The Drabble Kingdom

“Killua?” Gon stared at his friend across the table, his eyes narrowed determinedly. “Are you okay?” he demanded, watching as Killua cringed away from the food that was on the table like he had been doing for the last few days. It was weird because the food at that moment in time was chocolate and Killua liked chocolate, he disliked peppers.. right?

Killua let out a disgruntled grumble and his stomach soon mimicked the noise when he warily eyed the chocolate lava cake across in front of him. “I’m fine,” he mumbled and looked away, hoping and praying that Gon would just let it go.

“Then why aren’t you eating?”

Killua twitched and sighed, he should have known better, it was Gon after all. He would just keep poking and prodding until he figured out or Killua spilled what was bothering him. “Maybe I’m not hungry,” he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest and turning away.

Gon gave him an accusing look as the fib was quickly disproved by the growling of Killua’s traitorous stomach. Gon took the fork from his plate and ate the food of it, made sure it was clean enough, and cut off a bite sized piece of the cake. He leaned over and brought the fork closer to Killua. “Say ‘ahh’!” he commanded, grinning playfully at him.

Killua flushed heavily at the thought of being fed by Gon and tried to back away from said boy. Gon faltered when he saw this, giving him a look that resembled a kicked puppy and Killua instantly felt guilty Thus, he tried to make the blush go away and turned to Gin, opening his mouth and his eyes screwing shut, letting him feed him. Almost instantly, the pain started and Killua backed away, letting out a muffled shout as he gripped his cheek

Hope sat against a tree in the blackened forest, his head lowered and his snow white hair covering closed ice-blue eyes.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. He wanted to stomp around and slash at the trees around him, but he couldn’t. All he could do was sit where he was and think, drown in his thoughts as what had happened today repeated in his head over and over again.

He’d killed a kid today... he’d failed at saving him... he watched as the kid got swallowed in the black flames and he had heard the kid scream in terror and pain.

He curled up tighter and finally the tears fell. The kid’s parents had yelled at him, screamed at him, had hit him, had thrown things at him. And he... he had run away.

He hadn’t been able to take it. Being in the darkness for so long, the stress getting to him, and the consequences of every action he had made over the past year as a Grey Warden were taking it’s toll on him.

“Why did Duncan have to choose me...?” He whispered to his self, shaking his head.

“Because he saw something in you that you don’t see in yourself.” Hope’s head shot up and he gasped when he heard Alistair’s voice and he looked up at the older man, momentarily awestruck when he saw the full moon high above them casting an ethereal glow around the older man.

“A-Ali...” Hope mumbled.

“It wasn’t your fault, no matter what those people said or did. You just couldn’t save him, no matter what you tried.” Alistair said, kneeling down in front of Hope and the elf looked down.

“He died... because of me...”

“No,” Alistair said sternly, lifting Hope’s head up with a single hand. “It was not your fault.” He said before leaning down and kissing Hope.

Hiccup, a small black dragon, gazed at the water in awe. He laid down on his stomach as he looked into the crystal water, watching all the beautiful colored fish swim around, not even caring that he was watching them.

Toothless chuckled as he padded up to his mate. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” He asked and he laid next to Hiccup and the other looked at him with wide, pretty emerald eyes that were filled with childish excitement.

“I’ve never seen so many colors in my life!” The smaller Night Fury exclaimed and Toothless smirked.

“You never got out much when you were a hatchling, did you?” Hiccup shook his head sheepishly.

“This is the first time I’ve ever been anywhere other in a cave in a long time.” He sighed softly, resting his head on his paws and Toothless nuzzled him.

“Don’t worry, love, you’re mates with me, remember? I’ll show you the most incredible places and things that you’d never imagined even existed. Certainly things you’d never read about in those old scrolls of yours.” He said and Hiccup stuck his tongue out, flicking his tail at Toothless before looking back into the water with a smile.

“I’d... like that.” He said softly and Toothless curled his tail around Hiccup’s own.

“Good.” Toothless said, nuzzling Hiccup’s cheek. “I know you’ll just love it.” He added and Hiccup giggled, nuzzling him back.

Benjamin shook with fear and worry as he stared at the three witches in front of him. He was currently tied up, in a chair, helpless. Of course, when was he ever not helpless.

Ben shook his head and tried to get rid of the numb feeling in his hands.

