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Title: Closer
Author: the black rose![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters/Pairings: Suzaku x Euphemia
Rating: PG
Summary: Set during episode 5, Suzaku's POV. Something was keeping them apart.
Closer
by the Black Rose
Suzaku's side throbbed from the wounds he'd sustained during his 'interrogation'. Walking all over this part of the city probably wasn't helping. His feet were beginning to ache, and the strings on his duffel bag felt like they were cutting into his shoulder. He adjusted the bag for a hundredth time as he glanced around the area just outside the elevated rail station. Yuffie stood near a large billboard of the "Area 11" beach; the sign stretched for several meters, displaying a scenic picture of Japan's shoreline slipping beneath kilometers upon kilometers of sparkling blue water. She stared into the image as if she could see the tongues of water where they lapped against the shore.
People filtered past them – Elevens, Britannians…they looked the same.
"When we're like this, it doesn't seem too different than being in Britannia."
She straightened her shoulders and her left hand caught her right arm just below her elbow. She held her arms behind her back. Her head tilted up. Then to the right. Her hair billowed in the light wind along with her long skirt. She turned around, her eyes glancing one way and then the other. His heart leapt into his throat. Was she was looking for him?
Her gaze met his across the crowded station, and he realized just how far away from her he really was. When had he stopped moving?
Yuffie smiled. Suzaku hastened towards her.
"Suzaku," her pink lips parted, and he couldn't help but like the way—"Could you take me to one more place?" Yuffie's pronunciation and request was polite, formal.
Suzaku grinned. "You may request anything of me, princess." He tossed his bag to the ground to hold up his right arm at a ninety-degree angle. He gave her a half bow. Suzaku glanced up at her face, expecting her to smile again or even laugh – but her expression… Her blue eyes stared in the direction of the ground, her eyelids lowered. Yuffie's mouth curved down. Something about the sight felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach. When did I—
"Then to Shinjuku."
He couldn't stop the gasp from escaping his throat. Suzaku stared at her. Whatever he was expecting…Another shopping mall? A museum? He didn't expect her to ask to see the site of the recent massacre.
"Please show me Shinjuku, Suzaku Kururugi." Her eyebrows dipped to a point above her blue eyes, and her voice sounded equal parts ice and steel.
He rose to his full height. "That's not a place for a princess. At least, not right now." He bent down to retrieve his bag then started to turn away. "Maybe another—"
"I can't explain to you exactly why I need to see it. I thought, before I met you, that I would be able to go on my own, if I had to." Her voice rose to call out after him, then dipped to sound like something...vulnerable. She reminded him of the cat they'd found - once it was in her arms. It seemed gentle, tame, but it would still attack if threatened.
Suzaku turned back to face her. Yuffie didn't look like she had sharpened teeth.
"But I…I'm a little afraid…" She clasped her hands together at her waist. "I'd feel much better if you went with me, Suzaku."
"I…Y-you mean you'd go? On your own?"
"Yes. It is someplace I must go," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He stepped closer. "I don't understand." He could reach her, put his arm around her waist and— He shook his head. "You said you wanted to—"
"I must see the site where Britannia's soldiers murdered those Elevens. And I must see the place where Prince Clovis died." She raised her chin and met his gaze. Her eyes flickered. "This is not a whim, Suzaku. It is where I set out to visit today. The only place I intended to go." She turned towards the large billboard again. The beach looked so serene… Yuffie would definitely like someplace like that.
"But, I admit that when I saw the concern in your eyes…I wanted to know more."
Suzaku sighed. A soft breeze lifted pink tendrils of hair. Something pulled at the bottom of his heart, tugging it in the direction of the floor. Couldn't she ask him to…Take you someplace nice, Yuffie? "It's not really a tourist attraction. They haven't even finished excavating the bodies. I don't think—"
She turned and lifted her head. Her eyes…they still seemed sad. "I'll be fine."
"I won't let you go on your own."
Yuffie nodded and looked away. "I suspected that would be the case." Her hands wrung together at her waist. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Her front two teeth showed between her lips.
What is she hiding?
He felt her hand sliding across his right forearm. "I'd like you to go with me, Suzaku." He caught her fingers with his left hand. She gasped and looked up at him.
