Lay Me Down To Rest

Tell me what is wrong with me
And lay me down to rest
I can't keep my eyes open any longer
I'm slipping away

Words don't come to me
No longer
Writing this poem
I need you here beside me

The touch of your hand on my face
Your hot lips tasting mine
The comfort I feel, being wrapped in your arms
Listening to your heart beat as I fall asleep

It's wrong
The shadows surround me
But nii-sama, I love you
And I know you do too

I'm falling asleep, nii-sama...
I'm falling asleep
I'm scared
I need you next to me

It hurts to be alone
It hurts to wait alone
Yet I'm happy
Just to read your words

Kill me, nii-sama
Put an end to this pain
Hold me close and kiss me
Then shut my eyes and pray

My eyes are closing
I can't hold them open for long
Voices sink to a whisper
As I go back to my sleep

Against you
Listening to the lullaby
Of your heart beating
And your warmth protecting

Me
Your sleeping beauty

~Rukia~

02Jam

For most of his life, she had been the only one he had ever thought of. Her long beautiful brown hair swishing about her shoulders as she played her guitar, large dark eyes captivating enough to hypnotize anyone that stared into them, laughter evident as she played the last few unique notes of a song.

Yes, for most of his life, Amber had been the only girl he had ever thought of.
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"Hey... Hey! Hey, Jou!!" Terry called out as he ran down the corridors of Kalliope Hall, weaving in and out of Jammers to catch his friend. "Eh?" Joey turned, hefting his Bass over his shoulder and drawing a few admiring sighs and giggles from some girls passing by him. "Hey, Terry. What's going down?"

"Have you- Have you seen Amber?" Terry panted, leaning an arm on a wall for support.

"Ambernite? Lady Ambernite?" Jou began to grin. "Oh yeah.. She's heading for Thalia today with her friends. Ya know... you should just tell her if you like her that much. Don't wait and stick it out or one day you'll wake up and find out that she's already taken."

"Shut the hell up, Jou..." Terry growled. "I just asked you if you'd seen her, not your opinion on when I should court her or-"

"Have you heard? They're releasing Fantasy on the 24th!" a girl's excited voice floated to his ears, followed by sounds of agreement and excitement.

"That's just great! I've been meaning to try out some new songs myself, other than Aiming High!"

"You haven't mastered the song yet, Shari... All I hear are random gibberish sometimes."

"Well, I'll show you one person who has mastered the song... in THREE days... Amber!"

Terry looked up to see Amber and her group of friends go walking by, laughing and joking together. Amber's head was slightly lowered, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. "It wasn't three days!" she protested. "It took me relatively a week before I got to play with mnimal Misses."

"But you didn't take any breaks!" Shari countered. "We literally had to pull you away from Kleo and force you to sleep and eat!"

Amber's blush intensified. "Yeah, I know... stupid idea... but you know how determined I can be sometimes..."

"I sure do." Jou waltzed up to them, making them stop in their tracks. "So... how bout this, girls. You, me in a private Kleo room, playing some Soul... whaddya say?" The three girls giggled at his words, Shari and Ginger agreeing immedieately. Jou turned his gaze to Amber, but she shook her head. "Nope. I'm heading to Thalia by myself today. Sorry, Jou."

"No problem, sweetheart. But ya know.. in case you get lonely..." Jou turned slightly and winked at Terry. "But anyway, I'll see you around, Lady Ambernite. Now, ladies.. if you would follow me..." He led his group away, leaving Amber and Terry behind.

Terry flushed beet red as Amber turned a questioning gaze on him, and cleared his throat. "Umm... I, errr... Amber, I.."

"Amber! Wanna spar for a bit?" A boy at the end of the corridor yelled loudly, effectively interrupting what Terry was going to say.

Amber turned. "Not today, Nolan. I'm in casual today. Heck, I'm even hiding my tail and wings!" she laughed, referring to the dragon-like accessories she always wore when she spent the day sparring.

Nolan made a face at her. "Please? I swear we'll play Call Me Again.. and V3... and Bride In Dream NX...."

Amber blinked at the mention of her favourite songs. "I... Oh well, fine. Terry, would you like to join me?"

Terry straightened in shock, then nodded in amazement. "Sure."

Nolan gave a crow of joy. "Room 28! Let's go!"
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Each time a Jammer played a certain song, it always came out in his or her unique way. It reflected the Jammer's soul and personality, and watching Amber strum her guitar to create a note that sounded like the low breath of a dragon, Terry felt that whatever she played reminded him of sophistication.