He wished someone would come rescue him. He knew though that none of the townspeople would come to his rescue; but that didn’t mean that a certain pair of witch hunters would stand by while he got eaten.

“Hansel...” Benjamin whispered to his self, feeling tears coming to his eyes.

He had faith in his best friend, in his lover... but faith can only carry someone so far.

“Hansel... please...” Ben lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes tightly. “Please come and rescue me...” he continued to whisper.

But faith was all he had, faith and love, that Hansel would come and save him. And that was all he needed.

He was confident that Hansel would come save him, and now all he had to do was wait.

He smiled lightly and one of the witches caught it, turning her attention to him. “What are you smiling about?” She sneered and he looked up at her.

The fire flickered softly, creating warmth and light as the happy couple sat in front of it. Shadows danced on the walls around the two as they cuddled in the blanket. It was a fairly cold winter night, and though the green haired man was asleep in the brunette’s lap, Jake couldn’t bring himself to put him to bed and go to sleep himself.

“Ma’ li’l Rango...” Jake murmured softly in his thick accent and Rango snuggled into his chest, making a cute little noise in his sleep. The ‘rattlesnake’ chuckled lightly and kissed Rango’s head, breathing in the scent of Vanilla and roses. “Sweet dreams, love.” Jake yawned, leaning against the back of the couch, closing his red eyes and he fell asleep as well, the shadows continuing their dance around the two.

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The cold air blew through the night, surrounding anything that it could reach. The small camp fire flickered and danced as the wind caressed it. And the single creature that was huddled near the fire shivered in the cold and sniffled as he wiped at his tears.

The chameleon gripped a single black hat in his hands tightly and he choked on a sob, closing his eyes tightly as what had happened flashed through his mind.

Rango had never, never, felt so alone in his life... even when he had been just a common house pet, and even with the shadows dancing around him, trying to keep him company.

All he wanted was his mate back; all he wanted was to have his rattlesnake coiled around him, safe and sound and not dead!

“Why...?” Rango choked out, hugging the hat to him. “Why, damn it, why!?” He shouted out, and he stood up sharply before falling to his knees and he curled up tighter. “Why did you have to die... Jake... damn it, I loved you... I-I... I love you.” He whispered to the hat, heartbroken.

He wiped away some of his tears and he looked down at his beloved’s hat before making the decision and he took his own off, throwing it into the fire in front of him before putting on the rattlesnake’s hat.

The hat burned slowly in the fire, but it didn’t get a chance to turn to ash as the fire died out from the wind. Rango turned away at this and he walked away from the fire, tugging his cape tighter around him.

Jack whimpered lightly as he curled up on the cold, muddy ground of the dark forest. He almost forgot how he ended up like this, but the vivid memory of dog’s barking and wolves howling was perminent in his mind.

His black fur blended with the ground, keeping him safe from predators.

He squeaked a little in fear when he felt a spider crawling on his tail and he flicked his tail out quickly, getting rid of the spider.

He shivered from the cold and closed his eyes tightly.

The little cat wished someone would find him already; though he wanted that someone to be his knight in shining armor, Elmont, and not some creepy pedo-animal or predator looking for a meal.

Jack jumped in fright when he heard a very loud and very scary wolf howl, though he relaxed when he recognised the howl and his eyes widened in hope.

He meowed out in response, though his voice was bitter and shaky from both the cold and from running so much.

The wolf howled again and Jack tried to meow before erupting into a fit of coughs and shivers.

“Jack!” Jack shivered again, but tried to stand up when he heard Elmont’s voice. So close, yet so far...

“E-elmont!” Jack mewed out pathetically. “I-I’m over here!” He called out.

He took a shaky step forward when he heard some rustling in near-by bushes and he was tempted to run and hide, but chose not to, and was extremely pleased when he saw a white wolf jump out of the bushes; his fur damp with water from the pants and dirty with mud.

Jack mewed happily when he saw the wolf and tried to run towards the wolf but ended up tripping on his own paws and he landed in a puddle of mud.

Elmont padded over to him, letting out a breath of relief and he leaned down and licked Jack’s fur. “Oh thank god I found you... Jack, you had me worried sick!” Elmont scolded. “You know not to leave the den without me.” He growled lightly and Jack frowned, letting out a sneeze.

“S-sorry...” he mumbled, yawning.

