully looking puzzled.
"You've got to be kidding. You don't know who Tiger Lily Rayne is?" Good; he bought my acting, like the half the world does when they watch my movies.
"Nope." I shake my head, trying to look as clueless as possible.
"Well, she's a movie star, and you just look a whole lot like her," he tells me finally, clearly having some suspicions about who I am.
"Ok." There isn't anything else to be said, so I just bow my head and look at my feet, trying to hide the blush creeping up cheeks at how handsome Jaguar is.
"So what we're working on today, Grace," Mr. Hart booms, snapping me out of my reverie, "is voting on what we will do for our school play." Looking over at Jaguar, Mr. Hart mentions, "Jaguar wants to do Kodiak as the school play, but before you came I told him that we couldn't because we didn't have a girl to play Ellise, but now that you're here, would you like to do Kodiak?"
I look back and forth between the hopeful looks on both of their faces, and, knowing that I never intended to stay longer than a week but would hate to break their hearts, reply, "Sure, that sounds great! Is the script already printed out?"

I see Jaguar just about to walk out of the door and run up to him; I can't let him get away, especially after finding out he is the perfect person to play Kodiak.
"Jaguar, wait!" I call to him, and her turns around in confusion, pausing when he sees me.
"Oh hey Grace." He greets me with a smile that lights up his face and makes my heart skip a few beats.
"Um, Jaguar, we need to talk." Looking over at his group of friends who are staring curiously at us, I add, "Like, in private."
"Ok; we can just talk about here." To his friends he says, "Well, you heard Grace. Just wait for me outside the door."
The group whistles and catcalls on their way out; at least them thinking that is better than them knowing who I really am.
"So what do you need to talk about?" Jaguar asks me after they have gone. The school is empty now; there is no one around except for us. Good, because that means there won't be a risk of outing myself to anyone except for Jaguar.
"Well, remember in theater, when you asked me if I knew who Tiger Lily Rayne was?" I know his suspicions are going to be high now, since he probably suspects me of lying.
"Yeah?" His amber eyes search my face as he is obviously trying to read me. He won't succeed though, as my years as an actress have taught me to hide my emotions and my secrets very well.
"Well, Jaguar, I was kind of lying. Well, there's no kind of about it, because..." I moisten my lips, preparing to say the unspeakable, "I'm Tiger Lily Rayne."

For a few extremely long moments all is silent, as Jaguar seems dumbfounded and I am afraid of what his reaction will be.
"Really?" he finally whispers, gazing down upon me with a combination of wariness and something else, not incredibility, almost... reverence.
"Really." I crack a small smile, hoping to ease the surrealism and awkwardness that permeates the air around us.
"Wow. Just... wow." Jaguar shakes his head then slides along the wall he is standing against into a sitting position on the floor. "But what are you doing here? Don't you have a movie to shoot with that boyfriend of yours?" The word 'boyfriend' is said with as much contempt as I say James' name.
"James is not my boyfriend! He's a stuck-up narcissist who would like to be my boyfriend but in reality is as far away form that happening as possible!" How dare Jaguar think that I would be date James! Although I suppose to the outsider it really isn't that hard to believe. "And yeah, I'm supposed to be shooting a movie, but since James keeps bordering on sexual harassment and I don't wanna become a murderer at age 17, I came out here to find a replacement for James." I drop to the floor to be seated right next to Jaguar, our hands touching slightly and causing my heart to become even more irregular.
"Ah. Sorry about thinking he was your boyfriend; it's just every time you guys walk out of filming together he's always got his arm around your waist." Jaguar gives me an apologetic grin.
"Don't worry about it, and I know, it gets so annoying." I shake my head and roll my eyes in exasperation at James' failed attempts to get me to be his girlfriend. A contented - and on Jaguar's part amazed - silence fills the space around us, and finally I remember again what I'm here for. "Jaguar, you are the one that I want to replace James," I tell him, looking over at him and meeting his gaze with a small smile.
"Really?" Excitement overflows from his voice and his eyebrows shoot up.
"Really. I'm offering you the chance to star in a multi-billion-dollar movie." If Jaguar's jaw drops any lower it will be in his lap.
"Aren't there some kissing scenes in Kodiak?" Jaguar asks innocently, and a smirk crosses my face as I get what he is hinting at.
"Yeah," I reply just as sweetly, nearly laughing aloud at our banter.
"Well we might as well practice right now then." Jaguar leans over me with my face cupped in his hands and kisses me gently, his intoxicating smell filling my nose and lingering as he pulls away.
"I take that as a yes to my offer." A grin dances across my face as Jaguar kisses me again and brushes the hair out of my eyes.
"Correct." His amber eyes meet my golden ones with a loving gaze and I know that I have found so much more than just a replacement for James.