She was hard to get, and it was a clear message for those not worthy enough of her familly to stay away.

But how could he, when she was the only love of his life?

(Flashback)

The large Kalliope hall intimidated Terry as he entered slowly, hearing music of every kind drift to his ears. All around him, Jammers chatted to each other, some carrying instruments, others empty-handed or with other stuff. One or two ohms bounced by, following their owners, someone with an Angel Wing accesscory easily evaded the crowd by swooping overhead. He was here at last, registered as a Jammer... but where should he begin?

Keeping his eyes ahead of him, Terry wandered into the crowd, feeling out of place as he listened to snatches of eager conversations about Songs, Misses and how fast the tempo could get. He never noticed the girl in front of him stop to let someone pass by her, and ran smack into her back, bouncing off her Dragon Wings.

"Kyaa!" she fell as well, forwards, and for a while there was a bit of chaos. "Amber! Amber!" A girl helped her to her feet. "Are you alright?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." The girl named Amber steadied herself on her friends's shoulder. "Where's my Dragon's Breath? Nii-sama got it for my birthday, and he'll be disappointed if it's broken."

"It's right here, not a scratch on it as well." Another girl picked up the guitar from where it had fallen and pushed it back into Amber's hands before turning to scowl at Terry. "Can't you see where you're going? You could've hurt her!"

"Yeah," the first girl agreed. "Watch where you're going next time, newbie." With that, they walked away. Amber hung back and offered him a hand, pulling him up. "Sorry 'bout that," she whispered, smiling. "They act like my bodyguards just because I come from a high class family. But no worries, I'm not hurt." She pushed up her red sunglasses to reveal large, dark eyes. "I'm Amber. Oh... and if you're lost... the beginner's class is that way." She pointed down the corridor from where he had just came from. "Just go striaght and turn left. You won't miss it. I'll see you around, then. Have a good Jam." She turned and winked, hurrying off after her friends.

Terry was left dumbfounded from where she left him, until a tap on his shoulder caught his attenttion. "Yo. First day here and you're digging that chick, huh?" A teen older than him and carrying a Bass Guitar said. "Interesting... I didn't know kids nowadays are brave enough to do that kind of stuff on their first day here."

"I wasn't!" Terry turned red, furious. "She helped me, that's all!"

The handsome boy laughed and held up his hands. "Relax, I was just messing around with you, that's all. The name's Joey, or Jou for short. And you are?"

"Terry."

"Well, let me tell you, Terry..." Jou hooked an arm around his shoulders and began guiding him to the beginner's class. "Lady Ambernite is a very hard-to-get girl. She comes from one of the noble famillies on 02Planet, and trust me... she is rich. The problem is... you mess with her, you're messing with the head of her clan as well. Her older brother is the head of her clan, and what more, I heard he's in love with her. Amber was adotped into his familly, see? So it's okay if he marries her. However, I'm just warning you. Don't try messing around with Amber. You'll really, really regret it. Here's your class. Good luck, newbie!"

Terry found himself pushed into a room, but he was still thinking about Amber's eyes....

(End of Flashback)

He sighed as the music started. He just needed to try harder to live up to her familly's expectations.

Another Zaraki thingy...

A/N: 1) Umi, there's no way Mayuri could be sexier than Zaraki, cause yeah... Kurotsuchi-taichou is kinda hot when we don't see him in that freaky uniform.... but I STILL say Zaraki's hotter!

2) Ichigo is NOT yours, Khayma. He belongs to Umi and me. I'm locking you in the Library's Resting Room when I have the chance, you IRRITATING FREAK SPECIMEN OF NATURE!!!

3) Completely off topic, I make it a point to state again that Dante is mine, Shyam... And I declare war because you CANNOT be married to him, not when my BOYFRIEND is willing to roleplay Dante for my sake.

4) Zaraki is hot. Believe it. Or Yachiru will come after you...
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Whispers... Sometimes the night whispered to her, bringing back memories of her sister, Hisui. Kamaitachi Ryorin sat on the roof of the Eleventh Division's barracks, clutching at a jade around her neck, eyes staring blankly at nothing. The still emptiness of the night tormented her, seemingly loud and deafening though there wasn't a sound to be heard. Shaking, she pulled the cloak she had wrapped herself in closer around her seemingly small figure, and immedieately loosened it again in disgust. Dammit! Why was she shaking all because of a nightmare? Hisui's death had been real.. she had been the one to cause it.. but it was over now! She couldn't turn back time, so why was she so affected? Growling, she tore savagely at the jade at her neck and threw it as far out as she could, watching as it landed somewhere in the Eleventh Division's gardens.

