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[Sonmi-451]

Draconus (m) and Lillian (f)

"Project Number 11, considered to be an extremely dangerous mutant, has escaped from captivity," the speaker over my head blared, almost deafening my hypersensitive ears. "If encountered, it should not be confronted; help should be called immediately instead. Project Number 11..."
The unearthly female voice began to repeat herself again, and I spat on the stone floor in outrage. Everyone in the facility knew exactly what I was and exactly how dangerous I could be. My toxic saliva was beginning to eat away at the tile flooring; everyone would know I had been there, as if that would help them in finding me after I hoped to be long gone. Creeping silently out of my shadowed hiding place, I stretched my long, leathery wings and took flight, innerly disgusted with myself for sneaking around like a coward. Really I was braver than everyone who had experimented on me, as I took the pain they dealt me with a learned resistance while they immobilized me just to prevent pain they might experience. Humans certainly were interesting animals, I would give them that; they always seemed more tied up in making the future a certain way than actually living in the present. However, I wasn't convinced that their fascinating behavior was such a good thing; things that were dangerous were often just as or more exciting than those benign.

My freedom was not more than ten yards from me; I could see the beautiful sunlight refracted into a million tiny sunbeams by the glass doors. The only thing stopping me from stepping out into the daylight for the first time was the 15 fully-armed guards wearing bulletproof vests and carrying M-16s.
"There has to be another way out. And if there isn't... Well, I'd rather die in rebellion than live another day in here as a slave to their wills." That was the sad truth; I would rather be dead but with my mental freedom than stuck alive in this hellhole any longer.
Quietly I slipped away from the main entrance, making no sound as I stayed in the shelter of darkness. I was beginning to think that being cautious and caring about my hide was much different than being a coward, and I would have liked to think that I wasn't a chicken.

"At last!" I murmured, almost inaudibly, to myself upon spotting the telltale shimmering that meant only one thing: a window. "I can break through the glass and then be gone!"
Padding soundlessly but quickly towards my eminent liberation, I froze like a statue due to surprise and fear when I heard heavy footsteps, probably caused by booted feet, and very human noises; no member of my species would be caught grunting with effort, as it was rather undignified. In an instant, I flew up to the ceiling, turned myself upside down and hooked my claws into the white-painted wood, praying that no one would happen to look up.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips at the rather odd sight directly above me: a large green dog-thing was hanging from the ceiling by its claws and making violent 'shush' gesticulations at me; it was most certainly a unique sight.
"What's the matter girl?" one of my transporters asked me, dropping his end of my cage to wipe the perspiration off of his brow.
"She's just uneasy like we all are," the other man replied, also sweating profusely. "That Project Number 11 is one nasty creature."
The snort from above my head was distinctly audible and caused both guards to whip their gazes upwards.
"Crap!" the creature hanging from the ceiling exclaimed.

"So you're the infamous Project Number 11, hm?" I asked him as I stretched my wings for the first time in about three months.
"Yep, although it's because of them I'm infamous," he replied, very obviously resigned and angry with and at the fact. "But call me Draconus; it's much better-sounding than Project Number 11."
"Well, Draconus, my name is Lillian. Pleased to meet you." I gave him a smile and flapped my wings experimentally; they were extremely sore but I was pretty sure I could fly.
"So how long have you had yours?" I looked over my shoulder to see him gazing intently at my wings.
"I was born like this; I'm a dog-mutant hybrid," I told him, staring him down. I didn't like the way he was looking at me; it was more than creepy.
"You, Lillian, are a beautiful example of an experiment," Draconus murmured, his eyes never leaving my body. "You are streamlined, perfect... and physically stunning." His gaze finally met mine and a sad smile spread slowly across his lips. "You are everything I am not; you are a success, I am a failure; you are radiant, I am hideous... the only thing we have in common is that we were made the way we are by humans. But you don't seem to mind humans too much, do you?"
"No, I'm pretty indifferent since they've always treated me pretty well. But you're definitely not indifferent." Fear began to prickle inside my chest; I knew he was dangerous and up until now he had seemed sane, but what if he was having a mental breakdown and intended to kill me? There wasn't anything I could do since I wasn't meant to be a weapon like he was.
"Well, considering the makeover they gave me-" his eyes looked down at his green-scaled body "I can't say I'm too fond of them. And no, I'm not going to kill you Lillian." He gave me a knowing grin and his eyes twinkled; for all of his suspected insanity, I liked the way he said my name.
"Is that another one of your powers? Mind-reading?" I was very wary of him, despite his evident friendliness.
He nodded and smirked. "They kind of gave me everything; the ultimate superweapon, you know? The only thing they didn't count on was that I would think for myself and eventually become smarter than they were. It's basically the creation surpassing the creator."
"That never happened to me, but I was never meant to be a weapon either." And thank God for that too.
"Yeah... Well, do you want to leave the facility with me? I mean, they're... taken care of-" he gestured in the direction of the two dead guards "-so we're free to go, if you want to."
"You know, I've spent my whole life here and I never really minded it, but now... I think I want to see what's out there." I nodded in the direction of the window. "I suppose you could say you opened my eyes," I told him, half-teasing, half-serious, a smile quirking my lips and a twinkle lighting up my magenta eyes.
"I suppose you could say you opened my eyes to true beauty." A grin was on his face too, but there was nothing teasing about his expression. Before I could say or do anything, he leaned in and gently kissed me; when he pulled back his yellow eyes were as bright as a flame. "Now, Lillian, about that freedom..."


