inspired by Herongale, master of fanfiction

Miyako was a purple-haired goddess of laughing chaos and smiling destruction. In she waltzed, flowers and butterflies trailing behind her, and then out she twirled, fire and mayhem wild in the streets.

She didn't mean to do, but she did it and that was that.

Daisuke latched on to her because of it. Oh, how nice it was to have a partner in crime! Together they'd tear down buildings and destroy civilizations and then have a nice spot of tea.

And so, one brisk October afternoon, when they were found plotting in the park, it came to no surprise to Takeru that they had the blue-prints to another happy diaster. Halloween was coming, Daisuke informed Takeru, as if he were privy to a secret, and Ken's parents were going to be out of town. And, more importantly, they had combined mental forces and come up with the best trick to play on the ever-suffering odd genius.

Takeru told himself that if he were smart, he'd turn around and pretend like the meeting had never occurred. If he were smart, he'd walk back to his apartment, put on his slippers, and start on his math homework. If her were smart, he'd call Hikari-chan up on the phone and have a pleasent conversation with a sane person instead of the nut-jobs grinning so deviously at his feet.

Pity that Yamato got all the brains, Takeru lamented. "I'm in."

Herongale - She Who Must Worshipped

Sora was not the smartest girl in her class, but she had a few things going for her. She hated -abhored!- when people ended their sentences in prepositions. Or used and adjective instead of an adverb. On top of her linquistic talents she could do most mulitplications in her head and had mastered the fine art of solving phyiscs problems. She was no Koushiro, but then again, who was? (She chuckled a bit at this rhetorical question.)

Still, she was considered to be a very intelligent young woman, "on top of her game" as her teaches liked to announce.

But when she turned the corner on brisk October afternoon, she realized just how stupid she had been.

There, leaning against the stone wall that surrounded their school, were Taichi and Yamato. And, and this was the kicker, this was what sealed the deal, this is what made her consider painful ritual suicide, they were kissing.

I'll have to steal a sword to do it properly, she thought as her world crumbled.

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Yagami Taichi had always been somewhat strange. He was loud, talented, flirty, athletic, stubborn, caring, outragious, and was the owner of the biggest head of hair in school. He was liked well enough by his fellow student; girls used him as an example when they tested their friends - "Who'd you rather date? Nakatomi Hiroshi or Yagami Taichi?" and boys invited him to sleepovers ("Do you think Sae would rather date Taichi or Hiroshi?"). Teachers knew that he could be trouble, especially when there were debates in class, but he did his homework on time and was the star of the soccer team so he was easily forgiven for any missteps. He was worshipped by Motomiya Daisuke, an adorable monster who was a few years his junior, and admired by students of the male and female persuasion alike.

He had brown eyes and brown hair and a brown complexion - often called golden and sun-kissed by those admirers with less-than-pure intentions. After school he'd run amuck on the soccer field and then go home to relax in a pair of boxer-shorts and no shirt until his sister returned and hollered at him.

All in all, he had a good life. A damn good life, indeed.

He didn't know why he chose to mess it up so utterly and completely, that brisk October day. It probably had something to do the way the sun was shining, or maybe the way that the leaves rustled in the trees. Or maybe, and this realization, this nirvana, came in mid kiss, maybe it was because the one thing he was missing in his life was a sexy blond with blue eyes. And a sexy blond with blue eyes is always worth the pain.