She had expected to feel a bit of relief, but strangely, it didn't help at all. If anything, she just felt empty.

A tiny whisper of wind was all it took for Ryorin to be alerted of an intruder, and she leaped aside, barely missing a stone that had whizzed at her head. Rage mounting at the culprit, she began to unsheath Tsume, when a very irritated Zaraki appeared in front of her, holding her broken jade. "Dammit, gal... This yours?" he snarled, rubbing the back of his head. "Did'ja hafta fuckin' throw it right at t'spot where I was napping? Ain't nice t'get hit when yer sleepin', I tell ya."

"Sorry, taichou..." Ryorin muttered, looking anywhere but at the broken jade in his huge palm. "Won't happen again. Promise."

"Hn." Zaraki closed his fist around the two halves of stone when he saw that she wasn't going to take it. "What's wrong now, gal? Ya look wasted."

"Ain't nothing, taichou." Ryorin dropped back into her sitting position. "It's too damn quiet, that's all."

"An' it's about t'get quieter." Zaraki glared and sat as well, giving an almighty yawn. "Ya better not make a sound, ya hear me? One peep outta ya an' I'll toss ya into a cell fer a day."

"Whatever."

"Ch. Watch yer mouth too." Zaraki stretched out and after stashing the Jade away in a hidden pocket, closed his eyes to resume his sleep.
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It wasn't as tormenting as before.

Ryorin realized belatedly that she could breathe easily now that her captain was nearby. Zaraki's eight-foot stature seemed to scare away all the voices that had been whispering in her ear since she woke up shaking... and talking about that, she wasn't even shaking now.

No, she had lasped into a somewhat better position, her tensed muscles relaxed. Ryorin sighed and smiled to herself. It was comfortable to have Zaraki's presence around. His silent strength and presence indirectly fueled her will to dismiss her fears, to throw them away to the wind. And then she realized, Zaraki was always there to lend her a bit of his strength, no matter where they went. Be it napping in the shadows with one leg propped up and zanpakutoh against his shoulder, or simply stretched out on a roof, his silence was always comforting to her, and it made her feel better in ways she hadn't known.

Ryorin chuckled and stretched out as well, cuddling against her taichou's broad back. Screw not disturbing him. Screw getting thrown into the lockup. She just wanted his nearness now.
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The next morning, she woke up in a bed, covers pulled warmly to her chin. Stretching and sitting up, she yawned and scratched her head, noting that the sun's rays were shining brightly through the bars of her cell. Her broken jade had been repaired, and sitting next to it was a box of sake bottles and a scribbled note.

Oi gal,

I did warn ya, didn't I? Yer gonna spend t'day in here. I got yer stone fixed by that sick guy... what's his name again... yeah... Ukitake. So celebrate and drink till yer drunk. If ya get bored, Madarame's in the next cell, wasted. He'll know how t'get t' ya.

Zaraki Kenpachi

Ryorin smiled and laughed, picking up a bottle. "Here's t'ya, taichou... fer being t'best taichou in t'world!"

For A Bit of Love

A/N: I miss my Byakuya-niisama!! (cries) I dunno why... but I simply miss him!!

Sigh... anyway.... fic from my heart....
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For once, she just wanted to know how it felt like to have a true brother. Everyone was just too busy to fawn over her, so she created a world in which she was safe, often retreating behind another, darker personality to guard her easily wounded heart.

In the end, that wild, dark side of her took over, freezing her heart to any feelings of conscience or hurt, showing her the freedom of going wild, letting loose, rebelling against everything she had been taught before. And she simply loved the feeling it gave her. Each time she did something, each time her sharp tounge hurt others, each time she gave someone a reason to hate her, it slashed at her heart, leaving a deep wound, but because it was frozen solid, no pain was felt. Not even the slightest bit of remorse.

But even so, not all shields hold. The first time she met him, he was a funny, kind man six years older than herself. Her second crush. She had long given up on her first, becoming normal friends with him instead, and gave her love to this man instead. He gave her the attention she craved, spoke kind words to her... but broke her heart in the end. And that night, in so many years, she cried.

She never cried again after that. Nor did she trust another man.

