A few words to start off: Well, here's my first story, it's just something I had in mind :P
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"There's no point in you getting so worked up at people, Nonsense-chan."
"Training? Muscles? I don't know what you're saying; all I see is a flat chest."
"Don't stare at people in that odd way, you're just looking at the inside of your eyelids."
Zakuro, that idiot, that asshole…. I hate him… Always disrespecting me
Bluebell thought to herself as she lied down on her bed.
"Oh, I got it!"
Bluebell jumped off of her bed, landing on her feet.
"I have the perfect way to get back at that Zakuro!"
Bluebell walked around the base, gathering the things she needed for her little plot.
She sat down in a hallway, waiting for her victim to pass by.
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Zakuro slowly dragged himself throughout the corridors in the base.
"It's actually quiet around here, maybe the little runt choked on something."
Zakuro laughed to himself, an empty laugh, as if he took in no joy from his own words.
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Bluebell, now tired for the arrival of Zakuro closed her eyes.
It will be fine if I just take a small nap, Zakuro's probably asleep or something anyway.
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Zakuro continued walking through the corridors of the base, reaching a turn in the hall.
Ehh… Another hall, I can never get used to the size of this place.
Zakuro scratched his head, seeing a small blue figure at the end of the hall.
"Hah! Why, look who it is, it's little Nonsense-chan!"
Zakuro stood still, waiting for some type of loud response.
"Huh? She fell asleep… She really is nonsense, of all the places to be sleeping, she picks this hallway."
Zakuro sighed, while taking a step towards Bluebell.
"May as well carry her back to her ro-"
Zakuro's eyes widened, after taking one step forward, his foot slid as he fell to the floor, sliding to the other end of the hall.
"What the, grease? Hey Nonsense-chan, wake u-"
Zakuro shouted as he crashed into the wall next to Bluebell.
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Bluebell opened her eyes, and looked next to her, seeing Zakuro mumbling while in pain.
"Hahaha, look at you now! Now who's nonsense?"
Bluebell stood up proudly, stepping on Zakuro's back with one foot.
"I finally got back at you, idiot!"
Zakuro rolled over, and sat up.
"Ugh… You really hate me, right?"
Zakuro muttered, scratching his head.
Bluebell stared at Zakuro, giving him a look that said Of course.
Zakuro shook his head, with a hint of disappointment on his face.
"Well, let's just say I don't really… Hate you."
Bluebell took a step away from Zakuro.
"Don't make me laugh; I know what you're playing at!"
Of course, Bluebell forgot that she poured grease onto the floor of the hallway. She slipped backwards and fell… Straight on top of Zakuro, who still sat in the same spot.
"Nonsense- I mean… Bluebell, you really make every day better for me."
Zakuro said, wrapping his arms around Bluebell's shoulders. He moved his mouth next to her ear and whispered.
"Like I said, I don't really hate you…"
Bluebell sat quietly for once, blushing after hearing what Zakuro had to say.
Zakuro patted Bluebell's hair, stood up, and walked away, careful not to head down the greased hall again.
"Zakuro, you idiot…"
Bluebell said to herself after Zakuro exited the hall.
"I don't hate you either… I think I might even… Love you."
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Don't hate me for this story; I can't help it if I think about stories like this. XD
Well, I'd appreciate any reviews; after all, I'd like to know what I can do for next time.