"I don't know what you're hiding from me, Yuffie. Or why."
Her mouth curved up, but her eyelids lowered. The expression seemed wistful, but only for a moment. "It's nothing to be concerned about. It's not…hurtful, or dangerous. I promise." She nodded.
That weight, that something, pulling at his heart felt like it doubled in strength. He wanted to believe her, but—
"I know I have no right to ask you. And you've already been so kind to me…" Her gaze held his as she spoke. His heart raced. "But do you…"
"You're famous. The son of Captain Kururugi, Private Suzaku Kururugi."
Yuffie's eyes looked clear, genuine…
"Today is my last day off," she said in a cheerful voice, "and I wanted to see what sort of place Area 11 is."
"Then it didn't have to be me," he said. For some reason, the thought made him feel—
"Could you trust me, Suzaku?" Yuffie's hand slipped against his palm, her fingers falling from his grasp. She turned away, and once again, he realized how far from her he really was.
"No, I'm glad it was you."
He took a deep breath as he gently grasped the top of her arm. When her eyes turned his way, he gave her a smile. "Come on," he bent his head to peer at her over the tops of his sunglasses. "We'll have to catch the train."
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Title: Collide
Author: the black roseblkros
Characters/Pairings: Euphemia x Suzaku
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set sometime after Closer, but before Suzaku and Euphemia arrive in Shinjuku in episode 5.
Collide
Suzaku held her hand all the way to the train station, while they checked the map for which train would take them to Shinjuku, and even as he spoke to an attendant to find one that was still running. And he continued to hold it as they crossed several tracks to find and wait for the emergency line that ran into that part of the city – to take excavation, city, and medical workers, as well as mourners to the site of the massacre. Reports in other parts of the world were claiming the deaths of many Elevens as well as the entire Britannian Special Forces department of the army as due to poison gas.
But no one that lived here – Britannian or Eleven – believed such a report.
Suzaku's hand tugged hers in a downward motion. She blinked and let him pull her into the seat next to him.
"They say the train will come in about twenty minutes."
Euphie nodded. The fingers of her right hand felt cool outside the jacket of his palm. She glanced down at where his lay on top of his left thigh. Such warm hands…
"Euphie."
She turned her head to look up at his face where he towered over her. His sunglasses still hid those green eyes. Warm eyes. "Yes."
"H-how…What's it like? Living in Britannia?"
She smiled and shifted back into her seat. "It's…"
"You're the only one of my children that dares to waste time in these ridiculous schools. The tutors I provide the others are more than sufficient." The Emperor of Britannia glared down from his throne. Euphemia felt the air turn cold. The skin of her arms prickled, and she had to resist the urge to fold them across her chest for warmth.
"Father." Cornelia's voice resounded in that clear tone that sounded lofty and confident. Her older sister stepped onto the carpet beside her. "Euphemia is near a break in her semesters. I ask that you allow her to finish—"
"The only thing these schools seem to teach my children is not to speak for themselves! I will grant no such—"
"I want to continue, father." Euphie raised her chin and forced air from her lungs to practically shout at the Emperor. She hoped her voice didn't waver even as her hands trembled where she clasped them at her waist. "And not just until the end of the semester." She stepped forward, leaving Cornelia behind her. "I wish to complete my studies in the same schools as the people we rule. I think I—"
Her father roared. "You believe you have been taught to think?"
"Euphie."
Someone touched her arm. She shook her head and the image of her father's harsh, grey complexion and powdered wig dissipated. In its place was Suzaku, his head tipped down to look at her over the tops of his sunglasses with those concerned green eyes of his. "Yes?"
"Are you—"
"Fine." She glanced down at her hands where they smoothed her skirt over her lap. "Oh. I was in the middle of saying something, wasn't I?"
"You were telling me what it's like in Britannia." His hand gripped her wrist, and stopped her from fidgeting with her skirt. "Euphie, is something wrong? Did I—" His hold on her arm felt heavy, uncomfortable. She pulled from his grasp. "I'm…I'm sorry."
The weight of his touch lingered on her skin. "It's-it's all right. I was just…thinking of a way to describe it. But the only thing that comes to mind is…" She swallowed and looked up at him again. "Britannia is…" Not for someone like you. "…it's cold."
