A/N: All of these are going to be based on Lang Leav's book "Love & Misadventure," and that's where I got the poetry from. I don't own any of the poetry, and I certainly don't own FB&CC or any of its characters.
There is a depressing lack of SigKyle fanfiction on this site, and they're my OTP. -sobs-

To new beginnings
in fear and faith
and all it tinges.

Sigmund had been without a roommate for three years now. He was none too happy when they presented him with another five-year-old boy and said, "This is Kyle. He'll be staying with you now." This new boy—Kyle, they said his name was—had ugly, dark freckles splashed across his nose and cheeks and the most crooked teeth anyone had ever seen. Sigmund disliked him instantly.

He disliked Kyle even more when the adults left the room and Kyle had the audacity to put his bags on Sigmund's bed. No, that wasn't the bed Sigmund slept in. That was the empty one. Sigmund was currently standing rigidly in front of the bed he slept in. But that other bed was in his room, meaning it was his and not the new kid's! He opened his mouth to say this, but then he sharply inhaled and closed his mouth again.

The ugly new boy turned to Sigmund with a wide grin full of crooked, yellow, ugly teeth and said, "My name is Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason," as if the adults hadn't made his name clear enough, "and I hope we can be friends."

Sigmund wanted to tell this stupid child that, no, they could not be friends, that he hated him, that he was going to murder him in the most brutal way possible when opportunity presented itself. But he wasn't the most perfect English speaker and only knew how to express these things in German, so instead, he said, in a voice as stiff as his stance, "Sigmund. Hallo."

To love is a dare,
when hope and despair,
are gates upon its hinges.

Sigmund had been with his roommate for three years now. He had adjusted to and even grown to like the other boy's presence. However, nobody else did, and ultimately, Kyle was not invited to play games with the other schoolchildren very often, unlike Sigmund, who received such invitations nearly every single second that classes were not in session.

Today's game was a frivolous one that involved no magic unless the participants were dared to use magic, and if he was going to play a game that was so seemingly boring, the least they could do was allow his roommate-slash-best-friend to play, too. Kyle rejected the offer at first, saying he really needed to study for an upcoming test, but after much begging, he gave in. Now, the two of them and four other children were sitting in a circle playing this silly game called "Truth or Dare."

"Sigmund, truth or dare," said a boy with round cheeks, a pig's nose, and square glasses that didn't go well with the shape of his face at all. The young wizard frequently had to remind himself to be polite and to not crinkle his nose in disgust while in this boy's presence.

"Dare," came the reply, the same reply that had been given the last eleven times he'd been asked that question. Even at eight years old, there were some truths that he didn't want Piggy to know.

The fat boy's lips curled up in a way that was supposed to look mischievous or even sinister but just ended up making him look even uglier. "I dare you to kiss Mihaila."

Sigmund cast a glance at the brunette next to him; she averted her gaze, blushed, and began playing with the end of one of her braids. "No," he curtly responded. Mihaila smiled in a sad way that could have indicated both relief and disappointment. "I don't want to."

"But if you don't do it, you lose!"

"I. Don't. Want. To." He stood up and brushed some dirt off his pants.

"And where are you headed off to?" Kyle inquired.

"I'm not playing anymore," Sigmund informed the group, a substantial amount of venom in his voice, and then he headed off to anywhere but right there.

He hated losing, but he just told himself that he didn't lose; he chose to stop playing after they asked him to an impossible thing: kiss a girl. It wasn't the kissing he had a problem with. It was the girl. He didn't like girls. Girls were dangerous with all of their cooties. Boys were so much better. Boys didn't have cooties. Boys were safe.

...And Kyle, he believed, was the safest.