“Oh well, it doesn’t matter now. We have to get home and get you cleaned up, and more importantly we need to get you warm and get you something to eat.” The white wolf said, picking Jack up by the scruff and he padded back through the bushes and towards the den.

Jack’s eyes closed and he yawned again, curling up slightly in Elmont’s grip, before falling asleep.

Hope frowned when he looked at the paper in front of him that was handed to him by his teacher. A single red letter printed at the top, ‘F’. “W-what...? But how...?” Hope deflated a little and then the bell to dismiss class rang. He gathered his things and left the classroom, head hung low as he walked through the halls.

He had a free period, and he didn’t have anything else to do but sit somewhere and wallow in his failure. Most people wouldn’t care, since it was a particularly hard class, but he always got A’s, no matter what class he was in. And for him, Hope Estheim, straight A student since he was in kindergarden, to get an ‘F’... well, you can imagine what was going through his thoughts.

“Hey, Hope!” Hope stopped in his tracks when he heard a familiar voice and he looked up, blinking in surprise when he saw Snow, or Mr. Villiers as he was called at school.

“M-Mr. Villiers...” Hope stuttered, bowing his head a little.

Snow laughed lightly and jogged over to Hope. “Hey kiddo, where are you headed?”

“U-um, no where... I guess. I’m on my free period right now.” Hope shrugged and Snow grinned.

“Great! Come on!” Snow grabbed his hand and rushed off in a random direction.

“W-wait!” Hope whined, trying to keep ahold of his bag.

“So... what did you get on your test?” Snow asked with a small curious grin and Hope deflated again. “Hope?” Snow questioned.

“I... I got an ‘F’...” Hope muttered, sniffling a little and Snow blinked in surprise before chuckling.

“Aw, cheer up kiddo. You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.” He said and Hope frowned.

“But-!” Snow cut him off.

“Come on, I know something that’ll cheer you up.” Snow smiled. “Let’s go get ice cream!”

“S-snow!” Hope tried to argue but Snow cut him off again.

“My treat.” He assured and Hope sighed, giving up.

“Okay...” he mumbled and Snow grinned.

Yusuke Urameshi, S-ranked  gamer and resident bad-boy of the town, plopped down in his chair before facing his computer, putting on a set of headphones and a microphone.

He logged into the computer before logging into his gaming account and he click on one of the many games in his folder. On the screen it said ‘Demon-Spirit-Detective has logged in’ and Yusuke grinned. That was his gamer name. He was the best at the games he played and he was ranked 3 on the entire website. Every now and then he would switch between third and fourth because of this one gamer named ‘Love-of-a-Spirit-Warrior’. It was incredibly annoying.

All he knew about the guy was that he was pretty good at shooter and fighting games and not-so great at rpg games. His name was also Kazuma Kuwabara. Not to mention all the gamer girls loved the guy.

He logged his character into the game before getting to work on his current quest. He was supposed to be finding a rare beast called a ‘Furie’ and apparently it took like three people to kill it.

He roamed the plains before coming across a large wolf creature, that was already being attacked, though the guy was down to his last bar of health and the creature had barely any health taken from it.

Yusuke quickly cut in, healing the guy with magic and he threw in some of his own spells to weaken the monster.

“Ah, thanks man!” That was when Yusuke noticed the guys name and he smirked.

“A little in over your head, huh, Kuwabara?” Yusuke said into his microphone and he heard the guy scoff.

“As if! I was just about to pull out the big guns on this thing!” The guy said and Yusuke laughed.

“Sure, whatever. Come on, let’s just kill this thing and get the quest over with.” He said and the guy made a noise in agreement, his character swinging around a large sword made of golden energy and it hit the creature dead on. “Nice!” Yusuke grinned.

“Who’s the king now, beast!” Kuwabara taunted the creature and Yusuke laughed.

“Still not you.” He said and delivered the final blow to the beast.

“Hey!” Kuwabara huffed out, both in annoyance at the insult and the fact that Yusuke stole the creatures goodies. “Ah, whatever... I can just go find another beast to kill.”

“No way, don’t kill yourself.” Yusuke huffed before pulling out his inventory and he traded the items with Kuwabara. “There, since we both brought the thing down, we both get the prize.” He smiled then.

“...thanks.”