[Sonmi-451]

Pet's name: Sirius Von Nebula (m) and Pet's name: Siona Turgon (f)

Where have you been
All these years that I've missed you?
You've been gone for so long
That I don't think I know you.
Our story's been written,
But it's not a fairy tale.
If anything,
It's a nightmare.

"Siona, please!" Sirius pleaded, pain overflowing from his clear blue eyes.
"Sirius, you had your chance, and you left me with our son to raise all by myself." Siona's gaze met his for a fleeting moment, and she seemed to get sucked up into their sky-blue depths like light into a black hole.

Images of her and Sirius - who was then a normal-looking Border collie - flashed across her mind as an ethereal voice whispered to her, "Siona, I love you still and I want you back more than I want life. Don't you remember how in love we were, how much fun we had, how I would hold you if you ever need comforting?"

Siona's eyes flashed open - even though she didn't remember them closing - and murmured, "Sirius, I loved you greatly once, but that once ended 23 years ago." With that Siona turned and began to walk away from him, trying to be strong but her heart aching from what she still felt for Sirius.
"Siona, I'm a star! In fact, I'm a star king! I can give you the universe! I can give you your parents back!" Siona turned around, affixing him with a blue-eyed gaze of her own.
"Really?" Her whisper was tinted with hope and wariness as she bent fully around to face him head-on.
"Really." Sirius's eagerness was very apparent as he waited not-so-patiently for her answer.
"As much as I love my parents, Sirius..." Siona paused, taking a deep breath as she knew she would be turning down her one and only chance to ever see them, "I will have to say no, because I know my parents would want me to live in the present, not drown in the past." Holding her head high and trying to have confidence in her decision, Siona trotted off, never turning back.
"Siona," Sirius whispered, the full effect of her words not completely set in. "Siona!" He collapsed on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes as he knew he would never get to see the only woman he had ever loved ever again.


Hitsu (f) and Ontoro (m)

I line up my shot, knowing that I can't miss, that my target is five inches across and standing 300 yards away and that I have five seconds before the building I'm standing on goes up in flames. After I am satisfied that I am on target, I pull the trigger and pause for a moment to see my victim fall dead before leaping off the building and shooting a rope with a hook out of my right wristband as the office building I was just mounted on explodes.

"That was my kill," Ontoro mutters disgustedly, shaking his head as he stows his gun in his inside suit pocket. "He stole it." A grimace is imprinted upon his face as he walks away from the scene as most people around him rush to the murdered CEO, unaware of how evil he had been and only knowing the perfect person they saw in the TV commercials. Ontoro is not nearly as ignorant; he knows exactly what that man was and volunteered to assassinate him as a result, but, much to his dismay, another sniper had done it for him.
"Why do you call me a he?" a sly and distinctly feminine voice behinds him murmurs, and Ontoro whips around, nearly drawing his gun in his surprise, to find a tall woman with red and black hair wearing a maroon dress. He notes that she is positively stunning but is careful not to get distracted by her beauty, because, with the job he has, he can't afford to let his guard down even for a nanosecond.
"What?" he asks bluntly, keeping his hand discreetly on the handle of his pistol, just in case she turns out to be violent.
"Well, you said he stole your kill, and I am not a man, even though I am less whiny than most men are. And by the way, it was never your kill to begin with." She gives him a satisfied smirk, her black and red locks falling into her face as she stares at Ontoro confidently, her red eyes meeting his amber ones with no fear or even concern in their gaze.
"You're a woman," he exclaims astoundingly, still not believing his eyes; he has never heard of a female assassin before.
"And?" she asks with a yawn, placing her hands upon her hips and leaning severely, accentuating her already-rather-large curves that Ontoro is having an issue keeping his eyes off of.
"Well," he stutters, stumbling over his words despite his usual innate eloquence, "it's just..."
"-there aren't that many female assassins?" she finishes for him. "I know; being unique in what I do is one of the things I like about this job." She flips her hair out her eyes, the ponytail resting on the pale, exposed skin of her shoulders. "Not to mention the fact that it's hard to find a profession that requires my kind of talents. After all, most occupations don't require that you be a sharpshooter and a martial arts expert willing to risk death daily in a dress and high heels." Looking down at her feet, Ontoro sees that she really is wearing four-inch high heels, so not all of her nearly 6'3" height can be attributed to her naturally.
Shaking his head in wonder, he mutters, "I just can't believe that you can accurately shoot someone in those. I would be wobbling and falling all over the place if I had to wear something like that."
"It's a girl thing. We just have more balance and - apparently - more pain tolerance when it comes to shoes." A smile dances across her face as she looks up an inch at him, and she moves forward slightly, causing him to back up warily, as Ontoro knows very well that just because she appears to be friendly most certainly doesn't mean she is.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she tells him gently, placing her hands on his shoulders and bringing her body close enough to his for their torsos to touch.
"Then what is your name?" An assassin's job - and therefore his or her life - rests upon secrecy, so to know the name of one is to essentially play God and decide if he or she should live or die.
Without hesitation she answers smoothly, "Hitsu, and I presume you know the code?" A slight smirk crosses her face as she moves her hands to the back of his neck and sees the realization dawn upon Ontoro's face.
"Indeed I do," he finally sighs, knowing that he should back out of Hitsu's grip but enjoying close proximity to such a beautiful - and dangerous - woman. "My name is Ontoro."
"Well, Ontoro," she murmurs seductively, her hands creeping up his neck to entangle themselves in his hair, "I like you. I find you... cute." Hitsu's lips brush against his for a second, and her fingers run down his chest as she pulls away and strides off, leaving a dumbfounded Ontoro to marvel at the beauty of the back of her elegant frame.

