.::Poisoned {Fuji Shusuke}::.

Shusuke Fuji just had something, a way that he wasn’t even aware of, with women. He just magically got them, or rather, captured them and their hearts. ________, ________ was no acceptation to this fact, or rather, law.

Except, she was close to him. She was a friend of the Fuji brothers and of their older sister for some time now. And with every smile he gave her, even the fake ones, her heart broke just a little more. Like he was poison to her. With every look he gave a little more, a bit larger of a dose, and it was all building up in her heart. One day, she knew, she’d snap. And she did.

One day he walked her after a long day of school and she was waiting for a kiss on the front door. Nope. Just that usual, fake smile. That’s when she cracked and she jumped him, mashing her lips to his forcefully. “What took you so long?’ he asked when she pulled away. “I thought you’d never snap.” She kissed him again, leading him inside to the couch.

There was the cure, just for it all to begin again.

.::Guns {Marui Bunta}::.

It was just a normal weekend day at the Marui residence, Bunta and his girlfriend were sitting out side on the grass where they munched on watermelon and occasionally go for a swim -- they were in their bathing suits.

Bunta popped a bubble and kept watching as his girl attempted to climb up a tree. She fell again, hadn’t even managed to get up on the first limb. “You’re so weak, ________.” he teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him and the turned her attention back to the barked menace. “If you’re so strong then why don’t you just pick me up and set me up there?”

“I don’t feel like it.” he explained. Yeah right.

“Look!” she suddenly pointed out to the road where some stranger, a man with major muscle-age, walked down the street. “Look at the guns on the guy! I bet he could lift me!”

“Psh! That’s nothing! Besides, didn’t I just tell you that I could lift you if I wanted to?”

“Not specifically.”

“You want proof?” he asked, “Here.” Bunta smirked, flexing his biceps as much as he could. “Boom! Boom! Thunder and lightning! Fire power!”

She fell to the ground with laughter, “Whatever. That’s not fire power, that’s a match!”

.::Scrapyard {Atobe Keigo}::.

She stepped out of the dressing room, the silk red dress cut up one leg so high that it showed the corner of her lacy, black panties underneath. It was so sexy that it was almost trashy, like she’d come straight from the scrap yard.

“Keigo…” she pouted, “I don’t like this one. It makes me feel dirty…”

Atobe smirked and rose from the leather couch. His hands slipped around her waist and he nuzzled his face into her collarbone, chuckles filling her ears. “Nonsense, ________. It’s perfect for date night. Besides, its not like you’ll be wearing it too terribly long.”

.::Rock {Kabaji Takahiro}::.

________, ________ had never really had too much of an interest it the broad-shouldered Takahiro Kabaji until that one day. That one day her dumb-ass friends decided that it would be oh-so-funny to shove her off the top stairs of Hyotei’s third floor. The day she swore she’d die at the bottom.

But, luckily for her, death by “Blunt Force Head Trauma” was not on her list of things to do, at least, not by destinies standards. Oh no, it had something completely different in mind.

When she fell, instead of her head meeting the cold, hard floor, she fell into the tall, quiet Kabaji who happened to be passing by at that very instant. He caught her easily, and he didn’t even flinch when she ran into him! For a moment she was paralyzed by the feel of him, his body, under that goddamned school uniform he wore, but then she finally pulled away, bowed, and apologized for falling on him. Then when he left --

“I want that shirt off. NOW.”

.::Innuendo {Yushi Oshitari}::.

It was a hot, hot summer day at the ________ residence. Not to mention the air conditioner was broken…

Oshitari Yushi puffed out hot air, fanning himself with his hand and sending dirty looks at the girl across from him. The girl her was supposed to be visiting but was instead being tortured by. “Why can’t we just go back to my house, again?” he asked.

“Because we always go to your house! I wanna hang out here, at my house, for once!”

“Well, you could’ve at least given me a heads up about the air conditioner being broken, ________…”

She rose to her feet, Yushi sending her looks of confusion, and left. Moments later she returned with two popsicles in hand, one red, one yellow. “Stop being such a baby, Oshitari.” she handed him the red popsicle and slid the yellow one into her mouth, relishing the coolness. When she sat down she noticed the latter boy staring, smirking, at her. “What?”

“Is it good?” She nodded slowly, obviously not understanding him, and pushed the cold treat further into her mouth. “Your mouth sure is big…”

She finally caught on. “Shut up.

.::One {Sengoku Kiyosumi}::.

“Sengoku, senpai?” she called out to the Irish-Japanese boy. He turned and smiled when he saw her adorable face.

“Hm? Yes, ________?”

“You’re not too good with the women, are you?” she asked. For a second he gave her a look that said, are-you-just-now-catching-on-to-that? But he quickly smiled at her instead, saying something along the line of ‘what are you talking about?’ or ‘where are you going with this?’ “So, with that being said, you are ‘lucky’

but you never ‘get lucky’, right?”

His smiled dropped. “First of all, why are you asking that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just feel like it.” she says. What an explanation…

“Well, if you really want to know…. Not necessarily, no, it doesn’t mean that.”

She looked shocked for a moment but kept watching him intently, for an answer. “How?”

“Sometimes…” he smirks, shoving his hands into his pockets, “It’s just me, myself, and I.” She stopped walking, made a choked sound of embarrassment, and watched as he kept walking.

“Good to know you have experience!”

.::Train Wreck {Ryou Shishido}::.

The pain, oh, the pain. She woke up, head throbbing, hips throbbing worse. Her vision was blurry and uncertain. Needless to say, she was a train wreck. A naked train wreck, she discovered.

She groaned and shifted her legs slightly and the sheets pooled around her hips. “Sleep well?” came a sleepy voice.

She whipped her head quickly to find Shishido laying next to her, his head propped up with his hand and elbow, and his wonderful chest bare and exposed. Everything else was…down in the covers basically. “Ryou --” But she stopped mid-sentence because her own, loud voice brought sharp pain to her head. “What happened?” she whispered to him.

“Well, you wanted to play poker, which Ohtori turned into Strip Poker. You got drunk, lost, I brought you up to give you some clothes since you ‘misplaced’ your’s and…it pretty much took off from there.” he was smirking -- just a little -- you noted and it upset you very much.

“Why are you so happy?”

A low chuckle filled her ears, filling her with a feeling of content, a joy. “You seemed to enjoy it last night and here you are, whining when you came on to me.”

“When I was drunk.”

“Ah? So does that mean you didn’t like it?”

“I don’t remember it!”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Shishido!”