Annette (f) and Ronald (m)

I sniffed the mixture cautiously and was grateful that I hadn't sniffed it more as light spots appeared before my eyes.
"Lord, that's strong," I muttered as I wiped the involuntary tears from my face. "At least I'm not the only one drinking it."
I looked over at the other guinea pig I had recruited, Annette. She really was quite lovely, with piercing golden eyes and a politely shy attitude; I knew I could do much worse for an experiment partner.
"Now, you know that this is an experimental love potion, right?" I held up the beaker of blood-red liquid and she nodded.
"If it works as planned, you will be attracted to me and me to you, but if it doesn't... well, we might as well call ourselves screwed." Her mouth twitched a little at my comment and she nodded again, seemingly unperturbed.
Grabbing another beaker from the shelf beside me, I poured exactly 200 milliliters of the substance into the other beaker and handed her that.
"Well, cheers." I smiled at her, raised my glass to the hope that we wouldn't die or be permanantly mutated and downed it.

"How do you feel?" Ronald asked me urgently, thumping me on the back like I was choking.
"I'm not bloody choking!" I exclaimed finally after his pounding me become too much to put up with. "And to answer your question, I feel fine, although my back is a little sore now."
"Well, um, good. And sorry about that, I can get a little overzealous sometimes." He gave me an apologetic grin and I smiled back and shrugged.
"It's ok; I guess it's a good thing you punch like a girl." My smile changed into a smirk and I thought to myself, "I'm behaving like I did in high school. Well, perhaps that's not a bad thing; it certainly is more fun."
"I bet you punch less hard than I do," he replied, a teasing challenge lacing his voice.
"Well I'm allowed to punch like a gifl because I am one. You however, are a guy, and therefore are supposed to punch like a guy," I informed him smartly, ignoring all of his attempted interruptions.
After a few seconds of silence, during which he rubbed his chin in thought, he finally responded, "What's supposed to happen doesn't matter; the only thing that matters is what really happens."
Now it was my turn to think. "True that," I told him eventually. "But remember that this argument isn't over; I don't give up very easily and I'm almost positive I have better comebacks than you."
"You honestly wanna go there, huh? I was called the Comeback King in high school..."

Annette and I teased each other so mercilessly that it almost felt like I was in high school again, and the pranks she pulled on me just intensified that feeling. Despite the fact that I was having more fun than I'd had in almost ten years, my potion seemed to be a failure since its only effect was to make us less mature. It definitely was useful if a pick-me-up was needed, but it certainly wasn't a love potion. Oh well; experiments technically were never failed since you always learned something from them that could be used to revise future experiments. I just hoped that neither one of us would be stuck with side effects.

"Well, goodbye Ronald." Finally finished packing, I gave him a smile, picked up my bag and headed for the door.
"You'll be sure to call me if anything odd happens, right?" His voice stopped me in the doorway and I turned around, exasperated.
"Of course. Trust me, you better do something if I grow an extra leg or something." Smirking,I attempted to leave for a second time, only to pause at the sound of his voice again; I really should have left before he spoke the first time.
"Ok, ok. Just... take care of yourself, alright?" He sounded genuinely worried for some reason, so I tried to reassure him.
"I will, don't worry." After shooting him one last grin, I ran out the door before he could open his mouth again.

I paced back and forth, a sense of great unease and despair filling me at Annette leaving.
"She just left and it feels like my heart is being torn out of my chest!" I muttered angrily aloud. Why was I feeling this way? Were my potion's effects perhaps more delayed than I had counted on?
"That's it!" I exclaimed, happiness quelling some of my less pleasant feelings. "My potion has worked! I must go find Annette and see what she is experiencing." Quickly I slipped a coat on and bolted through the doorway; I had to catch her quickly to get the most accurate description of her symptoms.

"Annette! Annette!" I heard an all-too-familiar voice calling my name and I turned around to see Ronald sprinting towards me.
"Ronald." I didn't even make an attempt to hide the exasperation and annoyance in my voice. "What is it now?"
"I think the potion has finally kicked in," he gasped, completely out of breath. "Have you... experienced any symptoms?"
My eyebrows nearly shot off my face at this. "No, why?"
"Because I have." The way that he was looking at me made it very obvious that something was acting on him. "Right after you left, I... missed you a lot, and I was coming to see if you had similar feelings."
"Nope." If the potion hadn't worked, then why was he feeling like he said he was?
"Well if it's not the potion, then..." He looked at me again, and I knew instantly what had happened. "I do believe I've fallen in love with you Annette," he murmured, taking my hand in his gently and gazing down upon me with an incredible tenderness. "Will you have me?"
"True love happens once in a great while, so am I to intervene? Besides, I could do a lot worse." I gave him a smile, then hugged him so hard that I think I cracked a couple ribs; I certainly could do a lot worse.

[Sonmi-451]

Tobias (m) and Kasumi (f)

As we were,
So perfect, so happy

I looked down at the picture, a lump growing in my throat. We we standing side by side, perfect smiles on our faces. To the outsider, we appeared a nice, happy couple, conflict a word not found in our vocabulary. But I could see the distant, unfeeling look in her azure eyes, and it tore my heart apart. The only thing that hurt worse was the anger rising in my eyes; I could see it rearing up, like an animal. But that's what I was: an animal.

They'll remember only our smiles
For that's all they've seen

I never laid a hand on her; even I hadn't stooped that low. But what I said hurt her more than a punch ever could have. I never knew what came over me; maybe I never will. All I know is that I began to say things, things I should have never said, and she began to hate me for them. People never knew what went on between us, and we never told them; to them, we were still that perfect little couple, with those perfect smiles and a happy ending all planned out. How wrong they were.

Long since dried,
When we are found,
Are the tears in which we had drowned

She cried a lot after we began fighting regularly; her cheeks were almost always covered in dried tears, and her eyes will almost always red. It tore me apart from the inside out to see her so distraught, and made me hate myself to know I was the cause of it, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't stop. Apparently it wasn't enough for me to ruin only my life, because I had to ruin hers too. My hand tightened on the picture frame and I set it down quickly before I broke it. Tears blurred my vision and the last thing I saw before I blinked was her smiling face.

As we were,
So perfect, so happy

Song lyrics are from The Approaching Curve by Rise Against.