"Cold?" He tilted his head towards his right shoulder. "You have lots of snow, then. And ice?"
"Yes." She lowered her gaze towards the concrete floor. "In some parts. I didn't live in those places, though. I could have lived on a beach in the tropics, and it still would have been cold."
"I don't…guess I understand." His eyebrows rose to form a peak above his sunglasses.
"I suppose I was talking more about…the people. Or specifically, my family."
"Your family? Ah, you didn't get along, I take it."
"I did. My sister is very kind to me, and though I didn't know him well, my brother…Well, one of my brothers." She folded her left hand on top of her right to keep it from shaking. "I'll miss him."
"Is he still in Britannia?"
"Y-yes." It was a lie she wished she could believe. That Clovis hadn't died, that he hadn't been killed in Shinjuku during the battle. That they weren't about to visit the place where he died.
"You sound like you have a large family."
"Yes." She nodded and glanced at him again. He was smiling. "I do… I have one sister, and several brothers." She wished she could see his eyes behind those lenses.
"What about your parents?"
"I…I don't think any of us gets along with my father. Most of us…disagree with him on some level."
"Your life sounds so different than mine." His voice sounded husky and deep. It sent shudders down her spine.
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
"Well, I was an only child. And my father…"
"Captain Kururugi?"
"Yes. He was…" She saw the hand that had held hers so gently before…it balled into a fist. He shot out of the chair to his feet.
"He seemed a very kind person. From what I've read about him. He was a good ruler, and a brave man."
Euphemia rose to stand beside him. After a long moment – silent between them, but filled with the sounds of a train station. The clack of a train moving down the tracks, the sound of a horn announcing its departure. The distant drone of conversation… Suzaku turned towards her. "Are you cold? You're shivering."
"Oh. I-I…yes." He peeled his jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around her. She clutched the opposite edge in each hand, to keep it in place. Warmth spilled from his hands to sink into her body. His lips… They seemed to move like he was saying something, but she couldn't hear a thing. Euphie reached up and pulled his sunglasses down from the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at her….Long, dark lashes framed his eyes. His face was lean, angular, with smooth-looking skin. The bandages on his cheeks…
She felt something scorching settle in her stomach. It bit into her abdomen, sending sparks that weren't quite painful, but more like tiny, blazing embers scattering throughout her body. The urge to touch him, have some physical connection to him, lit a cold fire in the tips of her fingers. She raised her left hand to rest on his cheek. "Suzaku…"
She leaned forward and craned her neck just enough to bring her mouth to his. Euphie parted her lips, and gently…
She cradled his lower lip with her mouth, soothing the warmth from his body…. It seemed like forever before he responded, clamping his upper lip down on the rest of her mouth. His kiss felt moist and a little sloppy, but still so… She pulled back, just a breath away. His was faster, now, puffs of heated air brushed her cheeks. Euphie smiled and leaned forward again. She traced his mouth with her lips, coaxing him into a gentler connection. The scattered embers found their way back into her stomach, taking root and sending heat deeper into her body.
His hands slipped down from her shoulders and moved around her back. Suzaku pulled her closer; Euphie slid her fingers from his cheek to cup the back of his head.
"Euphie…" He broke the kiss and started to pull away. She couldn't help it. She clung to him. Her right hand clutched the fabric of his shirt. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't—I mean, I'm not…And y-you're a—"
Britannian. She finished for him. Her heart clenched as he slipped from her grasp and turned away. He had no idea how much farther apart they were from Britannian 'noble' and an Eleven. Even though he was given honorary status, even though he fought in their army. Had she been an ordinary citizen, being with him might be seen as merely disgraceful. But she wasn't…
She swallowed against the lump that had formed in her throat. "Suzaku." She reached for him; the fingers of her left hand grasped his elbow, but she didn't think…in the end that he was the one who moved.
"Yes." His voice wavered. His arm trembled…
"I'd like it if you'd kiss me again."
Title: Closer
Author: the black rose
blkrosCharacters/Pairings: Suzaku x Euphemia
Rating: PG
Summary: Set during episode 5, Suzaku's POV. Something was keeping them apart.
