I'M NOT DEAD!

Hehe, sorry guys, I've been really busy with school and dance lately, so I haven't been able to post anything in, what, a month? Well, I have been writing for a group on Livejournal, Music Room #3. (Shameless promotion time: Awesome group, hold writing contests including drabbles, oneshots, and wild-cards, which is what this is, which must be 450 words exactly. You should head over and check it out!)

Anyway, this is the winner of the wild-card challenge, I'm rather proud of it, and I realized that I had absolutely zilch KyouyaxRenge in my stories, which is inexplicable because I really do adore the couple, and you don't see too much of the two together. And so this came to be, and in trying to make up for not updating much, I'll post it here. I may or may not post other entries, just because it might take up too much space or I might not be pleased with them. However, I will try to post the ones that win.

Without further ado, read and enjoy! ^^

Picking Petals

"He loves me…He loves me not…He loves me…" Renge continued the pattern, happily sighing to herself, hopelessly smitten with the dark boy with glasses. She was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard of Ouran, swinging her legs back and forth and picking off the petals of a daisy she had found before ceremoniously, having just learned of the commoner tradition before and having nothing better to do as she waited for the hosts to set up their outdoor café for the cherry blossom viewing.

Reaching the final petal, Renge felt a jolt of shock and despair shoot through her, gloom taking over her blissful smile as she picked off the last white petal, whispering in a shaky voice, "…He loves me not…" Her eyes were beginning to tear up, knowing the power of commoners' products and traditions, now sure that her romance was forever ruined.

She threw the stem down bitterly, sobbing into her hands. Thinking about it now, of course he wouldn't notice her; she was just too subtle in her ways. No matter what she did, he just regarded her as a pest, and that stupid daisy, deprived of its petals (which it deserved, in her opinion) was just more proof. In the end, she never stood a chance. Maybe she should just start shipping KyoTama, like some of the others did secretly…

The young maiden was so distraught with grief that she didn't even notice the presence of the exact boy she was crying over. "Renge, why in the world are you so upset?" He asked the question without much emotion, almost as if it were a chore.

Looking up through wet eyes, she saw that he had changed into his waiter outfit and was standing in front of her, his clipboard in hand. Sniffling, she accused, pointing her finger to the "forsaken" object, "The-the d-d-aisy…The daisy said we weren't meant to be, Kyo-Kyo!"

Raising a brow, he wasn't sure whether to be thoroughly creeped out or try to comfort her. Instead, he sighed, adjusting his glasses and telling her, "I really don't think you should be taking love advice from a flower."

"S-so…I st-still have a chance?"

While he normally would have shot her down immediately, instead he waved his hand, as if dismissing her, huffing, "Sure, fine." Honestly, he just wanted a quick break…

"P-promise?"

"Yes." He thought to himself, agitated, Can't I just have my break already?

"Re-really?"

"Yes."

"Po-positive?"

Finally pushed to his limits, he snapped, "Yes! What will it take for me to convince you?

Smirking, Renge hopped up, suddenly all smiles again, winking and ordering, "Pick me up at eight and take me out to dinner."

…She tricked me…