I finger the gun I stole from Ontoro earlier today, and I know that it isn't the only thing I took of his, although I suppose you can consider our shared affection a swap of hearts and not just a robbery. Ahh, Ontoro... what an interesting man. It's not very often that I find a fellow assassin just wandering the streets, especially one that has been commissioned to kill my target. But it's not just our shared profession that attracts me to him; he's just... different, and I find that uniqueness very attractive. Of course, the facts that he's one of the most handsome men I've ever seen and is obviously solid muscle help too, but they are just bonuses to the package that is Ontoro. His amber eyes, pools of expression and intelligence, seem to capture me in their unwavering gaze, his mouth curling into a small smirk as... Oh God, I can't be falling for someone, can I? I'm supposed to be too tough for that to happen, for I was supposed to build the walls around my heart so thick that nothing, especially a man, could penetrate them. But apparently I have failed at that task, and my identity - and therefore my life - is at risk because of it. But, for some reason, even though I barely know him, I can tell that Ontoro is worth it, as I have never met a man like him before, and I have never wanted a man more either.

Ontoro wildly searches his apartment for his gun, knowing that he didn't drop it and that it must be somewhere in his abode. Running a hand through his light brown hair as he scans every inch of the place, he murmurs to himself, "It couldn't have just walked away!" As far he knows no kind of technology exists within the assassin organization. Yet.
"Looking for this?" A low, sultry voice behind Ontoro causes him to whip around, hands balled into fists, to find Hitsu standing just inside an open window, twirling his gun around her finger.
"Just give me the gun and no one gets hurt," he snarls, his eyes flaring with anger and mistrust. True, she is the one with the gun and therefore the very obvious advantage, but hopefully she will just surrender it and not cause any more trouble than she already has.
"You don't trust me, do you?" Hitsu comes closer as she pockets his weapon, causing Ontoro to back up until he hits the wall. With her face only a few inches from his, she murmurs, "But why? I'm not going to hurt you." She places her hands gently on his muscular chest, obviously trying her best to soothe his fears.
"Prove it to me then and give me my gun back." Despite the inner turmoil that he is feeling, Ontoro's voice is calm and level as he doesn't waver from his position. He covers her hands with his own, removing them from his torso.
"No," Hitsu replies playfully, a teasing glimmer flickering in her red eyes as her gaze locks onto his.
"Then what do I have to do to get it back?" Ontoro is not buying into her game, no matter how attractive he finds her. After all, he won't have time for a relationship anyways, if she is even interested.
"You have to kiss me." Hitsu's playfulness fades away and Ontoro can tell she's serious as she pulls her hands out of his grip and wraps them around the back of his neck, sparks flying as she leans closer, their noses nearly touching now.
Ontoro snakes his arms around her waist, gazing down upon her beauty for a few moments that seems like eternity. "If you insist," he finally murmurs, bending over her as his lips meet hers. Withdrawing after a few seconds of bliss, he asks, "Now may I have my gun back?"

[horchata]

I have another couple.