But as the years passed, her yearning for someone to give her his attenttion, to be close to her and hug her at night, staying by her side till she fell asleep grew. She longed for a brother, for someone to look up to, for someone to bully yet still love her, for someone who could tame the dark side within her. The ice around her heart, thick as it may seem, somehow began melting on the inside, collapsing within itself, while the outer layer stood as firm as ever.

It began touching the frozen wounds, thawing them.. and for the first time since she hid herself inside... the little girl saw the sunlight again. Alone behind a locked door, she cried herself to sleep, pouring out her anger, misery and grief at being alone. It went on... and it still went on.

A loner and a person that talked to herself often, she retreated into the world she created again, this time painting a more vivid picture of what she wanted to be alike and how she wanted life to be like, but this only served to bring about more grief to herself. Standing in front of the mirror, she knew she could never be the person she wanted to be. She would never be the emerald-eyed, black haired intelligent and strong beauty of her making, never live in complete freedom, never know how it feels like to have someone love her.

So many cold nights, and she passed all of them mourning for the brother she never had. Oh, how she longed to cuddle up with an older brother during rainy days, get bullied, put her head in his lap and feel his hand on her forehead as she drifted off to sleep with a smile, knowing someone would be there for her, feeling his comforting presense..... She would never have the privelage to feel all that.

Then... her world began to crumble as she reality of growing older hit her. Her make believe guardian disappeared, causing her to scream out in silent agony each time she cried, venting out her frustrations in the form of songs or writing. Her dark side, tamed now, stayed faithfully with her, but what could a reflection do for comfort? She wanted someone to comfort her... but she had no one...

For a bit of love...

I am that girl that cries out each time in her heart for the craving need of affection. I am that little girl that so long ago tried to take her own life because of frustration, desprate need and depression. I froze myself, I didn't allow myself to be influenced by my consience, and I hurt others as easily as taking a blade and cutting a line through your skin. And I don't feel the hurt I put on others or myself.

But despite all that, I still cry at night behind the locked door of my room. I'd go up, turn on the radio, put a cd on, curl up on the bed with a pillow in my arms and cry and cry and cry for hours on end. I tried to take my own life again... last year... but it didn't turn out. I'm afraid of death.

I'd do anything, just for a bit of love. Just to feel a warm hand on my forehead and and to hear a quiet voice before I sleep. Just to have someone.... or anyone say that they love me, or they're proud of me. Just to be able to stop the tears that flow so easily from my eyes like what is happening now.

Anything....

Just for a bit of love......

During The Night

A/N: Oi veigh.... I've been obsessed with the Eleventh Division recently, thanks to peroxidepest17's drabbles on Fanfiction.net. And yeeessss..... I DO think Zaraki is hot, Umi.... much hotter than MAYURI-taichou of yours, wahahahha!

Ahem, no offence... Please don't kill me and take back your posters in school tomorrow? Pleassseeeeeee? (puppy eyes)

Anyway, umm... maybe a little something about my OC and Zaraki-taichou?
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Kamaitachi Ryorin just loved the night, where she could sit and stroke Zaraki-taichou's hair all she wanted, brushing them free of tangles and washing it clean of the super-strong hair gel and sweat that had been stuck there during the day. Now, as she worked on the second spike, the first all de-tangled and washed and brushed to a smooth texture, the tiny bells on the other spikes tinkled softly as she pushed his head forwards so she could get a better grip.

Normally, no one would've dared to do that, only Yachiru did, but Ryorin was fearless now as she ran her fingers through his hair. Zaraki would never hurt her.

And Zaraki Kenpachi, the intimidating giant of a man that struck fear into the hearts of most Shinigami, now sat quietly in front of her, leaning his weight carefully aginst her legs as she worked on his hair. No word was spoken between them, even when the brush dragged through his hair, Ryorin trying to be as gentle as possible, enjoying each other's silent presence. Each bell was carefully taken off at the end of every night, kept in a special box with little compartments for each of them.

No word had been said for the past three hours. Three hours? Had it really taken that long to completely clean out his hair with spray and water and other stuff? Yes.... it had.. and three hours had passed with Ryorin peacefully running her fingers through her taichou's strangely silky curtain of hair. Zaraki left her to her administrations, leaning back with a relaxed sigh, still careful not to put too much weight on her legs, and started talking about the day's events.

"This mornin'.. you hurt during sparrin', girl?"

"No, taichou. A bit bruised, that's all."

"Good, cause I threw you, Yumi an' that Bald-Head off hard."

"Ain't nothing that hurts me much, taichou."