Closer
by the Black Rose
Suzaku's side throbbed from the wounds he'd sustained during his 'interrogation'. Walking all over this part of the city probably wasn't helping. His feet were beginning to ache, and the strings on his duffel bag felt like they were cutting into his shoulder. He adjusted the bag for a hundredth time as he glanced around the area just outside the elevated rail station. Yuffie stood near a large billboard of the "Area 11" beach; the sign stretched for several meters, displaying a scenic picture of Japan's shoreline slipping beneath kilometers upon kilometers of sparkling blue water. She stared into the image as if she could see the tongues of water where they lapped against the shore.
People filtered past them – Elevens, Britannians…they looked the same.
"When we're like this, it doesn't seem too different than being in Britannia."
She straightened her shoulders and her left hand caught her right arm just below her elbow. She held her arms behind her back. Her head tilted up. Then to the right. Her hair billowed in the light wind along with her long skirt. She turned around, her eyes glancing one way and then the other. His heart leapt into his throat. Was she was looking for him?
Her gaze met his across the crowded station, and he realized just how far away from her he really was. When had he stopped moving?
Yuffie smiled. Suzaku hastened towards her.
"Suzaku," her pink lips parted, and he couldn't help but like the way—"Could you take me to one more place?" Yuffie's pronunciation and request was polite, formal.
Suzaku grinned. "You may request anything of me, princess." He tossed his bag to the ground to hold up his right arm at a ninety-degree angle. He gave her a half bow. Suzaku glanced up at her face, expecting her to smile again or even laugh – but her expression… Her blue eyes stared in the direction of the ground, her eyelids lowered. Yuffie's mouth curved down. Something about the sight felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach. When did I—
"Then to Shinjuku."
He couldn't stop the gasp from escaping his throat. Suzaku stared at her. Whatever he was expecting…Another shopping mall? A museum? He didn't expect her to ask to see the site of the recent massacre.
"Please show me Shinjuku, Suzaku Kururugi." Her eyebrows dipped to a point above her blue eyes, and her voice sounded equal parts ice and steel.
He rose to his full height. "That's not a place for a princess. At least, not right now." He bent down to retrieve his bag then started to turn away. "Maybe another—"
"I can't explain to you exactly why I need to see it. I thought, before I met you, that I would be able to go on my own, if I had to." Her voice rose to call out after him, then dipped to sound like something...vulnerable. She reminded him of the cat they'd found - once it was in her arms. It seemed gentle, tame, but it would still attack if threatened.
Suzaku turned back to face her. Yuffie didn't look like she had sharpened teeth.
"But I…I'm a little afraid…" She clasped her hands together at her waist. "I'd feel much better if you went with me, Suzaku."
"I…Y-you mean you'd go? On your own?"
"Yes. It is someplace I must go," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
He stepped closer. "I don't understand." He could reach her, put his arm around her waist and— He shook his head. "You said you wanted to—"
"I must see the site where Britannia's soldiers murdered those Elevens. And I must see the place where Prince Clovis died." She raised her chin and met his gaze. Her eyes flickered. "This is not a whim, Suzaku. It is where I set out to visit today. The only place I intended to go." She turned towards the large billboard again. The beach looked so serene… Yuffie would definitely like someplace like that.
"But, I admit that when I saw the concern in your eyes…I wanted to know more."
Suzaku sighed. A soft breeze lifted pink tendrils of hair. Something pulled at the bottom of his heart, tugging it in the direction of the floor. Couldn't she ask him to…Take you someplace nice, Yuffie? "It's not really a tourist attraction. They haven't even finished excavating the bodies. I don't think—"
She turned and lifted her head. Her eyes…they still seemed sad. "I'll be fine."
"I won't let you go on your own."
Yuffie nodded and looked away. "I suspected that would be the case." Her hands wrung together at her waist. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Her front two teeth showed between her lips.
What is she hiding?
He felt her hand sliding across his right forearm. "I'd like you to go with me, Suzaku." He caught her fingers with his left hand. She gasped and looked up at him.
"I don't know what you're hiding from me, Yuffie. Or why."
Her mouth curved up, but her eyelids lowered. The expression seemed wistful, but only for a moment. "It's nothing to be concerned about. It's not…hurtful, or dangerous. I promise." She nodded.