Pet's name: Three (m) and Pet's name: Hallow (f)

"My name is Three," he stuttered, instantly regretting he hadn't opened his mouth. His voice was low and gravelly, like a smoker's at best or a serial killer's at worst.
"It's nice to meet you Three. My name's Hallow." He was shocked; she was undaunted by how he sounded. Apparently his surprise showed, as she asked," Are you all right?"
He never was all right, considering the fact that he was a demon, but he replied, "Yes, I'm fine," and flashed his teeth in what he hoped was a smile.
"Are you sure?" She seemed genuinely concerned, so much so that he had to choke back a lie.
"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you for asking though." He had already spoken more than he had in more than ten years; even he was astonished.
"So how did you come upon this establishment?" she asked, gazing up at him with the utmost attention. He had never seen someone so fixated before.
"I spend a lot of time at art museums, so I'm kind of a regular here." He gave her another shy smile, still slightly afraid to show all of his teeth, for fear that she would be frightened.
"You have to really go out of your way to find this place," she commented, her gaze still glued to his face.
"I find myself with a lot of free time on my hands," he replied, lying eloquently. He hoped she would stop asking questions soon, because questions brought about answers that he couldn't tell.
"Ah. So what kind of profession do you have that allows you to have such a flexible schedule?" Of course she didn't shut up.
"I... work from home. Self-employed," he added hastily, seeing her stare becoming questioning. He really hoped that he wouldn't have to silence her like he had with so many others that became too inquisitive; he was actually beginning to like her.
A few seconds of silence passed between the two as they both gazed up at a particularly beautiful painting of a wolf.
"May I try on your hat?" she asked suddenly, and, without waiting for an answer, snatched it off his head.

"You have... three eyes." Hallow could barely think or speak through her shock and amazement.
"Shh!" He snatched his hat back, stuffed it angrily on his head, grabbed her by the hand and whisked her away before she could think or say anything else.
She walked in silence beside him for a few long seconds as she gathered her thoughts. "But... how?"
"What do you mean, how? I was born with three eyes; that's all there is to it." After she gave him a flat look, he added, "Well my teeth are rather sharp and my voice rather violent-sounding, but that's it."
She was quiet for a long while as she waited for her mind to process everything. Suddenly a suspicion popped into her mind. "How long ago were you born?" she blurted out.
"Now that, my dear, is an excellent question." He smiled, a grimace almost that most certainly didn't reach his two visible eyes. "I have no idea, but my educated guess is that I was born a decade or two before Mr. Christ."
"Wait, you're two thousand years old?!" she cried, attracting quite a lot of attention from passerby. Her head was really starting to hurt.
"My dear, I must ask you to be discreet about your revelations. You have no idea how much panic would ensue if people besides yourself were to discover my... condition." He affixed her with a sharp gaze, and she could feel the third eye watching her through his hat. "And yes, my dear, I suppose that does make me two millennia old." Despite his mutation, she found him quite charming and his manner of speaking very romantic. She also noticed that was most certainly not unattractive, even with his three eyes.
"That seems like a pretty cruel trick to me," she commented, staring thoughtfully at where she thought his third eye was. "I mean, you have a condition that makes you hated wherever you go, and to have to live two thousand years with that seems an act of spite by God to me."
He was silent for a while, and they walked side by side for nearly a half a mile before he spoke. "I've never really contemplated my condition or why I am afflicted; all I have done is live bitterly and spitefully with it. You really are quite an interesting thinker, Miss Hallow." He flashed her a sharp-toothed smile and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks.
"Well thank you." She returned his grin with all of its sincerity and saw that his cheeks gained some color as well.
Emboldened by his flush, she commented, "You know, I think I've learned something from talking to you Three."
"Which is?" His two eyes were dancing, and she knew that his third was as well.
"I love you, Three."

[Horneddragon]

I love the story Sonia
and Azurans Nick name (Mr. Purple :3) now im gonna think that every time i see him xD

[EmberThorn]

and

(will write story later x)

[Sonmi-451]

Dot (f) and Fang (m)

"It's funny that people think society is civilized, Dot," Fang murmured, looking at his paper but not really seeing it, as he was lost in thought.
"What do you mean?" she whispered back, her eyes flickering over to him for a split-second. Even though she would never admit it, she found him semi-attractive, scales and all.
"Well, society is like an animal pack. At best, it cares for its loyal members; at worst, it maims and kills those who are different." He awoke from his trace of thought abruptly and started writing his essay, and, although it appeared he was single-mindedly focused on his paper, he really was listening wholeheartedly for Dot's response. Even though he could never tell her, he thought she had the most beautiful voice and he would sometimes start conversations with her just for the sake of hearing her speak.
"Are you talking about gay teen suicides and stuff like that?" She dropped her pencil on the floor, on purpose, and dove down to get it, actively bumping into him on her way up.
"Oh, sorry," she told him, despite the fact that she wasn't sorry at all.
"Oh, it's fine," he replied, giving her a very toothy smile. "And yeah, that's what I'm talking about. We all have to conform, right? And if we don't, we're to be hated by society." He shook his head in disgust at the injustice of it all. Society would have everyone fit a specific model and if they didn't, well, then society loathed and even hurt them for it.
"What happened today?" She picked up easily on the very big hint he was laying down; Fang wasn't very good at hinting.
"A lot of things happened today," he replied, trying to be as cryptic as possible. He looked over at her and had to resist the urge to hold her hand. She gave him on of her trademark get-to-the-point looks and he immediately began talking.
"Well, Brock and the other jocks-" his mouth twitched in a semi-smile at the look of disgust on her face "-thought it would be funny to slam me into my locker."
"What?!" she exclaimed loudly, slamming her hand on the table, attracting the stares of everyone else in the room. She didn't care, however; nothing mattered except for the fact that those jocks were going to get their butts kicked. "I'm going to kick their butts!"
"Miss Springer, please keep your voice down!" the teacher told her reprovingly, glaring at Dot over the top of her glasses.
"Oh shut up you old crone," Dot muttered to Fang, shooting the teacher a venomous look after the teacher had looked away from Dot.
Fang couldn't help himself from bursting out loud laughing; Dot was just too funny, even when she didn't try to be. Just another reason why he loved her with all of his heart and soul even though he was petrified to admit it.
"You are too funny," he told Dot quietly, meeting her beautiful blue gaze. He really did love her with all of his heart, even though he didn't have the courage to admit it.
Before he could think or do anything, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. Realizing what he was doing, he snapped out of the insanity that had gripped him for a second, but the damage was done.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Dot. I didn't mean to-" He was shocked into silence when she placed her finger on his lips and gave him an analytical gaze that made him feel like she was looking into his soul. Knowing Dot, she probably was.
"Did you mean it?" she asked him, her face completely empty and her tone completely serious.
"What?" He had no idea what in the heck she was talking about, although he was grateful for the fact that she hadn't cussed him out. Yet.
"Did you mean it when you kissed me?" she repeated, slowly and quietly, searching his face for a reaction.
"Um, well..." He had no idea what to say. Did he tell her how he actually felt? "Um, well..." Suddenly he decided that he was done with being just the friend. He wanted to be more; he wanted to be the boyfriend. "With all of my heart," he told her, giving her a small, sheepish smile.
"Well, Fang, would you like to date me?" she questioned, utterly solemn still. On the inside, she was about ready to die from happiness, but wouldn't let any such emotion show through to her face.
"I would love to Dot," he replied, the most sincere he'd ever been in his whole life. His grin grew bigger and he put his hand on hers.
"Well then Fang you have yourself a deal," she told him, a smirk crossing her face. This day was going great so far. It was going to be so much to beat up Brock and his posse later.