Zaraki rolled his one visible eye and muttered, "Language, girl. Remember how I told ya to speak when we're alone?"

A smile crossed Ryorin's lips. "Speak like a normal lady. Ain't no boy here to see ya talk rough except me, an' I ain't gonna let no one see ya talk like one of those pansies out of our Division."

There was an approving grunt. "Good. Now talk like one. Yer a girl after all, an' it's already hard enough t' teach Yachiru to speak nicely."

Ryorin's fingers paused in his hair. "Hai, taichou."
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"There's a scratch on yer neck."

"Yumichika and I were sparring this afternoon. Nothing to worry about, tai... Zaraki."

The roles had been reversed, and Ryorin was now curled comfortably in Zaraki's lap while the captain, not so intimidating now, ran his fingers through her hair. His chest rumbled in reply as he took in Ryorin's words. Ryorin was loyal to him, extremely loyal, just like Yumi and Ikkaku, and she would never leave him. The only times he let her drop formalities were times like this, and even so, she found it hard to call him simply by his name.

"What happened between you an' Yama-jii today, gal? Ain't all the time that he calls one o' my Lieutanants to the First."

Ryorin stiffened slightly, causing Zaraki to pause. "It's nothing to worry about."

"Ryorin..." The note in her captain's voice was warning.

"Renji is now captain of the Third Division, and Kira-kun is captain of the Fifth." Ryorin's voice was soft. "Soutaichou wants to put me under Renji as his Vice-captain."

Zaraki was quiet for a while, then he started to chuckle. "Well, what're you gettin' so worked up on, gal? Ain't much trouble to be Vice to that Red-Head. You could teach him a thing or two there."

"But tai.. I mean, Zaraki, I-"

"Don't sound like that goddammed bastard Madarame. I've had enough with his lil' speeches 'bout loyalty. Well, loyalty my foot. I'll be yer captain and yer captain always till kingdom come, ya hear me, Kamaitachi Ryorin? Now you get out there an' serve that Red-Head like you served me. An' kick his ass once in a while durin' sparrin', alright?"

Ryorin leaned back against him and took a deep breath, breathing in his earthy scent. "Hai... taichou."

Zaraki grunted. "It's getting late, gal. Get to bed."

"Hai, oaysumi nasai, taichou." Ryorin stood up, followed by Zaraki, and her gave her a rough hug before letting her go.
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The next day, Ryorin left for the Third Division, and Zaraki had to tame his hair on his own.

The second night, Yumichika did it for him, and he realized with some kind of belated regretfullness that it hurt to pull on his hair.

The third night, Aizen struck to test the strength of Soul Society. The Third Division was one of those that was sent to the Living World to fight off the Arrancar.

And after the fourth night, Zaraki decided to leave his hair in it's spikes, eventhough it hurt to sleep with them.
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Zaraki trudged back to the Eleventh Division, feeling tired though he would never show it. The bells at the ends of his hair was so clogged with dirt and grime now that it hardly made a sound when he moved. But still he refused to have the spikes taken out, even with Yumichika warning him that he might lose most of his hair soon...

A soft but powerful rieatsu filled the air as he neared his quarters, and he looked up, growling, zanpakutoh at the ready to kill off whoever it was that dared enter his quarters without his permission, only to see a familliar figure sitting at the window.

"Ryorin?"

Ryorin turned from where she was leaning against the window frame and looking out at the sky, a small smile on her lips. "Thought I wouldn't come back huh, taichou?"

Zaraki said nothing but swept her up in him arms, giving her a tight hug, and setting her down in the chair sitting in the middle of the room, sitting before her, maniacal grin firmly back in place.

"Heh, get to work, ya little Weasel. Ya know what to do."

~Owari~

Blue Winter

A/N: Lol... went out for a spin and came back all hyped, so..... here it is, then.... Initial D fandom!
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Snow was falling silently in small flakes outside the window, a signal that Winter had finally decided to reveal her stunning performance. In the warm kitchen, the tapping of a laptop's keyboard sounded soothing to the man busily typing up an assignment. As if sensing the snow's fall, Takahashi Ryosuke stopped and looked up at the window. The man was always associated with Winter, most probably because he was as cold as the season, but deep down, he had a totally warm personality, a personality only glimpsed by those who knew him well. "Well, well.... it's snowing." Ryosuke got up and walked over to the window, smilling faintly. "Any minute now..."