A loud, high-pitched sneeze sounded through the large room, the only occupant cuddled in the red blankets of his and his boyfriends bed.

The door to the room opened and the silver haired demon lord came in with a tray of soup. “Link,” he said the others name softly, smiling lightly in concern when he saw a head of blonde hair peek out from underneath the blankets.

“G-Ghira...?” Ghirahim walked over to the bed, setting down the tray on the nightstand and he sat on the edge of the bed, helping Link sit up.

“How are you feeling?” Ghirahim questioned, putting his hand against Link’s forehead, concerned brown eyes looking into clouded blue ones.

“I s-still feel like... like I-I came out of a-a f-freezer...” Link mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment when Ghirahim chuckled. “A-and I really h-hate Groose right n-now...”

Ghirahim couldn’t help the smile that came to his face at that and he shook his head, pulling his hand away and he grabbed the bowl of soup, “Yes well, worry about getting better before you worry about getting revenge.” He replied and Link stuck his tongue out childishly before accepting the spoonful of soup, letting Ghirahim feed him like he was a little kid.

When the soup was nearly depleted, Link yawned and Ghirahim decided to let him try and sleep.

“Get some rest, hero,” Link offered him a small smile and nodded, “I’ll come back to check on you in a bit.”

“O-okay...” Link said, snuggling into the covers and Ghirahim leaned down to kiss him. “Ah, G-Ghira-ah-achoo!”

“Gah! Link!” Ghirahim sat up straight, grabbing one of the tissues and he wiped his face, a little more than annoyed.

“S-sorry...” Link whimpered a little and Ghirahim sighed, seeing clouded fear and amusement in Link’s eyes and he shook his head.

Whenever Sasuke and Naruto would go out together, the raven noticed it was always the same routine. They would go out, enjoy some time together, and then Sasuke would get surrounded by his fangirls. And every time, Naruto would chase them away.

Sasuke never realized why Naruto did that, but he did notice that the fox was always much more quiet afterwards.

"Naruto, what's wrong?" Sasuke finally asked, when he and Naruto were walking around the lake.

"Hm?" Naruto looked up at him before sighing and he looked down. "Oh... it's nothing Sasuke." Sasuke frowned at this and he stopped walking, making Naruto stop too. "Sasuke?" Naruto questioned.

"Don't lie to me, Naruto." Sasuke said with a small glare and Naruto looked away. “What’s wrong?” He repeated the question and Naruto frowned, glaring slightly at the sidewalk, causing Sasuke to worry a little.

“I don’t like them.” Naruto finally spoke and Sasuke blinked in confusion.

“What?” He asked and Naruto looked up.

“I don’t like your stupid fangirls.” He growled slightly, eyes narrowing and Sasuke had to process the answer before he laughed.

“Is that why you’re so upset, because of them?” Sasuke smiled at Naruto. “Naruto... you know I don’t care about them, or even like them for that fact. They’re annoying.”

“So am I.” Naruto butt in and Sasuke rolled his eyes, but before he could talk, Naruto spoke again. “You were taken away from me three times, Sasuke, three times!” He snapped, crossing his arms and Sasuke frowned.

“But-” Sasuke started and Naruto cut him off.

“No! You are mine, no one elses. I am not letting you go again, never again, Sasuke...” Naruto hugged Sasuke tightly, burying his face in the raven’s chest and Sasuke sighed.

“You bastard!” Sanosuke shouted out, clenching his fists in anger as the man before him just laughed.

“What’s your problem kid?” The man smirked, tilting his head up slightly, infuriating Sanosuke. Kenshin was right beside him, trying to get him to calm down.

“Sano, please. Just leave it alone. I don’t care anymore.” He pleaded and Sanosuke shot the ghost a small glare, shutting him up for the moment before he directed his steely gaze towards the man.

“You killed Kenshin.” He snarled and the man chuckled in amusement.

“Is that what you’re here about? Was that pathetic urchin one of your friends or was he perhaps... closer than that? Hm? Oh, not that I care. He deserved to be sent to the ground, for what he’d done.” Sanosuke tensed at that and he glared dangerously at the man.

“You better shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you.” Sanosuke snapped.

This bastard killed Kenshin and whether or not he died too, he would get vengeance for Kenshin.

“Sanosuke... please.” Kenshin pleaded again, tugging on Sanosuke’s arm, but he didn’t budge.