That weight, that something, pulling at his heart felt like it doubled in strength. He wanted to believe her, but—
"I know I have no right to ask you. And you've already been so kind to me…" Her gaze held his as she spoke. His heart raced. "But do you…"
"You're famous. The son of Captain Kururugi, Private Suzaku Kururugi."
Yuffie's eyes looked clear, genuine…
"Today is my last day off," she said in a cheerful voice, "and I wanted to see what sort of place Area 11 is."
"Then it didn't have to be me," he said. For some reason, the thought made him feel—
"Could you trust me, Suzaku?" Yuffie's hand slipped against his palm, her fingers falling from his grasp. She turned away, and once again, he realized how far from her he really was.
"No, I'm glad it was you."
He took a deep breath as he gently grasped the top of her arm. When her eyes turned his way, he gave her a smile. "Come on," he bent his head to peer at her over the tops of his sunglasses. "We'll have to catch the train."
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Title: Collide
Author: the black rose
blkrosCharacters/Pairings: Euphemia x Suzaku
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set sometime after Closer, but before Suzaku and Euphemia arrive in Shinjuku in episode 5.
Collide
Suzaku held her hand all the way to the train station, while they checked the map for which train would take them to Shinjuku, and even as he spoke to an attendant to find one that was still running. And he continued to hold it as they crossed several tracks to find and wait for the emergency line that ran into that part of the city – to take excavation, city, and medical workers, as well as mourners to the site of the massacre. Reports in other parts of the world were claiming the deaths of many Elevens as well as the entire Britannian Special Forces department of the army as due to poison gas.
But no one that lived here – Britannian or Eleven – believed such a report.
Suzaku's hand tugged hers in a downward motion. She blinked and let him pull her into the seat next to him.
"They say the train will come in about twenty minutes."
Euphie nodded. The fingers of her right hand felt cool outside the jacket of his palm. She glanced down at where his lay on top of his left thigh. Such warm hands…
"Euphie."
She turned her head to look up at his face where he towered over her. His sunglasses still hid those green eyes. Warm eyes. "Yes."
"H-how…What's it like? Living in Britannia?"
She smiled and shifted back into her seat. "It's…"
"You're the only one of my children that dares to waste time in these ridiculous schools. The tutors I provide the others are more than sufficient." The Emperor of Britannia glared down from his throne. Euphemia felt the air turn cold. The skin of her arms prickled, and she had to resist the urge to fold them across her chest for warmth.
"Father." Cornelia's voice resounded in that clear tone that sounded lofty and confident. Her older sister stepped onto the carpet beside her. "Euphemia is near a break in her semesters. I ask that you allow her to finish—"
"The only thing these schools seem to teach my children is not to speak for themselves! I will grant no such—"
"I want to continue, father." Euphie raised her chin and forced air from her lungs to practically shout at the Emperor. She hoped her voice didn't waver even as her hands trembled where she clasped them at her waist. "And not just until the end of the semester." She stepped forward, leaving Cornelia behind her. "I wish to complete my studies in the same schools as the people we rule. I think I—"
Her father roared. "You believe you have been taught to think?"
"Euphie."
Someone touched her arm. She shook her head and the image of her father's harsh, grey complexion and powdered wig dissipated. In its place was Suzaku, his head tipped down to look at her over the tops of his sunglasses with those concerned green eyes of his. "Yes?"
"Are you—"
"Fine." She glanced down at her hands where they smoothed her skirt over her lap. "Oh. I was in the middle of saying something, wasn't I?"
"You were telling me what it's like in Britannia." His hand gripped her wrist, and stopped her from fidgeting with her skirt. "Euphie, is something wrong? Did I—" His hold on her arm felt heavy, uncomfortable. She pulled from his grasp. "I'm…I'm sorry."
The weight of his touch lingered on her skin. "It's-it's all right. I was just…thinking of a way to describe it. But the only thing that comes to mind is…" She swallowed and looked up at him again. "Britannia is…" Not for someone like you. "…it's cold."
"Cold?" He tilted his head towards his right shoulder. "You have lots of snow, then. And ice?"
"Yes." She lowered her gaze towards the concrete floor. "In some parts. I didn't live in those places, though. I could have lived on a beach in the tropics, and it still would have been cold."