Lily (f) and Dan (m)

The speakers boomed pop music, so loud that I couldn't hear my own thoughts, let alone hear what my girlfriend Anne was saying to me.
"Anne, I can't hear you!" I shouted as loud as I could through the ruckus, then weaved my way through the crowd towards the bathroom. I really didn't need to go but I needed to get away from the sound before I went deaf.
I finally made it through the throngs of people and was getting close to the exit and ear relief when I ran into a girl.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I told her sincerely, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her to her feet. When I looked into her face, the whole world stopped.

She was beautiful. No, she was flawless. Shimmering honey-colored hair framed a radiant face that was topped off with a pair of the clearest, most stunning blue eyes I'd ever seen. I didn't even know her name, but I already knew I was in love with a one-of-a-kind girl.

You're the needle girl
In the haystack world

"Oh, don't worry about it," she told me, smiling reluctantly and revealing a set of perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth. Suddenly I recognized her.
"You're that Lily Evans girl, aren't you?" I asked bluntly, then immediately internally reprimanded myself for my rudeness. "Oh, sorry, that was really rude. Your name is Lily Evans, right? You're a really good singer and I really like your music." I smiled sheepishly, rather stunned to be meeting such an icon.
"Thank you. I'm really flattered." She returned my grin, seeming a little less reserved now.
"Yeah. I think you're great and it's really an honor to meet you." On an impulse, I took her hand in mine and raised it to my lips.
"A gentleman, hmm?" she murmured, gazing into my eyes. "And yet I still don't your name."
"Dan Kenzie," I replied instantly, still holding her hand. Suddenly I was incredibly conscious of the fact that there was only ten inches of space between us. I dropped her hand and backed up, mentally cursing myself for my stupidity.
"What's the matter?" she asked, her eyes becoming clouded with worry.
"Oh, nothing. I just need to get back to my friend." I looked over in the direction of Anne and jerked my gaze back onto Lily's stunning face.
"Oh, ok." Her face instantly fell and she was obviously disappointed; my heart fell right along with her face and I knew I wanted to see her again.
"Um, Lily, I would love to see you again," I told her, hoping desperately that she would share my feeling.
"Grumpy's Coffee, tomorrow at 10," she replied, then walked off in the opposite direction, leaving my nose full of her perfume and my head swirling with thoughts of her and those beautiful blue eyes.

What was I going to do? Anne and I had been set up by our parents when we were very little and I had always figured that I would marry her and we would live happily ever after. She and I had been best friends ever since we could walk and I trusted her more than any living soul. But I had fallen head over heels for Lily and I knew that I couldn't break my fall if I tried. To not marry Anne would be disobeying my family and disappointing my parents, but to not be with Lily would be disobeying my heart, and I didn't know which one was more important to me. I liked Anne, I really did, but I didn't know if I could live with myself if I married her and knew that my heart wasn't with her; I didn't think that I deserved that constant reminder and that Anne deserved to have a husband who wasn't devoted to her. I had finally decided: I had to tell Anne that sorry, she and I were over because I had been star-struck by a complete and utter stranger. I might have to listen to the disappointment from Anne and my parents for months or maybe even years but I knew that following my heart and my true love was worth it.

"Hi, Ms. McElroy, it's Dan, Dan Kenzie," I said loudly and slowly into the phone. Anne's mother had a hearing problem so you had to say everything at twice your normal volume and half your normal speed, and sometimes you still had to repeat yourself.
"Eh? Oh, Dan!" She finally recognized my voice and my tone and was seemingly ecstatic. "I'll go get Anne!" she trilled into the phone, then I heard her yelling like a drill sergeant," Anne! Anne, it's Dan!" and then Anne's light footfalls as she ran down the stairs.
"Hello?" she asked into the phone.
"Hey Anne, it's me," I murmured.
"Oh, hey Danny," she replied, and I could instantly hear her tone soften. It was going to be hard to break up with her.
"Anne, I need to talk to you about our relationship," I told her, clearing my throat and preparing for a whole lot of yelling.
"Ok." I could hear the suspicion and unease in her voice and I felt even more guilty.
"Anne, I'm breaking up with you," I told her, and, much to my surprise, got a whoop of happiness from the other end.
"Really? Oh my God that's awesome!" she cried, then realized she wasn't very polite. "I mean, I like you Dan, I like you a lot actually, but you're my best friend, not the guy I want to marry. Besides," she muttered in the phone, obviously trying to keep her voice down, "I'd do just about anything to mess with my parents and the plan they have for my life."
"I know I you feel," I said to her, then added, "By the way, you don't need to keep your voice down around your mom. She wouldn't hear a train whistle ten feet away."
She laughed, and I smiled to myself; even though Anne hated her laugh, I had always thought it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard. "That is so true. Bye Danny," she murmured.
"Bye Anne," I responded and then waited for her to hang up.
"10 at Grumpy's huh? See you in an hour, Lily Evans," I said to the wall.