“Yeah?” The man taunted him, “I’d like to see you try,” he said and all Sanosuke saw was red as he jumped at the man.

“You sick bastard! You’ll pay!” Sanosuke yelled, punching the man as hard as he could before he was dragged out by the man’s ‘guards’.

Excuses; that was all Joey made. Every time Seto tried to ask him what had happened, or when he saw Joey’s bruises, it would always be another pathetic excuse.

“Joey, what happened to you?” Seto asked his boyfriend when the other came home from school.

“I tripped and fell...”

Another time he tried to ask, joey gave him another excuse. “Joey, where were you?”

“I lost track of time.”

“Puppy, who did this to you?” Seto would ask him, trying to get an answer out of Joey, something other than an excuse.

“...no one, Dragon.” Joey would answer, getting out of Seto’s hold and going to bed.

Seto had tried and tried before he finally got fed up. When Joey came home from a trip to the mall with his friends, Seto found him covered in more bruises and he trapped him in their room. “Joey,” he growled, “what the hell happened?!” He questioned and Joey just brushed him off, going to change. “Damn it, puppy! Don’t ignore me!” Seto grabbed Joey, trying not to let go when Joey winced. “Who did this to you?!”

Joey looked away and Seto frowned.

“Please... puppy, I don’t want to keep worrying about you.” He sighed, pulling Joey into a hug and the other tensed before relaxing and he hugged back.

“...I’m sorry.” Joey said softly and Seto shook his head.

“No more excuses, please... just tell me what’s going on.” Seto tried again and Joey paused before nodding.

“Okay... no more excuses...” he agreed, kissing Seto with a small sheepish smile.

Inspiration. It’s something that makes someone want to do something or that gives someone an idea about what to do or create : a force or influence that inspires someone. This is the definition that life gives you. But the thing is, you never know what your inspiration is or if it’s ever going to come to you.

People can have different things that inspire them, for some... it’s a song, or maybe a piece of art or maybe even a story. For others, it’s a saying that inspires them. For most, it can be a number of things. But mostly, it’s other people that inspire them.

For Ghirahim, a talented and very famous artist, his inspiration comes in the form of a very beautiful and very talented blonde haired, blue eyed, musician. And it’s name is Link.

Link may not have looked like much to some people, with a messy street type of look, but he was everything to Ghirahim. The painter could paint him all day if he was able to.

Of course, it was difficult to paint or even sketch Link when Ghirahim kept getting distracted.

So, sitting on a stool, with a sketch pad in front of him and a pencil in his hand, he stared at Link with a small dreamy smile on his lips. He loved the way that Link moved when he was playing his guitar and how his eyes lit up with every emotion possible when he sang the words to the songs he played. He especially loved the look that he got in his eyes, or the genuine smile that played on his lips, when he looked at Ghirahim.

When it came down to it, he could literally spend all day just watching his muse, but in the end he would not have a single line drawn on the piece of paper that he always carried with him whenever he came to see Link perform to the little kids at the orphanage or to the old people at the nursing home, or even to the teenagers at the old high school.

A little girl with curly brown hair and her hair pinned back slightly ran across a playground and past the jungle gym to a boy, her cheeks bright red and she threw her arms round the little boy, who was holding a Good Guy Doll.

The boy stayed silent for a moment, letting the girl hug him as as hard as she could and watched as her shoulders shook and sniffles came from her. He pressed his lips together and opened his mouth, “Janie?” he murmured, struggling a little to get out of grip. “You're squishing Chucky...” he trailed, Chucky liked his space, he had come to realize.

And the girl, Janie, instantly released her grip, taking a few steps backward, out of the boy's bubble. Tears streaked down her cheeks and she tried to smile at him and the doll. Besides Janie, Chucky was his only friend, and his only guy friend. “Sorry Andy...” she whispered.

Andy's grip on Chucky tightened as he stared at his friend, a frown tugging at his lips as he took in the girl's teary eyes. Janie never cried, she was tougher than some of the boys he knew. “Hey, Janie... what's wrong?”

Janie wiped at her cheeks. “Rudy's a jerk!” she answered, grinding her teeth together. “M-My big sister, she said I s-shouldn't care about things like this b-because it's gonna happen all the time when I'm big like her, b-but he didn't even ask! And t-that's bad right? He's not supposed to do that?” Suddenly her eyes got really wide. “What if I have to marry him?” she gasped. “Or have to have a baby?”

