A/n: Hello readers. You may or may not have read my story Love on a Place Like Pandora. If you have, then reading this has no impact on the story, but it contains scenes from Zer0 and Maya's memories, which you should enjoy, as seen how some reviews had positive comments regarding the flashbacks. If you haven't, a May0 shipper should enjoy the story and should read Love on a Place Like Pandora. If you're not a May0 shipper, but simply want to read this for fun, then I only suggest reading the beginning and the end of chapter 12 before looking at this. With that said, this will be rarely updated and serve as a break for me when I'm not busy pounding my fucking head against the keyboard trying to think of ways to write longer chapters. So enjoy.

IMPORTANT- As I prefer Zero not having a name, every time his name is mentioned a '0' shall take its place.

Part One- Fruit Ninja

Maya grabbed an apple from their pile, tossing it at the boy, though a bit more to his right. Clumsily, he swung the blade in its direction, narrowly missing it. Maya, in-between bites from one of the apples, laughed mockingly. The boy fumed for a moment, though regaining his composure easily. She threw another one at him, aiming for his chest. He cut through it easily, grinning a little.

"Nice," She smiled, swallowing whatever was in her mouth. "Too bad we only have apples. They really love growing apples."

"I'm fine with these. You'll probably throw a watermelon at me or something. Definitely don't want that happening," He responded, returning his katana to its sheath. How a twelve year old obtained a blade in some high-security place like Athenas- we'll never know.

"I wish I could keep a katana I my room. If they were to find one, they'd have me punished," She grumbled, imagining her teacher shouting at her.

"Hey Maya, catch!" He exclaimed, hurling one of the decapitated apples at her. Almost as though she had anticipated his attack, whirled around and locked the apple in mid-air.

"Have they been training you to be quicker or something?" He asked. She nodded. "They also taught me to do this," She grinned cheekily, throwing the phaselocked apple back at him. With one swift movement, he brought his katana out, slicing it forward, and it narrowly missed him.

"I'm tired of apples, let's go somewhere else," Maya sighed, dragging him away with a hand around his wrist.

Poetry (1 year later)

"I thought you were better than this, you know?" Andrew groaned, slumped against the chair in the boy's room. The boy personally felt nothing was wrong. Poetry, apart from katana-wielding and free running, was one of his favorite hobbies. He didn't see anything wrong with wanting to express himself through his favorite portion of literature.

"What is the matter? Are you not pleased about this? This does not make sense," He retaliated, intentionally in the form of a haiku- mainly to get on Andrew's nerves.

"Cut the crap, 0. All the girls are after you. Imagine what they'd think if they knew you were some poetry-lover!" Andrew snapped. The boy sighed. His best friend, while showing concern towards his popularity issues, was always so sensitive when it came to the female homosapien. Personally, he didn't fine them to be any more significant than they were. They were all human, they were all alive, and at one point they would all die.

"What's annoys you so much, anyway?" The boy asked, tidying his desk. Atop it was a messy pile of literary works- which seemed to be annoying Andrew. There was a wide variety of books- from Macbeth to Charles Dickens. He had read every one of them numerous times, and even knew some lines by heart, though it was probably best that he didn't go spitting them out when opportunity arose.

"What annoys me is that you're always gone in the afternoon! Where do you go anyway? You're not seeing Amelia secretly, are you?" He asked. The boy sighed. What on Pandora (Popular futuristic lingo) would make him think he wanted to meet that… That ignorant bimbo in private anyway? She had no interest in literature whatsoever and was too spoilt.

"No, and that's not all, isn't it?" His ability to "read minds" astounded his friends sometimes. Andrew didn't seem all that surprised, having witnessed this uncanny ability firsthand on multiple occasions.

"Good psychic work there, buddy. WHY THE BLOODY HELL WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO RECITE A POEM FOR THE COMPULSORY TALENT SHOW THING?" (As you can see the author is lazy to come up with a proper situation) Andrew practically screamed, and the boy flinched a little.

"I don't think blade-work is quite… Appealing to the judges," He replied, gaze flickering to the katana by his bed for a moment.

"Of course not. But it's damn bloody attractive to girls!" At this point the boy felt like decapitating Andrew's head. Him and his attraction to the opposite sex. Andrew's hormones were probably wilder than that of an average thirteen year old.

For now, he would have to cope with Andrew's attractions and hatred for poetry.

Invitations

"Hey, what's got you so nervous?" Maya asked him, noticing his silence whilst they remained perched on the tree by the cult's HQ. They were right outside her window, lest she had to get back as soon as possible.

"Got a performance in a few weeks, Andrew's not pleased," He muttered.

"What, you doing a ballet or something?" She joked, giggling as the image of her friend in a tutu came to mind.

"Yeah, definitely. Andrew's gonna have me gutted if I did that," He sarcastically responded.

"So… What are you performing? WAIT lemme' guess. It's something about not being appealing to girls isn't it?" She guessed rather accurately.

"Exactly. It's a uh… Poetry recital. I'm writing it myself," He stuttered somewhat nervously.

"Pfft. What's wrong with that? I mean fancy poetry can be appealing to some girls… Right?" She asked. Lack of communication with people her age, with the exception of Zero, had made her clueless to whatever was popular. Mainly, she liked what he liked. The only hobby she had while locked up in the HQ was reading various books they gave her. Most of which were non-fiction. So with his interest in fiction, mainly plays and poems, she began to take an interest in his likes.

"Not so sure. You do realize most of my time is spent with you and Andrew, don't you?" He confirmed.

"Uh… I guess so," She answered uncertainly, unaware that she was one of his closer friends. She had assumed he hung out with large groups of friends most of the time.

Silence followed, and the two remained entranced by the moon- more importantly, the 'H' looming in the distance. Hyperion had claimed they were surveying Athenas as part of a geographical survey. Maya had always felt it was watching her.

"No haiku today?" She asked. Usually, he'd practice by thinking of a haiku as fast as possible.

"A thought comes to mind/ I have a request to make/ Would you like to hear?" He asked her in the form of a haiku. She enjoyed his haikus. Sometimes she imagined if he could only speak in them. It would be funny.

"Yeah sure," She smiled, looking up at him.

"Can you somehow come to my poetry recital?"

"I wouldn't mind."

A/n: How these drabbles go is that you get to request scenes in the reviews. You get a shoutout if I find your idea interesting. BUT PLEASE, NO MATURE SHIT. They're CHILDREN for fuck's sake! Ahem. Though there are a few drabbles which will have to be written, for example the poetry recital. Don't worry, I'm still continuing Love on a Place Like Pandora, though I haven't started chapter 13… Oh well. Science, Bullets and Vault Hunters is on hiatus BTW, sorry.