"So how have you been, Mr. Kenzie?" Lily asked me while stirring her coffee with a red stir-stick, her blue eyes locked onto mine. Her voice was incredible melodic but so captivating that it was impossible to fall asleep listening to her, even if she was talking about the most boring subject in the world.
"Pretty good. I mean, it's only been twelve hours since we last saw each other, and no one I know has died or gotten hurt and nothing's blown up or been destroyed in that time, so I guess that's good," I replied sheepishly, lowering my head to stare into my latte to avoid drowning in her eyes.
"Well that's good," she agreed, and I could feel her gaze on the top of my head. A few seconds of awkward silence, during which I studied my stir-stick, and then, "Do you not want to look at me, Dan?"
I whipped my head up to see her looking at me, her eyes looking rather watery, and instantly I felt like a jerk.
"No, it's exactly the opposite Lily. I think you're too good for some ordinary person like me to look at. You have no idea how special you are, Lily." I covered her hand with mine and met her gaze evenly. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. You have no idea how much you mean to me," I murmured, losing myself in those sapphires of hers. "You have no idea..."
I leaned forward and kissed her. I don't know what I was thinking - if my league went through a big bang I wouldn't be good enough for her - but I kissed her anyways. And she kissed me back.
"I'm-" I started to say, but she placed a finger on my lips.
"Don't be sorry, Dan. Why should you be sorry for kissing me when I've been trying to get you to kiss me since we met last night?" Her eyes twinkled with mirth and satisfaction, and I immediately felt better about my actions. "Now, Dan, this is my number. Call me as much as you want, and if you don't call me at least once a day, I will not be happy." Her tone was still light and happy but I could tell she was very serious about what she said.
"Yes, ma'am, Miss Evans," I replied, my own eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Well then, Mr. Kenzie, I do believe we have ourselves a deal." She rose form her seat and walked towards the door, but I stopped her by calling, "Wait, Lily!"
She stopped in her tracks and turned around, asking, "Yes, Dan?"
"I do believe this is yours," I told her, then handed her a piece of paper with the words 'my heart' on it.

Lyrics from 'A Needle and Haystack Life' by Switchfoot

[horchata]

Its good ^^ I thought the gray one looked like a Gracie and the black one looked like a Chip, so I named them that when they were pups and decided they would be a couple ^^

[Sonmi-451]

Pet's name: Punisher and Pet's name: Annie

I peered through my binoculars at my target, thinking that it was a shame that I had to kill her.
She was beautiful; no, she was stunning. The gentle shape of her face, the fragility of her features, entranced me. Incredibly dainty high cheekbones were perfected by her pale skin, but it was her eyes that made her face so radiant.

They were pitch-black at the base, blacker than the darkest night I had ever seen. On top of the black, there was a blood-red tint that perfectly complemented the dark base color. But it wasn’t the color of her eyes that made them so beautiful; that honor belonged to their expression and aura. Her eyes glowed, with humor and intelligence and kindness, and they just had a magnetic quality that drew me like the tides to the moon.
She was perfect in every aspect of the word; it really was sad that I had been licensed to take her down. Oh well; a paycheck was a paycheck, and I needed one since it had been awhile since my last job.
I put my binoculars down and murmured to the girl that would never hear me, “Well, Miss Annie Kane, I’m afraid you pissed the wrong person off, which really is a shame since you’re kind of pretty.”

I knew I was being followed by someone but I really wasn't that concerned; I had no reason to be since I had never really made any enemies that I knew of. I sensed someone's presence and turned around to find nothing but the whisper of someone's existence on the wind. I pursed my lips in irritation and continued on my way, slipping my hand into my pocket where my knife lay. Whoever was tailing me would have a hard time taking me down, that was for sure. I had three black belts hanging up in my room at home, a can of Mace in my purse and six knives on various parts of my body. I also happened to be an ex-assassin, so I was pretty sure that whoever had been sent to follow me wouldn't have a very easy time of it.

My heart was pounding. She had almost seen me! I didn't like the way her hand crept into her pocket; my training and instincts told me she had a weapon, but my bleeding romantic heart didn't want to admit the fact that she might not have been as innocent as she looked. Well, she didn't even look that innocent. She walked like I did: with a wariness and dangerous aura that you could just feel. She walked like a killer, like an assassin, and I hated to think that she actually was another assassin. However, her being an assassin could explain why I had been hired to kill her; perhaps she had pissed off a client or killed the wrong person. But I couldn't help but feel drawn to her and those eyes, those beautiful, incredible eyes, despite the fact that I knew my paycheck - and my life - could be on the line.
I couldn't keep running forever. At some point I would have to stop and face my tracker, and then one of us would probably die, if he was an assassin like I knew he must be. I was determined that I wouldn't be the one to die though. It was kind of sad that one of us had to die at all, but I knew that it was me or him and it sure as heck wasn't going to be him.

"You can come out now; I'm done running," I said aloud to the dark alley I was standing in.
I tensed as something caused a clang and slipped my hand into my pocket, my fingers curling around my knife. I held my breath as something moved and out of the shadows stepped a man.