“What?” was all that Andy could even think of uttering.

The tears stopped and she gripped the bottom of her dress, tugging at it, and her chin went to her chest as she tried to avoid looking at anyone, her gaze firmly on the ground and a sour look splayed across her face. “He... He... kissed me.”

Andy nearly dropped Chucky at that and his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as a silence took over them, his mind reeling. Did that mean Janie had cooties? Or did that mean she had given cooties to Rudy? If that were the case, even though they didn't kiss, did that mean he had cooties too? He didn't dare voice opinions or speak, though.

Then there was a chuckle, a dark chuckle.

Janie nearly broke out in tears again at that. “You think this is funny?” she cried out, her eyes glistening with new tears.

“No!” Andy denied, shaking his head, his hair flying all around as he did so. “That was Chucky,” he explained. “The Good Guy dolls talk, remember?” he didn't want Chucky to be mad at him by saying he was alive again. Chucky was scary when he was mad.

“Oh, right...” Janie shifted awkwardly in her spot, feeling bad for accusing Andy of laughing at her. “I'm scared, Andy,” she changed the subject and bit her lip. “I don't wanna have a baby, I can't even take care of my barbie dolls right, their heads always get popped off...”

Andy grew silent, he maneuvered Chucky so that he was only in one arm and took Janie's hand in his, gently tugging her across the playground and back to the school building. “Come on,” he smiled back at her. “We can use the phone in the classroom.”

“For what?” Janie gave him a confused look and shivered as the doll's head turned. She had forgotten for a moment that it was voice activated, but it's eyes... it was almost as if it was staring at her, no, staring was too nice of a word...

Glaring.

The doll was glaring at her.

“So we can call your sister and see if there's a way to reverse it!” came the chipper answer. “Maybe there's a way we can make it so it's like you never had the kiss!”

Janie's answer was a bright grin.

So the two six year olds and doll walked through the empty halls of the school. Everyone was either in class or, in their grade's case, at recess. It was creepy, Janie thought, just them and the doll. The doll that seemed to hate her, but Andy seemed oblivious to it all.

The two entered the classroom and instantly headed for the teacher's desk. Andy let go of Janie's hand and climbed onto the spinny chair that he always wished he could have his desk instead of the hard one he had to sit in. He reached his hand for the phone, ready to grip it, when the chair was spun around, causing him to let out a shriek and stare at a blond woman with green eyes in front of him, an accusing smirk on her face.

“Now now, what do we 'ave 'ere?” an accent was clear.

“Ms. Berry!” Two voices chimed and the woman grinned at them. Ms. Berry was the student teacher for their teacher. Which, Andy never found fair. If she could be the teacher and she was a student, why couldn't he? He thought it would be fun to lead the class!

“We were trying to call my big sister,” Janie explained, fiddling with her dress again, the nervous habit she had picked up long ago.

“And why's that?” Ms. Berry helped Andy off of the chair and bent down in front of them. “What's so urgent that you couldn't 'ave possibly waited until after school?” she game them a mock-stern look.

“We have to reverse it!” Andy shouted. “We have to reverse what Rudy did to Janie!”

“And what did Rudy to do Janie that was so bad?”

Andy faltered slightly at that. “Well.. that is.. We aren't positive the side effects yet, but we're pretty sure that she will have to marry him or have a baby. Both are really bad options,” his brow furrowed. “Though, marrying Rudy wouldn't be too bad, he would made a good husband,” he nodded.

Ms. Berry's eyes widened and she hurried looked toward Janie, who was looking away. “What?” she managed to get out and placed her hands on Janie's shoulders, worry lacing through her words. “What did Rudy do to you?”

“...He kissed me...”

Ms. Berry instantly relaxed. “Oh my darlin's,” she pressed the back of her hand against her forehead, and let out a sigh of relief. “I thought it was somethin' else,” she ignored the confused look they sent her. “Now listen 'ere,” she smiled at them. “You're not gonna get pregnant because you had a little kiss,” she winked at them. “You'll learn more when you're older,” she giggled. “It jus' means you're growin' up, being a big girl!”