"I don't…guess I understand." His eyebrows rose to form a peak above his sunglasses.
"I suppose I was talking more about…the people. Or specifically, my family."
"Your family? Ah, you didn't get along, I take it."
"I did. My sister is very kind to me, and though I didn't know him well, my brother…Well, one of my brothers." She folded her left hand on top of her right to keep it from shaking. "I'll miss him."
"Is he still in Britannia?"
"Y-yes." It was a lie she wished she could believe. That Clovis hadn't died, that he hadn't been killed in Shinjuku during the battle. That they weren't about to visit the place where he died.
"You sound like you have a large family."
"Yes." She nodded and glanced at him again. He was smiling. "I do… I have one sister, and several brothers." She wished she could see his eyes behind those lenses.
"What about your parents?"
"I…I don't think any of us gets along with my father. Most of us…disagree with him on some level."
"Your life sounds so different than mine." His voice sounded husky and deep. It sent shudders down her spine.
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
"Well, I was an only child. And my father…"
"Captain Kururugi?"
"Yes. He was…" She saw the hand that had held hers so gently before…it balled into a fist. He shot out of the chair to his feet.
"He seemed a very kind person. From what I've read about him. He was a good ruler, and a brave man."
Euphemia rose to stand beside him. After a long moment – silent between them, but filled with the sounds of a train station. The clack of a train moving down the tracks, the sound of a horn announcing its departure. The distant drone of conversation… Suzaku turned towards her. "Are you cold? You're shivering."
"Oh. I-I…yes." He peeled his jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around her. She clutched the opposite edge in each hand, to keep it in place. Warmth spilled from his hands to sink into her body. His lips… They seemed to move like he was saying something, but she couldn't hear a thing. Euphie reached up and pulled his sunglasses down from the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at her….Long, dark lashes framed his eyes. His face was lean, angular, with smooth-looking skin. The bandages on his cheeks…
She felt something scorching settle in her stomach. It bit into her abdomen, sending sparks that weren't quite painful, but more like tiny, blazing embers scattering throughout her body. The urge to touch him, have some physical connection to him, lit a cold fire in the tips of her fingers. She raised her left hand to rest on his cheek. "Suzaku…"
She leaned forward and craned her neck just enough to bring her mouth to his. Euphie parted her lips, and gently…
She cradled his lower lip with her mouth, soothing the warmth from his body…. It seemed like forever before he responded, clamping his upper lip down on the rest of her mouth. His kiss felt moist and a little sloppy, but still so… She pulled back, just a breath away. His was faster, now, puffs of heated air brushed her cheeks. Euphie smiled and leaned forward again. She traced his mouth with her lips, coaxing him into a gentler connection. The scattered embers found their way back into her stomach, taking root and sending heat deeper into her body.
His hands slipped down from her shoulders and moved around her back. Suzaku pulled her closer; Euphie slid her fingers from his cheek to cup the back of his head.
"Euphie…" He broke the kiss and started to pull away. She couldn't help it. She clung to him. Her right hand clutched the fabric of his shirt. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't—I mean, I'm not…And y-you're a—"
Britannian. She finished for him. Her heart clenched as he slipped from her grasp and turned away. He had no idea how much farther apart they were from Britannian 'noble' and an Eleven. Even though he was given honorary status, even though he fought in their army. Had she been an ordinary citizen, being with him might be seen as merely disgraceful. But she wasn't…
She swallowed against the lump that had formed in her throat. "Suzaku." She reached for him; the fingers of her left hand grasped his elbow, but she didn't think…in the end that he was the one who moved.
"Yes." His voice wavered. His arm trembled…
"I'd like it if you'd kiss me again."
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That's quality stuff. Almost a bit fluffy, but not too much. If you were to do an AxL/SxY double-date crossover, it'd rawk. ^_^
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And an AxL/SxY double-date? Is that REALLY a good idea? I mean, Suzaku and Athrun would end up comparing the specs on Justice v Lancelot, the ladies would get fed up and find their way at a karaoke bar, doing shots and being hit on by Rivalz and Yzak.
*giggles*
But thanks for reading, my dear. I'm glad it wasn't too fluffy!!! :D
Love,
Rose
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THANKS!
Love,
Rose