He was incredibly handsome, with a chiseled jaw and proud golden eyes that glimmered with anger and sadness. His hair was black with blonde highlights and it would have made him stick out in a crowd. He was very distinctive and definitely wouldn't blend in easily, but I had a feeling that he didn’t want to hide; he seemed too proud for that.
“You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked him quietly, locking my gaze onto his and resisting the urge to get sucked into his eyes.
“’Fraid so,” he replied shortly, a smirk quirking his lips. It was too bad that I was going to have to kill him because he was kind of cute.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that," I told him, smiling despite myself; his grin was contagious.
"Well, Miss Kane, if you tell me why I'm supposed to kill you, we might be able to work something out." He looked me in the eye and I could tell that he actually didn't want to kill me.
"To be perfectly honest, I have no idea," I answered truthfully. With me being an assassin, all of the enemies that I had made, if I had made any, were most likely dead.
"Do you remember making any enemies in your personal life?" he asked, and I shook my head. "How about at your work?"
I froze. "Should I tell him?" I thought to myself. "Um, well, I'm kind of an assassin," I told him
"I knew it," he murmured, locking his gaze on mine. "Do you think that you might have killed the wrong person once?"
"No. I don't make mistakes when it comes to my work," I responded shortly. I was almost insulted that he would suggest that I had made as big of an error as taking out the wrong person; I wasn't an assassin for nothing.
"Well why else would someone want to kill you?" he questioned bluntly, staring me directly in the eye. He was most likely right about the fact that something related to me being an assassin had made someone hire him, but I knew that it wasn't because I had assassinated the wrong person once; I wasn't that stupid or incompetent.
Suddenly a realization hit me like a punch. "The government," I murmured quietly, a grimace curling my lips.
"What?" He looked at me like I was crazy; I probably was since you had to be to be an assassin.
"The US government, they probably want me dead," I repeated, the dread of comprehension filling my stomach like lead. "I know too many government secrets after working as a serial-killer-killer, and so they probably view me as a liability that should be taken out."
"So you help the government and the American public by taking out the worst of the worst and they repay you by trying to kill you? I thought the government was better than that!" he exclaimed, taking me by surprise. Disgust oozed from his voice and I was grateful for him sympathizing with me.
"We both thought wrong then," I told him, just as disgusted as he was.
"Killing you and supporting this injustice isn't worth the money," he said, pulling his gun out of his pocket and dropping it on the ground. "I may be an assassin but I do have a conscience."
"So what do you suggest we do?" I asked him, staring him straight in the eye. "It's we now because, by choosing not to kill me, you have associated yourself with me and are, as we speak, probably being added to the government's most wanted."
"The only plausible thing is to leave the country together," he told me. "As much as I hate hiding, we can't stand against the government. They'd destroy us, and I'm not suicidal as of yet."
"Where do you want to go?" He really was gorgeous, and because of that, my interest in running away with him wasn't just to save my butt.
"Western Europe somewhere; Germany or Denmark perhaps." He smiled at me and came closer. "You know, I can't help but feel attracted to you," he murmured. His face was only a foot from mine now and my heart was starting to race. "You are very... enigmatic." He reached a hand up and cupped my face; our noses were almost touching now. "May I?" he asked quietly. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in and kissed me.
"Germany sounds great," I told him, a smile creeping across my face. Today had been a pretty good day.


Marla(f) and Marty(m)

"I'm gonna whitewash you, I'm gonna whitewash you!" Marty yelled, chasing after Marla. He finally caught up to her and dived for her feet, only to land face-first into a pile of snow as tall as Pikes Peak.
"How does that snow taste Marty?" Marla asked him as she stood over him, her hands on her hips. She almost fell over laughing when he pulled his head out and had snow in his eyebrows and on his eyelashes.
He then spat out a mouthful of snow and said, "How about you tell me!" Grabbing her by the feet, he pulled her down into the snow. He found it very convenient when she fell face-first into the snow pile as well.
"Well, Marla?" he asked her triumphantly after he got to his feet and brushed some of the snow off. It was his turn to laugh when she emerged with snow clumped in her hair and a very sour expression on her face.
"It tastes... very cold," she finally managed to say, after spitting out enough snow to build a snowman with.
They both started laughing and Marty offered Marla his hand. She accepted it without comment and smirked again when she saw his face.
"What?" He looked at her curiously, a grin crossing his face despite himself.
"You kinda have snow everywhere," Marla told him, her smile widening.
"You kinda do too," he told her in response, his grin also getting bigger.
“I guess we both look pretty funny then,” she said.
“You got that right.” He nodded his head in agreement and added, “But we generally look funny, so we should be used to it by now.”
“Um, no, you generally look funny,” Marla corrected. “I generally look fashionable and awesome, you just caught me on an off day.”
“And you’re really humble too,” Marty said sarcastically.
“Oh, I know, because I’m just amazing in every way.” She smiled at him and they both burst out laughing again.
Once they had both caught their breath, Marty commented, “You know, it seems like we can’t go a minute without laughing when we play together.”
“Well they say laughter makes you live longer, so I guess that’s a good thing.” Marla shrugged and looked at Marty.
“Well, I guess we’ll be the hundred-and-twenty-year-olds running around the nursing home laughing then,” Marty said, and this time they really did fall over laughing.
“You have snow on your eyelashes again,” Marla told him, carefully extending a finger and brushing it off.
“Thanks,” Marty said, smiling at her.
“You are quite welcome,” she replied, returning his grin. “Do you wanna go sledding now?”
“Sure, but I can’t stay for much longer since I have to be home by five.”

“Well, that was really fun; thanks for coming over today,” Marla told Marty as they sat at her kitchen table with pink cheeks, red noses and mugs of hot cocoa in their frozen hands.
“Well thanks for having me over today,” Marty replied, smiling at her almost sheepishly.
“You still have snow in your hair,” she said reaching up and brushing it off onto the table.
“Yeah.” He shrugged and added, “It’s kinda what happens when you spend five hours in the snow.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the time on the clock above the stove and exclaimed, “Oh crap! I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago!” He grabbed his jacket and pulled on his snow boots quickly, then turned to Marla and gave her a quick hug. “See ya tomorrow, and thanks for everything!” he told her as he walked out the front door.
“Bye Marty.” Marla waved at him as he left and then said to herself once he was gone, “He still has snow in his eyebrows.”

