Vampria227

 Red roses, pink tulips, bright sunflowers. You loved the variety of flowers in your corner flower shop. You didn't mean to be rude but the recent funerals brought plenty of customers to your little no-named store. However, your coworker Aerith was not in today, leaving you to deal with the mob. "Here are your black roses sir!" "Please wait for your carnations ma'am!" "Stop playing with the cactus you dumb kids!" The day seemed to drag on with sniffling women and impatient men, requesting and demanding flowers for their lost loved ones. By evening, the crowds had died down. You were sweeping up dirt from a spilled plant. ding...

     "T-These are for you!" A bouquet of white carnations was thrusted into your face. "I hope you like them..." a timid voice spoke behind them. You took the carnations, peeking through them to see your deliverer. "Hanatarou?" you asked the slightly blushing dark-haired boy infront of you. He nodded slowly and stood awkwardly. You smiled at him and looked back down at the carnations. "Um... Hana-kun?" he looked back up at you. "An odd number of carnations is a death threat." Hanatarou's face turned pale. You started to giggle at his shocked expression. "But it's still a sweet gesture." You kissed his cheek. Hanatarou fainted.

Thunder roared, shaking the earth. Lightning flashed blindingly bright. It reminded him all to well of that night. 'Three years...' He walked down the path. 'Three years since that night.' His head hung in sorrow. 'Gone... Gone for three years...' He stopped infront of two tombstones. 'It's my fault... My fault they're gone...'[1] The memory of that night ran through his head as he fell to his knees. The clouds felt his mourning and wept for him. The sky's tears mixed with his own as he read the names inscribbed on the two granite stones. 'Jill Valentine - November 23, 2006' '[Y/N] [L/N] - November 23, 2006'

     You laid on the couch, enjoying the quiet hotel room. L sat in his usual chair, reading over notes and files. The rest of the Taskforce was out for the day, giving you (and you were sure L) time to relax. "Hey, Ryuzaki?" you looked up at him. He looked over the papers he held in his hand at you with his wide, dark eyes. "Yes, ~~~~~?" "We're supposed to have fake IDs to hide our identity from Kira, right?" L turned back to the papers. "Yes, that's correct." You sat up and moved closer to him. "So do you mind if I give you another alias?" L sighed, not looking up from the papers. "If you wish." You wrapped your arms around his

     Demyx sat on his bedroom floor, tuning his sitar. He had several music sheets scattered around him. Some were crumpled into balls, some had large "X"s on them. He had spent ours trying to come up with a new song, but to no avail. He gave up and set his sitar down. Lying on his bed, Demyx stared at the ceiling till he began to drift off to sleep.      The sky was set ablaze with hues of orange and red from the sun set. On a grassy hill, beneath a shady tree, Demyx sat with you in his lap. His arms held you against his chest. You shifted slightly so you could look at him. "Demyx?" you sp