Janie stared at her. “I'm a big girl now? My big sister always calls me little,” when Ms. Berry nodded a wide smile stretched across her face and she turned to Andy. “I gotta go thank Rudy for helping me!” she giggled and ran out of the classroom.

“Slow down or else you might hurt yourself!” Ms. Berry called after and smiled down at Andy, who had a contemplative look on his face. “What's on your min', buddy?”

Andy looked up at her through his lashes and held Chucky close. “I didn't get kissed like Janie did, does that mean I'm a little boy? I wanna be a big boy...” he frowned.

Ms. Berry patted his head once. “You'll become a big boy someday,” she assured, standing up straight.

“...Ms Berry?”

“Yes, Andy?”

“Will you help me be a big boy?”

Ms. Berry could have sworn her heart stopped for a moment and then she let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “I'm terribly sorry Andy, but I'm afraid I can't do that,” she shrugged lightly. “You'll find someone to help you, but you 'ave to make sure you really really like them, okay?”

“But I like you,” Andy looked up at her and Ms. Berry couldn't stop the smile that spread across at the innocence the boy was displaying.

“I'm sorry Andy, but I'm much too old for you, she patted his head once more.

Andy's eyes went wide and his lower lip jutted out into a pout Ms. Berry nearly felt like crying, what a sweetheart! “Please?”

A hand flew to her mouth and she leaned down toward him. “Oh, 'ere,” she turned in his face, praying that she wouldn't get into too much trouble for this, and even if she did, she could always find another job, she was young and certainly had the right... assets. So, she took a chance and pressed her lips to his cheek and pulled away. “There, now you're a big boy.”

Andy beamed.

“You got a kiss too?” Janie gushed and sat down on the floor of Andy's room. “Who gave you yours?” she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“It's a secret!” Andy answered, grinning. It felt like he was doing something.. well, not bad, but.. sorta bad and he didn't want anyone to know.

“Awe come on, who was it?!”

“Not telling, only that she kissed me right here!” and he pointed to his cheek.

“Your cheek?” she sounded skeptical.

“Yup!”

“Andy... I hate to tell you, but... my big sister asked me if it was my cheek Rudy kissed, and she said it doesn't count if it's on your cheek...”

There was silence.

“...What?!”

Recess the next day, Andy was once again in the mostly empty room, his arms crossed and Chucky at his desk as he started up at Ms. Berry, trying to muster a glare, but it turned into a pout instead.

“What's wrong Andy?” Ms. Berry asked, looking down at the boy.

“I'm not a big boy,” he pouted. “You only kissed my cheek, Janie said that her big sister said it had to be on the lips.

Ms. Berry sighed and leaned down, ready to explain herself, but she was cut off by Andy lunging forward and tried to press his lips to hers but Ms. Berry caught him before he could. “Andy!” she gasped.

Andy frowned deeply, his eyes watery and they squeezed shut. “I wanna kiss too!” he whimpered, clenching his hands tightly. “I wanna be a big boy! No one thinks I'm a big boy, that's why they don't believe me about what happened to Aunt Maggie!”

“Andy... listen to me.. you're a sweetheart and all... but like I said before I'm too-” she cut herself off with a pained gasp, her hands flying to her stomach and she could feel her shirt dampening and turning red.

“Chucky!” Andy cried, tugging the doll with the pocket knife away from Ms. Berry. “Why would you do that?” he demanded, turning Chucky around. “That wasn't nice! Ms. Berry!” he let Chucky go and rushed to his teacher, trying to help her up as she bled and started screaming for help.

“Chucky that was mean,” Andy pouted at the doll in front of him. “You have to find someway to apologize to me and Ms. Berry?”

Chucky rolled his eyes. “And why the hell do I have to apologize to you kid? You're the not the one I nearly killed.”

“You stopped me before I could become a big boy!” he frowned and then grinned brightly. “I know! You could make a card for Ms. Berry, telling her you're sorry for hurting her!” he ignored the doll's scoff. “As for me,” he smiled brightly. “You could give me a kiss!”

“What?” came the shocked response.

Andy lifted Chucky, who instantly began trying to get away. He let out a little giggle and brought him closer, pressing his lips against the plastic ones before setting Chucky down. “Even though you're a doll, it still counts!” he said determinedly.

Andy watched as Chucky jumped off of the bed and fled to the closet. He was a bit surprised that he hadn't gotten super mad, but he was glad.