[Sonmi-451]

Leo (m) and Honey (f)

Leo looked out across the landscape that he knew like the back of his paw, his emerald eyes taking in the beauty all around him with a tinge of sadness. It would be so much better if Honey if were there with him; she always loved this time of year, when the flowers were in blossom and everything was abundant. Ah, Honey; she had been his life, and know that she was gone he didn't really know what to with himself. It was as if Leo's heart had become an empty black pit, drained of all love and caring by the loss of his dear Honey. What great times they had had together...

"You look beautiful." Leo's golden eyes shone with a fire caused by love as he rubbed his nose gently against Honey's cheek.
"Well thank you very much." Her smile made his heart melt even more and he felt like just sitting there until he completely lost himself in her radiance.
"You don't need to thank me for telling the truth." A contented smile crossed his face as she ran her tail along his back, a very affectionate gesture.
"Well you look amazingly handsome." Her emerald pools reflected his face as he gazed deeply into them, loving the drowning sensation as he became sucked even more into their depths. Just as he was about to open his mouth she raised a paw and placed it gently on his lips. "And you don't need to thank me for telling the truth." She was so beautiful, so, so beautiful...

Tears trickled down Leo's face as the memories washed over him like the ocean tides over a worn beach. Honey had been everything to him; heck, she still was. The only problem that she wasn't alive anymore, and that made his life exponentially harder.

"Are you ready?" Leo asked Honey nervously, pacing the small den as she freshened herself in the small concealed nook in the stone wall.
"Almost," her reply came, not relieving his anxiety at all.
"Honey we're going to be late to our own mating ceremony!" he cried in despair, sure that the worst was going to happen.
She peered around the corner, an amused and exasperated look on her face that Leo found only enhanced her beauty. "You are such a pessimist, because you are always so sure that the worst will happen and that there's no chance for the best to happen!"
She shook her head and drew herself completely out of the nook, causing my protest of "Am not!" to be carried away in the wave of stunned admiration that swept over him upon seeing her complete and utter perfection.
"You're so..." He was lost for words and out of breath, as her beauty had tied his tongue in knots and knocked the wind out of him. "...perfect." Leo nuzzled her gently, her scent intoxicating as he began to feel himself get high off of her; she was like his own personal drug.
"You look rather dashing yourself." Honey brushed passed him, her tail gently running over his face as she gave him a flirtatious look over her shoulder. After a few seconds of his silent adoration, Honey broke the lack of sound with, "Well we're most certainly going to be late if you keep on standing there gawking."

"You okay?" Leo asked Honey as she lagged behind him, which was very unusual for her; she always like to lead to him.
"Yeah I'm fine." Her voice was very strained, as though she had to pull a thousand-pound weight with her vocal chords.
"Are you sure?" She certainly didn't sound fine and she wasn't acting right either.
"Yeah." Her clipped words most definitely indicated something else, but Leo just decided to let it go and relish in the joy that he was going to be mated to the cat he loved with all of his heart. After they had been walking for a while, she spoke up again, this time her voice filled with sorrow and remorse that Leo didn't understand. "Actually, I'm not fine; I'm horrible."
"What's the matter?" Leo turned around to face her, stopping them from going anywhere.
"Leo, my name isn't Honey, and I'm not just a peaceful forest cat." When she paused, the air surrounding them was filled with so much tension that Leo swore he could cut through it with a knife. "I'm an assassin sent by the Mountain Lions pride to kill you."

"What?!" Leo first was shocked but a smirk crossed his face as he realized that Honey must have just been playing a joke. "Nice joke Honey, you really had me going there."
"it's not a joke Leo!" she hissed, glancing around as though expecting someone to be watching them.
"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" A cold, stony blanket settled over his face, replacing the humor with its frozen aura.
"Because I've done the only thing I wasn't supposed to do: I've fallen in love with you." Honey looked him straight in the eye, clearly willing him to understand.
"Ok, I believe you. But if you've fallen in love with me can't we just be mated and the Mountain Lions won't have to know about it, right?" He was puzzled as to why she would tell him this right now instead of just letting it go, as she clearly had no intention of killing him.
"It's not that simple. The mountain lions expected me back yesterday, and I don't come back with proof of you dead then they'll come find me and kill us both." Honey continued to scan the area around them warily, her emerald eyes catching every movement.
"So what do we have to do?" Leo asked, searching her fearful face. He had never seen Honey so afraid; in fact, he had never seen her show fear before.
"Well, our best option is to hide, so let's go back to our den and hole up and hope they don't find us."
"Ok, let's go." Leo most certainly hoped she was right about the 'best option' thing.