[horchata]

Wow, I never thought two huskeys could make such a long story! O.O It's really good.

[BPeppers]

Yes please. ^^ Oh, yeah, and it says he's 1/8 wolf...? You know that's actually a lot. Anyways, here:

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Beau and Scarflight. <33

[Sonmi-451]

Pet's name: BlackJack and Pet's name: Heart Beats

"Money isn't everything, you know."
"Now there you're wrong. Money is power and power is everything."

BlackJack sat in his office, looking at all of the achievements hung on his wall. Entrepreneurs Club, Millionaires Club, Billionaires Club, and a new one, Trillionaires Club. It seemed like everything in his life revolved around money – but to him, that wasn’t a bad thing. Money was all he knew, and money was all he needed to know. He didn’t have any desire for anything besides money, and since he was the richest person alive, his want for wealth was more than satisfied. Well, he didn’t just want money, he wanted power too, but power came with money, and he had lots of both. However, he knew in the back of his mind that he needed something else in his life besides his Franklins and Jacksons, and what he thought he needed was a lover. He didn’t want a wife, though; there was too much financial attachment involved in marriage, and he knew he couldn’t give up his precious greenbacks that easily. No, a casual, no-strings-attached relationship was what he was looking for, and he was determined to be in one, and soon.

Heart Beats sat alone at the table in the corner of the coffee shop that she had visited every day for the last ten years. With her iPod plugged in and her mind wandering ,she was completely at ease and relaxed. She loved this place; it was her second home, as she spent more time there than she did at her apartment. She was, unfortunately, startled out of her daydreams by a very loud commotion at the door, and pulled out her headphones so she could hear the full extent of the dialogue being exchanged.
“Please move away from Mr. BlackJack!” a high-pitched, nasally voice was yelling. Heart Beats peered curiously into the crowd that was forming at the door to find the owner of the voice: a short, stout little man who carried himself like he was a foot taller and at least ten times more handsome than he actually was. Heart Beats then looked around a little more to see exactly who this “Mr. BlackJack” was and why he was causing such a stir.

BlackJack knew she was the one from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Sitting in one corner of the coffee shop with a curious look on her face and her iPod in her hand, she was absolutely stunning. Her beautiful red eyes shone with an innocence that he hadn’t seen the likes of in a long time and her perfectly formed face, with its high cheekbones and straight white teeth, was most definitely the most radiant thing he’d ever seen. She – whoever ‘she’ was – was exactly what he wanted, no doubt about it.
“Hey.” BlackJack walked up the mystery girl and gave her his best smile.
“Um, hi,” she replied warily, looking up at him with an expression that was half-confused, half-inquisitive. Her eyes scanned him up and down, then rested on his face again, their puzzled look utterly stunning. “And who are you?”
He almost laughed at her question. Hadn’t she seen his face on the covers of magazines and his name printed in newspaper headlines already? “Don’t you already know?” he asked her in return.
“No. Why would I ask you who you are if I already knew?” She looked at him even more questioningly, her eyes begging for an answer to her question.
“Well, my dear,” he began, showing his large white teeth in an almost blinding grin, “my name is BlackJack, and I happened to be the wealthiest man on the planet.” He waited for her to swoon or gasp in surprise.
Instead she replied, “Mmoney isn’t everything, you know. I mean, there’s a lot more to life than money. After all, just look at me. I’ve got no money, but I’m about as happy as can be. Besides, having a lot of money can cause a lot of problems that I wouldn’t want to deal with.”
BlackJack was absolutely stunned. He had never encountered this kind of reaction to his way of introducing himself before. However, as he couldn’t lose his cool in front of the girl he wanted to date, he replied patiently, “Now there you’re wrong. Money is power and power is everything.”
She looked him up and down one more time and finally answered quietly, “Well, I feel bad for you if your world is money and power, because that definitely isn’t the kind of world I’d want to live in.” She then rose to her feet and began to walk away from him and towards the exit of the shop.
“Wait!” he called after her, desperately trying to stop her from leaving on him.
“What do you want now?” she asked irritably as she turned around to face him. Both hands were on her hips and an annoyed expression was on her face, but he never thought she had looked more beautiful.
“Your name – and, if you’d go with me, your company tonight.” He knew that he had about a .0001 percent chance of his invitation being accepted, but he figured that it was worth a shot. She was most definitely worth a shot.
“Well, my name is Heart Beats,” she answered, surprisingly smiling at him, “and you know, BlackJack, I think I might just go with you just to prove to you that money isn’t everything.”
“You’ve already proven to me that money isn’t everything,” he told her honestly, returning her grin. “Just the fact that you’re happier than I am and you have nothing and I have everything shows that money definitely isn’t everything. Would you still perhaps consider going with me to dinner tonight though?”
“As long as we either get fast food or go to a local, family-owned place.” Her smile was getting bigger and more beautiful by the second.
“That sounds like a plan.” His grin was stretching from ear to ear, just like hers. Tonight was going to be great.


Pet's name: Ellya and Pet's name: Faolan

Finally I had gotten another job; it had been so long since I had had one, and I found the lull in activity very boring. The best part was that this job might take awhile, since apparently my target was on the run since he knew someone was coming after him, so I wouldn't be bored again (hopefully) for a long time. Picking up my sword, dagger and bow and arrows, I gave the shining steel of my blades one last polish with the hem of my shirt and then slid them into their sheaths.
"This is going to be fun," I murmured, then realized that I hadn't yet read the information sheet on my soon-to-be victim. I unfolded the paper sitting on my pillow and looked through the victim's information.
"Name: Faolan. Age: 29. Height: Six-foot-three. Previous Occupation: Palace Guard. Location: Unknown (On the run). Appearance: See below picture," I read aloud, smirking at how easy this was going to be. I had taken down much tougher men than this Faolan and was looking forward to having a fun, less-challenging job. Now don't get me wrong, I liked challenge, but currently I was just hoping for an amusing job that would keep me entertained for a few days, or however long it took me to track down Faolan. I then unfolded the rest of the letter and gasped in surprise at the picture attached to it.