And then a thought occurred to him.

“Hey, Chucky, what if Ms. Berry was wrong and I do have to merry you or have a baby?”

“A-all I... I wanted t-to d-do was p-p-play...!” He cried, wiping furiously at his tears, but he gave up when they didn’t seem to stop.

He didn’t even hear the sounds of boots clacking on the cement, walking towards him; nor did he notice when a shadow loomed over him. “Why are you crying, little prince?” Hiro’s head shot up when he heard the not-so-familiar voice of the Queen’s advisor.

He stared up at the chocolate haired man and tried to stifle his cries. “I-I’m n-not...” he tried to act tough in front of the man, since he’d always seen him hanging around his older brother and his mother.

The man chuckled and knelt down in front of the young prince and he smiled. “Of course not.” He said softly and stopped Hiro when tried wiping away his tears again. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Hiro gave a small hesitant nod before smiling back, already in a better mood and the man chuckled, helping Hiro stand up. “Little prince, do you know who I am?” The man asked and Hiro shook his head, taking the man’s hand as he lead him back to the castle.

“N-no, but I s-see you all the time w-with Mommy and Logan...” he said softly and the man made a small noise of surprise.

“Well then, my name is Reaver.” He said and Hiro smiled cutely.

“I like it!” He chirped and Reaver laughed.

“Please just bring me something to eat and drink... I don’t think I can leave the bed today.” I mumbled and though I couldn’t see, I knew that the Veera bowed and left.

A few minutes after he left, Vex came bouncing inside, all cheery and happy-faced. “Nyah~! Zero! Zero! Come play with me!” He bounced up to my bed and I whimpered again. “Zero?” I could tell that he was worried now, because of how he sounded when he said my name again.

“Vex... please be quiet.” I muttered, turning over to face him, looking at the green haired Vixen through clouded violet eyes.

Vex gasped when he saw me like this and he immediately flailed around. “Oh! Zero! Are you alright? You look like a ghost!” Vex fretted and I closed my eyes tightly, my headache getting worse. “Oh no! You’re not dying are you!? Please tell me you’re not dying!” Vex whined and clung to me, sobbing and I tried to shove him away without being too mean.

“Vex...” I growled lightly, but was luckily saved when Tael came back into the room.

“Vex,” Tael started, walking over to my bed with a tray that had a nice, warm bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of orange juice. “You should leave the king be, he is not feeling so well.” Taelven said softly to the deflated rabbit and Vex frowned, but nodded as Taelven set down the tray on my nightstand.

“O-okay...” he stuttered a little and I sighed.

“Vex,” I mumbled his name and he turned to me. “Can you post a note on the board, saying that I am sorry for not putting up anything on the board for the past few days?” I asked him and he nodded eagerly, always happy to give out a message to anyone. “Thank you...” I huffed out as he left and I sat up, wincing slightly at the dizziness I got.

“Your highness, is there anything else you want?” Taelven asked in concern and I shook my head.

“No, Tael,” I mumbled, “I’m just going to eat and then go back to sleep. Can you handle the drabble of the day?” I asked and he nodded, bowing and smiling.

“Of course sir. I do hope you get better.” He said before leaving and I smirked bitterly.

Raptin groaned in annoyance as he slashed away at the annoying vines that blocked his path; he had been walking for hours through that blasted forest, and he had found nothing but overgrown ferns and disgusting bugs.

“Where in the hell am I supposed to find a fucking Vivosaur in this damn forest?” Raptin growled to his self, cursing as he ran into a spider web and he slashed angrily at a large fern blocking his way and he froze when he stumbled upon a beautiful clearing that had a small crystal clear pond and beautiful plants lining the edge of the water.

What made him stop though, was the fact that there was a Vivosaur standing on the other side of the pond, eyes wide with curiosity and fright. The Vivosaur was a beautiful black Velociraptor with black feathers on it’s arms, head, legs, and tail. It had beautiful violet colored eyes and strangely, it had a black collar around it’s neck, with a golden cross on it. Raptin also saw that the Vivosaur had several scars across it’s body.

The collar, though, was what made him speak. “You’re Roger’s Vivosaur...” he whispered, but apparently the Vivosaur heard him and the beautiful black creature took a step back before running away, back through the forest and out of sight.

Raptin clenched his fists slightly and he glared at the pond.