From the other end of the compund he was facing, there was a shriek of joy, and the sounds of mechanical instruments toppling over in someone's haste to get to the door. A few seconds later, (after all the clanging and banging), Akamatsu Arisa pushed up the door of the garage where all their cars were kept for the time being to keep them safe from the snow. The look on her face was one of excitement, and mischevious glee, that just added to the streak of grease across the bridge of her nose. Another second later, and his brother, Takahashi Keisuke, poked his blonde head out of the door, muttering something under his breath as he looked up at the sky with wondering blue eyes masked behind green lenses. Yet another moment and... "ANIKI!!! IT'S STARTED SNOWING!!!"

Ryosuke sighed, grabbing a coat and a scarf that had been hanging ready behind the door, prepared for the snow that had been threatening to fall for the past few days. "I hear you otouto," he called back as he joined them.

"Ryosuke!" Risa yelled gaily, waving a hand that still (miraculously) clutched a spanner. "It's started to snow!!! We can start the ice runs now!"

Ryosuke stopped right before her and tried rubbing the grease away with his thumb, but soon gave up when the oil decided to stay put. "You're pretty eager, Risa. I take it that the both of you are done with the Winter modifications?"

"Running a test check on them now, aniki," Keisuke said dutifully. "Well.... er, going to run a test.... Risa knocked oer some stuff when he saw that it had started snowing."

"Well, you KNOW I love snow, Kei.." Risa grinned and playfully pinched his ear. "I'm not called the Ice Princess of Tochigi for nothing, you know!"

Keisuke laughed. "Of course you are. And I'm the Yellow Lightning of Akagi that can kick your royal frozen ass anytime, Princess."

"And I'M the feared White Comet of Akagi." Ryosuke's voice, though filled with amusement, brought both racers back to earth with a hard thump, rapping them on their heads to remind them that their superior was standing right in front of them, and they shouldn't flaunt their skills in front of a more experienced racer. "I'm still superior to the both of you, if I remember correctly."

Risa smiled teasingly. "Certainly, Takahashi-sama. Would you like me to serve you your tea now?"

"In a maid's outfit, aniki?" Keisuke smirked as well.

Ryosuke faked a cough to show that he got the message as well. "If the both of you are done, take a run on Akagi tonight to test the touge. Risa, you're the expert on ice here, so you should be in your element."

Two confident smiles met his words. "Hai!"
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A shappire blue Mazda Rx7 Spirit R's rotary engine hummed gently as the owner warmed the car up. Next to it, a yellow Mazda Enfini Rx7 FD3S revved it's engine loudly. "Keisuke..." Risa frowned lightly, annoyed. "You scared me. Don't do that."

Keisuke laughed. "Koi, I'm doing it to pull rank on you. I'm still better, see?"

"Hell no. Didn't you hear Ryosuke?" Risa argued. "This is my element. I'll thrash your butt tonight!"

"Sou desu ka?" A wicked gleam entered Keisuke's eye. "Well... how about a race, then? If I win, I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. If you win, you get to use my credit card for a week."

Risa's eyes narrowed as she accepted his challenge. "Fine, then. Takahashi Keisuke, prepare to lose all your money to me!"

"Ha ha ha! We'll see, princess....."
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5. No Love At All

Anime: Devil May Cry
Title: No Love At All
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): Jade
Warning(s): None
Summary: Jade could never find the love she craved for.
A/N: Inspired by one of Divine-Star's drawings again. This time titled Safe In My Arms. makes me wish Saprda was my father... again... Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/26032052
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She could always remember how her father held her brother in his arms while he slept, and while she looked in from the doorway. Father always did favour her brothers over her, and as much as she longed for him to do the same to her... she knew, it would never come to pass.

The only attention Jade got was from her mother, a mortal Priestess taken away one night to serve the demons for eternity. One daughter, two sons. Mariya had not thought about having a daughter, and so left her with the females. Boys were better and always would be, he had once said. Her mother Dylena had killed herself, and Jade fled the Clan.

Her heart longed for someone to hold her till she fell asleep, someone to at least show some affection for her. Her brothers, the older too cold to talk to, the younger too reckless to be with, both were too busy for her. Her father considered her to be a nusiance, and her mother... the only person who had ever had time to sit with her... was gone.

Maybe it's just fate, Jade thought to console herself. Miles away from her homeland, she was alone. But then again... the word 'alone' was part of her life.

Or was she, really?

A hand reached out to her from where she sat, curled up against herself, under a small shelter, and she looked up to meet icy blue eyes.

"If you have no place to go to, why not work for me?"