"Honey you didn't come back on time," a dangerous, low, seductive female voice purred, and Leo could horribly imagine Honey surrounded by mountain lions, her back against the wall as she knew that she might die.
"I'm sorry; I couldn't find him," she lied expertly, and Leo knew he would have been fooled if he was the mountain lion.
"Well clearly you found his den; this place reeks of his awful odor, but you didn't find him?" The lion was suspicious but not completely seeing through Honey's rouse.
"No; every time I went to hunt he came back, and every time I came back he left, and I knew it was too dangerous to go straight into his pride itself." Honey kept her composure even under the punishment of death if she was caught; Leo was very impressed.
"Well be that as it may be," the lion muttered, "you still didn't come back on time, so you know what's coming next."
Leo's heart skipped many beats as he realized the lions were going to kill her. They couldn't do that; they couldn't take away his Honey!

As she was dragged past his hiding place, Honey motioned for him to stay put as Leo shook he head no. Honey was insistent however, and in his heart he knew that there would be no point in trying to save her, as that would just be the end of him as well.

Honey's last screams haunted Leo forever, filling his dreams with their terror and his waking moments with the realization that that those screams were because of him, but he never tried to get rid of them, because even their terrible memory was better than having nothing left of Honey at all.


Pet's name: Rain (F) and Pet's name: Toto (M)

Here it is again
Yet it stings like the first time
Seems it never ends
Double nickels on your dime
I though we were friends
I guess it just depends who you ask
These feelings tend to leave me with a
Hole in my chest

My phone buzzes in the middle of class and I adjust myself in my chair, trying to ignore it, as I know exactly who's going to be texting me during class. After nearly having my pants vibrate off my body due to five more new messages, I fill out my planner to go to the bathroom and get the teacher's signature and nearly sprint out of the classroom, undoubtedly getting some stupid comments from the boys in the classroom. As I reach the safety of the bathroom, I whip my phone out and proceed to read the six new messages.

"I'm so sorry Rain, I shouldn't have done the things I did, is there any way I can get you back?" I read the first message aloud and shake my head; I am done with Toto and everything about him, as he was very lucky to get me to begin with and he sure as heck isn't getting me back just because of some cheesy text apology message.
But I still can't stop a tear from trickling down my cheek, because even though I won't admit it to myself, I'm still in love with Toto despite the fact that he cheated on me. Debating throwing my phone against the wall but knowing that I would very sorry later, I open the rest of the new texts and see that they are just repeats of the original.
"Maybe Toto really does want me back," I murmur to myself as I stare down at my Blackberry, the ocean of emotions whirling inside of me currently experiencing a hurricane.

"Did she get my text messages?" Toto wonders aloud into his locker as he runs a hand through his hair due to stress. "It's not like her to not reply."
"Yeah, I got your text messages, and I didn't reply because I want to talk to you in person." A voice behind Toto causes him to whip around and catch his head on the locker frame, blurring his vision with pain for moment. "Are you okay Toto?" The voice is worried and familiar, all too familiar...
"Rain?" Toto murmurs, looking up at the beautiful girl bending down over him.
"Yeah, it's me," she replies softly, and a shot of realization shoots through Toto's body like a rocket as he leaps off the floor and stares into her stunning blue eyes from his height of 6'3", nearly a foot taller than her 5'5".
"So you got my texts?" Toto isn't completely alert, but his awareness is enough for him to know what he is saying and say what he wants to.
"Yeah, and I came here to talk to you about them." The hesitation in her sapphire eyes is apparent and alerts Toto that Rain is unsure about something, hopefully about her earlier decision to dump him after he kissed another girl at the homecoming dance. Toto knows that he could never love another girl as much has he has grown to love Rain, so every second he is separated from her just tears his heart into even tinier shreds.
"Toto, I still like you. Like, like you. But I don't know if I can trust you, and I won't date you if I can't trust you." The pain radiating from Rain is nearly intoxicating, and Toto feels worse by the second as she gets even more lost in a sea of uncertainty.

Now the time has come
I just wish I could erase
All the damage done
All this pain, all this heartache

"Rain, I will never love anyone more than I love you," Toto confesses, gazing down upon her beauty with eyes he knows are unfit to see such a sight. "So please give me a second chance to prove it." His eyes plead for forgiveness as his broken heart reached out to her, wanting her to put it back together.
"I believe you, Toto." Rain gives him a light kiss on the cheek, which is as far as she can reach, and then a rib-cracking hug that tells Toto his second chance has been granted.

(Everything center-aligned is from the song Calling All Skeletons by Alkaline Trio.)