Faolan’s face was so incredibly familiar and unique that I could have picked it out of a crowd, although I don’t remember him being in crowds. In fact, the only memory of him that I had of him was accidentally bumping into him in a corridor in the palace so long ago that I couldn’t even remember when. However, it wasn’t just this familiarity and memory that made me gasp in surprise. It was how also how handsome Faolan was. With stunning, piercing blue eyes, spiky, reddish-black hair and chiseled features, he was probably the most attractive man I had ever seen. This fact made me think that it was too bad I had to kill him. Oh well; a job was a job and I certainly wasn’t going to ruin my reputation as an excellent assassin over a crush that I hadn’t really met.

I ran, ran as hard and fast as I possibly could, even though my lungs were burning as though they were on fire and I had no energy to run anymore. To be honest, I had no idea how I kept running; even the adrenaline of knowing my death was following me in the form of an assassin had been overcome by my tiredness and hunger and hurt. I paused for a second, my heart pounding so hard that I thought it might burst out of my ribcage and onto the ground in front of me. Panting pathetically, I shook my head and tried to make enough spit to at least make my mouth not feel like cotton balls, but found that I couldn’t. I guess the cotton-ball feeling was going to stay then. I looked around, noticing how even the trees around me seemed sinister when I was outrunning death, then listened closely and almost shouted out loud in relief. I could hear water! A new energy flooded my legs and I began to scramble towards the running water, following my ears to what could very well save me.

I had been following Faolan for two days now, the two most boring days of tracking I had ever experienced. I hadn’t seen a trace of him yet, not even footprints or bent grass, and I was starting to get annoyed. All I had wanted was a fun, three- or four- day track and kill, but, thanks to Faolan, I wasn’t even going to get that, which I found more than a little irritating. Oh well; I would catch him soon, like I always did, since no one had ever gotten away from me when I was determined to find them and kill them, and Faolan certainly wasn’t going to be the first. There was no way that I was going to be outsmarted by an ex-palace guard with no food or weapons; it just wasn’t going to happen. As I scanned along the creek I had found for any signs of him, I almost gasped aloud in surprise at what I saw no more than two hundred yards away from me.
“Faolan,” I murmured, pulling out my binoculars to verify that it was him. After looking at him through my binoculars, there was no doubt in my mind that he was indeed Faolan; the only problem was that he was even cuter in person. Wait, what was I thinking?! Mentally slapping myself, I narrowed my eyes and became even more determined to kill him quickly, lest I get any more weak thoughts.

I stopped drinking from the creek as I heard a branch crack a little ways upstream from me. Instantly I was alert and on guard, knowing that it could very well be the assassin sent to kill me or a robber wanting to take my nonexistent money and possessions. Balling my fists and rising slowly to my feet, making sure to be as quiet as possible, I peered with narrowed eyes up the creek to try to see my company. Seeing nothing didn’t set me at ease one bit; if anything, I became even more suspicious because I knew they – whoever they were – could easily be hiding in any of the huge trees surrounding where I stood, and I thought to myself that I really needed to pick my geography better next time. If there was going to be a next time. I heard a bush behind me rustle and whipped around to see nothing. It was then that I heard a voice behind me call my name.
“Faolan?” the voice called, and I whipped back around to see a beautiful woman with radiant brown eyes and long brown hair standing before me.
“Yeah, that’s me. And who are you?” As much as I was taken by her beauty, I knew that she could very well be someone dangerous and, since I very much intended to stay alive as long as possible, I wasn’t going to take any chances.
“The person who has been sent to kill you.” She smiled a crooked smile at me and I knew that I was done for.

“Don’t worry Faolan, I’ll make it quick and easy,” I whispered in his ear as I stood beside him and slowly drew my dagger. “It’ll be merciful and as gentle a death as I can give you.” I smiled that smile I always did right before I killed someone, the grin that said no one got away from me, and was about to stab him in the small of the back, an almost instant death, when I felt him grab me so hard that I dropped my blade and pull me around to face him head-on.
“You never did answer my question, dear. Now who are you?” he asked me quietly, his incredible sky-blue eyes searching my face. I was almost mesmerized by those eyes, but forced myself to snap out of it and focus on my objective: killing him.
“It is none of your concern,” I answered coolly, stalling for time so I could think of plan. Suddenly it came to me exactly what I should do, Jerking my knee quickly upward, I was expecting to hit him hard in the groin and send him reeling, but instead I felt pain run up my leg from my knee and saw that he had block my shot with his own leg.
“Not so fast, dear. And I do believe I deserve to know who you are, considering that you’re trying to kill me.” This time he smiled, and it was that smile alone that made me relent.
“My name is Ellya,” I told him, staring him down and trying to get the mental edge on him. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work.
“Ellya, hmm?” he murmured quietly, looking down on me as he tried to read me. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He gave me another grin and I felt his grip loosening. However, my desire to kill him was also diminishing. “So, Ellya, who hired you?”
“The Royal Family, of course,” I answered, allowing myself to smile back at him. His grip was completely slack now, but I had no desire to break free.
“Of course.” His face hardened in a moment of anger and then returned to its normal, handsome state. “Well, Ellya,” he murmured gently, rolling my name off of his tongue in a way that I really like, “what do you say that we just leave this whole killing-me business alone, hmm? I find you incredibly attractive and I can tell you find me somewhat attractive, so how about we just call it even?”
As much as duty and instincts and my job as an assassin told me to say no, my human tendencies were screaming yes, and, well, the loudest one won.
“Ok, Faolan. I do believe we have a deal.” I smiled back at him and he dropped my hands in return.
“Ok, good.” He grinned down on me, then told me, “Ellya, there is one piece of unfinished business between us.” And then he kissed me.